Guo Yang recognized them word by word, and those golden words seemed to have a strange power. He obviously seemed to be able to read the word just now, and the next breath was extremely strange.

These golden words are integrated into one, and they are constantly broken and recombined to form another text, which never stops, never finishes reading.

And the most terrifying thing is that these words seem to have a demonic power, which is slowly attracting Guo Yang to the past, infinitely closer.

Guo Yang's head was dizzy, and his heart panicked. He didn't know what would happen if he was sucked into the golden words.

"Is it devoured?" Guo Yang was shocked. He wanted to use his Sky Trick to stay away from this stone wall. Unexpectedly, the Sky Command, which can usually be moved to more than a dozen zhang in an instant, can only move a small distance that is not noticeable.

Guo Yang panicked.

Swallowed up by golden text, that's no joke!

Guo Yang desperately used the Sky Commanding Technique, and the little distance he teleported out every time was not enough for those golden words to attract him.

Although Guo Yang struggled hard, he was inevitably torn apart in the end and melted into the stone wall.

Guo Yang's eyes were shining with golden light, and he couldn't open his eyes at all. He simply closed his eyes and gave up resistance.

He felt an invisible flood tearing him apart, like a broken leaf in a great wave.

Especially the spiritual sea in his dantian was rubbed by this force, constantly changing shapes, constantly shattering, and constantly being reorganized.

There was a faint sound of unknowable chanting in his ears.

"The sword of heaven, chaos is the embryo. Heaven and earth cultivate, the five elements nourish, yin and yang temper the ......"

"Drawing the sun and the moon, swallowing the stars, and going through the cold and summer ......"

"The wonder of change...... The power of thunder ......"

"Split Clouds......

"The ...... of the Ground Slash"

"Wonderful...... Silent, formless, ......"

"The ...... of divine thought, embryonic birth, qi cultivation, and blood nourishment"

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't leave a line for a thousand miles......"

Guo Yang pondered carefully and tried his best to piece together these words that inexplicably poured into his mind. But all efforts were in vain.

Every word, when Guo Yang read it in time, shattered. Then, it transforms into another text.

Guo Yang tried to run the "Innate Mixed Yuan Gong", and gradually entered the ethereal realm.

He turned himself into formlessness and substance, silently crushed and reorganized by the power of the desolation, turning into golden particles, and becoming golden words by himself.

"The light of the sun, moon and stars...... The essence of the five elements of yin and yang......"

Guo Yang suddenly realized: "The god thinks of becoming a sword, becoming a sword embryo by itself, using the body as a sword, absorbing the essence of the sun, moon and stars of heaven and earth, absorbing the five elements of yin and yang, and nourishing it with qi and blood, you can practice a formless and qualitative spirit sword!"

"This is a sword method! Why is it a sword method?" Guo Yang couldn't figure it out for a while.

He felt the formless and qualitative self, and in that invisible power, he went with the flow.

After several hours, Guo Yang was surprised to find that this mysterious power seemed to be an incomparably complex cycle.

This discovery greatly boosted Guo Yang's spirits.

He began to taste it carefully, and found that it was indeed the case!

It took Guo Yang several more hours to finally understand that the infinite cycle made by this mysterious power was exactly the route of spiritual power when his "Innate Mixed Yuan Gong" was circulating. Moreover, there are many more complex changes.

Guo Yang was overjoyed and slowly turned his mind into a sword.

Guo Yang tried hard to turn himself into a majestic golden flying sword. Unexpectedly, no matter how hard he struggled, it could only be a gray and simple little sword.

This little gray sword can only be regarded as a pale gray shadow at best. Because, it is too thin, Guo Yang is not careful, and this gray shadow may collapse.

Guo Yang carefully maintained the "Little Gray Sword", and under the tearing of that mysterious force, it kept circulating.

Gradually, Guo Yang found that the little gray sword had condensed slightly and turned into light gray.

Guo Yang slowly became familiar with the circular route.

He tried to control himself, to make the gray little sword speed up, or slow down.

In the beginning, it was hard. This mysterious power was too magnificent, and the little gray sword was like a thin leaf, and it couldn't be used at all.

Guo Yang struggled in vain and had to stop.

Guo Yang went with the flow, regained some of his strength, and began to struggle again.

This time, he changed his strategy slightly, not to carry the flow of the mysterious power, but to try to become a part of that part of the mysterious power.

