There is a mountain peak, and an old man meditates on a rock at the top of the peak, pinching his fingers with both hands, looking up at the starry sky, but beyond that, there is a blank space.

Wu Ming had also observed this painting just now, there were no hidden formations or any hidden fonts and other mysteries, and the old man's cultivation posture was also very ordinary.

Wu Ming was a little disappointed, looking at the ink painting, his hands pinched his fingers like an old man, meditating on what kind of mystery this is? He was really unwilling to return empty-handed like this, so he simply stared at the painting and sat for a long time, and this ability to meditate benefited from his daze since he was a child.

Suddenly, he inadvertently noticed that the old man's finger pinching gesture had changed. Wu Mingfu was very close to his heart, and felt that the old man's finger pinching handprint was a breakthrough.

He began to devote himself to staring at the pinching handprints of the old man's fingers. At first glance, it is nine days, ninety-nine eighty-one finger pinching handprints change. Wu Ming kept all these eighty-one handprints in mind, took a deep breath of vitality, concentrated on it, and began to type out these eighty-one handprints step by step, and the surrounding vitality began to change violently.

When he finished the last handprint, Wu Ming felt that he suddenly appeared in an endless dark abyss, just as he was carefully observing the surrounding environment, his divine consciousness suddenly found a little light of ten thousand zhang of light, from the distant divine consciousness abyss quickly cut through the darkness, this momentum seemed to be able to break through the heaven and earth, carrying the terrifying energy that shattered people's souls and instantly came towards Wu Ming's divine consciousness mud palace.

Wu Ming was suddenly terrified, and his soul was frightened, but his whole body was suppressed and he couldn't move. My life is at rest! Wu Ming struggled desperately and shouted: "Help! ”

That bit of light instantly disappeared into Wu Ming's divine consciousness soul sea. Wu Ming suddenly felt the pain of his soul being cut and torn apart, and that kind of pain was unbearable for ordinary people. He was surrounded by an endless dark abyss, and no matter how much he shouted and tossed, there was no response. It's as if it's a dark abyss of oblivion.

Wu Ming suddenly panicked, he was like a person suspended in space, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move. How can I escape from this hellish place?!

He racked his brains and tried all kinds of methods, but in the end he could not return, he could only accept this desperate fact, he may be banished to the void, and he will die here for the rest of his life.

I don't know how many days have passed, Wu Ming accidentally discovered a faint point of light in the depths of his soul, and his divine sense slowly approached the past. As his consciousness approached the light, he felt a sharp pain in his soul as if it were about to be severed.

Taking a closer look, it was actually a lightsaber the size of a grain of rice, Wu Ming carefully approached the lightsaber with a trace of divine sense, and the moment he touched the lightsaber, a bunch of information appeared in Wu Ming's mind.

"Light sword technique, there is no grade, it needs to be above the innate spirit body to cultivate. The stronger the cultivator's realm, the stronger the lightsaber, one by one into ten, ten into a hundred, a hundred into a thousand, ....... Wu Ming's divine sense involuntarily followed the mantra and began to practice light swordsmanship.

In the dark abyss, I don't know how much time has passed.

Wu Ming was completely immersed in cultivating the light sword technique, and as he continued to cultivate, a little glimmer of light slowly appeared in front of his eyebrows. At first, the faint light like a grain of sand slowly turned into a faint light particle the size of a grain of rice, then into a light like a mung bean, and finally into a dazzling light sword body the size of a little finger.

It was like an elf, flying around with Wu Ming's mental command, it was even more terrifying than the sword method of the elders of the sect.

Wu Ming couldn't help but ponder: "If you cultivate to a higher realm, what kind of form will the lightsaber evolve into?" If you can cultivate the lightsaber to the scene like the one you first saw, the lightsaber is full of light, like a bright star across the dark abyss, a sword is enough to destroy people's souls in an instant. ”

What a terrible lightsaber! Wu Ming felt that he had picked up a treasure. He didn't know that this scroll was obtained by the ancestor of the Luofu Sect from a mysterious ancient tomb, and because the ancestor was not an innate spirit body, he could not perceive the lightsaber.

Luofu Ancestor turned out to be a cultivator in the Divine Mansion Realm, and in the Great War of the Realm Tribulation, his divine soul was cut off, and the cultivation was directly descended to the Yuanying Realm.

