Outside the area surrounded by the stone peaks, three Jiedan monks probed in the air, and their divine consciousness spread out, enveloping a radius of thirty miles. One of them was Elder Gao Yue of Dragon Control City.

Gao Yue searched carefully for a full quarter of an hour before he said, "There is no trace, what about you?"

The Heavenly Falling Sect and the Jiedan Monk of the Mo Evil Sect shook their heads and said, "No, there is no trace at all. Senior Brother Gao, let's go back, these two squads are missing, just report to the sect. ”

Gao Yue's face was gloomy, and she said, "One of them is a disciple of the city lord. Keep checking for a while. ”

The female cultivator of the Mo Evil Sect frowned and said: "Senior Brother Gao, the enemy who attacked the trial team has fled, we have also checked, it is the foundation building monk of the Taoist sect, the enemy's tentacles are already so close, we have to go back to the city and wait for the sect to support." If a monk attacked the city, the damage would be even greater. ”

The elder of the Tianluo Gate also said the same, persuading Gao Yue to turn around immediately.

According to the rules, the three of them walked together, and there were already two people who wanted to go back, Gao Yue had no choice, he stared at the bottom hatefully, and said, "You wait for me." ”

After that, Gao Yue cast a spell, and thirty-six rays of light fell from the sky and blasted into the earth below, leaving a clear mark.

"Let's go. After Gao Yue left the spell mark, he reluctantly followed the two Jiedan monks to leave. It would take a few months for the spell mark to disappear, and once the disciples of Dragon Control City appeared, they would be able to sense it, and with this spell legacy, they would be able to know it from three hundred miles away.

Ye Ting didn't know that the people outside were looking for the two squads, he collected his mind, stabilized his feelings, and slowly turned the Qinglian Sword Song to the second page.

In the center of the yellowed paper, an ink mark hits the bottom of the eye, and the stroke from top to bottom is vertical and straight.

A voice sounded in Ye Tingzi's sea of knowledge without warning, and those mud couldn't block it.

"Ye Ting, you are guilty!"

Ye Ting's soul sat in the green lotus, pure and immaculate, all the impurities were taken away by the power of cause and effect, he was a little dazed, what is my sin?

This feeling was too short-lived, Ye Ting himself didn't realize it, and immediately, in the mud, the memories of the tenth generation trembled with this voice.

Ye Ting couldn't think of anything, he just felt that his soul trembled, and thousands of emotions hit him.

This thought had no cause and no effect, but it made Ye Ting burst into tears. A sword intent appeared silently in the sea of purple mansion knowledge and submerged into Ye Ting's soul.

Ye Ting's three thousand six hundred and ten acupuncture points vibrated at the same time, and in his soul, the time sword intent, the Qinglian Angry Sea sword intent, and the second sword intent of this Qinglian Sword Song were entangled and fused with each other.

Looking at the sword score again, under the vertical ink marks, there are a few more lines of handwriting.

It reads: In the seventeenth year, the Devil May Cry National Master refined 30,000 babies as tools, and I went to it with a sword, and asked and beheaded it on the street, it hurt!

The handwriting is flying and dancing, but it does not have the arrogance of the first article, but condenses the unspeakable pain, which turns into an image in front of Ye Ting's eyes.

Thousands of miles of Hanhai, the Xiongcheng stands upright, and on both sides of the long earthy yellow street, the people kneel. One hundred and eighty shirtless men carried a huge chariot. On top of the giant chariot, in the center of the golden lotus throne, there was a thin monk.

The monk wears a pale red robe, his eyebrows are lowered, and there is a sense of compassion.

The giant chariot stopped, and the young man in Tsing Yi and the iron sword stopped in front of him. The monk suddenly opened his eyes, and in his pupils, a blood-red vortex rotated in the opposite direction, and the yellow sand flew up, turning crimson, like a rolling sea of blood, rushing towards the boy. In the red sand, the mournful cry of a baby sounded, which was terrible.

