"Also, you're still young, and you need to go around and break through. A trace of memory flashed in Zhao Ningjun's eyes.

Nangong Fan nodded, it's okay to let him just put his name on, really let him sit in one place for dozens or hundreds of years, he doubts that he can go crazy directly.

Ten years of witchcraft was a very big exception for him. But that was also to ease the pressure on the body, not to mention that there were divine patterns to study, and there was Ziyu by his side, which was also enjoyable, but he didn't feel the passage of time much.

Those ten years were like a dream, if it weren't for the details from time to time, Nangong Fan still thought that he was a young man in his early twenties.

It's been more than thirty years in the blink of an eye, and the years are not forgiving, and I'm old!

It was getting dark, and the two brothers Hu Mingluo walked down.

The four of them rested in an attic five thousand meters away.

The attic is quaint with a slightly seductive fragrance that seems to have a reassuring effect.

The three major realms are held by candles and night talks.

Nangong Fan was not interested in getting involved, so he found a room and began to retreat.

This retreat didn't last long, it was just a matter of making all aspects of the body more suitable for cultivating the Sword Codex.

The steps will be a little complicated, the most important thing is to open up new meridians and transform the dantian, as long as it is successful, it can contain more spiritual power than the dantian of the same level cultivator.

The first successful transformation of the dantian was successful, and then just add bricks and tiles on this basis, and there is no need to be as troublesome as now.

Nangong Fan was very cautious, and there were many differences in the dantian transformed with the same exercises, since he had come to this point on the path of cultivation, he naturally wanted to see the scenery of the road ahead.

And if you want to move forward smoothly, the first step of this cultivator is particularly important, and if you have a good foundation, you can go further.

Of course, Nangong Fan wanted to do his best to achieve the most perfect form. It's not terrible to have flaws, after the realm is profound, your vision is stronger, and you have your own way to make up for it, but if you go the wrong way, it's hard to turn back again.

Quietly sit in the middle of the room until midnight.

Nangong Fan suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness, his eyes were full of energy, even the darkness could not hide the flowing colors in them, and there seemed to be a faint blue and blue brilliance passing through.

There is no joy or sorrow, and he exhales a breath of turbidity.

The entire spirit and spirit were then raised to the peak.

Nangong Fan's gradually dimming eyes revealed a little solemnity, and he didn't seem to have the idea of closing his eyes again.

I saw the blood-colored brilliance flowing in my hand, and the black dragon sword appeared.

The scabbard that was almost forgotten by Nangong Fan also came out of the dantian, completely covering the edge.

In his right hand, he clenched the hilt of the black dragon sword, which had no trace of blood and was almost integrated with the night. The left hand caresses the quaint scabbard like a lover.

Nangong Fan's face was full of intoxication, and he hung the black dragon sword with the scabbard on his back for a long time, his eyes flashed a trace of sharpness, and a faint sword intent burst out of it.

"Draw your sword!"

A soft snort.

The cold light rose, and the blood appeared.

The drawing of the sword recorded in the basic sword recipe is unpretentious, and at the same time pursues stability and speed.

The basic sword technique is not a cultivator's technique, but a simple sword technique, and is praised by Li Taibai as the ancestor of all sword moves. When Nangong Fan stood quietly in the sword monument for a month, what he realized was the sword intent of the basic sword technique.

"Stabb, pick, slash ......"

Nangong Fan clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, his movements were slow, and every movement was so clear and almost perfect.

But just wielding these most basic sword styles made him sweat like rain.

Gradually increasing the difficulty, two simple movements are used in succession, and sometimes there are tricks.

The sky gradually brightened, and the towering Vain Chop Peak seemed to trample the sun under his feet.

A glimmer of light appeared in the dark room, and Nangong Fan finally stopped all the movements in his hand and sat cross-legged on the ground, with the sword in his arms, sweating profusely.

"Refreshing. ”

Wiping the sweat from his face and devoting himself to the sword intent, his entire mind seemed to sharpen.

He liked it, he enjoyed it, and he didn't feel any tired.

Slowly closing his eyes, his sharp eyes were blocked, and Nangong Fan became a quiet beautiful man in an instant.

The mind sank into the dantian, I don't know if it was an illusion, even if it didn't rely on spiritual power just now, it was completely the physical power that was wielding the basic sword technique that ordinary people couldn't look down on at all. But these previously peaceful spiritual powers are also quite boiling underneath, and they seem to be dyed with a little sharp breath.

"A hundred years of sharpening a sword, cutting out the road to heaven. ”

His lips opened slightly, and Nangong Fan's mind completely sank into spiritual power.

The various comprehensions of the sword surging in his heart caused the spiritual power to gradually solidify, and it seemed to turn into a small sword roaring in the dantian.

"The sword is a gentleman, and the sword is the master of killing. Today, I enter the way of the sword with my heart. ”

Nangong Fan's voice was extremely excited.

The spiritual power is a sword, roaring out of the dantian, cutting down the meridians, the slightest unbearable pain is pervasive, and gradually even a little more bloody.

Regardless of the spiritual power, he continued to move forward according to the route that had been planned, and it was inevitable that his own blood would be contaminated in the process.

There were a little more blood lines on the spiritual power, as if the small sword was attached to the spirituality, and for a while, the sword intent boiled in the body.

