On the edge of the cliff, Zeng Yi stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the end of the sea of clouds, and his heart was full of emotion.

It has been more than a month since he came to the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect, and since he came to live in Master's Divine Sword Peak, Zeng Yi has been staying in this mountain to practice and has not come down the mountain once.

After this period of meditation and practice, it seems to have smoothed the impetuous worldly aura on Zeng Yi's body before, and there is a dusty breath in every gesture, indifferent, ethereal like a fairy, and there is a kind of spiritual realm of a worldly master.

Yes, during this period of practice, Zeng Yi did not pay attention to the cultivation of soul power, but more in the precipitation, sorting out the previous cultivation perceptions, cultivating the spiritual realm, and understanding nature.

Zeng Yi looked at the sea of clouds, and in a trance, he seemed to remember something, and with a flip of his right hand, a simple pendant appeared on the palm of his hand, which was the mysterious bronze sword ornament he had obtained in the Tiandou Auction Hall before.

At the beginning, when he saw this bronze sword ornament, Zeng Yi had a very inexplicable intuition, thinking that this thing had a very important role for him. However, nothing could be studied, as if it were just a very ordinary ornament. During this period of meditation and practice, Zeng Yi also forgot about the mysterious bronze sword ornament and focused on cultivation. Now, I suddenly remembered.

"What do you do?" Looking at the bronze sword ornament in his hand, Zeng Yi fingered the mysterious runes on it, his eyes flashing with thought.

Looking at this mysterious bronze sword ornament, Zeng Yi really felt that the sword intent on his body was vaguely attracted by this thing.

However, he is also a kendo practitioner, why can't the old man sense it? Is it my delusion?

Zeng Yi couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind.

How is it possible, I am not sick. Zeng Yi thought in his heart, and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

Then, Zeng Yi couldn't help but use his soul power and probe towards this mysterious bronze sword ornament.

"This?"

Zeng Yi couldn't help but exclaim, his face showing surprise.

I saw that the bronze sword ornament in Zeng Yi's hand had changed, and Zeng Yi's soul power was attached, flashing and disappearing, like breathing.

Finally, it reacted again, and it turned out that it was necessary to absorb soul power in order to trigger its changes. Very well, let me see, what the hell are you!

Zeng Yi's excited gaze was firmly fixed on the bronze sword ornament in his hand, and his luck and soul power continued to flow towards it.

However, just by sending soul power to this bronze sword pendant, it can trigger its changes, such a simple thing, will the people in the auction hall not try it? Moreover, I remember that the old man also tried with his soul power at that time, but it didn't work. So why is it different for me?

Could it be that only my soul power can cause this thing to change?

Zeng Yi couldn't help but think of this, and doubts flashed in his eyes. However, in just a moment, the look of doubt in Zeng Yi's eyes turned into shock, that was the color of fear.

Zeng Yi felt that the soul power of his body began to be uncontrollable, and it continued to pour into the bronze sword ornament, but this mysterious bronze sword ornament was like an endless abyss, no matter how Zeng Yi's soul power poured in, it was not satisfied.

"What's going on?" A look of horror appeared on Zeng Yi's face, and his cheeks turned pale, and in just a few seconds, the soul power in his body was almost absorbed by this bronze sword ornament.

Zeng Yi thought of throwing away the bronze-level ornament on his hand, but this thing was like kraft candy, sticking to his hand, so that Zeng Yi couldn't fall off.

In desperation, Zeng Yi had no choice but to activate the skill of his soul bone and release the stored soul power. However, this mysterious bronze sword ornament still absorbs Zeng Yi's soul power like a whale absorbing the sea, and it does not stop until Zeng Yi's soul power bottoms out.

In this situation, Zeng Yi could only watch his soul power disappear without a trace, his pale cheeks were not full of fine beads of cold sweat, and his eyes were full of anxiety, but he was helpless.

Do you want to be sucked to death by this mysterious thing? This kind of death is too embarrassing!

As this thought rose in his mind, immediately after, the soul power was sucked away, and Zeng Yi's body also became weak and weak, and he fell to the edge of the cliff, and finally, his consciousness gradually blurred until he disappeared and fell into darkness.

......

In the dark night sky, there was a blood-colored full moon, and the space was filled with a pale blood-colored mist, and from time to time there were bursts of mournful crows of crows.

Bang~

Suddenly, a faint blue lightning flashed in the sky, as if it was about to tear through the dim space.

The moment the lightning flashed, Zeng Yi couldn't help but widen his eyes, with a look of shock in his eyes.

It was a tower, like a mountain, straight up like a pillar of optimus.

After the lightning dimmed, a thunderous sound like a dark furious beast came, sweeping through the entire space.

"What is this place?"

Zeng Yi stood in this space, adjusting his mental state to the extreme, his sharp eyes vigilant about the surrounding situation, and his right hand had quietly grasped the hilt of Lan Qi's sword, ready for a possible battle at any time.

In this space, it is dark and dark, as if you are in hell, and you don't feel any warmth.

Zeng Yi stood in front of this tower, staring at this cold iron gate without any movement.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that only a few seconds had passed, and Zeng Yi didn't seem to feel the passage of time

Here, time moves slowly as if it had been wrapped in heavy shackles.

I don't know how long it took, Zeng Yi took a step and walked towards the gate of the tower.

