Chen Ping's body floated on the surface of the sea.

The blood, the meridians, the skin, and even every corner of the hair, including the ancient tree mark on the right shoulder, were covered in pure gold.

The strange thing is that this golden light is obviously brilliant, but not a single ray of light shines into the water or air.

It was as if it was just a change in himself.

It has no connection with the surrounding environment.

The two fifth-order members of the high-altitude battle also couldn't see or feel Chen Ping's changes.

Yes, his body seems to have stood still in time, and has been completely stripped from the outside world.

……

"Huh!"

In the flesh, a trace of white light suddenly appeared visible to the naked eye.

This light is very soft and not dazzling, as if it fell from the sky, and it came inexplicably.

These white mangs first converged into Chen Ping's sea of knowledge.

When they found it empty, they exploded like ice sculptures.

Overlapping and covering all parts of the meridians.

In the end, all the white mangs converged on the dantian.

From the size of a grain of rice, it has become elusive and elusive.

At this moment, the gold beads are surrounded by layers of transparent hair.

They desperately pressed towards the gold beads, scrambling to be the first.

After a short while, more filaments of light squeezed in from all directions, almost filling the dantian space.

The gold bead is like a lonely boat in the deep sea waves, and it is weak.

But from beginning to end, the brilliance it exudes has not been drowned.

On the contrary, it directly ignores the filament of light more and more dazzlingly, following its own changes.

At the same time, within the space of the golden beads.

Above the gloomy head, there was a sudden white mang, and there was a harsh sound of "zizi".

When Chen Ping heard this, he immediately looked up.

"Xuansi Fayu!"

Immediately, his face turned pale, and his eyes showed a frightened expression.

What is the metaphor of the Silk Language?

The high-ranking monks knew everything.

This thing is the manifestation of the rules, the reward of feedback when you cross the great realm.

The metaphor of the silk can be used to strengthen the magic weapon, the physical body, or the spiritual power, which is wonderful.

What made Chen Ping frightened was that every time he succeeded in crossing the tribulation, he got only a trace of the Xuansi metaphor.

However, the filaments of light in front of me are almost endless!

If all these so-called "rule powers" are absorbed, will he be able to sit on the ground and soar?

Subsequently, Chen Ping was agitated and quickly dissipated this unrealistic extravagance.

Because he knew that the golden bead and the power of the rules of the cultivation world were very likely to be two opposing parties.

The first few times he first entered the Golden Pearl Space, he persevered in doing some research.

After the soul enters the golden bead, the physical body in the outside world will be "attacked" by the Xuansi metaphor.

But every time they invade, they will meet with stubborn resistance.

The golden bead prevents the penetration of the Xuansi metaphor, which means that it is consciously rejecting the laws of heaven and earth.

However, the light curtain recorded by the photo bead could not reflect this scene for long before it was all shattered.

The real complete process, Chen Ping does not know very well.

It's all his own speculation.

"I borrowed the golden bead to cultivate, violating the normal operation of the rules of heaven and earth, in short, my behavior is heretical in the eyes of the rules."

"Or is it that the gold bead itself makes the rules fearful, and every time I use it, it will attract the attack of the Xuan Silk Metaphor?"

"Or both?"

Based on his limited knowledge, Chen Ping scrutinized it over and over again.

The inheritance left behind in the cultivation world is very strange now.

The realm before the transformation of the gods, there are not many real records.

As for the true immortals and true spirits, there are also some news about chasing the wind and shadows.

Only the gods have been transformed into the true fairyland, and the records at the middle level are basically nowhere to be found.

The simplest analogy.

Chen Ping knew the Dao names and some of the lives of certain human race true immortals in the long river of history, but he didn't even know anything about the seventh realm of cultivating immortals.

This period of inheritance seems to be shrouded in a veil of mystery, and it has disappeared cleanly.

Of course, maybe he thinks too much.

"Boom!"

The trembling in his ears interrupted Chen Ping's temporary distraction.

Continue to look at the sky.

The metaphor of the silk is getting denser and denser, and there is a faint sense of destruction of black clouds crushing the city.

When this sense of depression acted on Chen Ping's soul, a faint blood-red cloud suddenly appeared.

This cloud was separated between the silk metaphor and the mid-air of the brown earth, and it changed shape hundreds of times in a single breath.

It seems to be a living drop of blood, and it is like a blood bead reunited.

Bursts of strange fluctuations shook the space, as if the forces of fire and water were silently clashing.

seems to be silent, but in fact, the sense of oppression brought by it has made Chen Ping dizzy and sour and unbearable.

He had no doubt that if he approached the two realms even half a step closer, the Divine Soul Villain would turn into nothingness.

