"No way!"

"You can't stop!"

Chen Changan stabilized the injuries in his body, and his mind calmed down to the extreme in an instant.

Once the power of the Dao seed is fused with the soul, the spiritual power in the body will lose control and eat itself.

Then only by turning all the spiritual power into the power of the Dao seed, and there is not a trace of spiritual power in the body, naturally there will be no more harm to the physical body.

With that in mind.

The one hundred and eight meridians on Chen Changan's body lit up instantly, and then the surging spiritual power gathered from his body towards the dantian, and then flooded the two dao seeds in the dantian like countless moths to the fire.

The surging spiritual power poured into the Dao Seed, and instantly turned into a terrifying Dao Seed power and swept out.

Chen Changan guided these two forces to pour into the Mud Pill Palace.

The red and white light once again immersed the soul infant in it, and the sharp pain from the soul spread out again, as if to tear the whole person's body inch by inch, and then knead together, tear again, blend, and repeat.

Chen Changan's body was in the pitch-black Ming Sword Tower.

The skin on his body was glowing with dark red and white light, and a bewitching red pattern on the center of his eyebrows spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the center of the pattern, a white sword-shaped pattern slowly emerged.

The Dao intent of the flower on the other side exuded a terrifying demonic power, surrounding his side.

The Boundless Sword Intent exuded a cold sword aura, emanating from his body.

Chen Changan's body seemed to turn into two whirlpools of Taoism and intent, exuding the coercion of disorder.

A white dress soaked with sweat, and a black hair blown by the wind.

If he was to say that his appearance at the moment was not much different from those mad demon cultivators who had gone mad.

But compared to the cultivators of the mad demons, Chen Chang'an's consciousness was still sober, and he forcibly maintained his sobriety, maintaining the ability to let the two Dao intentions completely pour into the soul infant.

At this time, the baptism of the soul of the two kinds of Dao Intentions is not just as simple as doubling the difficulty of one ordinary cultivator, but increasing several times, not only the difficulty, but also the pain, far beyond the ordinary cultivator to condense the fetus of the primordial spirit.

Chen Changan didn't know how long it had been, but he felt that for a moment, the tearing pain faded like a tide, and then it was replaced by a burst of refreshment, and the entire soul baby was staggered with dark red and white light to form a light cocoon.

And Chen Changan could feel that his consciousness was in that light cocoon.

There seemed to be a strange power circulating in the light cocoon, and that power was only about a small watt, less than one-tenth of the light cocoon.

However, it was such a tiny force that could move with his mind and consciousness, and the power was mobilized, and in an instant, every meridian, every acupuncture point, and even every pore of the limbs of the body was clearly transmitted to his mind.

Those wounded meridians, as well as the viscera, and the thumping blood-red heart.

In this moment, everything seems so clear.

"Could this be what Xu Chuan said, the strange power derived from the formation of the primordial god's womb?"

Chen Changan thought secretly in his heart.

In the next moment, he mobilized this power to go out of his body, and his consciousness was able to move with this force, and in an instant, it spread out of the tower layer with a radius of dozens of zhang, which was originally so dark that he could not see his five fingers, under this force, everything seemed extremely clear.

For example, the floor tiles made of red forged spirit wood, and the faded murals painted on the surface of the tower, the hidden array patterns under the murals, and the dome full of formation patterns hidden above the head.

And the eyes, plants, and flying swords of the characters on the mural can be seen so clearly, and even the spiritual power contained in the formation pattern can be clearly felt.

It's an amazing power!

With such a fine sense of perception, wouldn't it be that as long as this power is enough, it can kill people invisibly thousands of miles away or even thousands of miles away?

Chen Changan thought about it, opened his eyes, and they were still clear, like the original, but not like the original.

He looked at the void, the wonderful power in the light cocoon of the Mud Pill Palace unconsciously poked out with his gaze, and the originally almost invisible heaven and earth aura was extremely clear in his eyes at the moment, which piece was rich and which piece was weak, and he could see it clearly.

Looking at the red forging spirit wood under his feet, the wood spiritual power contained in it can also be clearly seen and perceived.

"This is the realm of oneness?"

Chen Changan's eyes condensed slightly.

He looked at the void in front of him, the Void Sword in his hand appeared out of thin air, and then with a slight wave, the blade of the sword lit up, and hundreds of sword qi suddenly poured out from the void on his side, and the endless sword intent flowed above each sword qi.

When the eyes are clear enough, the sword can be faster and more stable, and when flying, you can also think of a thousand miles, and the magic power of fighting with people can also be ghostly, which is terrifying.

It seems that the spiritual power cultivation of breaking the mirror and entering the unity has not improved much, but the combat power has increased I don't know how many times.

The corners of Chen Changan's mouth hooked up with a smile.

A staircase, a wooden door, appeared in front of him.

Take a step forward, push open the wooden door and step inside.

The imaginary darkness did not appear, and there was no attack of sword qi, just a layer of ordinary towers that could no longer be ordinary.

