Where there are formations in the world, there are formations.

And the easiest way to break the formation is to break the eye of the formation.

The young man who held the hilt of Shen Yuan's sword, after making sure that there was no coffin in the hut, immediately grabbed the sword and swept it to his side.

Because of the appearance of the remnant soul of the tomb master, almost half of the large array of yin qi here gathered on that illusory figure in an instant.

This remnant soul, whose momentum had fallen to the bottom for an unknown number of years, was originally only the qi of the Nine Realms, and because of this, it skyrocketed to the top of the half-step mountain.

completely suppressed Shen Xiang.

Because of the sudden activation of the yin qi of the secret land, above the sky, Gu Zheng, who was fighting fiercely with the tomb guard, the original surging and wanton sword qi was also covered by the thick black fog, and only the sonorous sound of the gold and stone colliding also announced the stalemate of the battle between the two.

The only way to break the game is to break the formation.

And the game-breaker can only be Fang Chen.

Because the place where the remnant soul of the tomb master traveled was the middle palace of the formation, the strangeness of the large array that was originally like the other side of the Yellow Spring had disappeared, and Fang Chen was wandering around in the vast secret place, but all he saw was a mountain and water bridge paved with white bones.

There is no coffin of the owner of the tomb.

The boy's mind began to recall the records in Aoyama's ancient scrolls.

Since the owner of this tomb used a large array to simulate the Yellow Spring on the other side of the underworld, then his purpose in setting up this array must be related to life and death.

If the owner of the tomb is dead, then his purpose can only be resurrection, or rebirth.

In those ancient scrolls in the mountain, walk through the Huangquan Road, cross the other side of the flower, and the next stop is the Nai He Bridge.

Don't look back on the Huangquan Road, but wait on the bridge for three years.

However, the bridge is the real boundary that defines life and death.

And the owner of the tomb here who does not want to die from life to death, his coffin is likely to be on that bridge.

A true place where life and death meet.

Fang Chen raised his head, and his gaze moved towards the great river that had been extremely gentle since he entered the secret place, and there was not even the slightest ripple.

Hanoi, which is completely filled with blood and water, has white bones floating on it from time to time, and the bloody wind blows on the face.

The Lethe River simulated by the formation.

Fang Chen ran to the river with his sword in his hand and went all the way up along the river.

Until a bluestone bridge appeared in sight.

Bluestone bridge deck, five steps, the west of the bridge is the dry body of a woman, the east of the bridge is a man, the left yin and the right yang.

In the center of the bridge deck, a half-hidden coffin lies quietly.

Nahe bridge, array eyes.

The boy pulled out of the abyss.

Behind him, there was a fist wind.

Liu Pei, who was awakened by the tomb owner here with yin energy, no longer had the bright color of ordinary people, but a pitch black.

Like falling into the abyss.

Fang Chen, who drew his sword, sensed the fist wind behind him, and reflexively swung his sword and slashed out.

But this Liu family's most dazzling Tianjiao for hundreds of years flashed to his side as if he had expected it, and his body swept to Fang Chen's side like a swimming fish, clenching his fists with both hands and smashing towards Fang Chen.

Everything was too abrupt, Fang Chen was too late to resist in a hurry, and his left arm was subconsciously raised, but it fell straight down with Liu Pei's fist.

Liu Pei, who had already set foot in the Five Realms, was controlled by the tomb master, and when he punched, he was wrapped in the Yin Qi in the Three Secret Places.

With that punch, the surging energy like a mallet hitting a bell suddenly smashed into Fang Chen's arm, and then poured wantonly on the young man's chest.

Fang Chen was knocked back a few steps by this blow, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Liu Pei, who was only killing in his eyes, smelled this bloody breath, and a little scarlet suddenly appeared in the center of his inky pupils, and then he stepped out and continued to punch Fang Chen.

The lingering pain in his chest may be unbearable for ordinary people, but Fang Chen, who was enough for the sword qi to enter his body and sharpen it for three months, was aroused by a ruthless anger.

So Shen Yuan raised again, and the young man took out his sword.

Because of the blessing of Yin Qi, although Liu Pei's cultivation still stopped at the Five Realms, his strength and speed still had a bit of the peak of the Middle Three Realms.

When punching, you can hear the sound of breaking the wind.

As a result, those two flesh fists smashed down towards Fang Chen in turn, and the young man holding Shen Yuan was a little difficult to resist for a while.

The sword aura was overflowing, but it was difficult to reach Liu Pei.

As a result, for the first time, Uncle Aoyama had doubts about his sword.

......

In the dim secret place, Shen Ji and the others were still sleeping in the illusion evoked by the flowers on the other side.

Shen Xiang, who didn't know when he had already drawn his sword, fell more and more into disadvantage in the fight with the remnant soul of the tomb master.

After the Great War in the Northern Realm more than ten years ago, Shen Township, who had cut off the road of martial arts, fell again and again in cultivation, and finally managed to break through the Nine Realms.

If a realm is divided into three small realms, the first entry, the greatest success, and the consummation, then after so many years of recuperation, Shen Xiang's cultivation realm has only recovered to the ninth level of the great achievement.

It is far less than the half-step mountain top of the remnant soul of the tomb owner.

Although the difference between the Nine Realms and the Mountain Peak Realm is only one realm, the difference in strength between them is like a moat.

Most of the martial cultivators in the world regard the breakthrough of this level as the most difficult.

Shen Xiang, who was constantly swinging his sword, although he had restrained evil cultivators such as the remnant soul of the tomb master because of the unparalleled killing and righteous sword intent of Qingshan's sword qi, the gap in cultivation still made this battle too difficult.

The sword intent sword qi that roared out from the Qingshan Inheritance Sword Weapon always dissipated first in the collision with the Yin Qi Martial Yuan of the tomb master.