When his hand touched the cold iron door, Zeng Yi was about to push it open, but at this moment, Zeng Yi's eyes couldn't help shrinking, and a ghost-like voice came into Zeng Yi's ears,

"Welcome to ......

break off

Look......"

Before he could finish hearing this, Zeng Yi's consciousness fell into darkness again.

......

"Master! Master! Master! ”

Vaguely, Zeng Yi seemed to hear someone calling him.

Where is this?

Zeng Yi felt that his body had become very heavy, and he felt extremely depressed.

That's right! I remember being on the edge of a cliff, drained of my soul power by the mysterious bronze sword, and I fell unconscious.

Then they appear in a mysterious place, which is full of darkness, dead silence, and despair.

Suddenly, Zeng Yi remembered the words that seemed to be whispered in his ears like a god of death.

"Ahh

In the room, a frightened shout suddenly came from the bed, startling Chenxin, Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi and Yan Qi.

Turning to look, I saw Zeng Yi get up as quickly as a spring, one hand attached to his forehead, cold sweat on his pale cheeks, his chest rose and fell violently, and his mouth kept panting, as if he had seen something terrifying, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

"Zeng Yi! You're finally awake! ”

Seeing Zeng Yi wake up, the few people in Chenxin couldn't help but have excitement on their faces, and quickly came to the bedside.

At this time, Zeng Yi found that he was now in a room, and he couldn't help but raise his head, and saw his master, Sword Douluo Chenxin, as well as Bone Douluo Gu Rong, Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, disciple Yan Que, and the four of them gathered around his bedside, looking at him, with a look of worry in his eyes.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Yan Que asked worriedly.

Zeng Yi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's just a nightmare, it's nothing." ”

"Are you alright? Do you know that you were in a coma for three whole days! After listening to Zeng Yi's words, Chenxin said angrily, but his tone was full of worry.

"Three days?" Zeng Yi couldn't help but be stunned, he unknowingly slept for three days, which ......

It seems that I have a lot to do with the coma. Zeng Yi has been in a coma for a few days, and he has slept for several days each time.

"It's on the edge of the cliff where you usually cultivate, but fortunately, Yan Que found you in time and brought you back. Otherwise, if you are taken away by a soul beast or fall off a cliff, you will die, do you know? Dusty Heart scolded again.

On the Divine Sword Peak, there are naturally soul beasts, but the cultivation is about ten years of soul beasts, and there are also soul beasts with a hundred years of cultivation, but there are very few, and the thousand-year-old soul beast dust heart will not let them exist, he himself is not afraid, but he is also worried that the thousand-year-level soul beasts will hurt the disciples of the sect.

"Why did you suddenly fall unconscious? What happened? ”

Ning Fengzhi asked with concern. Knowing that Zeng Yi was in a coma, he rushed over as soon as possible, the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect is a famous sect for its auxiliaries, although he doesn't know how to heal soul skills, but the sect also has an auxiliary soul master with a healing system, but it can't make Zeng Yi wake up.

In the past three days, although Zeng Yi was in a coma, his physical condition was not very good, his face had been extremely pale, and he was constantly dripping in cold sweat, but he couldn't find out what the reason was, which made several of them very anxious.

If Zeng Yi had any accidents, it would be a loss that the sect couldn't afford.

Fortunately, Zeng Yi woke up.

"Me?" Zeng Yi pondered for a while, and couldn't help but think of that dim space, as well as the pitch-black tower.

Welcome to despair?

Despair of what?

Zeng Yi seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was.

After thinking about it carefully, Zeng Yi still planned to hide this secret.

"Maybe there's something wrong with my cultivation."

"Something went wrong with your cultivation?" Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but be stunned.

Chen's mind thought for a while, remembered Zeng Yi's cultivation during this time, and thought of something, and said: "Maybe the cultivation is too anxious, something went wrong, and he went crazy." ”

"Gone mad? Uncle Jian, you don't read jokes, do you? Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but be startled.

Yu Que asked suspiciously, "Uncle Ning." What is going crazy? ”

Ning Fengzhi explained: "It's that there is a deviation in the cultivation, a mistake, which will cause damage to the body. At worst, it will drop the level of soul power, and at worst, it will leave serious hidden dangers in the body, which will affect future cultivation and may even endanger your life. ”

"So serious?" Hearing this, Yan Que was startled, and then looked at his master with a worried face, "Master, you'll be fine." ”

As he spoke, Yan Que's eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Zeng Yi couldn't help but smile, reached out and touched the top of his disciple's head, and said, "Don't worry, the master is fine." ”

Looking at Zeng Yi, Chenxin said: "It should be the reason why you are too impatient in your cultivation during this time, and you can't be fast in your cultivation, and besides, you have surpassed your peers by much, and if you relax a little, it won't have any effect." Proper relaxation, the combination of work and rest, this can better appreciate the profundity of the realm of Taoist cultivation. ”

Chenxin originally thought that Yan Que's cultivation was already hard enough, but he didn't expect that his disciple, his cultivation was even more perverted, except for eating and normal pranayama, he spent almost the whole day cultivating, he was simply a madman.

Sure enough, if there is a teacher, there will be an apprentice.

"During this time, you should stop practicing, take good care of your body, don't make yourself useless, otherwise, when Rongrong comes back, my beard will not be protected."

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