After a long period of intoxication, Lu San put away the bronze mirror with satisfaction, and put all kinds of jade boxes, medicine bottles, and spirit stones that no longer had the slightest spiritual power into a storage bag.

After carefully grooming and dressing, he walked out of the house and went outside to the mountainside.

Looking at the familiar scenery, Lu San's eyes were full of emotion.

"Finally, there is some spiritual power to drive. ”

With a slight movement between his fingers, a green light came out in response, shuttling back and forth between the mountain peaks, flying up and down.

"It's really different with spiritual power, and it's finally a little handy to control the light sword. ”

Lu San looked at the green mangs flying wantonly, and thought in his heart: "Since Xiao Ding is not absorbing spiritual power, I can slowly condense the mana spiritual liquid for Xiao Ding to absorb." Then pile up the remaining spiritual power in the sea of qi so that I can use it myself, so that although the mana cultivation will drop by a large level, it is better than nothing. ”

"Quack, I'm really a talent!"

Lu San smiled to himself, raised his hand to the flying Hui Guang, the Hui Light seemed to have a sense, and returned to Lu San at a very fast speed, and when the sound of breaking the air was faint, the Hui Light was already horizontal in front of Lu San!

As soon as he urged the law to be decided, the spiritual power in the sea of qi spread throughout his body, Lu San's eyes flashed, and his hands clenched hard, "Bang! bang!" There was a muffled sound, as if the air had been pinched and exploded!

Feeling the spiritual power in his body, Lu San was unable to control himself, and then opened his mouth and roared!

The roar came out, resounding through Zhengyang Peak, and the depressed mood of many days was suddenly swept away.

After roaring, Lu San was in a good mood, jumped up with a light tap under his feet, and jumped on top of the Huiguang Sword, and injected spiritual power into the sword body, only to see that the Huiguang Sword was shocked, and the sword body skyrocketed, and it directly turned into a giant sword that was more than three meters long and two feet wide!

The blue light of the sword body flowed, like clear water, Lu San stood on it and turned his mind, the giant sword shook, and the green light on it was slightly bright, and he slowly started and went towards the distant sky.

The white robe on his body was hunting with a strong air current, and his white hair flew all over the sky.

Lu San didn't have the spiritual power to cover himself, feeling the gale blowing in his face, he couldn't help but feel a heroic feeling in his heart, he just wanted to go straight up with the sword and see the magnificent scenery of the earth, mountains and rivers.

The thought of the mind will have an echo.

Hui Guang seemed to feel Lu San's mood, the blue light of the sword body suddenly blazed, a loud sword roared up, and the sword body suddenly accelerated, setting off a sharp explosion sound wave, straight towards the sky Heavy clouds and mist shot away!

The gale softened, and the sword sparkled unusually brilliantly.

Performing the art of levitation, suspended in mid-air.

Lu San looked confused, staring blankly at the distant sword, speechless for a long time.

Suddenly accelerated, he couldn't react, he was embarrassed...

A quarter of an hour later.

Lu San stood on a huge rock, his face expressionless.

There was a small sword floating in front of him, moving to the left for a while, moving to the right for a while, and making a few sword sounds for a while, which revealed a sense of grievance, which was very sympathetic.

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The mountain gate of the Shengyan Sect is located directly south of the sect gate and consists of two huge stone pillars.

There is a huge stone standing in front of the stone pillar on the right side in front of the mountain gate, and there are three big characters of "Shengyanzong" written on it, the handwriting is powerful, and it is vigorous and vigorous.

From the flat stone platform in front of the mountain gate, entering the Shengyan Sect is a square, the square is not too big and connected with three wide main roads, leading to the Lingxu Mountain in the east, Chengyi Mountain in the west and Zhengyang Peak in the center of the Shengyan Sect, and there are many stone road branches scattered among the secluded mountains on the three main roads.

Not far from the foot of Zhengyang Peak, there is a huge square called Qingjingtai, there is a stone tablet standing in the center of Qingjingtai, the stele is huge, the weather is majestic, it is like a huge mountain, it is placed on the square after being refined by life!

Its stele body reveals a strong and extremely strong killing atmosphere, every time the stele is close to a point, the killing atmosphere becomes more and more intense, making people's hearts have boundless fear, shuddering, as if they are in a tragic battlefield.

The front of the stele is unusually smooth, as if there is a giant sword in the sky, cutting the stele from top to bottom, cutting off as much as half of it.

The overall surface of the stele is dark green, just like a quiet deep pool without waves in the mountains. On it is a small character with a fly's head, densely extending from the top of the stele to the lower part of the stele, accounting for more than two-thirds of the entire stele.

What is inscribed on it is the names of the fallen monks of the Holy Yan Sect, each of whom is an ancestor who has fought for the Holy Yan Sect.

Every word on the stele is carved by the supreme sect of the Holy Yan Sect with great mana, each word is shining white on the surface of the stele, if you look at it from a distance, it is like a heavenly monument that has been born, guarding this heaven and earth.

The stele has bones, and the iron blood is magnificent!

It is the famous Heaven-shaking Monument of the Holy Yan Sect!

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Every day, many disciples from various peaks come to the Purification Platform and sit around the Heaven-Shaking Monument to sharpen themselves.

Some disciples who have cultivated to the highest level are sitting cross-legged only five or six zhang away from the Heaven-Shaking Monument, closing their eyes tightly one by one, silently exercising the Fa decision, putting themselves in the boundless coercion and killing atmosphere, realizing the sacrifice and heroic intentions of their ancestors, sharpening their courage and will, tempering their cultivation mana, and stimulating their own potential, in the hope that they can make a breakthrough in adversity and break through the bottleneck of the current realm.

Every time you get close to the stele, it is a challenge to yourself, and every time you move forward, it is a sharpening of yourself.

Only with indomitable will and unwavering determination can we advance towards the stele again and again.

As the saying goes: "The edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." "That's it!

Of course, each disciple has different talents, different mental wills, and has its own limits, and if you insist on moving forward desperately, you will only hurt yourself.

Therefore, the disciples who have always practiced in front of the Earthquake Monument will be sternly warned not to rush for quick success, but to do it slowly.

Cultivation is not a one-day effort.

Although there are stern warnings, there are still disciples from time to time, because they challenge their own limits, they can't control the size of it, and they are seriously injured in the light and damaged in the Daoji. In the end, the sect had no choice but to add a group of Dharma protector deacons who took turns to guard the vicinity to ensure that if a disciple had a condition, he could be treated quickly and reduce the occurrence of accidents.

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Today, there are also many disciples who sit in front of the Earthquake Monument to sharpen themselves, they are one by one in the thick killing aura of hard work, from time to time there are disciples who can't support it, they will automatically stand up, lightly retreat to the periphery to meditate and recover, and when they are almost recovered, they will walk back to their original position step by step, sit down cross-legged and continue to practice.

And just when everyone was closing their eyes and concentrating on penance, they saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sitting cross-legged in the back position, his eyes closed and his face pale, as if he was struggling to support.

"Ahh

Suddenly, the young man screamed violently, as if he had been greatly frightened, and his face was full of terror, and he did not stand up, but stepped back with his feet in a hurry!

The surrounding disciples who were practicing were disturbed by this exclamation, and their faces all showed more or less dissatisfied looks.

Among them, a young man in a gray robe stood up and walked quickly to the young man, held the young man up, and said with concern: "Xiaofan, what's wrong with you?

"Senior Brother Jiang, I..."

The young man was asked by the young man in front of him, and his face was immediately flushed, squeaked, and he didn't say anything for a long time.