At this time, Huang Cong had been wandering among the flower trees for more than two hours, and still did not take half a step out of the same place, and just when he was about to give up, the leaves of a flower tree above his head suddenly fell down.

At this moment, it was as if he felt that everything had stopped working, and only the leaves were fluttering. In a trance, he felt something, as if he didn't feel anything, and an indescribable feeling came to his heart.

"One flower, one world, one leaf and one Bodhi?" Huang Cong's face lacked a hint of astringency, it was difficult for him to seriously understand this kind of truth, after all, he was not a saint, just a martial artist.

The leaves on the ground seemed so real, the space around him had not changed anything, he looked at the ground of the fallen leaves, took a few steps back, the leaves did not change at all, and he was still in front of him. He moved a distance to the left, still not changing.

Suddenly, a thought kept flickering in his mind, and he slowly ran forward in the direction of the leaf as a distance point, the leaf did not change, but his position was constantly changing, and before he knew it, he had stepped through the range of the flower tree and reached a clearing.

He didn't take his eyes off the fallen leaf from beginning to end, but he walked out of this strange formation in this situation. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a hint of self-sneer again: "Is it that simple?"

"Maybe it's complicated that I think!" Huang Cong closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to anything around him, in this case, he gradually entered a state of meditation, and there were bursts of brilliance on his body, and the halo like water waves was constantly spreading outward, and the light under the positive piece was full of faint brilliance.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the fatigue of the previous series of battles was swept away, and then he felt that the infinite vitality was restored, and he knew that part of it was due to staying at the bottom of the Lingmai.

Although he experienced a lot of setbacks when he just returned to Jianzhou, it also sounded the alarm again for his unpeaceful life. A world where martial artists are respected, for cultivators. There is no respite at all, and if you want to improve your cultivation quickly in the future, you can't cultivate step by step.

At this moment, he raised his hand slightly, and a cold aura quickly gathered between his fingers. Then it rushed towards one of the flower trees, but in an instant, a large hole was punched out of the trunk. He was shocked, and it seemed that his strength was a little too heavy. Then he took a deep breath and shot again.

This time he aimed at another flower tree, and the icy breath came out. At the bottom of the pitch-black Lingmai, the icy ice qi was connected between the flower tree and his arm, and as the arm continued to shake, sawdust flew, and the two words on the trunk also took shape: Ling'er.

Huang Cong was ecstatic, after experiencing this series of life and death battles, his gains were really not small, combined with the epiphany just now, his mind was also more clear. In the past, if I had carved words on the trunk of the tree with this cold breath, I am afraid that the trunk would have been pierced long ago, and I would have entered the brief moment just now. But he was able to send and receive from his heart, and the sword qi that came out of his body was like his own arm, and he was so powerful.

After a long time, he calmed down, and began to meditate on the feeling that Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect was always a little bit closer, and at this moment his heart was quiet, thinking about the cultivation of the physique, using his own body as a carrier, gathering, bearing, and manipulating the power of himself or the outside world, breaking through the exhaustion of the body, and realizing self-sublimation

But the more you understand it in this way, the more you understand it according to normal thinking. His mind gradually became more and more blurred from Qingming, because he felt that the missing artistic conception of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect seemed to have nothing to do with this, and as time passed, he closed his eyes again. It's going on and on in my head.

The next day, the sun was three poles, and the light of the scorching sun shone through Lingmai and shone on Huang Cong's forehead, and he finally opened his eyes, but there was a really lost expression on his face. No matter how you go for it. He couldn't feel the faint emotion, the only thing he could feel was that the artistic conception was hidden in his heart, but he didn't know how to comprehend it.

Looking at the time, Huang Cong was ready to go back, since he came back, he hadn't had a good time with Erniu, his injuries were healed at the moment, and he was eager in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly found that the leaf that fell to the ground yesterday was gone, and then his back instantly lacked a chill, not shocked by the strange imagination in front of him, but shocked by an inexplicable law in the world.

How powerful his spiritual power is, even if he closes his eyes, he can see the qiē around him clearly, and the leaf is so close to his position, not to mention that there is no wind under the spiritual vein at all, except for the self-disappearance of his leaves, there is only one possibility, that is, the qiē he saw yesterday is an illusion, but this illusion is indeed real, but at a certain moment it was erased by an invisible rule in the world.

"From nothing, from nothing to nothing?" Huang Cong kept chanting this sentence, his heart was already surging, and his expression became more and more excited. In this case, he suddenly focused his gaze on a flower tree next to him, and with the movement of his thoughts, the flower tree's torso instantly shattered into a large hole.

"That's right!" Huang Cong's heart was overjoyed, he finally understood the artistic conception that Ten Thousand Swords Guizong lacked, that was the sword intent, from the moment he stepped into the three thousand steps, he felt it, even if the ten thousand sword qi in the air did not fall, he would feel as if his body had been penetrated by something, and that was the sword intent, an invisible lethality.

At this time, he was in a particularly good mood, and instantly jumped up, soaring in the air, he desperately wanted to share the good news with his brother Erniu. He had seen Xiao Batian's sword intent before, and at this moment he comprehended the sword intent, even in the face of the masters of the older generation, he would not be so wolfy, and even had a certain counterattack strength.

The Infinite Sword Sect was still in a hurry, although the Sword Sect spent a lot of money to invite countless people from the bottom of the mountain to repair the courtyard, but a few days passed, and only a small half of it was restored, and due to the lack of manpower, many disciples with low strength also participated in the reconstruction work.

Seeing this, Huang Cong's face showed a trace of anger, the Sword Sect is where everyone practices martial arts, why should some people with poor strength have to work? But after thinking about it, the Sword Sect became like this, and then a trace of an embarrassed smile appeared on his face, and he moved two bricks casually, and looked for the trace of Erniu.

An hour later, Huang Cong returned to the same place in frustration, at this time Yang Zong and Zhang Xiong happened to pass by, and when they saw Huang Cong, they instantly walked around the road, but how did their small movements escape Huang Cong's eyes.

"Where are you two going, what about Erniu?" Huang Cong said in a deep voice.

"Erniu, Erniu," Yang Zong stammered.

Huang Cong instantly sensed that there was something wrong with it, and said sharply: "Where did Erniu go?"

Yang Zong glanced at Zhang Xiong helplessly at this time, and then trembled and took out a letter from his arms and handed it over. (To be continued.) )