Time is a ruler of life, and the length of any life is marked with years by time.

But in the sword wall, time seemed to stand still, Tang Bai couldn't feel the flow of time, he seemed to be able to grasp the quicksand of time tightly in his hands.

He had long since given up hope of inheritance, and of finding a way out, so he sat cross-legged in the stone chamber and meditated, practiced, and slept, and when he woke up, he still practiced, day after day, year after year, and his thoughts, which had been somewhat complicated, had become extremely simple and pure.

There are no enemies or friends in the sword wall, and there are no people.

The Heart Sutra talks about 'seeing the emptiness of the five aggregates and overcoming all suffering', 'there is no color in the air, there is no desire to do knowledge', and it talks about 'no suffering, no wisdom and no gain, so there is no gain... ’

In this sword wall, it is really a good place to cultivate Buddha, the space is invisible, people are ruthless, there is no desire, thought, behavior, heart, everything is empty, everything has been put aside, all gains and losses do not need to be considered, and there is no trace of concern in the pure heart.

He didn't feel hungry, he didn't need to drink, he didn't even need to breathe, he was like a hard stone that allowed time to pass.

But all of this was fake, no matter how hard he tried to cultivate, his cultivation did not increase, what increased was the consciousness in his mind.

His consciousness became more and more sensitive, like a well, and any faint fluctuation could cause ripples.

After a while, he felt that his life had begun to pass, and he felt that one day he would die of old age in the stone chamber.

Until one day, the vague figure that was not far away from him spoke again, but he just didn't say a complete sentence clearly.

Tang Bai was still a little excited, at least he heard the voice of another person, he felt that this voice was so kind and warm, he felt that he was a person, not a stone.

He shouted with all his might, even if that figure had no inheritance, as long as he could talk to him for a while, he would feel satisfied.

But as he shouted, the blurred figure shut its mouth again.

Tang Bai also quieted down, and he suddenly had a strange feeling, feeling that the figure was not in the same time and space as himself. Perhaps, that figure is just the light and shadow that existed in this sword wall countless years ago, and in this sword wall, in fact, there is only oneself.

He looked around the sky, and he seemed to see a long river of time flowing in space. He couldn't help but close his eyes, and his mind became very peaceful, and his mind seemed to merge into the space around him.

The stone chamber appeared in his mind, and the vague figure also appeared in his mind, and the vague voice sounded in his mind again.

Thoughts resonated with a vague sound, and the frequencies of the two slowly approached. Then, he felt that he had traveled through the long river of time, and came to tens of thousands of years ago, he sensed the sword, and he saw the sword, and countless long swords grew out of the stone chamber of the sword wall, thousands of them, like a sea of swords.

Each sword is different, some are thick and have no edge, some are small and beautiful, some are several zhang long, there are wooden swords, there are stone swords, there are grass swords... All kinds of swords, endless, each sword exudes the sword aura of Ling Li, bursting out with different colors of brilliance, colorful, criss-crossed.

One after another, sword qi soared into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky, and each sword had a killing intent that soared into the sky, and the infinite killing intent seemed to destroy all things.

Tang Bai also had this kind of sword intent that destroyed the world, and when he learned the news of his parents' death, his heart was completely desperate, and his sword intent also changed from the sword of life to the sword of destruction.

At this time, when he saw this sword intent of destruction, the sound of his parents' death resurfaced in his mind, and the hatred hidden in his heart was stimulated again, hating the heavens and the earth, hating the reincarnation of fate, hating all creatures in the world, and only the hatred of destroying everything in his mind, and at this time, his mind seemed to resonate with the countless long swords in the stone cave, and then he felt a deadly threat coming from distant time and space, as if his consciousness extended further, he would be crushed by the endless sword qi, and destroyed by the infinite killing intent.

He came to his senses, he was still imprisoned in the stone chamber, but he felt like he was in another plane, a history that had disappeared.

The vague figure finally moved, his hands were holding a strange magic seal, his mouth was chanting, and finally he suddenly shouted, "He!"

