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c_t; The Chengjun Sword and the Sifang Ding were in hand, and the Nine Heavens Sword Technique had also been cultivated, so He Wuxian planned to leave the Hidden Sword Palace. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But just then, he noticed that in the southeast corner of the main hall, there was a staircase leading to the top of his head.

"There's a second floor in this palace?"

He Wuxian's heart moved, and he walked towards the staircase.

The first floor of the Hidden Sword Palace has already allowed him to harvest the Chengjun Sword, the Sifang Ding and the Nine Heavens Sword Technique.

In the second layer of the palace, there must be more valuable treasures, of course he has to go up to see what is going on.

Walking up the stairs to the end, you will arrive in front of a pitch-black iron gate in mid-air thousands of kilometers above the ground.

The door was carved with a divine beast pattern, and there were six powerful Dao-level supreme arrays.

He Wuxian cast the Ten Thousand Thoughts Divine Pupil, carefully observed and looked at these large arrays, and patiently cracked it.

After about ten hours, the complicated and cumbersome array was cracked, and the black iron gate was finally opened.

He Wuxian stepped through the gate and entered the second floor of the palace.

He thought that what he would see was a vast palace with many treasures in it.

But what he didn't expect was that he stepped into not a big hall, but a world.

A small world in another dimension, vast and boundless, with mountains, water, sunshine, flowers, grass and creatures.

At the feet of He Wuxie, there was an endless green grassland, and the warm and warm wind blew, stirring the grass on the ground and shaking gently.

Thousands of miles ahead are the endless verdant mountains with lush greenery and trees.

At the foot of the mountain range is a mirror-like lake, the water is crystal clear, fish swimming in the shadows, and the blue sky is reflected in the water.

The sky on the top of the mountain is as blue as a wash, and the white clouds are wandering leisurely in the sky.

A flock of feathered, enormous birds flew through the sky in a line, leaving behind a few crisp chirps.

Everything is so natural and fresh, refreshing and calm.

He Wuxian was quite emotional and amazed, the Sword Emperor Cave Mansion outside was so dilapidated and dead, and there were pitch black and gray colors everywhere.

And this small world in the second-layer world of the Tibetan Sword Palace is so vibrant, with beautiful mountains and rivers, birds and flowers.

He rode the little green dragon and galloped in the wide and high sky, galloping all the way forward.

He wanted to see what mysteries or treasures were hidden in this mysterious little world.

The little green dragon flew through the sky at a gallop, and He Wuxian stood on its back, feeling the moist breath in the strong wind and the fresh fragrance of the trees and jungles, and his spirit became refreshing.

He saw the scene along the way, all kinds of grasslands, mountains, lakes and lands, as well as many strong and fat monsters, galloping on the mountains, forests and grasslands.

He Wuxian had to suspect that this small world could be preserved for thousands of years, and it had never collapsed and shattered so far, probably supported by some powerful divine object, otherwise it would not have been possible to have such a huge vitality;

Two days later, he flew over mountains, rivers and rivers to the central area of this small world, on top of a huge peak.

This giant peak is like a cloud, and the top of the mountain is shrouded in mist and mist, and the shadow is not real.

What's even more strange is that on the top of the mountain is a cleared land with a radius of 100 miles, which is very neat and flat.

The floor is a flat slate of stone, as smooth as a black mirror.

He Wuxian jumped to the ground from the back of the little green dragon, looking at this hundred-mile platform in amazement, thinking that this was by no means a natural formation, and he could see the traces of artificial carving, which was most likely left by the Sword Emperor.

He flew to the center of the platform and found an even more bizarre scene.

To the north of the Baili platform, the ground is pitch black and deep in color.

The south, on the other hand, is bright and dazzling, with a hint of incandescent gold in it, as brilliant as the sun.

The two colors, one black and one white, divide the platform into two completely different areas, which seem to reveal some mysteries and secrets.

He Wuxian saw that in the area where the two colors of black and white intersected, in the center of the platform, there was a grinding stone stone.

After many years of wind and frost etching, the grinding plate boulder has long been clearly angled and mottled.

But there was a dent left on the stone surface, and He Wuxian looked at it, like the traces left by someone who has been meditating here for many years.

He frowned and pondered, and combined the scene in the small world world, as well as this strange platform and boulder, he whispered a guess.

"Could it be that this is the secret realm where the Sword Emperor meditates and cultivates his disciples?"

Thinking of this, he also tried to sit cross-legged on the grinding stone to feel if he could see a different picture or trigger any opportunities.

Sure enough, when he sat on the grinding plate boulder, the boulder and the entire Baili platform suddenly burst out with an invisible mysterious power, imprisoning him on the boulder and unable to move.

He could only maintain a posture of meditating cross-legged, sitting upright on the boulder without moving.

At the same time, the black and white platform lit up with silver light, forming a huge light shield that shrouded He Wuxian in it.

The silver light shroud was a hundred miles in circumference, like a huge bowl upside down on the top of a mountain.

