The background of the picture gradually became illusory, and the sound of thunder sounded several times, and then it became the boundless and magnificent scene of the ancient sword mound.

The Land of Death and the Ancient Sword Shrine, Qin Tian had seen it twice, the first time was before he was caught up the mountain by Scarface as bait, and the second time was when he first entered the special training class.

Both appearances, it brought about a mutation to itself.

The first two times, Qin Tian could barely breathe, but this time, he felt that although his breathing was very dignified, it was not as life-threatening as the previous two times.

Could it be that both of them used to adapt?

This time the Void Realm opened again, what did it come from?

Qin Tian tried his best to regulate his breathing and control the rhythm of qi and blood, he felt that his body was like turning over a river and turning the sea, and all his strength was drained away, and his dantian was filled with a strange aura, which was getting stronger and stronger, like a dammed lake, looking for a direction to break through.

Suddenly, all the breath spread out and divided into fourteen strands, attacking the twelve meridians and two veins of the body.

"Sudden ......"

A strange voice sounded inside me.

The 361 acupuncture points on the 12 Sutras were easily broken through.

Then, the body was suddenly ethereal, and the Ren pulse and the Du pulse were instantly opened, and the 48 meridian acupoints on the two veins also collapsed in an instant.

These strange breaths in the body, like entering a no-man's land, the body has become a vast ocean, and it can accommodate as many breaths as it comes.

"Three quenching pulses?"

Qin Tian was stunned.

The newly recruited freshmen of the Northwest Martial Arts Academy are rarely quenched once, and most of them are secondary, but it is just a matter of time.

But after three quenching pulses, there was none.

Most martial artists, after the second quenching of the veins, the meridians in the body have reached the limit, and they will not force it.

At the beginning, Qin Tian also thought that it was impossible for him to quench his veins three times.

Unexpectedly, after watching these portraits, the qi and blood converged into a torrent, and the three quenching pulses were easily completed, and the final shape was finalized.

Qin Tian immediately felt the strangeness of these patterns and lines, and immediately held his breath, silently waiting to see what other visions occurred.

Sure enough, the Ancient Sword Shrine in the Sea of Consciousness did not disappear quickly after appearing soon after it appeared like last time, and now, it quietly appeared in the Sea of Knowledge, as if waiting for something.

Qin Tian, who was in the sea of knowledge, also stood quietly, standing in a boundless desolate and boundless place full of boundless murderous aura.

Qin Tian was puzzled.

The place of death, the ancient sword mound, has appeared in the sea of his own knowledge, this is the memory of Emperor Long Luowu.

However, these two places are not quite like the Longluo Continent.

Could it be that Emperor Wu has been to a place unknown to people?

Where is this?

In the Void Realm, there seemed to be some wind, and at the end of the horizon, there seemed to be a white mist rising, faintly and indistinctly.

At this time, in the sea of Qin Tianzhi, the young dragon that had turned into a dragon form suddenly jumped up, its tail was erect, and the dragon head stared at the distance.

The dragon form transformed by the spirit of the dragon and leopard, during the fierce battle of the Corpse Cultivation Sect, when Qin Tian's soul was almost frozen by the soul fixing corpse, suddenly spewed out a ball of flames, dispelling all the soul fixing spells that had invaded his mind.

After that, it has been very quiet, either lying on its stomach in the sea of knowledge and sleeping lazily, or pacing back and forth in boredom.

Today, its expression was so nervous, what did it foresee?

At the moment when the dragon shape jumped up, countless white air currents suddenly jumped up from the distant horizon, coming like lightning, they all hit Qin Tian, but there was no sound, Qin Tian's body did not even shake at all.

However, in the depths of his eyes, countless tiny beads of blood condensed and turned into thousands of chains, which condensed into a formation under the staggered vertical and horizontal!

Suddenly, the phantoms of the surrounding scene shifted, changing endlessly, and the mountains and rivers in the distance receded, turning into a vast and empty land.

The dim sky pressed down, deep and boundless, and the whole heaven and earth extended to the infinite space, as if everything did not exist, and all of them were reduced to ruins, and the universe became all lonely.

The sound of poetry sounded again:

Countless sword powerhouses walked like thunder and rumbled.

"There is a mixture of things, and they are born from nature. Independence does not change, and the week does not die......"

The sound of the poem is like the mournful sound of the bell, as if it has traveled through infinite time and space, crossed the other side, and finally turned into a boundless storm, stirring up in this silent heaven and earth!

Hundreds of millions of sword souls, under that desolate ancient meaning, all trembled and made a clanging sound.

Eventually, all sounds subsided.

The Void Sword Shrine slowly opened.

There was an old man with a white beard, holding a sword in his right hand and carrying his back in his left hand, and walked out of the sword mound slowly.

Qin Tian was already completely shocked, he didn't expect that someone would actually be able to come out of the tomb, he tilted his head and looked at him.

Is it the Dragon Luowu Emperor himself?

Qin Tian had only seen the soul of Emperor Wu, but had never seen the true body.

"Hey, old uncle, you are Emperor Long Luowu, right?" Qin Tian asked in a trembling voice.

"It's not me who destroyed your soul, it's my innate spiritual power, you know that, right?"

The old man stared at him, looking at him with a creep.

"Okay, Uncle Martial Emperor, you want to take away me, you actually want to kill me, right? Don't be ghostly, weird and scary. If you have something to say, it's okay, just leave when you're old. ”

The old man raised his sword and challenged the void, and the souls of thousands of strong men danced for it.

Opposite him was a huge tree that had to be hugged by five or six people.

In the air, the sound of thunder sounded faintly, mixed with a clear voice:

"Each style of the "Beidou Sword Diagram" is ninety-nine eighty-one changes. ”

"The first form: the years. ”

Qin Tian was stunned, Emperor Wu was practicing the "Beidou Sword Diagram"? It turned out that before that, he needed to use the star map to open up the meridians of the whole body, and this was the exercise path diagram?

Sword diagram, a total of only six styles, only the first four styles have a name, but each style has nine hundred and eighty-one changes, compared to the world's swordsmanship, one style is less than ten changes, that is really complicated to the extreme.

He stared at Emperor Wu with all his attention.

He seems to be slow, but his moves are distinct, picking up swords, wiping swords, splitting swords, stabbing swords, cloud swords, hanging swords, point swords, breaking swords, picking swords, chopping swords, cutting swords, slashing swords, sweeping swords, flower foils, and swords, showing in front of Qin Tian in a strange way of moving swords.

Suddenly, Emperor Wu sped up his speed, and between the spins, the sword slashed into the air.

Two sword qi are entangled and rotated, one comes out from the Du vein, and the other rises from the Ren vein, sometimes merging the two into one, sometimes turning one into two, and thousands of people are born from the two.

The air was full of sword light.

The time of the whole world was stirred, the wind was howling, the sun and moon changed, the stars swayed, and time shone brightly on the tip of the sword, condensing several rays of the years of yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Qin Tian was shocked, it turned out that the sword could provoke time, time, and history!

This is where the name of the sword comes from: years!

Age, usually used to refer to time, especially the days of the past, is a historical period in which all people's emotions are carried, constituting the carrier of all things in the world, ups and downs.

And the first type of "Beidou Sword Diagram" "years", its exercise operation, is clearly the "Heavenly Dragon Jue" first type "dragon walking without taboo" exercise operation path.

It turns out that the "Heavenly Dragon Jue" I practiced before is the foundation of "Beidou Sword Diagram"!