"Shu Ancestor will definitely always be guarding the blood pool, with my current martial arts cultivation, even if I rush out, it will not be its opponent. ”

"Since that's the case, let's cultivate first and improve your strength. When my spiritual power has been raised to the forty-second level, it will not be too late to go out. ”

Zhang Ruochen sat at the bottom of the blood pool, a layer of spatial barrier, pushing the blood water away, forming a small spherical space.

Placing the Qiankun Shenmu diagram on the ground, Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hands and slowly unfolded the scroll.

The world on the scroll is vast and vast, the mountains are wonderful, the rivers are rushing, and every flower and grass seems to contain infinite spirituality.

In particular, the tree that connects the heavens is vividly delineated, and the strokes are tactful, which is not only majestic, but also gives people a simple artistic conception of vicissitudes.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out a palm and pressed it on the top of the picture scroll, injecting the true qi in his body into it endlessly.

"Wow-"

Gradually, on the scroll, some of the brushstrokes were activated by the True Qi, emitting a dazzling light.

Those rays of light stabbed Zhang Ruochen's eyes painfully, like a lightsaber flying up, stabbing Zhang Ruochen's eyeballs.

As a last resort, Zhang Ruochen had to close his eyes temporarily.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the scene around him had changed drastically.

At this moment, he stood at the bottom of a straight and steep black peak, and compared to that peak, his body seemed incomparably small, like a speck of dust.

No, that's not a black mountain.

It was a ...... The trunk of a huge ancient tree.

The ancient tree is so thick that at a glance, it looks like a mountain peak, completely blocking people's view.

Zhang Ruochen looked up.

I didn't know how tall the ancient tree was, and the trunk passed through the clouds, and only some thick branches and huge leaves were visible from the clouds.

A leaf, like a cyan boat floating in the sky, if it falls, I am afraid it will be able to cover a hill.

The whole world is filled with a rich aura.

"Could it be...... Could it be that this is the legendary Heavenly Divine Tree?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Suddenly, a sense of sleepiness came, Zhang Ruochen only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, his body was weak, he sat under the tree, half of his body leaned on the trunk, and fell asleep.

In his sleep, Zhang Ruochen heard an old voice: "Heaven and earth are together, and all things are born...... Yin and Yang are connected, and the seasons change...... The sun and the moon intersect, and the sun and the sun are reincarnated......"

"Who's talking?"

Zhang Ruochen tried hard to open his eyes, and his vision gradually became clear, only to see an old man not far away, practicing swordsmanship.

In his mouth, he was chanting something.

However, Zhang Ruochen couldn't see the old man's true body clearly.

The old man's body was like a phantom, sometimes condensed, sometimes dissipated, and even the voice was intermittent, making it difficult for people to hear clearly, what was he talking about?

After a whole day of observation, Zhang Ruochen found that the old man's body and swordsmanship were extremely subtle, as if he was using a sword to tell a great truth between heaven and earth.

That truth, which is related to "time", should be talking about the source of time.

A moment, a moment, a moment, a day, a month, a season, a year, a jiazi, a yuanhui.

It's like the origin of space: Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to two yi, two yi gives birth to four elephants, and four elephants give birth to gossip.

The origin of time is also from nothing: eight quarters in an instant, twelve hours in eight quarters, three hundred and sixty-five weeks in twelve hours, and then twelve months, four seasons, flowing years, Jiazi, and Yuanhui.

The nine scales of time: instant, moment, hour, day, month, quarter, year, Jiazi, and Yuanhui.

At this time, the swordsmanship practiced by the old man seemed to be the birth process of time. Every move, every style is full of mystery, giving people a sense of breadth and profundity, vastness and infinity.

"If you want to cultivate the Sword of Time, you must first capture the Mark of Time. A mark is a moment. ”

The old man chanted as he stepped on his footwork and swung his sword.

However, his sword had no shadow, like a light, and it was frighteningly fast.

