On the periphery of the basin, countless sword-shaped stone pillars carved from black rock rise from the ground.

The columns are carved with handwriting, exude a complex atmosphere, and extend from the outside to the inside in the shape of a spiral, and finally reach the center of the basin, a magnificent temple that stands tall.

Jing Qing took a deep breath, and the cold air contaminated with the sharp aura of the sword qi rushed into his lungs, suppressing his emotions.

Although he only looked at it from a distance, with his eyesight, he could naturally see that the countless sword-shaped stone pillars were all precious sword cultivation classics.

"This is the Sword Mansion, the central hall, built by the Sword Ancestor, and it seems to hide some secrets."

"Well! But these are none of our business, for millions of years, no one has been able to discover the mystery of this temple except for immortality. ”

Introducing it like this, Changlong took Jing Qing to the outermost part of the basin, in front of the first sword-shaped stone pillar.

"There are millions of years of accumulation in my Tianmen, a total of 38 million sword canons, and some of the world's strongest people's experiences, which are transformed by hard work and spirit, each of them, when put to the outside world, is a secret that cannot be passed on, which is enough to set off a bloody storm."

"And the benefits I am ready to give you are these."

Looking closer, the sword-shaped stone pillar is very large, no less than a three-story pavilion, and the stone is not a pure rough black rock, but a kind of black stone that is as bright as jade and very delicate.

On the huge pillar, only nine quaint inscriptions are engraved - "Jiawu Taoist Tianshan Washing Sword Record"

Below the inscription, there are ten sword marks, which are entwined and entangled, forming a simple and clear picture - a Taoist wearing a crown, cleaning the sword next to the heavenly pool.

Staring at this picture, Jing Qing couldn't help but be fascinated, and Changlong didn't speak, just watched quietly on the side.

"Okay, it's a good sword washing record, it's really a first-class sword codex, but it's a pity, it's a pity."

, After watching for five hours, Jing Qing suddenly spoke, and after admiring loudly, he lowered his head in frustration.

"Apprentice, tell the master, what is the mystery in this picture? It deserves to be so appreciated by you. ”

With a chuckle, Changlong asked seriously.

Jing Qing was stunned, knowing that Changlong's question must have the intention of taking the school examination, after thinking about it for a while, after organizing his words, he immediately said:

"The name of the sword codex, although it is a sword wash, is actually a kind of communication."

"People treat the sword with sincerity, the sword treats people with the spirit, through the sword washing, sword raising and other actions, the spirituality in the sword, will also be stimulated, this sword book recorded, it is at that time, a wisp of sword spirit absorbed, keep in the heart of the trick."

"The spirituality of a wisp of sword may be small, but if you collect thousands of swords and obtain tens of millions of sword spirits to achieve great success, you can condense a sword of the royal road."

"At that time, the power of this sword was so strong that it would never be inferior to the legendary Divine Sword."

Changlong nodded with satisfaction, and asked solemnly again: "Listening to you, it is indeed powerful, so why are you sighing?" Could it be that there is something missing in this sword condensing technique? ”

"Knowingly asked."

Jing Qing glanced at Changlong innocently: "The idea of this sword canon is very good, it is a good idea to integrate hundreds of millions of sword spirits, use the soul as a furnace, and return all streams to one, and achieve the king of the sword, there is indeed a possibility of success." ”

"But every sword is unique, extremely arrogant, and has a unique nature, how can it be obedient and obedient when it is wantonly fused by others?"

"How many people's souls in this world can withstand such a sharp conflict? Even if I can withstand ......"

Jing Qing shook his head sarcastically: "Even if you can withstand it, with the characteristics of Jian Ning's unbending, I'm afraid the result will only be the burning of jade." ”

"That's a good point."

Changlong clapped and sighed: "The Jiawu Daoist who created this sword canon, it was at the juncture of Dacheng that ten thousand swords were burned, and in the end, although he did not die, he also cultivated to be lost, and in just three days, he turned into loess, and a generation of masters fell." ”

"If you can say this, you can be regarded as having some understanding of the essence of the sword, in this case, hey, I can also rest assured that I can throw you here."

As soon as these words came out, Jing Qing was stunned.

"No way, Master, I also want to * you carefully, but ten years later, it will be the celebration of my Tianmen once in five hundred years, and there are a lot of things to deal with, so I will try to bring you here, fortunately, you didn't disappoint me and comprehended the empty sword."

The long dragon shrugged his shoulders and raised a finger, his expression suddenly becoming serious.

"Ten years, I'll only give you ten years, all the sword canons here have been lifted, you can watch them at will, ten years later, your ranking in the battle will be at least in the top ten."

"What do you mean?"

Swallowing his saliva, Jing Qing asked cautiously.

"Don't you understand? To put it simply, ten years later, the celebration will come to a large number of sects from all over the self-cultivation immortal realm to come to watch the ceremony, and after that, there will be all kinds of ranking competitions, such as arrays, drawing talismans, qi training, etc., and of course, there will also be battle rings. ”

"At that time, all the younger generations of our Heavenly Sect who took the path of fighting, as well as the elite disciples of those sects, would have to participate."

"The goal I set for you is to be in the top ten."

Long Long was behind him, his expression was indifferent.

And Jingqing has a feeling of being forced to go to Liangshan.

The young generation of Tianmen who take the path of fighting? Doesn't that mean that Wang Chunshui, Yulin, and Jiang Liu will participate?

Although I don't know much about the inner door, I have heard of many perverted strongmen, not to mention the high-grade spiritual roots, at a young age, it is the peak of building the foundation, and the artistic conception is beyond the level of Xiaocheng.

What's more, there are a large number of monks from all over the world.

Jing Qing knew in the book as early as the book that the sect that could come to Tianmen to observe the ceremony was definitely not a small sect, and at least it had to have a profound heritage of more than 100,000 years before it would receive an invitation.

This kind of battle can almost be said to be the pinnacle battle of the younger generation in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

In this case, who will have the confidence to win if they get the top ten?

"What, no faith?"

Changlong tilted his head, stared at Jing Qing's expression, and suddenly smiled sarcastically. "Your sword cultivation heart, that's it? Such a small guts, not even the courage to strive for a goal? ”

"It's just the top ten in a ring match, and all of them are the young generation, without those old monsters who have practiced for thousands of years, you don't even dare to compete in the ring competition, go out to practice, aren't you looking for death?"

Jing Qing's body shook and fell into deep thought.

Indeed, at that moment just now, a trace of timidity and wavering clear sword intent was born in his heart.

Thinking about it now, there really is nothing to worry about.

As a sword cultivator, he should have the belief to swing a sword at everything, cut off all the confidence, and cower, isn't it the same as those mediocre people.

Not to mention that it is just some peers, even if it is those thousand-year-old monsters, what is he afraid of?

The left hand caressed the left eye, and the right hand held the hilt of the sword at the waist, Jing Qing's eyes were firm and clear, full of sword-like edge:

"No faith? How is it possible, I just think that the goal of the top ten is too small, not quite in line with my strength, first, to fight, to fight for the first, to fight for the top. ”

"Oh, that's a good spirit."

"The cowhide blows a lot, but alas, you can't even bear my kick."

The long dragon narrowed his eyes and kicked out, leaving Jing Qing without even having time to react, and was kicked into the sea of millions of sword codexes.

"Boy, the peak is not spoken, it is killed, hold your breath, that will make your belief firm, and during this time, you will become stronger, of course, the premise is that you can survive in this sword mansion."

"To be honest, I really want to see what kind of demeanor the future sword master is."

"Lao Tzu is waiting for you to defeat me, hahahaha!"