The young man turned a blind eye, his expression was sad, he raised his iron sword, and shouted: "Devil May Cry, you are guilty!"

In the monk's eyes, the blood-colored vortex only stopped slightly, and the young man's figure had turned into a meteor, jumped up, and slashed down with a sword. The monk's neck broke, and a head flew into the sky.

In the red sand, 30,000 blood babies were inexplicably angry and rushed towards the boy. On the young man's body, the cyan lotus shadow bloomed and spread, and 30,000 blood babies were ambushed with a sword.

Looking at the young man again, his eyebrows were raised like swords, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes, he looked around at the people kneeling on both sides of the long street, and abandoned his sword. On the long street, the boy's voice echoed: Fight for the tiger......

The second style of Qinglian Sword Song - Asking for Guilt and Slashing.

Ye Ting's three thousand six hundred and ten acupuncture points withered at the same time, and his true qi was gone. In the sea of purple mansions, on the blue lotus of the demon world, the soul is sad and can't help himself.

He didn't know where the remorse came from, and the memory of the tenth life was stuck in the mud, close at hand, as far as the end of the world.

Master, I'm sorry for you!

The grains of sand formed by memory trembled in the mud, but he shouldn't be greedy, stretched out his hand, and let the Buddha's karma pollute the god list, ruined the sect's reliance, and 300,000 miles of rivers and mountains sank, and millions of years of inheritance were cut off.

If you ask about sin, you can ask about the karma of sins in previous lives.

The rhythm of the Qinglian Sword Song flows, and the condensate chapter quietly appears, this one does not need to be comprehended, and it goes straight to the hearts of the people. The deeper the pain, the faster the realization.

Three thousand six hundred and ten acupuncture points contracted, and the true qi gradually condensed, all the acupoints shrank by a hundred times, and the true qi also condensed by a hundred times. The condensate is perfect, and the first glimpse of the doorway.

I don't know how long it has been before Ye Ting opened his eyes, his cheeks were cold. In his eyes, the sadness was still there, but he didn't know where xù came from.

He already knew what it was like. I can't understand what I am.

Use your own pain to break the opponent's defense. As soon as the other party's heart is broken, he will naturally invite the sword intent to come and kill him. In the sword spectrum, the young man is just condensation, and the Devil May Cry National Teacher has already been married.

I learned this sword by myself, but I don't know the cause and effect.

Pain, pain!

The handwriting on the sword book was like a sharp blade, tumbling in Ye Ting's heart. Ye Ting slowly lay down, turned his head sideways, and the sword spectrum and the Earth Flame Sword were in front of him. Below is the world of freedom, where a qiē is upside down. I was trapped here, alone in pain, in tears, so lonely.

Ye Ting, you have to live.

Father's face emerged, looking lovingly into Ye Ting's eyes.

Okay, I'm going to live. Regardless of the past life, just look at this life!

Ye Ting sat up suddenly, grabbed the Earth Flame Sword in his hand, and shouted angrily: "Ye Ting, you are guilty!"

In the space, there is the echo of Ye Ting. You are convicted! You are convicted......

A sword light lit up in Ye Ting's Purple Mansion Consciousness Sea, slashing towards Ye Ting's soul. In Ye Ting's soul, there was also a sword light flying up and meeting him.

"I'm not guilty. ”

Ye Ting put away his sword, his voice trembled a little, and said to himself.

In the sea of purple mansions, the sword light struck, and the two dissipated. Ye Ting instantly felt physically and mentally exhausted, and the true qi in his body was consumed by more than ninety percent, and he was almost exhausted.

The soul on the green lotus also slowly fell, and the green lotus closed up, protecting Ye Ting's soul. Ye Ting fell into a coma, but he was still sitting upright on the ground, holding the Earth Flame Long Sword, and the four-foot blade of the sword was horizontal in front of his knees.