After the Great War of the Tribulation, the ancestor of the Luofu Sect survived by luck, and he lived in seclusion in the Taimang Star of this remote alien sea, and finally established a sect in the Bauhinia Continent. This painting was hung on the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, and it has been waiting for its destined person all these years.

Wu Ming was also puzzled as to why he was able to cultivate light swordsmanship, could it be that he was an innate spirit body? He shook his head again and smiled bitterly, denying the ridiculous idea.

When he was a child, Wu Ming was unable to cultivate his vitality for a long time. After Wu Jianming rummaged through the ancient books, he regretfully told Wu Ming that he was born with a crippled spell body, and he might not be able to cultivate his vitality in this life. He remembered his heart despairing as if he had fallen into the abyss.

After Wu Ming refined the lightsaber, according to the last few mantras of the mental method, several handprints were played, and the lightsaber instantly sank into the soul, and his eyes lit up, and his divine consciousness actually escaped from the dark abyss.

Wu Ming came out of the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion with satisfaction, and stepped down the steps. He was taken aback and found that time in the real world had not changed, could it be that his time in the dark abyss was static?

"Wu Ming, you finally came out, you must be cheating, how can a new core disciple have 10,000 points! I'm not convinced! When Zhao Wuxin saw Wu Ming, he immediately stood up and scolded angrily.

"Call Grandpa, grandson." Wu Ming was unmoved, staring at Zhao Wuxin.

"Unless you come up to the challenge with me, if you can beat me, I'll naturally call you grandpa. Otherwise, I can't be convinced, this bet is not fair. Zhao Wuxin said trickfully.

"I know that you will repay the debt, and you can go to the challenge platform, so you will be convinced." Wu Ming used Zhu Jiuli's points, and he felt a loss in his heart, so he simply agreed to Zhao Wuxin's request.

"Wu Ming, what exercises did you get on the third floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion?" Jiang Changkong looked familiar, walked over with a smile, and he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Secret." Wu Ming smiled mysteriously. After speaking, he walked towards the door of the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Wu Ming, I'll wait for you on the challenge platform, I'll let you know what the gap is, don't be too arrogant." Zhao Wu's mind and body method were weird, and he flashed out of the door on the second floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and ran towards the challenge platform.

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth were lightly raised, with a calm smile. Walk slowly and unhurriedly downstairs.

"There's a good show to watch." Jiang Changkong smiled, followed Wu Ming, and also walked downstairs.

The core disciples who were still cultivating opened their eyes slightly and closed them again, such a competition was not worth their time wasting to watch. The challenge competition of a tenth-level Qi refining and a seventh-level Qi refining competition was like a game of playing house in their eyes.

Seeing Wu Ming slowly walking down from the second floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion calmly, many sect disciples on the first floor looked up, and many envious eyes were focused on him.

"When can I become a core disciple, I can go to the second layer of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to learn more powerful exercises." An ordinary disciple of the third level of Qi refining said enviously.

"I also want to be a person like Senior Brother Wu Ming, who has outstanding temperament and strength."

"Senior Brother Wu Ming is so handsome, I like you." A female disciple couldn't help but shout out.

"Senior Brother Wu Ming, I will always support you." A fan disciple of Wu Ming shouted.

Wu Ming was also a little overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the many sect disciples downstairs, so he could only nod and smile in response. The stars I saw in my previous life were sought after by a large number of crazy fans everywhere, as if they were very majestic and worthy of envy. Now he also gets such treatment, but he is a little helpless. It was inconvenient for him to go anywhere, and he had to try to keep a low profile and reduce the number of times he left Baiyun Peak.

Jiang Changkong, who was walking behind Wu Ming, did not have such treatment, and he shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"Be quiet!" The elders on the first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion couldn't help but remind loudly, although the sound was not loud, but everyone felt as if their ears were deafening. The noise on the first floor suddenly quieted down, and no one dared to offend the elders, lest they be thrown out of the Scripture Pavilion and deducted points.

Wu Ming walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with a light step, wearing a purple robe, confident and elegant, and walked towards the challenge platform.

The elder's slightly squinted eyes couldn't help but open, and he looked at Wu Ming's back. "It's strange, a small Qi Refining Realm, how can I feel a coercive aura on his body."