Lu Xiaotian stood quietly in the stone mulberry forest outside the golden silkworm tarantula's lair. Under the tall Shiling mulberry tree, Lu Xiaotian stood there quietly at this time and was inconspicuous, and the wind was gusting, making the mulberry leaves rustle.

Since entering the Stone Demon Cave, Lu Xiaotian has also walked through a lot of places, and most of the places in the Stone Demon Cave are dim and yellow, and from time to time there will be visions of flying sand and rocks. Under the interweaving of stone spirit mulberry here, it is shady, and there is some vitality in the dusk, but it is also a good place, at least compared to many other locations, the golden silkworm tarantula is a relatively good place to go.

Half a day later, Xiang Chengcheng also came out, walked around, familiarized himself with the environment, and saw that Lu Xiaotian had been standing there quietly without the slightest movement, Xiang Tingcheng was slightly surprised, but also as a cultivator, Xiang Tingcheng did not come up to disturb.

At this time, Lu Xiaotian naturally has a perception of the outside world, but there is indeed something abnormal in his body, after this realm is improved, if the deputy Yuan Shen who has been comprehending the secret of the sword stele, as before, Lu Xiaotian directly replaced the deputy Yuan Shen with the main Yuan Shen. At this time, in his body, the Eight Vice-Primordial Gods were not as powerful as the main primordial gods. At this time, it was not easy to feel the sword intent from the sword stele again, Lu Xiaotian was afraid that the deputy primordial god would not be able to fully comprehend the changes in the sword style, so he quickly switched to the main primordial god, relatively speaking, the stronger the primordial god, the more he could feel the subtle changes in it.

The Wujian Stele, which had not changed for decades, moved again, and Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Hum!" In the vast space of the stone stele, I saw a small sword wrapped in a transparent light mask flying in the gray air, and the speed was extremely fast. It is the image of the ethereal sword fetus.

The sword fetus flickered in the air, sword after sword, and the void flew and slashed. Every time the sword tire moved, the trajectory of the movement was as if it was natural, and with Lu Xiaotian's eyesight, he couldn't find the slightest flaw.

The ethereal sword fetus shook in the air, splitting into countless flying swords, raining down, and countless flying swords almost obscured the entire sky.

This is the Phantom Rain Falling Sword Style that Lu Xiaotian first realized on the Wujian Stone Stele, followed by the sword style in the back. Then it evolved into a sword array, and then turned into an ethereal sword fetus again.

Looking at the strange operation of these flying swords, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but have an illusion, although he was using the same sword style, his power was obviously stronger than before. Lu Xiaotian consciously followed suit, and it was much worse.

"Could it be that there is something strange about this?" Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but wonder a little, but at first glance, Lu Xiaotian couldn't see the reason.

If you don't notice the anomaly from start to finish, you may really be in vain. Lu Xiaotian was not discouraged, and calmly watched every movement and every change of the ethereal sword fetus, lest he miss any detail, every time the sword stele performed the way of the sword, the process would not be too long.

With the passage of time, the ethereal sword fetus that appeared in the space of the Wujian Stone Tablet also came to the end. As the last few swords slashed out, they vanished into nothingness. Lu Xiaotian's body was suddenly stunned, and in the last few swords of the ethereal sword fetus, he felt something that he had not had before, and it seemed that on the ethereal sword fetus, he felt a trace of ripples. Even Lu Xiaotian was a little suspicious that this was just his illusion, but from beginning to end, he only captured this slightest change in the sword dao deduced from the sword stele. If it was a delusion, he would have found nothing this time.

"What is that rippling thing on the sword tire?" Lu Xiaotian's divine sense moved, and he sacrificed his ethereal flying sword, merging it in the air. According to the sword process performed by the sword stele before, it was repeated over and over again, and at the same time, Lu Xiaotian also kept thinking about the meaning of that change.

Lu Xiaotian repeated the changes between the sword style, the sword formation, and the sword fetus. Lu Xiaotian imitated the trajectory of its movement. If it doesn't work once, it will be twice, and if it doesn't work twice, it will not work a hundred times and thousands of times.

Until later, Lu Xiaotian didn't remember how many times he repeated it, thinking about it, but he still didn't understand the point. It's just that he knows very well that the ethereal sword fetus, or sword formation, he is sacrificing now is definitely not its true power. When the Jindan Realm was in the Ethereal Palace, the ethereal and elegant sword fetus had a kind of domineering spirit. Whatever the blade of the sword points to, everything is broken. Wherever the sword qi passed, it was like its realm, and no one could challenge its majesty. Even the world-beating powerhouses such as the Xuan Nightmare Ghost King, who easily wiped out an immortal city, were not the enemies of the ethereal sword fetus.

"That's right, Domain!" inadvertently thought of the invincible majesty of the Ethereal Venerable's sword fetus. Under the sword fetus, all are sword domains! Within the sword domain, everything is broken.

Lu Xiaotian's eyes lit up suddenly, one law is a hundred laws, and at this time he realized that the gap between the Great Monk and the middle Yuan Infant is only one realm, why the power and reputation of the Great Monk are far above the middle Yuan Infant stage.

I used to be myself, and when I faced the Great Monk, I could feel the pressure of nothingness. It was the Venerable Ziqing, and the Golden Armor Corpse King, who was lower than the twelfth order strength, was also the same, but his Yuan Shen was already almost the same as these great cultivators, so the pressure he felt was less. The others are the same as Lu Xiaotian's realm, but the Yuan Shen is far inferior to Lu Xiaotian, so it may not be the case. The majesty of the Great Monk is based on absolute strength. Even if you don't do it, you can make the early stage of the infant and the middle stage of the infant feel a kind of pressure.

Over time, in the world of cultivating immortals, when ordinary Yuan Infant Monks mention the Great Monks, they will have a subconscious

Perhaps this kind of pressure is the domain, and different monks practice different exercises, and even because of the differences in personality, this kind of pressure will give people different feelings. The murderous aura and deterrence on a person's body also belong to a kind of domain, such as Lu Xiaotian, the demon beasts he has killed do not know himself, and the number of Yuanying-level powerhouses killed is more than the number of palms. In the past, the killing intent on Lu Xiaotian's body was extremely amazing, but Lu Xiaotian practiced the seventh-level floating slaughter, and there was a demon suppression tower in his body, coupled with the improvement of the realm, after so many years, it has been diluted a lot. Lu Xiaotian will occasionally release an overwhelming momentum, which is also the most superficial domain. Strictly speaking, it can't be considered entirely. The real domain is the absolute control of a space.

Just like the ethereal sword fetus in the sword stele deduces the way of the sword. The sword qi emitted by the ethereal sword fetus fused with the sword intent, forming a sword domain within a limited space, and within this sword domain, the sword intent and sword qi emanating from the sword fetus were not just as simple as deterrence. The sword intent is an extension of the sword fetus, and the sword intent is condensed but not dispersed. It represents the ability of the sword fetus to control this airspace, and when it attacks, the sword intent gathers and is blessed on the sword body. The momentum is like thunder, and the sword intent of the code is scattered. Dispersing the breath of the sword fetus can also be used to confuse the enemy.