Stone tower, altar, two figures standing, like stone carvings.

I don't know how long it took, Sword Nineteen changed, and a trace of sword intent appeared on his body, although it was extremely weak, it had the potential to spark the prairie fire.

Sword Nineteen's sword had already channeled, sensing the master's sword intent, and trembled, emitting a crisp sword sound.

The sword intent on Jian Nineteen's body became stronger and stronger, and the phantom of a long sword appeared behind him, and the sharp sword qi pierced the sky.

Three more days passed like this, and after the darkness of the fourth day, when the morning sun was rising, Jian Nineteen's eyelids trembled lightly and he opened his eyes.

The sword intent on his body reached its peak, the infinite sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the long sword phantom behind him was like substance.

His sword flew up and landed in his palm, and with a 'groan', the sword shadow behind him merged with the sword, and a little light appeared between the heavens and the earth, as if it burst out in the dark universe, breaking through the darkness and emitting an infinite scorching light.

Sword Nineteen moved, and the long sword slashed, splitting the light in half, and the strongest sword intent tore through the space and slashed towards the altar.

The altar emits a sacred white light, like a white lotus in full bloom, holy and solemn, and in the white light, it exudes a unique avenue rule.

There are countless figures on the altar, there are old people, yellow-mouthed children, cardamom girls, young scholars, flower letter women in the prime of peach and plum years, young people with weak crowns, people born in the world, scholars with righteous mouths, farmers facing the loess with their backs to the sky, craftsmen walking the streets and alleys, emperors, wise men, hermits, doctors, monks and nuns...

One by one, the figures were condensed in the endless white light, like an old world, blocking in front of Sword Nineteen's sword.

Sword energy, sword intent.

After the vertical and horizontal sword qi poured into this world, it dissipated in the blink of an eye, and after the powerful sword intent poured into this world, it merged with this world.

In the world formed by the white light, there is also a peerless swordsman dressed in white.

Another 'Sword Nineteen'.

Jian Nineteen withdrew the long sword in his hand, hung it on his back, and quietly looked at his other self.

After a long time, he closed his eyes again, motionless, as if everything just now was an illusion.

After three months like this, Jian Nineteen opened his eyes again, the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger, and the sword in his hand seemed to be no longer a sword, but a lightning bolt, slashing through the sky, like a huge silver dragon, about to split the world in front of him.

The light emitted by the ten-character inscription on the altar is getting whiter and whiter, and the world in the white light is becoming clearer and clearer.

The sword of Sword Nineteen turns into ten, ten into hundred, and hundreds into thousands, and the infinite sword light crisscrosses the light network.

The line is broken, and the person dies.

The creatures on the altar were wiped out in the light of the sword.

The sword light was exhausted, and the broken network of light turned into light, illuminating the altar

New beings are emerging, and a new world is coming.

A year later, Sword Nineteen woke up again, and he didn't take out his sword, because he knew the flaws in his swordsmanship, and even if it was another ten, a hundred years, a thousand years, here, his swordsmanship would not be able to break through the rules of the altar here.

He looked at Tang Bai on the other side, groaned slightly, and then the sword light flashed, and the wings growing behind him turned into a ball of white light, peeling off from his body, but strangely poured into his body from his skin and breath, turning into white wings and growing out of his shoulder blades.

Swing your sword, slash again.

The wings turned into white light and poured into his body.

Nine times like this, each time he slashed, the breath of Sword Nineteen was faint by one point, and after nine times, he frowned, and there was an extra iron tip in his hand, which was the tip of the sword after the sword was broken.

As soon as the tip of the sword came out, it emitted a powerful aura of extermination and killing, and this aura was not sword intent, but Dao.

Jian Nineteen bit the tip of his tongue, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, sprayed on the tip of the sword, and roared: Chop.

There is no brilliance, and there is no sword intent, and the tip of the sword is slashed, like a woodcutter cutting firewood with a knife.

The wings of the pure light turned into countless points of light and scattered them over the altar.

Jian Nineteen's face was terrifyingly pale, and his body trembled, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, he collected the sword, and then took the tip of the small sword suspended in front of him, and walked down the altar without looking back, and walked out of the stone tower.

