The deep eyes of the old monk of Donghu shone with a wise light, the power on the staff in his hand gradually converged, the heaven and the earth returned to calm, and some snowflakes-like dust gradually fell to the ground, but the thousand heavy dust mountains turned by nearly a thousand swords still stand.

These thousand mountains are like dreamy light and shadow, like a mirage, but they exude a strange smell of blood.

The smell comes from the sword slaves, and their masters.

When a person who is already close to the top of his power begins to spend his life trying to take revenge for one thing, this person's will has already surpassed his cultivation itself.

In the place where these famous swords set off from the sky, those sword slaves who could have become famous grandmasters in this world, but used their natal vitality and all the past worlds to nourish these famous swords, have all died.

The skin of their master, the Night Stalker, had also bloomed outwards like a burned tortoise shell, his qi and blood were close to draining, and the essence light in his eyes and the frenzied fire in his eyes were gradually dimming, and he was not far from death.

This sword array not only surpassed his limit, but even a completely different level of strength, when it was completely formed at this time, this sword array had nothing to do with him.

If this sword array is compared to a giant tree, then he is just the flesh and blood nutrients that this giant tree sucks on the way to grow.

It stands to reason that he was exhausted at this time and should have died like those sword slaves, but with his amazing willpower, he was still alive, looking at the sword array from afar.

He had to live, he had to make sure that this sword array was inaccessible, and then he had to make sure he could see the death of the Nine Dead Silkworm Descendants.

For him, even if that young man was not the rebirth of Wang Jingmeng back then, it is now the most important pillar of the Bashan Sword Field, as long as that young man is killed, the Bashan Sword Field will eventually die.

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The old monk of Donghu quietly looked at the nearest few dust mountains, and then slowly stretched out the staff in his hand.

A glow shot out from between the rods, reaching into the mountains of dust.

These mountains of dust swayed, but the terrifying power contained in his glow was along an unknown channel, and I don't know where it emanated between heaven and earth.

"I can't break this sword formation. ”

The old monk of Donghu turned his head to look at Ding Ning and said seriously: "Although we can walk between these dust mountains, these dust mountains block my perception from the outside world. Even if it blocks the penetration of the vitality of the Eight Realms, everything we observe and see inside is under the laws of this sword array, and we will get lost in it. ”

Ding Ning nodded, glanced at the unconscious Fusu, made sure that his injuries were not more serious, and said at the same time: "This should have been a sword array that was enough to trap the Eight Realms. ”

"Can you get in or out?" asked the eldest grandson Qianxue, looking at Ding Ning.

In her perception, these thousands of dust mountains are not just mountains, but a changing and unknown world.

"If you can't get in or out, then there's no point in paying such a price. ”

Ding Ning couldn't see the night owl's situation at this time, but he could imagine what kind of price the other party would pay, he frowned deeply, and said: "I'm afraid this sword array is like a well, we are like frogs at the bottom of the well, we know where the world outside is, but we can't go out, and we can't use that mirror sky to distinguish the south, south, west, and northwest." ”

This analogy is not particularly appropriate, because the eldest grandson Qianxue knows that even the frog at the bottom of the well can still know where the sunrise and sunset are through the dark changes in light, but she knows what Ding Ning means.

"Can you break this sword formation?"

She took a deep breath, looked at Ding Ning and said.

"Trapping the Eight Realms requires the power of the Eight Realms. The magic circle itself is a means to improve the strength of the cultivator, and the night owl does not enter the eight realms, but the magic circle formed by these swords has formed a power that is enough to imprison the eight realms. Ding Ning shook his head, "Although I am infinitely close to the Eight Realms, and I have even sensed some of the mysteries of the Eight Realms in advance, I have not really stepped into the Eight Realms after all, so it is almost impossible to crack the laws of this magic circle." ”

"So we can only wait for someone to come, wait for someone to jump into this well? He made such a magic circle, and the power of this magic circle naturally cannot disappear quickly. ”

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, put down the Nine Nether King Sword in his hand, and let the long sword that had become pure and transparent insert itself into the ground in front of him.

At this time, the Thousand Heavy Dust Mountains seemed to be solidified, and there was no wind and snow between the heavens and the earth, and it was calm, but she knew very well that there would be another bloody storm soon.

"The sword intent and natal vitality are the purest and most condensed things between heaven and earth, and the night owl borrows this thousand swords, firstly, to use the power of the sword itself, and secondly, to maintain the long-term existence of this magic circle through the immortal and almost eternal sword intent and natal vitality remaining among these famous sword masters. ”

Ding Ning directly chose a dry place and sat down, and then continued, "But it's not just us who have a headache, the people outside who want to deal with us will also have a headache about what kind of method to take to deal with an Eight Realms." ”

He glanced at the old monk of Donghu and sighed with some emotion, "Your entry into the Eight Realms at this time is also an accident for those people, but they must face it." ”

The old monk of Donghu sat cross-legged under him respectfully, still asking for advice like a pious disciple listening to the teacher's lectures: "In the past, I just thought that you did not have a glimpse into the secrets of the Eight Realms, but today when I hear these words of yours, I know that this is not the case, but I don't understand, why did you stay at the top of the Seven Realms but did not enter the Eight Realms?"

"It's a choice. ”

Ding Ning looked at him and said calmly: "Pure power crushing will make cultivators lose the sharpness of defeating the strong with the weak, or fighting with the same true element strength, and it will make many battles too simple, so that people will form simple habits, and they will no longer carefully comprehend the subtlety of some sword intent." If we lose this determination, everything becomes simple and casual, and we will naturally become lazy, which will affect our future practice. ”

"Other than that, there is no one else in front of me, no master telling me how to go from the Seven Realms to the Eight Realms. ”

After a pause, Ding Ning continued with a slight self-deprecation, "I always thought that if you are already the first in the world in the Seven Realms, and no one is your opponent, you are not in a hurry to enter the Eighth Realm at all, it is better to go more cautiously." No one will feel that they have not made any mistakes in all the previous stages of cultivation, and if they go more carefully and better in some critical stages, they will be stronger in the future. If I simply said that cultivation is like building a wall, my thoughts during that time were just about making the foundation of the wall as stable as possible. Try to make up for some deficiencies in the previous practice. ”

The old monk of Donghu Huo Ranwu, and beyond Ding Ning's words, he felt more meaning, and said convincingly: "Because back then, the opponent you thought was always yourself, you thought that the seven realms were the foundation and the eight realms were the beginning, and you wanted to challenge the nine realms in the world of the previous cultivators who only had legends, but almost no one had reached. ”

Ding Ning nodded slowly, was silent for a few breaths, and said: "As you said before, it's okay not to know, but I know that there is an unusually beautiful scenery ahead, and if I can't see it, I will always regret it." ”

The old monk of Donghu was also silent for a moment, he suddenly thought of something, and some envy sparked in his eyes, "You said that in the process of cultivation in a cultivator's life, he will always make some mistakes, such as the wrong exercises to choose when he is practicing in the second and third realms, and some of the wrong means of cultivation, which will leave hidden diseases in the body, or they will not be able to change them in the future. But if a practitioner has enough time to start over and practice again, then he will naturally know where he has gone wrong, and he will not make any more mistakes and correct them. You now have this opportunity with the help of the Nine Dead Silkworms. ”

Ding Ning didn't deny it, looked up at the black sky above, and said, "If you have enough time, you should have a better chance of coming into contact with the legendary Nine Realms." ”