The golden robe was already full of cuts.

The rags were fluttering, and the placket was bloody.

In the large thick black mist above the sky, the sonorous sound was endless, and the black mist spread out under the sword qi cutting, but it converged at a faster speed.

The sect elder of Qingshan Humble Peak, Gu Zheng has been silent in the mountain peak realm for too long in these years.

The three major realms after the Nine Realms, the top of the mountain, birth and death, and the Supreme, every step out is extremely difficult for the great monks above the Nine Realms.

Gu Zheng, who has been holding the sword for decades, has passed the sword in Qingshan every time he has passed the sword in Qingshan over the years, he will go through the sword path again from the beginning, and every time he comes out of the sword in the Stygian Sea, he will push forward a sword path.

But there is still a long way to go before the qualitative change in the realm of life and destruction.

The tomb guards who have been coiled in this tomb for many years look very much like a noble demon beast with the blood of the demon clan and the world's Teng snake, but the perennial erosion of the yin qi here has obviously caused some unknown changes in this demon beast.

The pair of jet-black wings with wings like steel blades swirled with a dark aura so thick that it was visible to the naked eye.

Every time the tomb guard flapped his wings, thousands of yin qi mixed with Wu Yuan's condensing blade roared out.

Encounter with the sword qi, colliding with scattered qi waves.

......

However, not far from the bridge, Fang Chen, who was forced back by Liu Pei step by step, kept raising the abyss in his hand and then falling.

But the blade of the sword is still difficult to reach Liu Pei.

Compared to the speed of the four realms and the six realms, there is really too much difference.

The old peak master of Humble Peak once said on the day when his disciple inherited the sword that the sword bearer, there will always be an opponent who is difficult to match before the tip of the sword, which makes people feel powerless, thus consuming the sword heart.

Fang Chen, who had only been down the mountain for a few days, did not expect that the first such opponent he met would come so quickly.

Although Liu Pei was two years older than himself and his realm was more profound, the moment he became a disciple of Qingshan, Fang Chen did not allow himself to lose to any of his peers.

Qingshan's sword should not be folded by his peers.

Especially Shen Yuan.

Fang Chen, who held the sword and retreated again and again, seemed to remember the scenes in his mind when Xing Yan taught him swordsmanship.

Sword cultivation in the world has always been from complex to simple, and then from simple to complex, Xing Cheng just doesn't agree with this, in his eyes, everything should be just a sword, a simple sword.

Only one sword, and only one sword.

Therefore, in the cultivation of the first floor of the Humble Peak Technique, Fang Chen just held the sword, and shot the sword towards the purple iron wood one by one.

Through each sword release, he senses the flow of sword elements in his body, and senses the subtle amplitude of the sword weapon cutting through the air.

Then recall and adjust again and again, until the sword is eligible to receive the sword.

When Xing Cheng was teaching Fang Chen's swordsmanship, he once said that when he was in the Three Realms, he could cut off the purple iron wood with only one sword.

For this sentence, Fang Chen was a little unbelieving at first, and then he didn't believe it at all.

Because Fang Chen's sword cut off the purple ironwood, it was on the day he broke through the four realms, and after staying with Xing Cheng, the senior brother, Fang Chen's temperament also changed subtly, he was confident that Xing Cheng's talent could not surpass his own, so it was impossible to cut off the purple ironwood when he was lower than his own realm.

And then I didn't believe it at all, because the third senior brother told him that the eighth senior brother had always only bragged, and they had taught him the sword for a long time, but that kid didn't really understand the sword until the Six Realms.

But speaking of which, both of them are genius sword cultivators with a sword and a broken wood.

Fang Chen's retreating footsteps slowly stopped.

The young man's eyes were fixed on the sword body, and in the dense forest of Humble Peak, the figure of swinging the sword to cut off Zi Tiemu and Fang Chen gradually coincided.

As a result, Fang Chen's eyes suddenly widened, and he swung his sword like falling into the sky.

Liu Pei in front of him finally had no way to avoid it, and there was no way to retreat.

The sword weapon Shen Abyss, which had been silent in Qingshan for thousands of years, originally possessed the most tenacious and unyielding sword intent, and Fang Chen's refusal to admit defeat at this time was exactly in line with it.

Therefore, when the sword fell, like the dragon's sword qi suddenly rising, around Fang Chen, the first floor of the sword path after the sword heart calmed down, the mastery of swordsmanship was fully reflected.

The blade of the sword is like an arm.

Liu Pei finally received the first sword alive.

Then, Fang Chen put away his sword and turned around, staggering towards the coffin on the Nai He Bridge.

The art of swordsmanship has always been a killing technique.

And killing people never takes a sword.

In the other two places of the secret land, where the sword qi was agitated, Gu Zheng's frowning brows slowly stretched, and a little smile appeared on Shen Xiang's pale face.

Qingshan's little uncle, their little junior brother, one of the towers has already ascended the tower.

Fang Chen, who was repelled by Liu Pei's fists and feet, walked very slowly after collecting his sword.

The traces left by those fists and feet on the young man's body made the corners of Fang Chen's mouth still have blood stains, his left leg trembled slightly when he was raised, and his left arm that was holding Liu Pei's punch was even more trembling.

Behind him, the dark ink in Liu Pei's eyes finally dissipated, and hot blood gushed out from the throat of the Liu family on the first day.

With the sound of Liu Pei falling to the ground, Fang Chen dragged deep and shallow steps to the coffin.

In the half-hidden coffin, the corpse of a man in a black robe lay quietly in it, and the coffin made of unknown materials exuded a misty mist, making the man's appearance faintly invisible.

So, the young man who was roughly sure that this spirit coffin was the eye of the array took a deep breath of cold air.

Raise your sword again, wanting to break the coffin.