Since everyone has made a gambling contract, they have their own rules for gambling and fighting.

The dense scratches were all left by the moves made by the ancient powers with the will of the martial arts.

Under normal circumstances, when a warrior comes here to attain enlightenment, there are two main gains.

The most critical harvest is naturally the martial arts will.

The second is the artistic conception of combat skills, occasionally some people will understand something special from here, but that kind of situation is extremely rare.

Yang Yi did not rush forward to comprehend, but looked around this strange divine stone carefully.

He has the ability to never forget, so he naturally wants to plan, first take a good look at the scratches on this stone, which places are more strange, those places don't feel anything, and find out the law to make a choice.

According to Luo Tianjiao, every scratch on the Ming Sword Rock contains the will of martial arts.

If the martial will in a certain scratch is perceived, it will automatically dissipate and become an ordinary notch.

The Ming Sword Rock itself has some incredible powers, and once the martial will of a certain nick disappears, it will slowly and automatically repair the nicked area until it becomes a smooth and clean hybrid element.

Yang Yi circled around the Ming Sword Rock twice, and he had already memorized all the nicks in his heart.

He continued to wander around, this time looking mainly at the natural textures in the notched gaps, looking for any particular pattern in these textures.

After a few laps, he did find something special.

Except for Yang Yi, none of the people present came here for the first time, and they still knew a lot about the situation in Ming Jianyan.

They each chose a rock to sit on, and began to stare at the carvings on the rock.

Time is pressing, and no one pays attention to Yang Yi at this time, and they all start their own understanding in a race against time.

Yang Yi held a golden light cover, still wandering around the Mingjian Rock.

"Since this starfall was able to pass through the atmosphere and fall into the Shenwu Continent unscathed, it must be related to the texture of this stone. ”

When Yang Yi had just walked around the first two laps, he had carefully counted the existing intact scratches on the Mingjian Rock, a total of as many as 109,721.

At first glance, these scratches seemed to have no pattern, but if you carefully sensed the aura of martial arts will within them, you could find that they were actually from the hands of nine different powers.

In other words, when the power of entering the sky to intercept this starfall should have been nine.

Those realized scratches have not completely disappeared, and there are still some shallow traces.

Among them, the most comprehended martial arts will is undoubtedly the scratch from the pen of two different sword cultivation masters.

There are also seven types of scratches, knives, guns, hammers, maces, arrows, sticks, and fists.

The martial will of each scratch is different.

And in addition to these scratches, there is not just one kind of texture on the Mingjian Rock, but three.

It's just that the natural textures seem to float on the surface, but in fact, they are hidden inside, and it is difficult to capture their specific breath.

As soon as the Martial Dao Divine Consciousness got a little closer to those natural textures, it would twist slightly as if it were alive, at an extremely slow, but real speed, escaping from the Divine Sense's grasp.

After observing for nearly an hour, Yang Yi stopped, scanned his eyes around, and then climbed an empty rock and sat down.

After nearly an hour of observation, more than half of his divine consciousness had been consumed.

Yang Yi immediately moved the Heart Sutra of the Great Ming King, recovering the divine consciousness that had just been consumed.

There was silence in the valley.

After cultivating for half an hour, after all his divine consciousness was restored, Yang Yi opened his eyes again, stared carefully at a certain starfall texture, carefully released his divine sense, and carefully observed it.

This view is the passage of an hour.

Sensing that his divine consciousness was passing rapidly, and seeing that eighty percent of it had been consumed, Yang Yi stopped again.

This time, he cultivated for an hour before he regained his depleted divine sense.

Yang Yi was very excited in his heart.

He'd gotten a glimpse of some of the natural textures.

"This is definitely not an ordinary stone texture, but some kind of Great Dao Divine Pattern! And it is also a Great Dao Divine Pattern related to life restoration!"

Yang Yi, who was aware of this situation, wanted to spy more and more on the mystery of the divine pattern.

He shifted to another place, releasing his senses, observing the same texture in another area.

This time, after almost half an hour of observation, there were inexplicable changes in Yang Yi's body.

He clearly noticed that in his Soul Sea Purple Mansion, the pale cyan divine spirit power actually condensed a broken purple rune.

And as he looked deeper into the texture, the purple runes were gradually filling in the gaps.

It wasn't until an hour later that Yang Yi felt a dizziness in his head, his divine sense was completely exhausted, and the purple rune was completely condensed, so he stopped observing and hurriedly resumed his exercises.

This time, it took him two hours to finally recover the consumed divine spirit power.

After recovering, Yang Yi was pleasantly surprised to find that his divine spirit power had broken through, as if he had improved by a level.

Not only that, but his divine soul also seemed to have improved, reaching the late stage of the soul condensation stage, and he was about to be consummated!

The purple runes condensed by the divine power before suddenly melted into the divine soul, causing the divine soul to be dyed with a faint purple halo, which looked more and more supernatural.

After taking a closer look, Yang Yi found that he seemed to have a trace of understanding of the level of life.

But when I think about it, I don't seem to realize anything.

It's a subtle feeling, and it's hard to find.

Yang Yi shook his head secretly, changed his direction again, and continued to release his divine sense, carefully perceiving the same texture.

It didn't take long for Yang Yi to smile bitterly and shake his head, and found that the kind of texture that he had just seen on the Mingjian Rock was actually all hidden in the starfall, and he could no longer see it.

Not only this texture, but the other two textures are also disappearing.

It's as if there is something spiritual hidden in this starfall stone, and it senses that someone has stolen its things, so it doesn't want to show it anymore.

Seeing that more than ten hours had passed, Yang Yi simply stopped caring about the texture.

He rested for a while, ate something he had prepared, and then turned his attention to the scratches.

has figured out the law of scratches before, and Yang Yi naturally has a clear and definite perception plan.

The scratches on the Ming Sword Rock, he naturally had to feel the fist marks and gun marks first.

The second is the mark, if time permits, there are several others, you might as well take a look.

There are more than 100,000 scratches, and there are many martial arts wills that are actually repeated.

For example, the power of the fist, with one punch, can leave hundreds of fist marks in the same area.

The martial arts will in these fist marks is actually one kind.

You only need to feel one or two fist marks to understand the true meaning of this punch, and there is no need to feel other fist marks around you.

Yang Yi stared carefully at one of the fist marks, carefully released his divine sense, and probed towards the fist marks.

The next moment, Yang Yi felt that a terrifying, powerful fist intent as if destroying the world suddenly hit his head.

"What a strong fist intent!"

Yang Yi was shocked, but he did not withdraw his divine sense, but let the fist intent blast into his mind.

He hurriedly ran the Heart Sutra of the Great Ming King and guarded the Purple Mansion Divine Soul.

After that fist intent blasted into his soul sea, it suddenly turned into a huge fist and blasted towards his Purple Mansion without hesitation!

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