Before duckweed Xingjun will die, enter the Changling Tomb and set up a stele.

His true body of the Star Monarch rests here for a long time.

The stele of Changling is connected with the master's heart, and after the death of the master, the stele is lifeless.

But this part of Duckweed Xingjun, the intensity of the dead qi is far greater than the others.

The thin swordsman suspended above the stone monument, there seemed to be a black evil aura between his sleeves and robes, and the dead qi visible to the naked eye swirled around the stone monument, and the heavy rain could not wash it away.

Duckweed Xingjun said hoarsely: "You want to see all the long tombstones?"

When Ning Yi was in the small courtyard, he thought about this problem.

The fog of Changling is clear, and he is here for this!

Xingjun's voice still echoed in the tomb.

Ning Yi didn't answer again.

He directly proved his determination with the most practical actions.

A palm lightly rested against the stone tablet of duckweed Xingjun.

"Click".

Icy tablet.

The slightest trace of cool sword intent, through the palm of the hand, swam in the blood, along the meridians, and there was also a black death aura mixed in between.

Ning Yi's temples, sideburns flew up.

He absorbed that wisp of sword intent, which came from the lifelong efforts of Duckweed Xingjun, not seeking refinement, but just a glance.

Duckweed Xingjun, with a sword, the sword intent is like a big river lonely ping, and there is no return, just like his life, from the wind and rain, back to the wind and rain.

The oppression of invisible divine thoughts, through the stele stone, acts on the heart lake.

The lake rumbled and trembled.

Between Ning Yi's mouth and nose, he let out a slight muffled snort.

After three or four breaths, Ning Yi withdrew his palm, and he bowed slightly, which was regarded as a sign of gratitude.

A wisp of thought condensed in the heavy rain duckweed Xingjun looked at this pale and stubborn young man in silence.

Put away the oil-paper umbrella, a teenager who used it as a crutch, one foot deep, one foot shallow, stepped on the stone tablet, the mud rolled up, the water splashed, Ning Yi continued to walk forward.

The road is long, and the rain is long.

Sword cultivation is indeed the most arrogant and maverick among many cultivators.

Those who can step into Changling are all amazingly talented, masters of an era.

Except for the duckweed Xingjun, who had little time to do, he chose to erect the stone tablet at the Changling Mountain Pass, where he entered, and the rest of the sword cultivators climbed a very high distance.

Ning Yi silently undertook the pressure of divine thoughts, these pains were right

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To him, it's nothing.

Soon, he came to the second stele.

"Sword Lake Palace, Drifting Snow Sword Monarch. ”

Whispered the other party's name.

Ning Yi bowed slightly, inserted the tip of the thin oil-paper umbrella into the dirt of the mountain road, splashed a small puff of mud, and then slowly stretched out his palm and pasted it in the stone tablet to comprehend the second sword intent.

The heart lake, which had not yet regained its calmness, was subjected to the impact of sword cultivation sword intent and divine thoughts for the second time.

This sword intent, with the breath of winter, instantly froze a thin layer of snow on the heart lake, and between the tips of Ning Yi's eyebrows and hair, it was dyed with a layer of snow white.

His teeth, as well as his fingers touching the stele, trembled slightly.

But Ning Yi's face was still calm.

He had never seen such a sword intent that could attach the cold to the sword intent...... Invades the bone marrow and immobilizes.

Ning Yi, who had just stepped into the world of sword cultivation, touched the stone tablet, like a willing baby, he looked at the door of the new world, and the wind and rain smashed on his body, turning a deaf ear.

He didn't care what was going on in the outside world.

He didn't care about the dead air that passed through the stone tablet to his fingertips.

As early as when he was in the courtyard, when he made the choice to enter Changling, he thought about the price he needed to pay, he didn't care about anything, he just needed a quiet environment, so that he could be alone, quietly look at the sword intent treasures left by those sword masters in the Changling Tomb of the Great Sui.

"Yin Yang Sword Monarch ......"

"Great Yan Xingjun ......"

Ning Yi's black robe was stained with a layer of wind and frost, a layer of mud, the fabric was cut by the sword intent, the skin was exposed, and then it was cut, and it was stained with blood, and he didn't realize it, immersed in a realm of selflessness.

His physical body still bears those pains, the dead qi invades the skin and bones, attached to every inch of blood, cannot be removed, cannot be separated, but is suppressed by Ning Yi's vigorous blood, the divinity of the White Bone Plains turned Ning Yi's blood into a faint gold, and those pitch-black dead air, like a pool of stagnant water, were instantly submerged by the ocean of gold.

This is the future calamity.

Ning Yi chose to hold the sword in front of him.

Although the spirit is painful and under high pressure, it is still excited.

The light in Ning Yi's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Far from slowing down, he was moving faster and faster.

Came to a stone monument, stretched out his palm, and suffered the baptism of sword intent

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After chewing silently for a while, he continued to the next stone monument.

This kind of action is repeated a lot, and it is faintly and has become a habit of Ning Yi.

On the Changling Mountain Road, the mud kept splashing.

The speed of the young man's progress was getting faster and faster.

When Ning Yi stopped for the first time, unconsciously, he had reached an extremely high mountainside, and when he looked back, the dense steles behind him, those sword qi steles that came down from the Star Monarch realm, had all been touched.

"There are a total of seventy-nine Star Monarchs who practice swordsmanship in the Great Sui and are invited to Changling...... That's a little less than I thought. Ning Yi stretched out a palm and rubbed his numb cheeks, the rain above his head did not mean to decrease.

He moved on.

Next is the sword qi stone tablet of the Nirvana realm.

"Ying Tianfu Cao Bi ......" Ning Yi seemed to see a familiar name, in his heart, the flying sword called "Dragon Pattern" trembled faintly, as if he sensed the master's divine thoughts before his death, the great sword cultivator of Ying Tianfu joined forces with his colleagues from the other two academies back then, and partnered to sneak attack the sword weapon, but was suppressed by the sword weapon.

Even the "dragon pattern" has been taken away.

It seemed that he sensed the resentment of the "dragon pattern", and on the stone tablet, there was suddenly an extremely hideous thought, which suddenly rose.

"Junior!"

In the majestic rain, Ning Yi's face was pale, his palm was still attached to the stone tablet, he raised his head and looked at the burly figure that rose up-

Cao Bi of Ying Tianfu, after his death, a thought came out through the stele, hovered in the mist, and said with a hideous face: "You also want to understand my sword intent? You also deserve to understand my sword intent!"

The power of the Nirvana realm, the characters who practice the way of the sword, if they can rely on the realm of the sword to have the strength to fight with the cultivators of the realm of Nirvana, they can be regarded as among these immortal figures, and they should be honored as "great sword cultivators".

Perhaps because Cao Bi died of hatred, the thoughts on this stone tablet carried a strong hatred.

The majestic divine thought came out through the stone tablet, and with a strong dead air, he rushed towards Ning Yi.

It can be seen that Cao Bi's state of mind is narrow.

Because he sensed the "Dragon Pattern" sword qi, he wanted Ning Yi to die here!

A storm is coming.

An unfamiliar, hoarse voice sounded on the mountain road of Changling.

"You dare?"

(Haha, today's third shift, I didn't expect it, right?)

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