More than ten days passed, Jiang Zhan was unaware of the passage of time, he was immersed in his eyebrows, racking his brains in front of the white jade stele, but there was no progress at all.

At this time, he gradually began to believe the words that the woman in white said before, and his talent seemed to be really not worth mentioning in front of a strong person of this level.

Damn it.

Jiang Zhan was unwilling in his heart, but he had to face up to this problem, and he had no way to comprehend the artistic conception engraved on the white jade stele.

If it goes on like this, it won't work!

Slowly retracting his gaze from the white jade stele, Jiang Zhan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm down with a somewhat impatient mentality.

The continuous attempts in the past ten days have ended in failure, which is also a lot of consumption for Jiang Zhan's spirit, and he needs time to rest to recover his damaged spirit.

While resting, Jiang Zhan's gaze inadvertently fell on the blood sword in the sea of knowledge, and the blood sword stood quietly suspended in mid-air, surrounded by blood-colored mist.

Through the white jade stele, you can communicate with the blood sword, and truly use the power of the blood sword......

Jiang Zhan recalled the words of the woman in white before, and his heart suddenly moved.

Since I can't communicate with the Blood Sword through the White Jade Tablet now, can I go through the Blood Sword and communicate with the White Jade Tablet upside down?

After all, the blood sword has been in the body for a while, and it will not ignore itself at all like this white jade stele.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhan suddenly stood up, and the true yuan of his body began to swell, and in the next moment, as his mind turned, a faint layer of blood-colored mist began to appear around his body, and after a while, these blood-colored mist gradually condensed, covering almost the entire range of the old temple and Buddhist hall.

Jiang Zhan didn't notice that as the blood-colored mist around him spread, the bronze ancient Buddha in the Buddha hall seemed to have a fierce light flashing in his eyes, not only that, but behind the bronze ancient Buddha, the corpse of the god who was nailed to the wall also shook slightly.

These beings seem to be sensitive to the breath of the blood-colored mist.

"Open!"

Jiang Zhan let out a low snort, and in front of him, in the middle of the blood-colored mist, a blood-colored giant sword gradually took shape.

The true element in his body was passing rapidly, Jiang Zhan didn't dare to delay time, his consciousness fused to the surface of the blood-colored giant sword, controlling the blood-colored energy, and surging towards his eyebrows.

There was a tingling pain, and bright red blood flowed out, and Jiang Zhan was unconscious, still controlling the sharp blood-colored blade to stab deep in the center of his eyebrows.

Clang!

There was a crisp sound, and when the blood-colored sword blade touched the white jade stele, there was a sound of gold and iron resonating, and the white jade stele suddenly shone brightly, and the golden carved image on it came to life and began to move and twist on the stele.

There's a play!

Jiang Zhan's heart moved, the blood-colored sword blade suddenly disappeared, and the "potential" around his body was also put away by him, with his current cultivation realm, he couldn't control his potential for a long time, and he couldn't afford to consume it.

Taking advantage of the fact that the white jade stele was activated by the blood sword, he quickly immersed his mind into the depths of his eyebrows, stood on the front of the white jade stele, and carefully watched the changes in the white jade stele.

And this time, he really realized something, and vaguely saw that on the white jade stele, these carvings were like living things, beginning to constantly combine and twist, like a person's lines, constantly doing various awkward postures and movements.

It's a pity that the changes on the white jade stele, the duration, are not very long, and before Jiang Zhan can really see the lines of this human figure clearly, what is he doing, the white jade stele has already returned to normal, and the carvings on it have been obscured again, turning into lines and symbols. Just love

Jiang Zhan licked his tongue, not disappointed by this, but excited in his heart.

These changes in the white jade stele were enough to show that his previous idea was feasible, and he could comprehend the true meaning contained in the white jade stele through the blood-colored giant sword.

However, this approach is not without its drawbacks.

The consumption of "potential" for Jiang Zhan's body is too great, not only the true yuan in the body, but also Jiang Zhan's essence and spirit will also be consumed, and there is no way to continue to sacrifice "potential" in a short period of time.

However, Jiang Zhan has been sitting here for more than ten days, and there is no progress at all, and at this moment, through this way, there is obviously hope that he can succeed, so he doesn't feel that it is too troublesome, and begins to meditate and rest, striving to restore his state to the peak in the shortest possible time.

After sitting for a day and a night, Jiang Zhan's damaged spirit and true yuan were once again full.

"Open!"

Jiang Zhan did not hesitate at all, and directly sacrificed his "potential", as before, once again controlled the blood tenacity and pierced the center of his eyebrows, and the piercing pain came, but Jiang Zhan didn't even frown, as if his body was not his own.

Clang!

There was another crisp sound, and the white jade stele was successfully activated again, and the carved dragon and phoenix on it began to move.

With the first experience, Jiang Zhan directly put away the "potential", quickly immersed his mind in the center of his eyebrows, observed the little changes on the white jade stele, and wrote down these changes with his heart.

It didn't take long for the white jade stele to fall silent, and only Jiang Zhan was still savoring the changes in Fang Cai.

In this way, Jiang Zhan continued to rest and recover his spirit and true yuan, and then kept touching the white jade stele at the center of his eyebrows with his blood sword, and so on and so on, and the time of a month passed quickly.

Jiang Zhan's eyebrows were already blurred with flesh and blood, and he continued to stab straight again and again, even with Jiang Zhan's recovery ability, the recovery speed became slower in the back.

Of course, the hardships of the past month have not been in vain, and Jiang Zhan has now roughly understood the secret on the white jade stele.

On the white jade stele, there is a set of mysterious ancient martial arts, called the Ancient Seven Styles!

However, the mysteries of martial arts on the white jade stele are only three styles, and it is obvious that the white jade stele is not a complete ancient seven styles.

With Jiang Zhan's realm and understanding of martial arts, at this moment, he can only have an understanding of the first style, the sword control style!

Jiang Zhan's eyes were tightly closed, but his hands were quickly sealed, and his right palm showed a slight claw grip posture, following the sword-like method, his mind quickly swept to the blood-colored giant sword in the sea of knowledge.

"Up!"

Jiang Zhan shouted in a low voice, and his right hand reached forward directly into the air and shook it fiercely, as if he was about to hold a real sword.

Airplanes!

The blood-colored greatsword trembled and responded to the sword-wielding seal, but it quickly fell silent again, completely ignoring Jiang Zhan's summons.

Damn guy......

Through the special magic seal induction, Jiang Zhan clearly sensed the contempt and disdain of the blood-colored giant sword for him this time, which was not an illusion.