Fang He did not fail to appreciate this person's admonition, and gave him several top-grade spirit stones as a thank you, which made this person a little overwhelmed for a while, and the eyes that looked at Fang He were obviously respectful.

Seeing this, Fang He couldn't help but think: "It's better to use money." ”

Now that the situation is almost understood, Fang He also followed the team to the front to pay the entrance fee, and the process was also smooth, but when the tokens were distributed, he was noticed a little.

After leaving the life-saving place, Fang He randomly found an inn to live in, looked at the token in his hand and then looked at the Void Spirit Ring, and was suddenly a little speechless, it was really that the appearance of these two things was too different.

Judging from the appearance, this token is a droplet-shaped, crystal clear and very good-looking, and there are fluctuations in the formation inside, as long as the time comes, it can activate the teleportation array, so as to enter the secret realm of the Xujiang River.

And the Void Spirit Ring was too ordinary compared to it, it was completely an old object that could only be worn by dirt buns, and it was no wonder that the person who introduced Fang He to the Xujiang Secret Realm had a disdainful gaze.

Originally, Fang He didn't need a guest house, but it would take three days before the Xujiang Secret Realm opened, and there was nothing good to go at the moment, so he could only find a place to deal with it, after all, he was in the city, and he still had to look like a city person, so he couldn't really sleep on the streets like a turtle.

Although it is not a shame for a monk to sleep on the streets, but he is Fang He, the fierce man who killed the camp owner of the Xujiang Camp with the power of one person, even if the rumors have passed now, it is better to be more careful, in case someone with a heart sees through his identity, it will be more than worth the loss.

Three days passed quickly, and Fang He had made preparations early; Due to the need to verify his identity, he was still dressed in the same costume as when he went to buy the token, and his appearance had not changed in any way.

Just after noon, bursts of colorful brilliance suddenly rose on the surface of the Xujiang River, and finally formed a high platform formed by the condensation of the river.

This is the entrance to the secret realm of the Xujiang River.

When the brilliance was gone, as long as the monks who had purchased the token, they all felt the call from the token, and their hearts moved, and the token suddenly glowed with the kind of colorful light that had appeared on the river, and then built a small teleportation array centered on the high platform on the river surface of the Xujiang River.

Fang He is also one of them, unlike others, he has always maintained a high degree of attention to this token, and when the token is activated, he also has a clear idea of the operating principle in it

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Clear cognition, combined with his own research on the formation method, at this time, he was already able to construct a passage to the secret realm of the Xujiang River.

When the last passage was closed, the high platform condensed by the river water on the river surface slowly sank to the bottom of the river, leading everyone into the secret realm of the Xujiang River, and also taking away the hopes and prayers of the monks who could not enter.

Different from ordinary secret realms, the many monks who entered the secret realm were not concentrated in one area, but separated, and each of them had a broad road to the unknown in front of their eyes.

In fact, the way to open the Xujiang Secret Realm is different every time, the scene of entering it is not the same, and the treasures that can be obtained will not be the same, which is why the monk can only enter once in his life.

However, this time there was an accident, what Fang He saw in front of him was not a broad avenue, but full of thorns, and even blood was still raining on the top of his head, and in his field of vision, he could also see the situation of the surrounding passages.

At the beginning, Fang He didn't feel anything strange, after all, it was a secret realm, and it was reasonable for any strange situation to appear, but as he went deeper and deeper and observed the surrounding passages more and more carefully, this weirdness became more and more obvious.

While the others had reached the end, he still couldn't see the end.

In other words, he still has to continue to move forward, and there is no way back, because the road behind him has disappeared after stepping on it, and there is only endless spatial turbulence.

It seems to be urging, and it is like persecution.

Gradually, Fang He had forgotten the time, forgot the original intention of entering the secret realm, and there was only one thought left in his heart, that is, to keep moving forward, if there was no end, he would walk out of an end by himself, just like his own cultivation path.

Finally, the thorns in Fang He's sight had disappeared, replaced by a desolation, and the blood rain above his head had turned black at some point.

Whether it was the blood rain and thorns before or the desolate black rain now, all of this had never contaminated Fang He, although he was in it, he was not in it, he was completely an outsider.

If it were an ordinary monk, I am afraid that his scalp would have been numb, and he would even have a mental breakdown, but he was Fang He, and there were countless strange paths he had traveled and experienced.

Therefore, even if he still couldn't see the road ahead, his steps were very calm, and he still walked forward without hurry, and he didn't stop until the road was broken.

The place where the road breaks is not the end, but simply there is no road, and there is a need

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He continued in himself.

While Fang He was pondering, there was a sudden echo in his ears, and if he listened carefully, it turned out to be the continuation of this road!

This method may be difficult for others, but it is very simple for Fang He, he only needs to release his sword qi and pave the way with this endless sword qi.

As the road under his feet became more and more unstable, Fang He had no other way at this time, but to try it for the time being.

However, this is easier said than done.

The difficulty is not to release the sword qi, but to make these sword qi arrange according to a certain law. After trying several times in a row, he could only put a few of the sword qi in the normal position according to what he wanted in his heart.

Fang He was very surprised by this result, after all, he had mastered the secret of the Hidden Sect, and he had also made exclusive improvements to this method, and his control of sword qi had reached the peak level.

But even so, it still failed to make the sword qi continue to pave, and it was always flying up and down.

Just when he was at a loss, the echo sounded again: "Calm your mind, use the sword with your heart, use the sword with your heart, the sword is born from the heart, and the heart is like a god......"

This turned out to be a complete set of mental methods!

And it is a heart method that is more exquisite than the Spirit Void Sword Sutra, specifically for the heart of the sword! It explains in detail the condensation process of the heart sword and the practice method of the heart sword.

Before this, Fang He had always been a little arrogant in his heart, thinking that there was no swordsmanship in the world that could enter his eyes, but what he heard at this time gave him a blow to the head.

The world is so big, what he has mastered is only a part of it, or just scratching the surface, and he is far from reaching the extreme.

Kenshin, in particular, was only used roughly, and it didn't play its due ability at all.

The heart of the sword is not only the heart of the monk, but also the heart of the sword, but also the origin of the sword, the origin of the body, and the energy contained in it is very huge.

At this moment, he had a clearer understanding of his spiritual path.

Cultivating as a monk is cultivating the mind, that is, to tap the power of the source, so as to control the source, which is the true purpose of cultivation and the ultimate pursuit.

Although the cultivation of the monks of the present world is also controlling the origin, what they control is the origin of heaven and earth, but they do not know that this kind of cultivation will eventually be bound by the origin of this heaven and earth, which is equivalent to exchanging oneself with heaven and earth, and thus becoming a slave of this heaven and earth.

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