The papier-mâché wooden window faintly reveals the night outside, the floor paved with red forged spirit wood, many half-person-high bookshelves are placed along the walls of the tower, and stacks of yellowed old books are placed on the shelves, and on the side of the window there is a desk made of sandalwood, on the table is an inkstone, a brush, a piece of rice paper pressed by four small stones, and a faint oil lamp at the corner of the table is blown by the wind flow revealed in the window.

The sandalwood table was a bench made of yellow rosewood, and the stool was empty, but there was a black shadow in the corner of the stool that made Chen Changan startled.

When he looked at it again, he realized that the black shadow was exactly the same as the black dog he saw at the entrance of the Ming Sword Tower.

The black dog also seemed to notice Chen Changan's gaze, it raised its head and glanced at Chen Changan lazily, and said, "There is a sword trick on the rice paper, when you learn it, you will pass it!"

With that, it closed its eyes again and nestled in the corner of the rosewood stool, as if it were asleep.

Chen Changan thought for a moment and took a step forward.

Walking to the rosewood stool, looking at the rice paper on the table, a small figure appeared on it, reflected in Chen Changan's eyes, the villain held a sword in his hand, constantly moving, one move and one style, mysterious and unparalleled.

Chen Changan was a little fascinated by it, and unconsciously sat directly on the rosewood stool.

At the leg of the stool, the black dog with closed eyes opened its eyes again after Chen Changan sat down, and it raised its eyes to look at Chen Changan, who was full of concentration.

"It's finally someone again, but I wonder if you'll be able to leave intact?"

The black dog opened his mouth and said to himself like a human.

There was a human contemplative light in its eyes.

For thousands of years in the Sword Pavilion, there are more than 100 people who can come to the 100th floor of the Ming Sword Tower, but there are only one or two percent of the people who can understand the sword trick on this rice paper, and less than thirty percent of them can retreat after understanding it, and three percent of the remaining seventy percent are forced to get out and are seriously injured, three percent of the realm of direct Dao heart damage falls, and one percent directly dies.

The most recent one of them is the Zhou boy who climbed to the top of the sword tower more than a hundred years ago, his talent is good, but at that time, he only retreated with his whole body, and he did not see through the mystery in this rice paper.

......

Outside the Ming Sword Tower.

The hundred-story tower was like a huge divine sword that soared into the sky, standing on the top of Guanxin Peak, illuminating the small half of the Beihai Sword Pavilion.

"One hundred floors!"

All the cultivators on the Contemplation Peak were stunned.

All the disciples on the battle platform were already dumbfounded, and they didn't know what words to use to describe Chen Changan.

The disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion may just be surprised and shocked, they don't know what this means, but this is enough to shock the heartstrings of the disciples of the Ming Sword Terrace and the outer building.

You know, according to the records of the Sword Pavilion, no one has climbed to the top of the Ming Sword Tower for one hundred and three years, and the last person who climbed to the top was the legend of the Beihai Sword Pavilion, the first sword saint Zhou Tieyi, but I didn't expect that after more than a hundred years, on the first year of the Sword Pavilion after the Sword Pavilion was closed for a hundred years, there was another disciple who reached the top.

This disciple is also a disciple of the Contemplation Pavilion who has just started the Sword Pavilion for less than half a year.

All the disciples remember very well that when the Great Elder Zhou Tieyi ascended the Ming Sword Tower, he was already a Sword Saint, so it should be normal for him to be able to reach the top, and Chen Changan is only in the Cultivation Divine Realm, although it shows that the strength of the Sword Tower will be adjusted with the change of the realm of the climber, but the difficulty of further adjustment is the same for the cultivator.

So, this Chen Changan's talent is not weaker than Elder Zhou?

When everyone came to this conclusion, they were taken aback.

In the void in the center of the battle platform, Zhang Yuni's beautiful eyes were shining, and her moist lips muttered: "I'll just say, how could Elder Zhou casually introduce someone to get started, no wonder...... No wonder!"

At the elders' table, many elders suddenly stopped arguing.

For a while, no one mentioned that Chen Chang'an was going to be accepted into the building.

"Senior Brother Zhou's cultivation is not only peerless, but his gaze is far beyond our reach!" Pu Songyang stroked his beard, and a smile appeared in his old eyes.

Even if the surrounding elders understood, it was no wonder that Pu Songyang didn't compete with them on behalf of Zhongxuanlou, it turned out that it was because he had already seen it.

With such a talented character, it is no longer up to them to decide which floor to enter.

"When will the sect master come back?" Xu Chuan sat in the back and asked thoughtfully.

Pu Songyang's old eyes narrowed slightly, swept to the starry sky, and said, "It should be soon!"

Everyone unconsciously looked at the sky, and some looked forward to it.

Naturally, they were not looking forward to the return of the sect master, but to Senior Brother Zhou, who was returning with the sect master, a figure who seemed to be a legend in their generation.

I haven't seen Senior Brother Zhou for ten years, but I didn't expect him to bring such a monster disciple to the Sword Pavilion before he returned to the sect.

I'm really looking forward to what surprises he will bring to everyone when he returns!