Behind the metal heavenly monument that exudes the aura of Xuanhuang is the last of the nine heavens, Chengtian!

Although the top was still covered by mist, the three of them couldn't see whether it was the legendary Heavenly Palace located above the Nine Heavens. The number of remaining stone steps is also countable to the naked eye, a total of forty-five steps, implying the number of ninety-five.

Ninety-five, the flying dragon is in the sky, and it is beneficial to see the adult. Heaven and earth, people, gods and ghosts - the emperor of man, the master of the human religion, only respects heaven and earth, and gods and ghosts must be avoided. The so-called "Ninth Five-Year Plan" encompasses the vast world and unfolds the red dust, but those who fail to "jump out of the Three Realms and are not invisible" must be bound by the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

Exhaled, Zhang Yang slowly paced towards the huge metal monument. Wisps of Xuanhuang Qi overflowed from time to time, misty, as if every wisp of fog could crush a mountain, and it was so heavy that it was suffocating.

Zhang Yang hasn't touched it at all, and he hasn't even really met, there is still a long distance between the two, and he is almost unbearable, and he is overwhelmed by that kind of power. But when Zhang Yang set his eyes on the two ancient characters of Chengtian on the metal monument, that pressure suddenly disappeared.

The original ancient characters that returned to the basics are shining brightly at the moment, imprinted on the heavenly monument. The brilliance is radiant, brilliant and dazzling, if the brilliant red glow is condensed, wisps of sword qi spit out, but there is no fierce killing intent, but it looks a little soft?

The two ancient characters have an indescribable charm, which makes Zhang Yang feel a little trance, as if he has touched an incomprehensible artistic conception like an epiphany. Ahead, it is no longer the same as before, in a white space where nothing exists. Instead, it gradually became obscure, dreamlike, giving people a sense of unreality.

In the end, the avenue was cleared, and all the illusions of light disappeared and returned to peace. What appeared in front of Zhang Yang was a heavenly pool, shimmering with a little phosphorescence. Next to Tianchi is an old pine, I don't know how old the tree is, like an old dragon coiled, vigorous and powerful to the sky.

Old Panasonic is a stone table, which is very rough, simple and natural, and not particular at all. On the stone table there was a pitch-black scabbard, without a hint of light, dim and old, and I don't know how many centuries it had been dusty, and there were words written on it like a bird's seal.

In the distance, there are mountain peaks that reach into the sky. Straight up and straight down, each one is like a long sword, standing proudly under the sky, with an earth-shattering momentum.

A white-haired old man in a Taoist robe suddenly appeared in front of him, and the hazy white light obscured his body, making it difficult for Zhang Yang to see his face clearly. The old man seemed to be indifferent to publicity, and slowly walked to the side of Tianchi, washing a fairy sword. The body of the sword is blue-gold, dazzling, and the ripples like fairy feathers emerge, exuding a sword intent, as if it can shake the heavens and stars.

Like a bubble bursting, the old man disappeared, and the blue gold fairy sword also disappeared. This place is still the same as before, only a heavenly pool, an old pine, a stone table and a scabbard.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang seemed to be blessed with a spiritual heart, and what was on this stone table was the scabbard of this lapis fairy sword? And the old man who just appeared is nothing more than a reproduction of the scene from endless years ago?

And this is the place where he washes his sword, the place where he learns his sword!

"Zheng ......", "Zheng ......" ......

Zhang Yang stepped out and just wanted to approach the scabbard to take a look, as if there were 100,000 heavenly swords roaring in unison, cutting through the sky. The sword peaks in the distance sounded loudly, the fierce sword qi leaked out, and the sword roared through the heavens and the earth.

One after another, sword qi flew out, slashing people's hearts, piercing the sky and sweeping towards Zhang Yang. The gods cover the sun, as if transversing the past and the present, and the 100,000 heavenly swords roar together.

Zhang Yang knew that these should be the test of the sword intent condensed on the inscription of Chengtian. The sword light seemed to cross the void, and appeared in front of Zhang Yang in an instant. The murderous aura of the sword qi struck through the sword, making Zhang Yang's face pale, and his body was about to collapse, which was very uncomfortable.

One can imagine how terrifying these swords are! Even the sword intent and murderous aura revealed are already unbearable, if this sword is in the body, Zhang Yang estimates that even the strong people of Yuanzong will have to hate on the spot.

Zhang Yang's feet stepped on the speed of the god, interspersed with instantaneous steps from time to time, turned into a ray of light, impacted in the gap of the sword, and quickly rushed towards the stone table, avoiding one fierce sword qi after another. Finally, he grabbed the simple black scabbard, and suddenly the sword rays in the sky were like a rain of light, all of which were scattered between heaven and earth.

The originally clear and transparent Sword Lake Tianchi emitted thousands of wisps of sword light, as if a peerless immortal sword was buried. Showing up a wit, could it be that the lapsel fairy sword was buried in this lake sword pool?

At the same time, a true intent of the sword path emanated through the sword pool, and Zhang Yang quickly calmed his mind and began to comprehend the avenue.

This is a vast and majestic sword intent, incomparable. At this moment, nothing exists but an eternal light that shines brightly. But it was such a sword light, but it made the sun, moon and stars in the sky seem insignificant, and turned into firefly light.

Wisps of sword marks appeared in the void, and the qi machine alone was enough to smash all the powerhouses below the Yuan King. If it weren't for the black scabbard in Zhang Yang's hand spewing out a white halo like mist, Zhang Yang would have disintegrated in this sword intent a long time ago.

That's it, every step Zhang Yang took felt as if there was a Wanjun Immortal Sword pointing at him, and his body was still about to collapse. In the distance, the sword peaks roared in unison, like a hundred thousand immortal swords.

You can't break in!

If you don't comprehend the sword path in it, you won't be able to get close to the clear sword lake at all, even if you have a scabbard!

Staring into the void, the sword light like the first ray of light at the beginning of heaven and earth, Zhang Yang was motionless. Holding the black scabbard in his hand, the treasure is solemn, and he seriously understands it, and time is meaningless at this moment.

This kind of sword intent is broad and profound, vast and unfathomable, which deeply shocked Zhang Yang. Later, the sword light in the void began to change, sometimes a grass, sometimes a wood, but they all exuded a vast and far-reaching sword intent.

Is this similar to the realm in martial arts novels in the previous life, where picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people? At a certain level, the sword will no longer be limited to tangible qualities, and even a piece of grass and trees, even a piece of sand and dust can become a heavenly sword in the hand, splitting mountains and seas at every turn.

Zhang Yang's heart shook, and he connected with the sword intent in the eight ancient monuments in front of him, and gradually all the way, these nine heavenly monuments turned out to be a sword inheritance! If it weren't for my occasional feelings, I'm afraid I would have missed this huge opportunity!

There was incomparable solemnity in Zhang Yang's eyes, and after saluting in the direction of Jianchi, he sat down. The previous comprehension had made this sword intent no longer rejecting him, at least the feeling of almost disintegrating was gone, but he still couldn't take half a step into the sword pool.

Holding the black scabbard, Zhang Yang once again devoted his mind to the sword intent in the void.