The power of merit is a kind of energy of prayer, an energy of gratitude and kindness, and an energy of faith and hope.

But this kind of energy appeared in the Heavenly Sword Immortal Pool, and appeared in the sword power of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Dao.

When Zhou Yan looked at the past for the first time, he suddenly understood why the monks in the past couldn't cultivate and couldn't comprehend.

This kind of meritorious power cannot be comprehended without great kindness and detachment.

Zhou Yan faced this sword-shaped space and entered without hesitation.

He had the same feeling that he had recently entered the Sword Yuan Pool, the ancestral land of the Great Zhou family.

It's just that now things are already wrong, and in the Heavenly Sword Immortal Pool, there is more of a vast soup soup, an endless soul energy, and a kind of meritorious power that is full of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, and the stars of the universe.

......

The Heavenly Sword Immortal Pond is a real Immortal Pond.

Entering this place, Zhou Yan only felt that there was no place in his body that he was not breathing, breathing this pure and powerful soul energy, and an incomparably full change was taking place.

From the outside, if you are standing from the perspective of a master, you can see the outline of the space inside, as if a sword-shaped space has been carved out of the darkness.

But inside, that world is so big, so big that you can't feel anything about it.

It's as if this space has no scope at all.

Zhou Yan experienced the initial comfort and full experience in this space, and his heart gradually fell silent and settled.

He walked step by step in this space, allowing the dense soul energy to continue to pass through his body like a white cloud, allowing the spring water under his feet to flow like a clear spring under his knees, and allowing the warm power of merit in the sky to penetrate his body and escape like an empowerment from time to time.

A qiē, as if it has nothing to do with him.

This is a world without color, with fairy aura and white mist rising.

There is a clear spring water that almost reaches the knees under your feet, and the spring water has a powerful energy breath and soul energy fluctuations.

The sky was full of pure soul energy and endless merit power.

If he used the Devouring Technique here, Zhou Yan felt that he might be able to accumulate unimaginable energy reserves.

But what is very strange is that in the face of the endless power of merit, Zhou Yan is like facing countless innocent children, and he is not willing to use the devouring technique at all.

What he is unwilling to do, Zhou Yan will never force himself to do.

Even if the current environment may be very good for the improvement of combat power, since he doesn't want to, Zhou Yan treats this as a place to relax, a place to cleanse his soul, and does not use the devouring technique.

Zhou Yan walked silently all the way, forgetting the time.

In fact, such a place as in Jianyuan Pond will give people a feeling that time is meaningless.

It seems that here, all the pain, will no longer be painful.

All the troubles, and no more troubles.

This is the harbor of the soul and the place where the soul belongs.

Zhou Yan is like an ascetic, forgetting time, forgetting the truth, and forgetting himself.

He just walked forward step by step, without exerting his ability to eliminate his fatigue for himself, nor did he look back to see how far he had come.

Step by step, until he found himself very tired with his physique, he stopped.

When a person walks in water, the resistance of the water can give people a very scary feeling if they walk in the water for a long time.

In fact, the force of water blocking the way forward is always the same, and it is still people who really feel terrible.

Bear even a little bit of pressure for a long time, and in the end, this little bit of pressure may feel extremely heavy and unbearable.

This is a very simple truth, but many monks do not understand this truth at all.

When Zhou Yan was extremely tired, he realized that the resistance of this little bit of water could be so strong.

Water, there is no change, but blindly focusing on resistance can stop the pace of a strong person.

Zhou Yan looked at the clear spring under his feet, which was still no more than knee-deep, and suddenly looked up at the various soul qi and various meritorious powers in the void.

He suddenly had an inexplicable sense of detachment.

It's like, all of a sudden, I want to get out of my body and swim in this Heavenly Sword Immortal Pool with my soul.

As soon as this idea appeared, Zhou Yan immediately had an indescribable sense of impulse, as if he wanted to do it at any time.

But Zhou Yan still didn't do this, but deepened his perception of water little by little.

He sat down in the middle of this spring, and with his understanding of water, recited his own 'Ruoshui Sutra', forgetting time and self.

It wasn't until a certain moment that a large number of clear springs around him were inexplicably evaporated, forming a soul qi in the form of water vapor in the void, that Zhou Yan gradually woke up.

At that moment, the unrestrained power of the divine soul became stronger.

At that moment, Zhou Yan no longer suppressed the impulse of the divine soul, abandoned the physical body, and the divine soul seemed to be separated from the physical body and suddenly floated into the void.

Body, soul.

I can't describe how strong that change was.

But the world of the spirit and the world of the flesh are like hell and heaven.

The beautiful, immortal immortal pool, in the eyes of the gods, is a pool of blood, a hellish place.

The so-called spring water, in front of Zhou Yan's immortal-level divine soul level, manifested its true face - it was the soul liquid formed by the mixed soul qi after the soul bodies of countless monks were shattered.

This soul liquid, the divine souls of more than 10 billion monks, was shattered here and turned into soul energy.

