"Where is the first form?" Ye Qingcheng stared at the sword marks on the giant monument, looking for it carefully, as if a mess was placed in front of him.

"Qiming, Qiming......" he said persistently.

However, it lasted for another half an hour, and he still didn't gain anything, his thinking was messed up like a pot of porridge, and his eyes were dazzled.

"Hey. He abruptly looked away from the monument and turned his face to look at the distant sky. The sky is getting brighter, and the rolling fog is like a vast sea, shrouded in a dark swamp.

Looking at the world, such a majestic heaven and earth, such a clear and vast world, can always make people feel refreshed and happy, and arouse the majestic ambition in the heart.

A smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself, "Xue'er, wouldn't you be surprised if I learned your ancestor's swordsmanship?"

Fantasizing about Miyagawa Xue's adoring demeanor, he couldn't help but be happy.

"No, I must learn!" Even if he shows off in front of the person he likes, he has to learn this set of swordsmanship!

Just as he turned his face, a brilliant starlight flashed on the giant shadow of the sword stele! Behind the phantom of the giant stele here, a large star in the distance projected starlight onto the giant shadow.

"This is the last sword of the first type?" Ye Qingcheng stared at the sword shadow, and after a long time, he said.

Sure enough, as he guessed, there were nine styles of the Nine Swords of the Galaxy, each of which had more than ten swords, and a total of more than a hundred swords were formed, all of which were intriguedly engraved on the phantom of the giant monument. With so many chaotic sword marks piled up, he had to have a keen eye and great patience to find out all the sword marks of the first type, and then find the first and last sword from these sword marks to form a complete series of sword styles.

"The first sword, Qiming!" Ye Qingcheng's heart was shocked, and he stared at the sword tablet excitedly. He seemed to see the handsome figure of five hundred years ago, holding a long sword, proudly dancing on the top of the mountain!

He combed forward from the last sword of the first form of enlightenment, carefully straightened out all the sword marks, and then combed them back from the beginning, and finally memorized all the sword marks of the first type in his heart.

"The second type, Beidou!"

"Third type, Sky Wolf!"

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and before all the stars disappeared, he sorted out the first three forms at an astonishing speed and imprinted them in his heart. At this time, the sky was completely bright, and the magnificent clouds burned in the east, and a golden glow dyed on the rolling fog and clouds, rendering the world magnificent!

"The head is 'propped'. Ye Qingcheng sighed deeply, and then filtered the first three swordsmanship in his mind again. He can't be in a hurry, if he sorts out all the sword styles in one go, if there is a little mistake, there will be problems in his next cultivation.

He has to take it one step at a time to make sure that everything he learns is accurate.

He wasn't in a hurry to draw his sword to cultivate, he wanted to let the sword style settle in his mind a little more. The current three forms alone were enough for him to cultivate for a long time.

"When we meet again, I must let you appreciate the most complete Nine Swords of the Galaxy River!" Ye Qingcheng shouted excitedly as he looked at the rolling clouds from afar.

............

Although the sky above the Dark Sun Swamp was bright, the Thunder Mountain, which was thousands of miles away, was immersed in the cold rain, and thunderbolts fell from the sky from time to time and hit the top of the Thunder Mountain.

Thunder Mountain, for civilians and even ordinary martial artists, is a dangerous place. After all, a martial artist without the protection of spiritual power, under the influence of thunder, will also have a risk of life, even if the spiritual power is not strong, the spiritual martial arts will not dare to be hit by lightning.

Thunder Spirit is the first of the nine spiritual powers, with the most violent destructive power, and the Thunder Spirit Warrior in the world is also very rare, and it is difficult to give birth to one among millions of people. However, as long as it is spiritual power, it can be collected and controlled, and thunder spirit cannot be excluded.

The Thunder Scroll is a treasure that can collect and store thunder spirits. It can be like a spiritual rune, and after collecting enough spiritual power, it can be released or even exploded to attack the enemy. However, the spiritual power stored in the Thunder Scroll was more than 100,000 times that of ordinary spirit runes. If a normal spirit rune can blow up a stone, this scroll can blow up a huge mountain, and the two are not treasures of the same level.

This rare spiritual treasure, the Thunder Scroll, is the supreme treasure of the Fire Toad Emperor, after it was defeated by Mu Feiyang, it had a deep fear of Mu Feiyang, Mu Feiyang did whatever he wanted in front of it, and even borrowed its supreme treasure, it had to give it away.

Under the gloomy and cold sky, on the top of the Thunder Mountain, a huge groove that had been struck by the thunder over the years appeared, and inside the groove was a pool of black viscous stagnant water.

The ancient thunder scroll floated in the black water pool, constantly absorbing the thunder spirits swaying in the black water.

"Click!!" a thunderbolt fell, and the thunder spirit scurried through the black water, and was quickly absorbed by the scroll.

In the flickering thunder, Mu Feiyang sat gloomily on the rocks by the black water pool, holding a red beast taming crest in his hand, which he had taken from the corpse of the animal tamer he had encountered before.

His face shimmered with silver, and scarlet pupils appeared in his eyes, staring silently at the inconspicuous coat of arms to him.

The silver woman stood quietly to the side, she could see that he had something on his mind, but she didn't dare to ask.

"Hmph, genius?" Mu Feiyang's heart, which had always been cold, was no longer calm at this time. He smiled disdainfully, crushed the coat of arms in his hand, and threw it away.

However, it didn't take long for him to pick up another heraldic fragment and fall into deep thought.

The Silver Woman had never seen such hesitation on his side, he had something on his mind, and it was very important, that prevented him from making a decision.

After a long time, Mu Feiyang stuffed the heraldic fragment into his arms and stood up.

"I'm away for a while. Mu Feiyang said calmly: "After the scroll is filled with thunder spirit, bring it back to Huaqianlou, you don't have to do anything during the time I leave." ”

"Where is the Black Emperor going?" the silver woman asked in surprise. In the past ten years, he has never left the Dark Sun Swamp and the surrounding area, and this time he wants to leave, he should want to leave the Lion Awakening Country.

Mu Feiyang glanced at her coldly and said, "Lao Tzu has slept with you a few times, so you are qualified to ask about Lao Tzu?"

"Don't dare!" the silver woman immediately knelt down.

............

Time flies, half a year passes.

During this half year, the Dark Sun Swamp has been calm. A few days after Ye Qingcheng arrived at Star Picking Peak, there were still Mu Feiyang's scouts hiding nearby, secretly spying on his whereabouts. However, it didn't take long for the scouts to disappear.

Later, Mu Feiyang never showed up again, and even his minions disappeared. He is the scourge of the Dark Sun Swamp, and if there is a disaster here, it will also be caused by him, and his disappearance is a good thing for the entire Swamp.

During this time, Ye Qingcheng's strength was improving rapidly, and his cultivation was also exceptionally smooth. Although, he has never comprehended the second form of the Thousand Transformation Palm, but he has improved by leaps and bounds in the Nine Swords of the Galaxy, and at the same time, he has also reaped unexpected surprises, with the improvement of his swordsmanship, his earth spirit cultivation has also been promoted to the intermediate level of the Martial King, and then, unintentionally, he has cultivated into the second of the four styles of the Qilin, and the earth roars!