"The first sword of the Sword of Time, there is no trace in an instant. ”

"The second sword of the sword of time, the scale changes eight. ”

......

"The fourth sword of the sword of time, Zhou Tian is reincarnated. ”

......

"The sixth sword of the sword of time, the four seasons alternate. ”

"The seventh sword of the sword of time, the light of the passing years. ”

Zhang Ruochen's eyes widened vigorously, but he only saw the first sword of the time sword technique, "Instant Traceless", and the seemingly traceless sword technique could still see some clues.

The swordsmanship behind is simply unpredictable, containing infinite heavenly dao rules, and Zhang Ruochen's scalp is about to explode, but he can't see anything.

Those swordsmanship techniques are too mysterious, if Zhang Ruochen forcibly studies them, I am afraid that his mental power will collapse.

In the final analysis, Zhang Ruochen's mental power is too weak.

Since this is the case, let's cultivate the first sword of the Sword of Time first, and there will be no trace in an instant.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to summon the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, but found that his hands were empty, let alone the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, and he didn't even have a storage ring.

Since there is no sword in the hand, the hand is the sword.

Zhang Ruochen's index finger and middle finger were together, he straightened his arm, and according to the old man's technique, he performed swordsmanship while stepping on his feet.

After practicing for nine days, Zhang Ruochen didn't know how many swords he had cast, how many times he had practiced, and he had learned the old man's steps and sword moves to a vivid realm.

In the realm of swordsmanship, Zhang Ruochen felt that he had improved a lot. However, he still did not show the essence of "no trace in an instant", but only learned the sword moves on the surface.

Because, when he slashed out with a sword, there were still marks, and he did not reach the realm of no traces.

"With my current kendo realm, I'm afraid I've reached the middle level of sword heart, and I can't even learn a single sword technique?"

Zhang Ruochen stopped, feeling quite distressed in his heart, feeling a little confused.

At this moment, the old man's voice sounded again: "If you want to cultivate the Sword of Time, you must first capture the mark of time." A mark is a moment. ”

"A mark is a moment. ”

Zhang Ruochen said a sentence to himself, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had realized something.

According to the records of the "Secret Book of Time and Space", space has space inscriptions, and time has time imprints.

The space inscriptions can be stacked into an independent space world.

A series of time imprints can converge into a long river of time.

"I see! The first sword of the Sword of Time, Momentless and Traceless, refers to the 'moment' in the comprehension time scale. ”

"What is a moment? A time mark is a moment. ”

"Only by capturing a time mark and integrating it into the sword technique can you truly display the moment without a trace. ”

Where is the imprint of time?

Time imprints are everywhere, and the key is whether you can control them and use them for your own use.

Zhang Ruochen stopped, closed his eyes, and began to recall the description of the "Time Imprint" in the "Secret Archive of Time and Space".

......

If someone sneaks into the bottom of the blood pool at this time, they will see that Zhang Ruochen is sitting in a circle of air covers, with his eyes closed, one of his hands pressed on a picture scroll, and the other hand is holding the sword technique, constantly gesturing.

His brow, sometimes stretched, sometimes furrowed.

Just as he comprehended the sword technique, above his head, a martial spirit rushed out and was suspended in the blood water.

That martial soul was very sacred, like a divine shadow, actually absorbing the sacrificial power in the blood pool.

It is the "False God Body" that Zhang Ruochen has successfully cultivated for a long time.

The body of a false god can make the martial soul transform into a false god, absorb the power of sacrifice, and transform it into its own cultivation.

It's just that at this time, Zhang Ruochen spent all his energy on comprehending sword moves, and he didn't know that the martial soul felt the power of the sacrifice and automatically flew out of his body to absorb that power.

The power of sacrifice entered the martial soul, and then transferred from the martial soul to the body, turning into a huge true qi, which was running rapidly in the meridians.

"Boom!"

Driven by the power of sacrifice, Zhang Ruochen's martial arts realm improved rapidly, and he soon broke through the realm and broke through to the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Extreme Realm.

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