The sea of swords in the stone chamber vibrate, like countless soldiers hearing the general's military order, countless long swords continued to fly, suspended in mid-air, forming a circle, and then with the change of the handprint, it kept rotating and merging in the air, and with each fusion, the sword qi and killing intent were twice as strong.

Tang Bai felt that in this sword qi killing intent, he was like a weak ant, which would melt into nothingness at any time.

The speed of the long sword fusion became faster and faster, and the speed of rotation became faster and faster, and in the end, Tang Bai could only watch the countless sword shadows becoming fewer and fewer, but the sword qi and killing intent were getting stronger and stronger, as if all the heavenly immortals and Buddhas were going to surrender to this killing intent and sword qi.

I don't know how long it took, all the sword qi and killing intent disappeared in an instant, and there was only one long sword left in the stone room, which looked very ordinary, without infinite power, and did not feel half a threat.

The vague figure seemed to be satisfied, and with a casual move, the long sword in the air fell into his hand.

He looked at the long sword in his hand, very gently, as if he was looking at his lover, and then his expression changed, and the whole person's temperament became very clean and crisp, as if his person had also become a sword. I only heard him shout softly: "Make something out of nothing", and then pointed at the ground with a sword, and then gently raised, and the sword move was unleashed, ordinary and unremarkable, incomparably slow, like a child learning to walk, trying to walk, but it seemed clumsy;

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things, and the same is true of this sword move.

Tang Bai's heart moved, thinking of the Tianji Sect at the foot of Heifeng Mountain, and the accidental "Heavenly Machine Sword Technique", in which the starting hand of the first type of 'Heavenly Machine Appearance' was exactly the same as this 'making something out of nothing'. He still remembers the verses in the book: If you want to talk about the wonders of heaven, the avenue is indispensable, and the open-air machine is exhausted, only afraid of people being fascinated, silent, and who is the Tao in his heart. ”

Three pages of swordsmanship; one sword is called 'Heavenly Machine', one sword is called 'Heavenly Change', and one sword is called 'Heavenly Machine'; all three swords are simple, just like a child's play.

At this time, it seems that the "Heavenly Machine Sword Technique" is inextricably linked with this vague figure.

At this time, there was the sound of the vague figure in his ears, and he heard the words 'Dao Divides Yin and Yang' in a trance, he cleaned up his mood and looked at the vague old figure intently, only to see his flat sword and look at it, which was the same as the second sword of the "Heavenly Machine Sword Technique" "Heavenly Machine Change".

I saw that the vague figure of the long sword shook, the tip of the sword drew a circle in the air, and then the circle gave birth to Taiji, Taiji gave birth to sword flowers, sword flowers to produce all things, a sword swing out, the sword can be seen in the stars, sun and moon, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, mountains and rivers, flying dragons and colorful phoenixes...

This sword is like the birth of a vivid world, exuding vitality.

Tang Bai pulled out the sword from his waist, and looked at it flatly, the tip of the sword shook, and it turned into a circle in the air, but it was only a circle; he felt that something was wrong, and he practiced again, but it was always lawless, and it was plausible; the sword move seemed simple, but it seemed to melt countless changes.

He had this kind of experience, when he entered the epiphany, and from the Buddhist artistic conception of 'mountains are not mountains, water is not water', he realized the swordsmanship of the same origin of life, and later after entering the realm, he realized the third realm of 'mountains are mountains, and water is water'. But at this time, he realized how naïve his swordsmanship was, he only saw a door, but he didn't hit that door at all.

But that trick 'reincarnation of life' inspired him, and his mind seemed to return to that epiphany, he seemed to see mountains, water, trees, flowers, grass, life, and swords.

The sword in his hand was still swinging out like that, but he sensed the trajectory of the sword of 'Dao Dividing Yin and Yang', and there seemed to be a strong resistance in this trajectory, blocking Tang Bai's sword from running along with the trajectory, and at this moment, Tang Bai heard the vague figure shouting loudly: "Dao divides Yin and Yang!"