Guo Yang carefully experienced the feeling of integrating into other forces, and suddenly found that he had become a little more relaxed. It's like the thin ice of spring, blending into the river?

The little gray sword became soft, fluctuating with the fluctuations of the mysterious power, tearing with the tearing of the mysterious power.

Guo Yang realized that it took a day to turn into a little gray sword. It took a day to immerse yourself and become a part of the mysterious force itself.

On the third day, Guo Yang began to be able to exist easily.

He doesn't resist, he doesn't give up, he doesn't have any fixed shape.

The little gray sword that Guo Yang turned into is silent, formless and substantial.

Guo Yang's mind moved, and the little gray sword teleported forward two or three feet. When he moved again, he instantly retreated half a foot.

Guo Yang was overjoyed that he was finally able to control himself.

Next, the little gray sword that Guo Yang had transformed became more and more comfortable in that mysterious power.

"When a fish enters the water, the reason why it can't teleport is because the fish is still a fish, and the water is still water. And the little gray sword can teleport in the mysterious power because the little gray sword itself is part of the mysterious power. Guo Yang suddenly reached a peculiar meditative state.

He changed his shape at will, changing his speed and direction as he pleased, weaving between the golden words without any obstacles.

And those golden words, too, changed their speed and direction at will, and passed through the little gray sword without any obstacles.

"The sword embryo seems to be there. But with such a weak sword, how can it hurt the enemy!" Guo Yang thought to himself?

He thought that he had turned into a huge person, and transformed the mysterious power of the golden words on the stone wall into his own spiritual power, which was running at high speed in the meridians of his body.

After experiencing discomfort for about half an hour, Guo Yang began to "cultivate" smoothly.

In the dantian, the little gray sword is not traceable, but this does not affect its speed. Guo Yang quickly figured out a way to control the little gray sword, and as long as he wanted to, the little gray sword would instantly appear anywhere in his meridians.

"It's the method of controlling the sword, and it's really the sword technique!" Guo Yang tasted the flow trajectory of the mysterious power, and found that it was really close to his own "Innate Mixed Yuan Gong", and it was even more mysterious.

Guo Yang's heart moved slightly, and he said secretly: "Since it is formless and substantial, then it can be transformed into tangible and qualitative according to my mind, right?"

He tried to convert the little gray sword into a small fireball of fire bombing, and he did it casually.

"This set of swordsmanship is really wonderful. It is not limited to what attribute or form at all, it is free to do as you like, silently. Guo Yang couldn't help but be overjoyed, ten fingers like an orchid, and "sneered" casually popped up more than a dozen small fireballs.

These small fireballs seem to be ordinary low-level spells Fire Bullet Technique, but in fact, they are mixed with all the attributes that Guo Yang has learned, such as Fire Bomb Technique, Wind Blade Technique, Ice Spike Technique, etc., and even, it is also mixed with an invisible and textureless little gray sword.

With a loud "boom", Guo Yang suddenly woke up from the illusion.

He was startled by what he saw.

I saw a cave of twenty or thirty zhang in size, full of holes, and even more than a dozen deep holes the size of a skull, more than a zhang deep. These deep holes, to the eye, seem to have been melted by the heat, and seem to have been blown by the wind, forming strange spiral ripples.

The strangest thing is that three feet away from Guo Yang, a sloppy and sloppy strange old man, his dirty clothes are full of holes, as if he has just been torn by a group of wild dogs.

"Taishi Ancestor......" Guo Yang was a little confused, and he didn't know how to speak.

"Stinky boy, there are still three hours to go, you monkey is in a hurry! you have wasted three whole hours!" the old man muttered to himself with a headache, as if he had lost a rare treasure.

"Taishi Zu, I'm sorry, my understanding is too poor, and I wasted three hours. "Guo Yang is serious this time. This set of Lingyuan sword techniques is not too much even if it is called a peerless sword technique. The old man is so gracious, of course Guo Yang remembers it deeply.

"Forget it, the old man wasted more than three hours back then. The old man sighed and whispered.

Guo Yang's sword is three days and three nights, and when he woke up at this time, he felt hungry in his belly, sleepy and weak, and his dantian spiritual power was seriously consumed, and he was about to bottom out.

He took out two True Yuan Pills and swallowed them, only then did he recover a little.

"Go ahead. The old man said suddenly.

"Why are you going?" asked Guo Yang strangely.

"When the time is up, go and beat Nawen Gang into a pig's head. After the old man finished speaking lightly, he disappeared on the spot.