"Boom!"

The stone gate closed, isolating Ye Changsheng from the outside world.

The light of the top wall lit up layer by layer, and passed into the distance layer by layer, and a vast underground world was displayed layer by layer.

Tall wooden frames, arranged in rows and backwards, neat and boundless.

The long swords hanging on the wooden frame were densely packed, flashing with fine light, converging into a vast sea of light.

Ye Changsheng stood in front of the sea of light, with a wide sword curtain in front of him, and his heart was shocked!

He had long heard that the underground sword hiding room of the Alchemist Guild was huge, but he didn't expect it to be so large.

For more than 600 years, all the swords collected by the Alchemist Guild were stored here.

They include bronze and iron swords from antiquity, alloy swords and steel swords from modern times, as well as special spar swords and wooden swords.

They range from murderous swords to swords worn in different roles.

The lowest level of them is only at the lower grade of the Trial level, the highest is the middle grade of the Legendary level, and there are many ancient swords that cannot be rated because of their age.

They were collected here not only to highlight the depth of the Alchemist's Guild, but also to have a more practical purpose.

The casting techniques and design concepts of many famous swords will be studied and imitated by refiners.

There are also swords that are given as gifts and rewards to others.

And their more use is that they are smelted into metal by alchemists to extract the rare elements in the sword.

If Ye Changsheng was a month late, at least one percent of the long swords in the secret room would be ruthlessly melted into metal or scrap.

Ye Changsheng's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he walked forward and walked into this vast sea of light.

A powerful yin aura rushed to his face, making Ye Changsheng's heart beat wildly.

The Demon Heart Sword inserted in his heart trembled uncontrollably, as if he couldn't wait to absorb all these evil qi.

Walking into the sea of light is like walking into an endless canyon.

Tens of thousands of long swords, their edges were everywhere, converging into an incomparably powerful oppressive force, exerted on Ye Changsheng's body.

In the center of the sword world, Ye Changsheng stopped, took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and turned into a stationary coordinate.

Open the cork, take out a milky white Tongmai Dan, and feed it to your mouth.

Changsheng's eyes drooped, and he shouted softly: "Suck!"

A furious aura roared, forming a black storm in his chest, rumbling and circling.

The refining chapter of the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula", the "Secret Record of the Floating Tu" was activated, and the swirling evil qi was transformed into pure vitality in an instant.

Part of it flows into the air sea space, and part of it flows through the whole body.

In a moment, Ye Changsheng was filled with pure and powerful vitality, and his entire body seemed to be about to explode.

The medicinal properties of the Tongqi Pill were also completely activated at this moment, pulling the vitality and coiling in the acupuncture points, forming a rapidly circling whirlpool.

Ye Changsheng's whole body swelled, his meridians were almost stretched open, and he shouted in a low voice: "Open!"

Bang, bang, bang......

The powerful vitality hovered out of the acupuncture points at the same time, and almost in an instant, the six orifices opened together!

As if the cork had been removed, the remnants of the vitality roared out from the open acupoint, making a short but rapid popping sound.

"Open!"

Six more explosions, and six more holes were washed open.

"Open!"

"Open!"

......

In just two hours, Ye Changsheng opened thirty-two acupuncture points!

Almost at the same time, the furious vitality surged violently in the space of the sea of qi.

In the mist, a huge lotus flower swayed, and seventy-two petals shimmered with bewitching light.

Above the floating lotus, the seventh-level floating slaughter stood, surrounded by misty light and mist.

The emptiness is the same, and the defilement becomes enlightenment.

The magic light flows, and the floating slaughter is not extinguished.

The light of the Buddha began to brighten, making the whole Buddha mysterious and clear.

The light gathered by the first-level floating slaughter is transmitted from the inside to the outside, showing a glass-like texture.

As the acupuncture point was continuously opened, the halo of the light transmitted by the first-level floating slaughter was also quietly increasing, and the circle of light reflected on the petals expanded outward layer by layer.

Enlightenment rose in the heart of the immortal, and it seemed that opening the acupuncture points and the cultivation of the first-level floating slaughter were complementary to each other.

Probably when he opened the three hundred and sixty-one acupuncture points, the halo of the first-level floating slaughter would envelop all the petals of the lotus flower.

A day passed, one hundred and twenty-eight acupuncture points opened, and Ye Changsheng slowly stopped.

Opening more than a hundred acupuncture points one after another has already overwhelmed him.

He had to fully adapt to the realm he had previously ascended before he could continue to cultivate.

Standing up, Ye Changsheng used his energy to absorb the stains on his body, and walked towards a row of sword stands.

Hidden in the depths of the sea of swords, his mind moved, and the whole person disappeared in place.

In the three-zhang space of "Jiluo Realm", Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged.

Mysterious and peaceful, he forgot about everything in a moment and entered the ethereal realm.

Nine days in the Jara realm, but one day in the outside world.

Ye Changsheng had a smooth rhyme, his body and mind were harmonious, and he got up suddenly.

"Khooth!"

The immortal sword came out of its sheath, and a ray of brilliance smeared on the blade.

The elegant sword moves of the prefecture-level martial art "Izumo Nine Swords" unfolded slowly and incomparably.

Ninety-nine-eighty-one style, after the cast, Ye Changsheng began again and again, and the speed of the sword gradually accelerated.

Any swordsmanship is inseparable from strength.

Without strength, it is like a tree without roots.

With strength, there is the transformation and cohesion of sword moves.

With strength, you can continue to practice and experience the charm of swordsmanship.

Only with the support of strength can a set of swordsmanship be possible and finally be harmonious.

At this time, the swordsmanship seems to have no power, but in fact, it is based on the perception of strength.

The so-called big profit is actually this realm, and the so-called return to the basics is like this.

Ye Changsheng repeated the sword technique over and over again, and the connection between the sword moves became more and more fluent.

With the support of strength, many difficult changes have also been realized.

Naturally, the ethereal and light charm that he had longed for for a long time began to manifest.

Almost at the same time, Ye Changsheng's steps also became lighter, and with his swordsmanship, he seemed to be imaginative.

Figure, pace, swordsmanship, strength, began to unify.

The sword intent in the swordsmanship was born from the ethereal nothingness, and gradually converged into a vague outline.

"Izumo Nine Swords", the thousandth eight-hundredth time!

Ye Changsheng stopped, sweating profusely, his eyes flashing with joy.

After ten days of penance, he finally sensed the existence of sword intent!

Twenty days in the Jara realm, two days in the outside world.

Ye Changshang thought about it and reappeared in the underground sword room, in a corner of the sword sea.

Coming to the center of the Sword Sea again, Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged and shouted, "Suck!"