After sitting upright for a while, he picked up a branch from the ground and held it in his hand and gestured carefully, but no matter how he practiced, there was always a certain difference from what he saw on the top of the three thousand steps, as if something was missing, but he couldn't feel it.

It can be said that at this moment, Huang Cong is undoubtedly the strongest means of attack in addition to the two palm techniques of 'annihilation', so he desperately hopes to comprehend its essence, although in the battle with Dongfang Hongshuo, he has obviously been in a wonderful state several times, looking at that situation, he has not grasped at all, so that now he always feels that something is missing.

After a slow time, he closed his eyes and blurted out, "Charm!"

As the sun set, Huang Cong was still holding a small stick in his hand and thinking, as his figure gradually blurred, the sun had completely sunk into the side of the mountain, and then the night slowly came.

A breeze blew and the low infusion made a rattling sound, and some of the small animals foraging for food at night were moving, and these small animals did not even notice that there was a young man standing in the uneven clearing, and in their eyes, the standing human seemed to have already merged with the surrounding space.

The bright full moon hung high in the sky, with the arrival of late night, Huang Cong's brows finally moved, he opened his eyes suddenly, and then his body shook, and the small stick in his hand danced so wanton and chic, as if it was a graceful dance, and suddenly, the surrounding space was also shaking, as if it was cooperating with this rhythm.

After a few breaths, Huang Cong stopped again, shook his head constantly, and said, "No, no, what is missing, why can't I always capture that moment of emotion?"

After saying that, he changed to another artistic conception and danced the small stick in his hand, which no longer had any grace at the moment, and it was completely a domineering posture. The air around him was pulled by the power contained in the stick, as if the air would be cut through by the violence.

After this state lasted for an hour, Huang Cong shook his head again and said, "No, no, no, it's still not right." What is missing, what have I forgotten, why can't I always feel that kind of artistic conception buried in my mind?"

"Could it be that my speed is not fast enough?" Thinking of this, he urged him to take a step away with all his strength to assist his sword technique, under this extreme speed. His entire body seemed to disappear into the air, and with each swing of the stick, the space around him twisted, and when his afterimage streaked by, his real body was already ten feet away.

But after a while, the small stick in his hand could no longer withstand the friction with the air, and directly exploded in the air and turned into countless sawdust, at this moment, Huang Cong's eyes were full of loss, he still did not grasp the necessary essence after all, he knew that if the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong could comprehend this mystery. It will definitely go to the next level, even if it encounters an opponent of the Quasi-Martial King Great Perfection realm again, it can be calmly opposed.

After thinking for a while and not getting an answer, he didn't continue to pursue, everything in the world in addition to his own efforts, more rely on chance, if the opportunity comes, it is his own will eventually understand, if the opportunity is not reached, even if he deliberately pursues. Maybe in the end, it's a useless exercise.

At this time, he had already decided to go down to the bottom of the spiritual vein to see the opportunity, after all, Liu Han had said that there must be an extraordinary creation in it. Then he carefully climbed on top of the cliff, moving down step by step, and when necessary, he also borrowed the volley step exercise to move his posture, after all, he didn't know how deep it was, and he tried to save his skills as much as possible.

After a third of the time of the pillar of incense, Huang Cong was already having some difficulty breathing. It's not that the environment underneath is bad, but that the aura below the spiritual veins is getting stronger and stronger, completely like the ripples on the surface of the water, and they have all been substantiated, even if Huang Cong keeps absorbing every pore, he can't absorb such a huge amount.

In desperation, he had to hold his breath first, first slowly convert the aura in his body into Yuan Li, and then absorb the second breath, in this case, he descended for a while, and at this time, a small pebble on the cliff next to him seemed to be shocked by him and fell, and then there was a crisp echo.

Huang Cong knew that he was not far from the bottom, when even the ability to fly in the air quickly decreased, and when he fell to the bottom, he was instantly stunned, countless flowers and trees had turned this place into a sea of flowers, and it was still blooming so brilliantly under this dark earth.

Huang Cong used his spiritual power, and instantly understood that every flower tree was full of huge spiritual power, and the real source was the soil under the flower tree, but in an instant he was confused again, even if these soils were very special, it was impossible to guarantee that all spiritual power was here, after all, spiritual power was an invisible substance, and he could penetrate anywhere.

But after a few moments, he was relieved again, because the sides of these flower trees were surrounded by a stone altar cut from a five-colored stone, although Huang Cong couldn't understand what it was, but after observing it, he also roughly understood that this should be a formation, a formation that gathers spiritual power, and all the spiritual power is gathered here, so the entire Infinite Sword Sect will seem so vibrant.

At the same time, Huang Cong also sighed that it is no wonder that the places chosen by a major sect are some beautiful realms, presumably because of this, and if a sect wants to develop better in the future, it needs the disciples in them to grow up quickly, and aura is indispensable for every cultivator, the faster the speed of cultivation for a cultivator, the easier it is to break through the bottleneck, the same reason, in some barren areas, in the case of lack of vitality, the combat power of a sect will be greatly reduced。

Then he also understood why the spiritual veins of the Sword Sect were hidden here, because instead of dealing with a sect on the surface, it was better to cut off the cultivation root of this sect, so that a sect without the supply of spiritual energy would naturally be unjustly broken.

Thinking of this, Huang Cong showed a hint of a smile and said, "Can't you imagine that this old man Liu is still quite at ease with himself, but why did he ask me to come to this place?"

After looking around, he found that this place was a low valley, except for the surrounding flowers and trees, there was no road in other places, "Could it be that this old man asked me to come to enjoy the flowers?" Huang Cong smiled again.

Suddenly, a slow change was taking place beside him, and the flowers and trees were moving independently, Huang Cong's brows were deeply locked, although there was no such uneasiness in his heart, but in this kind of place where he did not see the light of day, he still defended himself in his heart.

But after a few moments, he didn't notice anything unusual except for the flower tree moving its position, but it made him seem a little overwhelmed.

"What the hell is this old man doing?" Huang Congdi scolded, and when he was about to climb the cliff, he found that the flowers and trees around his head were already shrouded, and he wanted to use brute force to break through these flower trees, but after thinking about it, these flowers and trees were all part of the spiritual veins after all, and if they were destroyed, it would definitely cause the Infinite Sword Sect to have abundant spiritual energy in the future, so he immediately gave up this plan. (To be continued.) )