Two days later, Fang gradually left his clothes and appeared neatly in front of the ancestral hall.

"You've been in the room for two days, is it really useful?" said Dahai looked at him strangely.

The first two months have been worn off, and Fang gradually left the door behind closed for two days, is it possible that something will change.

"Two days is enough to change your mindset. Fang gradually said lightly.

He didn't say that he had actually experienced a lot in the room in the past two days, first trying to suppress the impatience in his heart, and then relaxing.

After all, it is a two-month of anxiety, even for the self-control of Fang gradually leaving, this is still not a simple process. And two days is a short time.

Looking at the ancestral hall that looked like a giant beast lying down, Fang gradually moved away from his eyes and slowly approached.

The familiar emptiness, the familiar silence, and the familiar repression.

Standing in front of the sword pool, Fang gradually left his face solemnly: "If it continues, even if I adjust it for another ten thousand years, there will be no change." ”

It seems that it is necessary to take risks, and it is no longer realistic to seek comfort here.

After two days of thorough reflection, Fang gradually let go of his mind, if he wanted not to be affected by the uncomfortable feeling in the group hall, he had to make a complete change.

Fang gradually looked down at the sword pool, the water in the pool was silent, black like a deep passage.

Fang gradually jumped to stand on top of the sword pool, his face resolute.

Since I can't realize the God of the Sword, then I'll see it for myself!

Fang gradually opened his arms and allowed himself to fall into the sword pool in an instant.

Poof, the water in the sword pool only rippled slightly, and not even a drop of water splashed out of the pool.

In the sword pool, the cold sword pool stagnant needle muscle skull, Fang gradually left his ears and was full of the humming sound of the pond water fluctuations.

The sword pool is not too deep, there are many broken swords in it, and Fang gradually leaves easily, and it is easy to reach the bottom.

Black, here is the endless black, ten thousand times more depressing than in the hall, a terrifying sense of loneliness seems to completely submerge Fang Yuanli.

"Ten breaths at most, stay here at most ten breaths, otherwise my mind will be completely lost. Fang gradually speculated.

Time is too precious to be wasted, he immediately thought.

There is no doubt that the sword pool is definitely related to the giant sword in the outside world, but why this place is so chilling from the bottom of my heart, I don't understand it until now.

He struggled to keep his eyes open and looked around with bated breath.

It was still dark, but he had gradually gotten used to it, and he began to see a vague shadow of the broken sword.

The time of five breaths had passed, and Fang gradually left to scan his surroundings, obviously looking at the sword pool that was not too big from the outside, but at this time, it seemed to be boundless.

Eight breaths passed, and Fang gradually left his body from the cold to stiffness, and his limbs were numb.

Halfway through the nine breaths, Fang gradually got up without hesitation and quickly walked towards the pool.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw a black light and shadow passing by his side, and the faint feeling made Fang gradually touch.

That fluctuation, even the sword intent seed in his body reacted.

But at this time, it was already at the last moment, Fang Yanli could not continue to stay, his foot was a little on the broken sword, and he rushed out of the sword pool with a bang.

When he landed, his clothes were dry, and the water of the sword pool did not touch his body.

And Fang gradually left his complexion was normal at first, then gradually white, and finally miserable, until it was dark blue.

The boundless loneliness and depression crushed over, making Fang Wanli almost collapse on the spot.

Walked out of the hall quickly, sat cross-legged and breathed for half an hour, and Fang gradually left's face returned to its original state.

But he soon became excited:

"There is no doubt that the light and shadow are related to my sword intent seed, and although my choice is risky, it is worth trying. ”

He is not afraid of failure, as long as there is a glimmer of opportunity, there will always be a successful day.

Standing up, with a solemn face, he re-entered the temple.

Throwing himself into the pool, Fang Yuanli's eyes adapted much faster this time, and finally saw the black light and shadow again around the eighth breath.

Even in the dark pool, the black is so deep that it seems to swallow people's eyes.

Fang gradually stared at it with his eyes, and suddenly found that after floating in the pool for a while, this cloud of light and shadow actually flew directly into the darkness in the distance.

There was still a time to breathe here, Fang gradually left his hand to stop it, and the light and shadow hit his arm, and in an instant, there seemed to be a flash of spiritual light in Fang Wan's centrifugation, but it was fleeting.

The next moment, Fang gradually left the sword pool, and his whole body was cold.

After pranayama, he entered the pool for the third time, and this time he did not hesitate to grasp the black light and shadow.

There was a rumbling sound in his mind, as if there was thunder and lightning striking, and Fang gradually left as if he saw some black fragments.

Fourth, fifth......

After a whole day, Fang Yuanli could still only see some black fragments.

From the black fragment, Fang gradually also vaguely felt the colossal aura of the Qiankun Giant Sword, obviously his choice was correct.

This undoubtedly made Fang gradually centrifugal and determined, as long as he found the right direction, he was not afraid of failure again and again.

He knew that if he had enough time, he would sit outside the sword pool, maybe two or three years, and he would be able to gain something, but he couldn't afford to wait at that time.

Only this kind of risky move can win in the face of danger.

So in the following time, Fang gradually returned to the boring days before.

It's just that unlike before, this time he has a lot more risks, and he needs to be vigilant at all times not to stay in the sword pool for too long.

Although he didn't verify it in person, he felt that if he stayed in the sword pool for a long time, he was afraid that the end would be extremely miserable.

There are only 10 breaths at a time, and after 10 breaths, you need to breathe for half an hour, which seems to be very laborious, but it also tries to ensure that it is safe.

Moreover, in Fang Yanli's opinion, it was extremely convenient for him to comprehend that kind of sword god.

They had already touched the God of the Sword, and Fang Yanli had almost guessed what the Sword Intent Seed in his body might be.

It should be the sword intent related to darkness and loneliness, which can be confirmed by the observation for a long time to come.

After all, if the charm of a sword intent is like this, it must be inseparable from it.

"With such a sword intent, it is bound to kill extremely terrifying, and it may even be able to kill the enemy invisibly. Fang Yuanli exclaimed.

Time became more and more precious, and in order to get the third sword pattern out in five months, Fang gradually left to shuttle back and forth between the two floating islands without even having time to talk to Lu Dahai.

As time passed, he could see more and more black fragments in the sword pool, like a pitch-black picture, and all Fang had to do was observe and write it down, and then reproduce it in his own visualization to make a third slash.

As soon as the third sword fell, the three swords were patterned, and Fang gradually left this place, as for what inheritance sword Xihe Daojun wanted to take, let him go.