Spring flowers and autumn dew, summer thunder and winter snow, two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Tang Bai is still competing with the will of the altar.

Eight years, eight years of time in an instant, time seems to be frozen in Tang Bai's body, his appearance, clothes, hairstyle, and even his expression have not changed in the slightest, as if the years have avoided him and cannot change him in the slightest.

But in Tang Bai's sea of knowledge, infinite white light spreads, and the figure of the giant in the white light also makes it more and more real.

Tang Bai resisted more and more hard, as if there was a person in his heart who kept saying: "Surrender and be his slave, you will be liberated and get eternal life." ”

Whenever he wanted to surrender, another voice in his heart kept telling him: "Keep the original intention, keep the original intention, the heart is not self-confused, and people are not self-confused." ”

Tang Bai has been persistent, and this persistence comes from his idea of one yang, from his soul, and from his crazy character.

As time passed, the white light in the sea of his consciousness became more and more abundant, the thought of a yang was compressed, and a little clarity in his heart, like a candle in the wind, would soon be extinguished, and he would lose consciousness.

Tang Bai was not convinced.

He is a free man, a man with a soul, a man with an independent consciousness.

He can compromise with life, he can tolerate his friends, and he will never give in to fate and oppression, even if he dies, even if he falls into the Nine Netherworlds.

He is unyielding.

The remaining thoughts in the sea of his consciousness burned, turning into cloudy rays of light, breaking through the blockade of white light. He blew himself up the true essence of the dantian and turned into a blazing flame and burned.

It is a choice of self-destruction, from the destruction of the soul to the body.

A monstrous storm surged in the sea of consciousness, destroying all perceptions, and the True Yuan was tearing through the meridians and destroying his body.

The altar gave birth to induction, emitting endless light, constantly submerging into his body, quickly repairing his injuries, keeping his body in the most perfect state, and the white light of his knowledge of the sea continued to nourish his thoughts, so that the knowledge of the sea would not collapse.

Destruction, restoration, and the cycle continues.

His body is getting more and more perfect.

The idea of a yang in the sea of knowledge is becoming more and more complete in the continuous grinding.

His will is becoming stronger and stronger, like a mainstay, standing tall in the torrent, resisting in oppression, and tempered in the flames.

Thousands of tempers, a thought to wake up the heart, the idea of a yang under this kind of coincidence, a loud "boom", erupted.

In a trance, the sound of the avenue sounded in his sea of consciousness, and a new thought was reborn, like the sun in the sky, emitting the light of the sun and heat.

Once a lifetime is extinguished, Nirvana is reborn, and the realm of one yang is finally completed.

Tang Bai's state of mind became clearer and clearer, and his mind became more and more determined, even if the sea was clear, and the white clouds and dogs could not change his state of mind.

At the same time, the bell mark on his eyebrows suddenly emitted a golden light, and the bell rang loudly, making nine rings in a row, and the sound waves spread out like water ripples, spreading in all directions.

The giant in the sea of knowledge turned into white light collapsed in the bell, and the white light that filled the sea of knowledge was purified by the bell and turned into a silky cloud.

His sea of consciousness formed a pure blue sky, and all his thoughts turned into countless stars.

Tang Bai opened his eyes and let out a long sigh, as if he had a long nightmare, and he woke up from the dream with horror.

Sword Nineteen had left, and he was the only one here.

The altar is the same, and the 'foreign man' in the altar has not changed in the slightest.

Tang Bai looked at the scepter in his hand, smiled happily, and walked towards the altar with his feet open.

The moment he stepped into the altar, the ten-character inscription on the altar shone brightly, turning into a world of light, boundless.

Tang Bai, walking in this world of light, it seems that he will never be able to reach the center of the world.

He suddenly understood that this was the rule, and only with the ability to break the rules could he enter this world of light.

Sword Nineteen can't do it, and he can't either.

He retreated to the altar with some discouragement, watched the light in the altar fade away, sighed lightly, and reluctantly looked at the ornate scepter, the majestic throne, and then turned around, walked down the stairs, and walked out of the stone tower without looking back.

With a squeak, the huge bronze door closed again, and on top of the two iron rings, a copper lock engraved with patterns locked the door tightly.