Tang Bai looked up, only to see the sword light in front of him flickering, like countless lightning bolts across the sky, Tang Bai was happy in his heart, the electric light in his eyes was sheng, and he caught the trajectory of the long sword, and the sword in his hand swung out with the trajectory, he felt that the sword in his hand was faster than lightning, faster than his control, and then, two stalks appeared in the air, one was above board, the sword light was like lightning, like thunder and anger, as if the heavens and the earth were moving with this sword; 。

The vague figure suddenly stopped practicing the sword, and with a light 'huh', he actually looked in the direction of Tang Bai, his eyes were full of vicissitudes and saw through the long river of time.

Tang Bai's heart was shocked, and he came to his senses, and found that he had left the sword wall and was sitting upright in the stone room, but his head was in pain, like thousands of silver needles piercing the blood vessels and nerves inside, and his brain seemed to be bursting open.

He knew that it was the consequence of his excessive use of mental power, so he was busy closing his eyes and pranayama, thinking nothing, until he stabilized his mind and relieved his mental fatigue after most of the day.

He looked at his side, the man with a youthful face was still staring at the stone wall in front of him with blood-red eyes, and the person on the right was still chanting words in his mouth, and his hands were dancing with sword tricks from time to time, and the stone wall in front of him was still looking very ordinary.

If he hadn't experienced 'countless years' of imprisonment in the sword wall, if he hadn't seen the sword inheritance of that vague figure, this stone wall would have been really ordinary.

Tang Bai realized that time had not passed long, and the time in the sword wall was very likely to be somewhere in another time and space.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be stunned, but he was not excited, his mood changed a lot with the silence in the sword wall, and became very pure and indifferent.

He closed his eyes and felt the sword move in the stone wall, only to feel that the change of 'out of nothing' was not clear, and the captured trajectory was rapidly dissipating, as if this trajectory should not be in this space, as if the heavens were going to erase it.

He didn't panic, he just kept thinking back to the artistic conception, angle, speed, and posture of the figure swinging the sword, and finally what remained in his heart was a faint sword intent.

This sword intent gave him a wonderful feeling, but it was unpredictable, as if he had learned the swordsmanship in the world, which could be trusted at his fingertips, and it felt extremely strange, and he didn't know where to start, like the vague figure seen in the stone room, seeing it, but not approaching it.

Maybe the sword doesn't belong to you.

Tang Bai didn't gain nothing, he still remembered that move 'Dao Divides Yin and Yang', this move and two styles, the movement of the sword, the sword intent, the angle, the trajectory, and the changes, all of which were clear, he kept imitating and practicing in his mind, and found that his movements were more and more like that figure, and the sword intent was fused with the sword intent of life and destruction that he had realized.

He involuntarily stood up, left the sword wall, found a stone room with few people, pulled out the sword, closed his eyes, according to the memory in his mind, a sword was swung out, only to feel the sword light flashed, there was more momentum on the sword, an indomitable momentum, like the sea of clouds being broken by waves, rolling and tumbling, like a galloping horse; the air dispersed to both sides, forming a vacuum; then the sword momentum changed suddenly, and a powerful suction force came from the sword, and the true yuan in Tang Bai's body was like a river entering the sea, surging towards the sword in his hand.

He couldn't help but panic in his heart, and wanted to withdraw the sword momentum, but this sword was completely out of his control, extremely evil, and the true element of the sea of qi was sucked away, but it did not support the momentum of this sword;

The stone wall was cut open like tofu, and the sword still lingered, heading straight towards another stone chamber, as if it were a white line between heaven and earth, cutting everything.

"Be careful"

Someone shouted, a Ling Li's sword qi met the sword, and with a loud bang, the powerful thrust formed a circle of light and swung around, and the disciples who cultivated to the weaker were shocked by this light wave and flew out, one by one their internal organs were shocked, and they vomited blood.

Many disciples were shocked and angry.

Shocked by the domineering of the sword, angry at the ruthlessness of the sword.

Searching in the direction of the sword, they saw Tang Bai.

At this time, Tang Bai's face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, and the whole person fainted.