After enduring thirty breaths, Chen Ping suddenly sobered up.

It turned out that the endless Xuansi metaphor had been forced back into the sky by the blood cloud.

Although it has not completely disappeared, it can no longer cause a negative deterrent to him.

"The rules of heaven and earth can't compete with the golden beads?"

Chen Ping's heart moved, and he was ecstatic.

He can be regarded as half of the "master" of this treasure.

Jin Zhu is powerful, and he is also honored.

"Get out!"

During this period, Chen Ping did not forget the dangers of the outside world, and kept reciting the mantra silently, wanting to become one with the physical body.

However, the previous move of being familiar with the road has completely failed.

"What should I do?"

Just as Chen Ping was in a hurry, an unpretentious gray shadow cleaved down from the blood cloud.

Where the gray shadow passed, the nearby void twisted.

The sea of clouds formed by the Xuansi metaphor was cut out of a strange crack like a moat.

A sword is born, and a sword falls.

In this sword, there seems to be the vicissitudes of life in the world, containing the subversion and destruction of the world.

"The sword momentum is the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the sword wielder, and the will of the sword cultivator."

"Unlike the spirit produced by the spirit sword, the sword power is an extension of the monk's person."

"I am resentful of killing, it is the sword of mighty energy, and when I draw my sword because of injustice, it is the sword of righteousness......"

"The sword qi of the third step of sword cultivation is divided into attributes, and when it comes to heaven and earth as a sword realm, this characteristic is nowhere to be seen."

For a while, Chen Ping, who was already in a state of epiphany, fell into three points.

As if in response to his self-questioning and self-answering, the originally static picture in the sky also changed and turned into a bright light.

Under the closer look, the light turned out to be composed of sharp swords, like a chaotic situation of its own space.

And although the mess is chaotic, it gives people a sense of mystery and mystery, and contains a certain kind of truth.

In addition, there was a gray sword shadow faintly erecting in the middle.

The shadow of the sword stood majestically, crisscrossing the chaos.

It is the true body of the sword that split the metaphor of the silk before.

Staring at the sword shadow, Chen Ping's eyes clarified, only to see him try to stretch out his right hand and make a move.

"Whoosh!"

The gray sword shadow actually went straight through the sky and was tightly held by Chen Ping.

This is not a true spirit sword.

But this thing has a life of its own!

In an instant, a thought uncontrollably floated in Chen Ping's heart.

At the same time, the countless peerless sword qi also surged towards him like crazy.

Chen Ping's soul has reached 120,000 zhang.

But after pinching the gray sword shadow, the consciousness of this strength actually gave birth to a feeling of drowsiness.

Irresistible!

He was sure he had a dream.

The dreams are long and bizarre.

In the boundless darkness, there is nothing.

His consciousness could not move, as if it had sunk into a thick black mud.

The only thing that was out of step with the world around it was a gray air current.

This flow was only the size of a thumb, and it almost ignored it.

In this space, which seems to be static, the passage of time has no meaning.

I don't know how long it took, but the gray air in the center of the world began to grow little by little.

It has become already arm thick.

But until now, Chen Ping has not noticed that it is different.

The power contained in this wisp of breath was weaker than that of a first-order yin spirit.

If he was in the cultivation realm, he could crush countless with a single finger.

Trapped in consciousness, Chen Ping was bored and powerless, so he had to continue to observe the gray air current.

Another long period of darkness passed slowly.

One day, this world finally had another life.

It was a pure, spring-like thing.

In the midst of this fluttering water, the runes are long, and all kinds of visions are constantly appearing.

Chen Ping had never heard of it.

But he vaguely felt that this was an unknown spiritual water.

"Wow"

For the first time, a voice sounded in the silence of the boundless space.

It's the movement of the spiritual water.

The next moment, the spiritual water and the gray air flow collided together.

"Boom!"

The gray air flow swirled around the spiritual water, slashing it into countless drops.

After that, it unexpectedly developed a suction force that swallowed up the water droplets.

Chen Ping could feel that the aura of the gray airflow was growing rapidly.

I don't know what year later......

The gray air currents had finally grown to the point where they towered into the sky like a hill.

Chen Ping, who was like a bystander, was already numb to watching.

Spiritual water, spiritual fire, giant beasts as big as islands, and strange spirit grass tens of thousands of feet high......

All the vitality that appeared in the dark space was swallowed up by the gray air currents one by one.

Up to one day.

The gray air currents obscured the sky and completely flooded the space.

Its ontology is desperately evolving.

Chen Ping stared coldly, and was surprised to find that it gradually turned into the outline of a sword.