The soul qi accumulated, and was suppressed and influenced by a powerful emperor qi sword dao and the power of merit, turning into pure soul liquid.

This kind of soul fluid cannot be absorbed.

It's like a small bowl can't hold the pound of a huge waterfall.

Therefore, fortunately, Zhou Yan did not perform the devouring technique, otherwise he would have exploded and died in an instant here.

Zhou Yan's divine soul, without a sense of weight, floated lightly in the void, flying in the void, allowing the terrifying death soul qi to continue to pass through his body.

Zhou Yan's divine soul subconsciously took a handful of soul energy, and the way of shape and meaning change was cast, turning the soul qi into soul liquid.

This time, it was a direct success, and there were no obstacles.

But Zhou Yan was still not happy, as soon as he let go, the soul qi flowed, and the life soul liquid naturally turned into the original soul qi, flowing away from the cracks in Zhou Yan's fingers.

Zhou Yan was stunned.

He floated and flew above this space, sensing at least a million powerful soul qi.

The quality of each soul qi seems to have far surpassed the soul qi quality of the Venerable, and it is an unknown peerless powerhouse.

Every soul qi is almost comparable to Xuanyuan Old Ancestor's soul qi Cheng dù.

But their soul qi was shattered and turned into a soul fountain here.

Zhou Yan couldn't imagine how terrible this pool of soul springs would be if it were not for the comfort of the power of merit, and if there was no suppression of the momentum of the emperor's sword, this pool of soul springs would be if it was transformed into a yin spirit and a fierce spirit.

Perhaps, it will be an immortal-level fierce spirit and a resentful spirit.

Zhou Yan felt a sense of pain in his heart, an indescribable sense of depression.

Different from the disappearance of all kinds of pain in the soul spring of the physical body, Zhou Yan's divine soul, in this space, has experienced all kinds of miserable, desolate, lonely, depressed, suffering, sorrowful and so on.

But it's not a negative vibe, because that's the real vibe.

It's just that the physical body can't sense it at all under the influence of the power of merit.

Zhou Yan floated all the way, and everything he saw and felt was so deep into his soul that it made people tremble.

But after traveling for a long time, he suddenly had an epiphany on a whim.

"That's not right - not only the power of merit, not only the resentment of the Emperor Sword Dao to suppress all souls, but also the way of heavenly chances, there is the spirit of luck!"

Zhou Yan suddenly had an epiphany, and then he opened the Nine Exquisite Demon Hearts, opened the Eye of Destruction, and looked at the past with the way of heaven and luck and fate that he had learned.

At that glance, Zhou Yanru directly broke through the void and saw a sword!

A golden sword suppressed in the abyss of endless darkness!

"Xuanyuan Sword!"

Zhou Yan's eyes were shocked, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately withdrew from this terrifying state.

But his heart was beating wildly.

"Here...... This is a space for the suppressed Xuanyuan Sword?Ten Thousand Souls Sword, Emperor Sword Dao - Emperor Qi Sword Body, Emperor Qi, Emperor Sword, Xuanyuan Sword ......"

Zhou Yan realized, his mind moved, and he directly sacrificed the Xuanyuan Sword.

At the same time, Zhou Yan directly controlled the Xuanyuan Sword with his divine soul, extracted the Xuanyuan Emperor Qi from the Xuanyuan Sword, and condensed a sword again with the Xuanyuan Emperor Qi.

This sword was formed, and this piece of heaven and earth trembled slightly.

Zhou Yan's expression was solemn, but he suddenly used the way of heaven to seize the power of heaven and enter this virtual Xuanyuan Emperor sword condensed by Emperor Xuanyuan's qi.

At the same time, Zhou Yan used the way of luck to condense the power of luck in this Xuanyuan Emperor sword.

Then, Zhou Yan made a grand wish to the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword with a kind of prayer, and said word by word with sincere emotion and absolute single-mindedness: "I, Zhou Yan, as the master of the Xuanyuan Sword, make a grand wish, gather the power of merit, and in the future, I am willing to find an ancestral home for the souls of Xianchi." If the heavens block it, it will cut off the heavens to prove the Dao heart, the earth will destroy the earth to prove its sincerity, and if the galaxy blocks it, it will swallow the galaxy to prove its will. ”

"I implore that the power of merit be blessed in the body and fit in the Tao, so as to solve the dilemma of the robbery of ten thousand immortals and the extinction of ten thousand Buddhas. ”

Zhou Yan spoke earnestly, with a heart of ambition and a state of prayer.

At first, the power of merit did not move.

But when Zhou Yan finished speaking, the merit power of this piece of Heavenly Sword Immortal Pool was all rioted.

Like a tsunami, like a ruined storm, like an endless calamity coming.

The peace has been broken, and the peace has ended.

The terrifying waves of soul qi began to roar, and the power of endless merit began to rush madly towards the Xuanyuan Sword that had gradually taken shape.

This space has obviously undergone unknown and terrifying changes.