Tang Bai hurriedly looked into the purple gold ring, and sure enough, the copper lock in the ring had disappeared.

"Could it be that Sword Nineteen knew that the copper lock couldn't be taken away, so he abandoned it?"

He just guessed randomly, and a strange feeling of self-defilement arose in his heart.

He understood that it was he who underestimated Jian Nineteen, and Jian Nineteen was a pure swordsman, and his own jealousy had made his pure heart covered with dust, so that he had the feeling of self-defilement.

He practiced the "Nine Yang Sutra" once, and after sweeping away the dust in his heart, he was extremely relieved for a while.

He laughed and said, "Everyone has his own character, and everyone has his own way, so it doesn't matter what he does." With that, he stepped out of the light shrouded the stone tower and appeared in the square.

The gravity on the square has not been lost, the rules have not been lost, and it has been restored to its previous appearance.

More and more people came here to comprehend and practice, and at a glance, there were as many as 100 people.

Tang Bai ran the "Witch Body Dafa", and the 'Yongquan Cave' went straight to the earth, forming a whole with the square and the earth, and the gravity and rules became extremely weak.

The monk in the square looked at him, and one of the monks cried out, "Look, a birdman has come out of the tower." ”

Tang Bai was shocked when he heard this, his consciousness enveloped his whole body, and sure enough, behind him, a pair of white wings contracted together, and the white feathers exuded a holy brilliance in the sun.

Really got wings.

He was at a loss for what to do, and heard a monk shouting, "Catch this birdman and ask about the situation in the tower." After speaking, he rushed towards Tang Bai under huge pressure.

This is a slightly chubby middle-aged monk, who can walk close to the stone tower, and his cultivation should not be weak.

When Tang Bai heard this, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he stepped forward, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the middle-aged monk.

Without saying a word, he casually shot out a red light, and the fire spirit sword slashed out, directly taking the middle-aged monk's face.

Between life and death, the middle-aged monk sacrificed an ancient mirror and shot out a white light to block the long sword.

There was a loud 'boom', and the two forces collided together.

The gravity and rules of the square instantly became chaotic, and a powerful coercion and killing force suddenly appeared in the square.

The middle-aged monk needed to bear the gravity and rules of the square, and fought hard with Tang Bai, doubling the gravity he was bearing, and the infinite force pressed on his body, instantly crushing his muscles and bones, and the blood in his mouth was inexhaustible, and he fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

A person in the distance shouted: "Senior brother, how are you?" After speaking, the middle-aged monk didn't agree, looked at Tang Bai and shouted angrily: "What a thief, you dare to kill my senior brother, I will definitely pull your skin and bones, and break your bones and ashes." After speaking, he did not advance but retreated, and retreated to the edge of the square.

He is a smart man, and he knows that he is not Tang Bai's opponent in the square.

It's just that he was too smart and vented his dissatisfaction first, not knowing that this was the way to die.

Where could Tang Bai allow him to live, he didn't even pick up the middle-aged monk's treasure mirror, took a big stride, chased after him, and it was another sword.

This sword is actually his specialty stunt 'Dao Divides Yin and Yang'.

The sword light was like a cut thread, instantly splitting the person in half, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The blood disappeared into the slate, and even the corpse slowly dissolved and was absorbed by the slate.

On top of the floor tiles, it has become white again, spotless, and looks particularly weird.

This strange square is more like a monster devouring flesh and blood at this time.

The rules of the square changed greatly, and for a while, dark clouds overpowered, lightning and thunder, which seemed to anger the heavens and attracted heavenly punishment.

The other monks also knew that the movement just now had triggered the ban on the square, and they retreated out of the square without their lives.

Tang Bai also ran towards the outside of the square as hard as he could, and when he met other monks on the way, he didn't care, he flew up and kicked him away, whether he was dead or alive, and then walked away.

Then, lightning flashed and thundered, and in the midst of the roaring thunder, the lightning slashed down like a heavenly knife and slashed at the cultivators.

The monks who did not exit the square screamed and roared, and then the huge mana exploded in the square, and was quickly drowned in the sound of lightning and thunder, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.