When he woke up again, it was already three days later, Ye Ting felt that he was full of energy, and the pain in his heart disappeared. It turns out that this is a practice that sharpens one's soul repeatedly.

This sword is even more dangerous than Qinglian's angry sea, it is easy to learn by yourself, but it is difficult to master it.

Because I am a little afraid now, I am afraid that when I go to practice again, I will not be able to bear the sword down. In the midst of pain, it is easy to make choices, and in happiness, you have to lose courage.

If you don't have to ask about sin, you can continue to practice. The Qinglian Sword Song has been generated, and the time is flowing, and the three thousand six hundred and ten acupuncture points are extremely full, and they are no longer worried about stealing the true qi from the ten purgatory spaces.

Now that swordsmanship has been glimpsed, why bother pursuing small successes?

Looking back, after he completed his sinful cultivation, the power of Qinglian Fuhai increased significantly, and the subsequent changes were in his heart, and this feeling of control was not the time when he controlled the Heavenly Thunder Forbidden Pill.

To practice, or not to practice?

Ye Ting looked at the reflection below him, and couldn't help but think of the lights on the other side of the dragon sacrifice platform. At that time, did you hesitate?

Ye Ting's gaze gradually firmed, he slowly raised the Earth Yan Sword, and said in a deep voice: "Ye Ting, you are guilty!"

Since then, Ye Ting has had no free time except for drinking the spiritual liquid to replenish nutrients and restore his true qi. In the midst of shouting, the time he was unconscious became shorter and shorter.

The pain in his heart has not diminished, but his soul has become more and more tenacious. The sword intent in the soul froze, and every time the duel with the descending sword light dissipated, the speed of recovery increased.

On the sixty-sixth, when Ye Ting slashed out the hundredth sword, he did not fall into a coma.

The consumption of true qi in the acupuncture points in the body is less than sixty percent.

Ask the guilty beheading, so far Xiaocheng!

Joy struck suddenly, Ye Ting lost the Earth Flame Sword, his hands formed a thunder seal, and in the midst of laughter, the three strikes of the Demon Thunder were released in succession, without even using the Heavenly Thunder Forbidden Pill.

Although he can only cut out one sword, after one sword, he still has combat power. A hundred swords are broken, and there will be a reward.

Put away the thunder seal, Ye Ting calculated the time, if the master still didn't come within a hundred days, he would have to use the escape talisman. Sixty-six days have passed, and I don't care if I wait another thirty-four days.

Every time you use the Escape Talisman, it is equivalent to consuming ten years of life for the master. It's just that the little heavenly thunder seal has not been completed, so it is better to continue to practice here.

When Ye Ting was at sea, the Little Heavenly Thunder Seal was already close to breaking through. It was just a malicious gaze that alerted him. Now this environment is closed, just to make up for the regret of the last time.

The bluestone is weird, hard and abnormal, and the place where the sword talisman tries to attack will slowly recover. If it is used as a target, the effect is better than that of the Cloak Demon.

Ye Ting was not in a hurry, he took the spiritual liquid first and restored his true qi. When his physical condition was adjusted to the best, Ye Ting released the Heavenly Thunder Forbidden Pill.

With the previous experience, Ye Ting's hands changed the thunder seal, and the speed became faster and faster, and in the cave, the bluestone powder was flying, and the thunder was rolling, and it was repeatedly agitated. Ye Ting didn't control it at all, and his true qi was rapidly consumed. Seeing that the true qi was about to be exhausted, Ye Ting dispersed the thunder seal, took a Demon Hanyuan Pill, and used the Demon God Spell Breaking Method to slowly stimulate the Dan Pattern, and then swallowed it in his abdomen.

The true qi is surging, endless, Ye Tingchang roared, and his hands formed a thunder seal again.

When the three thunder seals in his hand no longer changed and merged into one, a thunderbolt burst out without warning and slammed into the stone wall. A bucket-like hole appeared, ten feet deep!