"Boom!"

Gu was watching with relish, the sea thundered and roared, and his consciousness suddenly broke away from the dream and returned to the golden bead space.

Beneath his feet was the brown earth, and the high-altitude blood clouds were still fighting against the Xuansi metaphor.

And he still held the gray sword shadow in his hand.

"There are sword spirit roots in the special spirit roots, but there are no sword spirit roots, axe spirit roots, and pearl spirit roots."

"The power of sword cultivation is at the top of the same level, and the realm of sword dao is far more perfect than other weapon paths."

After the big dream, Chen Ping's eyes were confused for just a moment, and then he burst out with a trace of essence.

He has always believed that the spirit sword is a magic weapon created by the skills of the human race.

There should be human race in the world first, and then there should be swords.

But the opposite is true.

The first sword in the world should be an innate thing!

In the dream realm, the gray air flow of the dark space finally stepped into the realm of true immortals.

It began to evolve into the form of a sword.

With the appearance of the Sword True Immortal, there was a sword spirit root.

To put it simply, the sword is a rule.

The Sword Spirit Root is one of the manifestations of the Sword Rule.

It is precisely because there are complete independent rules that sword cultivation is stronger than the average level.

……

"It's ridiculous!"

Startled, Chen Ping reacted for a while.

What the hell was he thinking?

These mysterious knowledge related to rules and true immortals, even the Avatar Ancestor probably didn't know anything, how did he know it?

Searching his memories again, Chen Ping was suddenly shocked.

This insight seems to be something that has been shoehorned in by an external force.

"Is it ......?"

Chen Ping subconsciously swept the gray sword shadow in his hand.

"Buzz!"

This shadow seems to change with thoughts, emitting a special rhythm.

Immediately after, two short swords automatically flew out of Chen Ping's soul.

It is the fourth step of sword intent given by Liang Yingzhuo!

At the same moment, those two sword intents quickly poured out, turning into two long rivers and pouring down the sky, drowning the soul villain in it.

The ancient bell rang in Chen Ping's ears, and all distractions were emptied.

All he thought and saw was an endless sword qi with a handle in the sky.

……

Time flies, more than a hundred years pass slowly.

Chen Ping maintained the initial posture and did not move.

The sword light around him has stretched for ten zhang, surging boundlessly.

The third hundredth year of the Golden Bead Space.

Those sword lights expanded tenfold.

Each one was tainted with a hint of scorching fire.

For three hundred years, Chen Ping spat out Xuanguang.

The flying sword qi seemed to have seen something that made up for it, and it swarmed up with extreme agility to carve up this inexplicable aura.

Six hundred years later, a pure green lotus broke out.

This is Chen Ping's sword heart.

The third step of sword cultivation has a sword heart.

It can be made by referring to the sword trick above the mystery, or by understanding the natal magic weapon of the sword.

The difference between the superior and inferior kenshin lies in the strength and weakness of the ontology of reference.

The main sword technique he had cultivated before was the Qinglian Sixteen Slashing Sword Technique.

After stepping into the realm of human and sword integration, he naturally condensed a Qinglian sword heart.

However, due to the ordinariness of Kendo talent, Kenshin has always been unstable, and it cannot manifest like Liang Yingzhuo when he fought against the Heavenly Tribulation.

A thousand years later.

"It's hard for me to move a step before the fourth step, because the grade of Qinglian Sword Heart is too low."

Chen Ping muttered to himself, and the Qinglian sword heart above his head cracked with a "bang".

As soon as the sword heart was broken, the surrounding sword qi increased instead of decreasing, becoming more flexible and powerful.

The second millennium.

A stream of gray air swirled over the Soul Villain's face.

After a thousand years of long evolution, an ancient sword phantom has gradually formed!

It is exactly the same as what Chen Ping holds in his hands.

The same has not yet taken shape, but it exudes an endless atmosphere of terror.

"The sword heart condensed with reference to the innate thing is called the innate sword heart for the time being."

As Chen Ping whispered and smiled, the sword qi in the nearby space also cheered.

Move with your heart, and read the heart sword.

This is the sword momentum!

After 3,000 years of sword enlightenment, he has a unique power.

At the same time, he understood the gap between himself and the true kendo genius.

After three thousand years of enlightenment, and under the urging of the innate sword heart, he reluctantly broke the third step and stepped into the Heaven and Earth Sword Realm with half a foot.

If this was in the outside world, he would have died due to the exhaustion of his longevity.

"Huh?"

Thinking of this, Chen Ping suddenly frowned.

Usually, when his soul stays in the golden bead space, he will constantly consume soul power.