The whole body seems to be in the middle of it and has become a battlefield.

Nangong Fan's sudden feeling that his physique was too strong was not a good thing, at least at this time, it brought him a lot of trouble.

This meridian, which should have been easily widened, was extremely tenacious at this time, and it often took several collisions of spiritual power to shake it.

"My spiritual power can't withstand such a consumption, and if I continue, something will go wrong sooner or later. ”

Nangong Fan had a headache, but the spiritual power containing sword intent was not enough. Do you still want to divide your mind into every spiritual power and really use your sword moves?

It's a big challenge.

"For the sake of perfection, it was done. ”

Nangong Fan's divine power surged, accurately falling into every wisp of spiritual power, and the spiritual power that was rampage with sword intent under a thought stopped.

Under the subtle control, several wisps of spiritual power were blended together, and it really had the appearance of a sword weapon.

"Impact!"

or pick, or stab, or chop.

Nangong Fan divided his spiritual power into several groups, each of which made a separate movement to expand his territory in his body.

After a week, the spiritual power finally flowed through the meridians that could be opened up now and returned to the dantian, and Nangong Fan's whole person completely turned into a bloody person in the meantime.

The spiritual power passed all the way through the blood, and the blood seemed to really melt into it. The seemingly cyan spiritual power contained an inconspicuous hint of black, and now it was stained with blood.

"It's a bit of a nondescript. ”

Nangong Fan exhaled lightly, his eyes became more and more solemn, expanding and opening up the meridians, after breaking through the spiritual realm, it should have been the most basic thing, and there would be no such process until the meridians of the heavenly realm were fully opened.

It's just that he used his sword intent to refine the meridians, which can be regarded as destroying himself for a round.

In fact, as long as the meridians required by the sword canon are opened, and the spiritual power is operated according to the recorded laws on weekdays, it will be regarded as a sword canon.

It's just that Nangong Fan is obviously unwilling to just practice the sword canon so roughly, that may be better than a cultivator who cultivates ordinary exercises, and in his opinion, it is far from enough. His goal is to directly target the core dantian of spiritual cultivation, to truly transform it.

Between breaths, under the now thicker meridians, a little bit of spiritual energy flowed into the body under the ubiquitous sword intent. With a little smelting, the aura became tighter, and it soon became its own spiritual power.

The consumption of opening up the meridians was quickly replenished, and Nangong Fan did not stop absorbing the aura.

The divine soul sat in the sea of knowledge, recited the sword codex, and frantically absorbed the aura around the body.

Countless spiritual powers were born, but at this time, the pools of spiritual power in the dantian were completely full, and they could only float in the sky, slightly integrated into the dantian, and more would drift away in time, return to heaven and earth, and become spiritual energy.

"The dantian space is very large, but now the strength and realm are insufficient, and the pool will be so small. ”

Nangong Fan's divine thoughts calmly stared at the useless work he had done.

"The sword code is to forcibly open up the pool according to a certain law under the full spiritual power. Now it's time to find the frequency at which the pool slowly expands as it absorbs spiritual power. Use this as a base point to blast the pool open. Let the pool no longer become a constraint of spiritual power, and make full use of the entire dantian. ”

Nangong Fan's eyes flickered, he didn't know how other divine skills expanded the dantian, but he was still smacking his tongue at the way the sword book was recorded.

This is really too overbearing! It doesn't follow common sense at all.

In Nangong Fan's opinion, if you want to fully apply the dantian, how can it seem that there should be a gradual process, and now in a violent way, how can a person who has just become a monk control the degree?

Fortunately, after a few days of relaxation, he sat cross-legged in the middle of the night to condense his spirit, and then danced the sword until dawn, at this time his mind was already firm, as sharp as a sword, full of momentum, and there was no fear at all, as if he could tear apart all obstacles.

Nangong Fan didn't know that what he was studying was the method of transforming the dantian with sword intent, and how could a normal cultivator comprehend the sword intent just after the Xuan Realm?

Theoretically, only a sharp aura such as sword intent could be forcibly pierced without too many accidents. Dig early and enjoy it early, and then it will be the dantian to accommodate the spiritual power, and it will no longer be an expansion pool.

In this way, if it is really applied to the dantian early, its strength of the same level can be imagined, at least in terms of quantity alone, it can crush many of the same level. The same thing is that each step of the way is much slower than the average person.

This is in exchange for time for invincibility of the same tier.

Nangong Fan's divine thoughts finally sensed a little law between the wriggling of the pool, and the spiritual power that had been prepared for a long time, with two or three drops of liquid as the core, almost fused into one, forming a huge divine sword in the dantian.

The sword intent roared in the body of the spiritual power divine sword, and it seemed that even the dantian had to be completely pierced by this sharp aura.

The divine sword turned slightly, straight to the weak point that Gong Fan Shennian had discovered, retreated slightly, rolled up the wind and waves in the void, and stabbed it fiercely.

"Boom!"

Nangong Fan felt that his dantian seemed to explode under this sword, his whole head buzzed, and his mind slowly fell silent. The body sitting cross-legged smashed to the ground with a "bang".

Nangong Fan fainted and seemed to hear the sound of clicking one after another.

He left a thought hovering in the sea of knowledge.

"It can't be a mess, right?"