An invisible mysterious power erupted, enveloping He Wuxi's body, making his inexplicable heart tighten.

Then he saw that the silver mask appeared as if it were a photo on the wall, and a clear picture appeared.

The first thing that caught He Wuxi's eyes was a vast starry sky.

The starry sky was dotted with stars, and countless stars shone brightly, shining with bright silver light.

A huge star, guarded by many small stars, emitted an incandescent glow with red fire, as dazzling as the sun.

Thousands of small stars, illuminated by its light, become bright and warm, and give birth to life.

He Wuxian closed his eyes and used his divine sense and heart to watch and comprehend these pictures.

He understood that the Sword Emperor would not build this small world secret realm for no reason, and the arrangement of the black and white platform on this giant peak must also have a deep meaning.

That's why he patiently and carefully comprehended those pictures and felt the mystery and mystery in them.

Gradually, he found that the stars that were shining brightly with light were bright on the side of the sun, but dark on the back.

The demarcation between light and darkness is so stark that there is a great contrast and contrast.

After a long time, the image of the starry sky disappeared and was replaced by a world of beautiful scenery.

The world of beautiful mountains and rivers, birds and flowers, is a true portrayal of the secret realm of this small world.

In the south of Xiaotiandi, the mountains, rivers, rivers and grasslands are green and lush, and the colors are bright, which looks particularly refreshed and refreshing.

But in the north of the secret realm of the small world, it is a different scene.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the earth was barren and gray, lifeless, and extremely dead and cold.

Without the presence of flowers, trees, monsters, birds, and birds, this black area has no life, and it is full of the smell of death and withering, which makes people feel depressed and heavy.

The two areas, one black and one white, are also in the secret territory of the small world, but the contrast is so great, forming a stark contrast.

He Wuxian was deeply impressed, remembered all of this, and secretly speculated about what these pictures were trying to imply.

Or, what do these pictures want him to understand, what does the Sword Emperor want to do when he arranges this small world secret realm.

Soon after, the picture he saw in his mind changed again.

There is a bright morning sun, a dreary sunset, and a picture of the moon rising and setting.

There is also the process of growth, decay and withering of flowers and trees.

Monster beasts and birds emerge from their shells, waiting to be fed until they grow up, grow old and die.

All kinds of pictures are constantly flashing by, and it seems that each picture contains a different artistic conception and avenue.

It wasn't until three days later that many of the images dissipated, and the silver mask became transparent and thin, and it didn't take long for it to disappear.

But He Wuxian still sat cross-legged on the boulder without moving, his face calm and focused, and he fell into a state of enlightenment.

He was contemplating the pictures he saw, comprehending the artistic conception of the avenue contained in them, hoping to get enlightenment and harvest.

This is enlightenment, comprehending the principles of heaven and earth and the laws of the Great Dao.

The little green dragon and the little furball also lay on the platform at some point, and fell into a deep sleep without moving.

Of course, they weren't really asleep, and they all fell into the wonderful realm of enlightenment, and they all participated in enlightenment and cultivation together with He Wuxi.

The secret territory of the small world is still black and white, the south is sunny, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the north is pitch black and dull, dead and cold.

Before you know it, three days have passed.

He Wuxian finally understood a truth, there were too many pictures, not to hint at his Dao realm, but to show him the scenes of heaven and earth, yin and yang, light and darkness.

Enlightenment is not what heaven and earth imply to him, but his own enlightenment.

What realm he has realized, and what truth he has comprehended, are all his own avenues and gains.

So he suddenly opened up, focusing on the two points of yin and yang, light and darkness, to carefully experience and comprehend.

He had already mastered the power of yin and yang, but he had not yet understood the truth and mystery of light and darkness.

Therefore, he continued to comprehend and understand the power of yin and yang, and began to comprehend the realm of darkness and light.

Time flies, time flies.

He Wuxi's retreat and enlightenment, before you know it, hundreds of years have passed.

He, Xiao Qinglong, and Xiao Maoqiu all had a thick layer of dust on their bodies, like mud figures.

But they remained unmoved, unaware of the outside world, immersed in a state of enlightenment.

Until one day, the black and white platform suddenly changed.

The trinity of He Wuxi, Little Green Dragon and Little Furball burst out at the same time, condensing into a huge vortex.

The vortex was a hundred miles in circumference, just the size of a black and white platform, and it frantically devoured the power of heaven and earth in all directions.

A violent wind was born out of thin air in the secret realm of the small heaven and earth, and it was the surging and majestic power of heaven and earth.

Whether it was the aura of heaven and earth, or the power of the stars, or the power of the five elements, the power of light and darkness, they all turned into silver torrents and flew towards the black and white platform, and were finally swallowed by He Wuxie, Xiao Qinglong, and Xiao Maoqiu.

At the same time, the strength of the three is skyrocketing wildly, and it is increasing dramatically.

There is no doubt that He Wuxian has succeeded in enlightenment, and finally comprehended the truth of light and darkness.

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