But this time, he has been staying for three thousand years, and the soul villain is still strong.

Milky white spirit clouds appeared out of thin air, and then gathered around Chen Ping.

Under the brown earth, colorful points of light suddenly floated and shot into the air.

At a certain height, all of these things burst like bubbles.

Under the expansion and contraction, it turned into pieces of invisible sword qi.

Heaven and earth are sword realms, based on the mana of monks, and wherever they want, they are all sword potentials.

Although Chen Ping had not completely stepped into the fourth step, with the blessing of the innate sword heart, the power of his swordsmanship had increased by three times compared to before.

This is a qualitative change!

Three thousand years of kendo perception doesn't stop there.

On each sword qi, countless fiery red spiritual flames rose up.

Flame after flame is jumping.

Ball after ball of fire was fluttering.

There are wisps, but there is a sense and connection like a broken thread.

"Deriving the fire sword with the power of heaven and earth, this technique can be called sword one, which means the beginning of my creation of swordsmanship."

Pinching the gray sword shadow, Chen Ping's heart was surging.

The power of this swordsmanship is far more powerful than the power created by Jin Zhaoheng and Chu Qingling.

In addition to the fire intent that fits with his spiritual root, it also has a certain effect of imprisoning the body.

When Jianyi was first created, many details were not perfected, and there was still room for improvement in the future.

Of course, before the sword realm had not broken through, he could not improve the sword style for the time being.

"Buzz!"

After three thousand years of condensation, the gray sword shadow that fell from the sky not only did not become a sword, but became thinner and thinner.

Chen Ping knew that this sword shadow was not the innate spirit sword in the big dream.

It's a simple sword intent.

Absorbing the sword intent by himself and condensing the innate sword intent, this thing is naturally getting weaker and weaker.

"Since you have broken the metaphor of the Silk Method, then go away from it."

Chen Ping raised the gray sword shadow and swung it straight from top to bottom.

In the seemingly ordinary sword, there is a fourth step of the sword.

The endless sword roared endlessly.

There were long fires in all directions, and the prairie was endless.

Then, the gray sword shadow shot out, like a spiritual object that had never flinched since ancient times, and plunged into the clouds where the Xuansi metaphor gathered.

"Boom!"

A new avenue has been opened, and the sound of collisions and roars has come and gone.

……

Almost at the same time, Chen Ping's soul ached, and after a short period of dizziness, his five senses returned to clarity again.

The face is moist, and the mouth and nose are salty.

Below the horizon is a sea of sea stained red with blood.

Where am I?

What am I doing?

In an instant, Chen Ping's entire mind was like a mess.

The most obvious changes in the effects of time on living beings are the exhaustion of longevity and the changes in memory.

The 3,000-year-old sword is not a blink of an eye.

It's a real experience.

Compared with these long years, Chen Ping's previous memories seem insignificant, and they have been thrown into a corner that is about to be forgotten.

The pain struck, and his mind swept his whole body, and he snorted.

The bones and meridians on the left half were almost shattered, and the mana in the dantian was less than one percent.

"Wangqin Island, the Yin Spirit Army, the Qilin Corpse, the Immortal Ghost Clan, Concubine Shu Mu!"

Chen Ping's body slowly straightened, and the monk's ability to never forget made him instantly connect to the fragment before entering the golden bead.

With a flick of the cuff, a fourth-order ore slipped off.

Dantian reacted at all.

The gold bead disappears for the third time!

"Against the rules of heaven and earth, it took the accumulated strength to enter a dormant state again?"

Chen Ping frowned and guessed.

……

A hundred feet away, the corpse gas was rolling, as thick as if a gray rain had fallen.

The two giant-eyed weasel corpses and Yan Li Zang Niu's corpses were hidden, and they rushed towards Chen Ping with murderous eyes.

This human race slashed the unicorn arm and unicorn leg in a row, and his breath weakened to an extremely low point.

It's a good time to kill him!

Strange to say, after this person was suspended from the sea, his expression remained dull, as if his head had been confused.

"Roar!"

The three fourth-order peak corpse clans didn't care about Chen Ping's weird state, and aimed at him and slammed down.

"Long time no see!"

When the three shadows covered the top of his head, Chen Ping slowly raised his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Then, his lips opened slightly.

"Hah"!

A mouthful of ordinary white gas erupted and swept towards the three-headed corpse clan.

The three demons covered in corpse qi didn't seem to be abnormal at all.

But immediately after, one by one, the huge body exploded with a "bang", turning into thousands of pieces of residual flesh and falling into the sea.

The incisions on the pieces were unexpectedly neat, as if they were the result of a spirit sword!

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