The world is like a tree, the origin is the root that flows on the surface, and the mystery is the pillar root of the tree. www.biquge.info In other words, from the origin to the mystery, it is a supreme divine path that the world's strong man is stepping towards the core of the big tree, so it seems that the mystery should be the product of the origin and extending to the core of the big tree.

"What the old man just said is about the mystery, a superficial introduction!" The Confucian poet continued to speak, stroked his beard, and slowly raised his sleeves when Mehal was calm and waiting for the following, "Look at this wind, if a violent person grasps it, it is furious, but if a meek person grasps it, it is meek, and if a fiery person grasps it, it is irritable!"

Mehal nodded, indeed, everyone has their own mental characteristics, and the divine methods they cultivate are also diverse, and one thing, in the hands of tens of millions of people, it has thousands of changes.

"But there is only one change in the mysteries!" said the Confucian poet slowly.

A kind of astonishment rose in Mehal's heart, how could there be only one change in the mystery, and then he thought of something, and said loudly: "Is it that this one contains all the thousands of species?"

The Inclusion of the Mystery?Mahal pondered deeply, and had countless thoughts and puzzles.

"It's quite smart!" the Confucian poet nodded, looking at Mehal's puzzlement, "Once the mystery is comprehended, it will be the path of heaven and earth, just like your way of protecting the stars, and in the end it will become the mystery of the stars, and the will to protect will be integrated into it, becoming one of the thousands of changes!"

"The mystery of the stars?" said Mahal, looking at the Confucian poet, "Isn't it the mystery of the sword?"

In the face of such a mysterious person who explained the realm of great power, Maihal did not hide the doubts in his heart, and asked directly, what he understands now will be of great help to him in the future.

"Look!"

The Confucian poet didn't answer, but just pointed to the battle on the screen of the school.

"Shh

In the picture, the dazzling Gengjin sword qi in the sky, accompanied by the earth-shattering whistling sound, turned into a sharp peerless sword, tearing through the endless void darkness and shooting at the seven powers.

The seven chasing powers, unhurriedly, burst out with power to shatter the sword qi.

The attempt to attack was to delay and block the pursuit of the seven supreme powers, even if it was a breath and a half, it was enough to do a lot of things for the powers, and the result was obvious, it was not successful!

On the contrary, in the pursuit, he was swept by the waves from time to time, and sprinkled blood all over the sky.

The white-clothed figure like snow became more and more embarrassed, and he couldn't help but start staggering, and his speed was even slower, even if the pill he used, it was a drop in the bucket at this time, and it was not of much use.

Finally, as if sensing something, the peerless figure in white clothes like snow suddenly turned around, and the power of the sky that belonged to the main level of the Gai lineage radiated, and the green silk was like a waterfall, and the women did not let it.

"Rise to the sky!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a sharp and cold rebuke, the long sword pointed obliquely at the sky, and the light of Gengjin rushing into the sky involved the magnificent cave in all directions, reflecting a huge horizontal Gengjin sword shadow, which belonged to the sharp edge of the light of Gengjin, like a surging river, pouring into all directions, and once again displayed the sword killing technique.

Only this time, when this sword was in the air, there was a faint sound of the Great Dao around the sword light.

Even from a distant picture and distance, Maihal, who was sitting on top of the school, seemed to have heard some wonderful sound of the Great Dao, the mystery of mystery, and the mystery, as if he had seen a piece of the world on the sword.

"Her mystery!" said the Confucian poet softly.

"This is the seven-layer mystery, everyone, form a formation!"

On the screen, a shocking roar suddenly came out, coming from the mouth of a certain powerful person who was pursuing, and the sound waves shook the mountains and rivers, and the inside was full of extreme shock for the white-clothed figure.

I didn't expect the hand to be such an amazing trick!

"Boom!"

The seven supreme figures retreated frantically, and the monstrous coercive aura, with this low roar, suddenly condensed together, forming a large array of flashing fierce light, and all kinds of energy rushed to the sky.

It smashed and collided with the huge sword shadow that swirled around the endless Gengjin sword qi!

The terrifying loud sound that shattered the void time and space of the cave trembled, and the roar rolled up thousands of ways, covering the sky and the sun Gengjin sword qi, the same sword that was not put in the eyes of the seven powers, but at this time, it had to be dealt with solemnly.

"Has her sword ever been weaker than yours?" the Confucian poet asked.

Mahal stared at the picture, the figure in white clothes like snow, but extremely familiar, was silent for a while, one thing he had to admit, he had to admit that he had to live a simplified version of the sword qi of the sky, not inferior to him.

"Not weak!" replied McHal.

"It's not weak!" the Confucian poet nodded, pointing to a place where the pictures collided, "These are some of the appearances highlighted by the mysteries, you see, these are the mysteries of the sword that you are talking about?"

"It's not!"

Mahal was still directly answered.

"The sword is the first of a hundred soldiers!" the Confucian poet nodded and began to narrate his opinions, "If you can comprehend the mystery of the sword, the mystery is so powerful, I am afraid that it is the first place in the mystery!"

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, if you can comprehend the mystery of the attached sword, it is naturally the king of the mysteries, and its strength is no less than that of ordinary geniuses, and the difference between demons is extremely huge.

Often fighting in adversity is a demon, not a genius, who doesn't want to comprehend such a mystery?

Mahal's heart swayed, his eyes were condensed, and he knew that the next words of the Confucian poet at this time would definitely be earth-shattering, and even subvert all his previous observations!

"Comprehend the mystery of the sword, I am afraid that it is easy to break the common sense and fight against adversity!" the Confucian poet said slowly, looking at Mehal, "But have you ever thought that between heaven and earth, there is the mystery of the sword?"

Between heaven and earth, can there be the mystery of the sword?

In just nine words, it was earth-shattering, like a hurricane that was extremely violent, blowing through the heart, making the shocking waves in Mehal's heart, the beating heart, roaring and shaking, and the irrepressible shock appeared on his face.

"Heaven and earth evolved, when Hongmeng was first born, there was nothing between heaven and earth, only a barren land, and the legend of the four origins of earth, wind, water, and fire that make up heaven and earth, the four mysteries!" The Confucian poet ignored Mahal's shock and continued, "Since there are no living beings, where is the sword from? Since there is no sword? Where is the mystery of the sword?" (To be continued.) )