The top of Zuling Mountain, white jade is the step, bluestone paving, it is a huge square, the center of the square, there is a nine-zhang high bronze tripod, three legs and two ears, the tripod body is engraved with flowers, birds, insects and fish, like the most primitive text, with the precipitation of time, simple and mysterious. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Wan Chunqiu's eyes were also fixed on Da Ding, falling into a long time of contemplation and memory.

Qinglian looked at everything around curiously, Wan Chunqiu said that he would bring him to practice swords, so he brought him to this place.

"Do you know what is the most powerful power in this world?" Wan Chunqiu suddenly spoke, but without waiting for Qinglian to answer, he continued: "It is time, everything, in the face of time, will decay, and any powerful force, in the face of time, will become powerless. ”

Qinglian didn't nod, and in her heart she agreed with Wan Chunqiu's statement, the so-called immortality among the immortal cultivators was based on the concept of time.

"The lifespan of all spirits in heaven and earth has a limit, no more than 10,000 years, and I had a nirvana because of an accident, which made me have a comprehension of the avenue of time.

Time, which exists between heaven and earth, is also free from all things, dominating the evolution of the world, life and death, and reincarnation......

I integrated the power of time into the swordsmanship and created three swords, namely Shaohua, Time, and Years, I will practice them first, and you can see them carefully. ”

Hearing this, Qinglian hurriedly retracted her mind and watched Wan Chunqiu's movements seriously, only to see a wooden sword suddenly appear in her hand, yes, it was a pure wooden sword, without any carving.

"Shaohua. ”

Wan Chunqiu shouted, and the sword in his hand also moved, how to say it, this sword gives people the feeling that it is too slow and too weak, Wan Chunqiu is like an old and frail old man, unable to raise the sword, swinging slowly, without any lethality.

But at this time, Qinglian, who was standing opposite Wan Chunqiu, would definitely not think so.

At the moment when Wan Chunqiu swung his sword, he seemed to be in a state of illusion, and those beautiful moments that had appeared in his life all appeared in front of him, making him unable to give birth to the slightest idea of resisting, even if he knew that these were all fake.

By the time he finally got out of the illusion, the wooden sword had already stopped in front of his eyebrows.

"Time. ”

Wan Chunqiu seemed to be deliberately waiting for him to wake up, and the moment he sobered up, he took out his sword again, this sword was neither fast nor slow, but he still couldn't dodge or resist.

This sword, before the sword arrived, a mysterious power contained in the wooden sword had invaded his body and soul, and he felt that the vitality in his body was flowing outward at a terrifying speed, and in a few breaths, he seemed to have finished his life, from a seven or eight-year-old child to an old man who was about to close his eyes when the oil ran out.

Wan Chunqiu collected the sword in time, and this sword did not stab the time, otherwise the power of time contained in this sword may really be able to turn Qinglian into an embryo of loess.

Countless beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, he was really frightened by this sword, the power of time, it could be terrifying.

After a long time, Qinglian calmed down, and her eyes returned to clear and bright.

"Well, there is no enlightenment or anything. Wan Chunqiu didn't continue to swing his sword, but looked at Qinglian and asked.

"Mood. Qinglian spit out these two words with difficulty.

"Yes, these three swordsmanship is not about the moves, but the hidden artistic conception in them, you can have this understanding, and it also proves that you have a relationship with it, but this last sword, I can't teach you now. ”

"These two swords are enough, thank you for teaching them. "Qinglian thank you.

"The third sword requires a strong comprehension of the Dao of Time, even if it is me, I can only use it once in my life, so there is no way to teach it to you, and I don't want you to learn this last sword. Wan Chunqiu shook his head.

Qinglian was stunned for a moment, and instantly realized that this so-called last sword must have great hidden dangers, and it may even be a move that will end up together.

"Okay, this wooden sword is part of my body, and it was conceived by me with the power of time, and it is most suitable for you to use this sword to comprehend Shaohua and time. ”

With a flick, the wooden sword fell into his hand, and it was so light that it seemed to be able to float in the void on its own without any strength.

The moment Qinglian held the wooden sword, inside the wooden sword, she felt a mysterious power, flowing in the wooden sword like a stream of water, but this water flow was even more ethereal.

Is this the power of time?

Qinglian carefully felt this mysterious power, and when she raised her head, she found that Wan Chunqiu had not left, but just turned around and looked at the void in front of her, as if she could see something he couldn't see, and was silent.

"Teacher, what kind of place is this?" Finally, Qinglian couldn't hold back the doubts in her heart and asked.

"This was once the holy place of the entire demon clan. ”

Wan Chunqiu's words without a beginning or end made Qinglian a little dazed, the demon clan's holy land was like this, anyway, he didn't see it at all.

"Okay, you can practice your sword here first!" commanded, Wan Chunqiu prepared to leave.

"Master, is this related to Qing and the demon god? Hearing the words Demon Clan's Holy Land, Qinglian thought of a possibility.

Wan Chunqiu paused, and said without replying: "This is the place where ten thousand demons once sacrificed to the demon gods, and it is also the entrance to the world of the Blue Emperor." ”

After speaking, Wan Chunqiu no longer gave Qinglian any chance to speak, and as soon as her figure turned, she completely disappeared.

"The entrance to the Qingdi World, the Qingdi World, the teacher said that I am the son of the demon god, am I from the Qingdi World, and who brought me out......?

In an instant, Qinglian thought of a lot, and there was a throbbing in his heart, and he really wanted to go back to the Qingdi World to see. Of course, at this time, he could only think about it, although he knew that this was the entrance to the Qingdi World, but the specific location of the entrance to the Qingdi World and how to enter, he had no clue.

"Practice swords. ”

In the end, he threw these distracting thoughts out of his mind, the Qingdi World, he was definitely going to go, but not now.

"Shaohua. ”

With a loud shout, Qinglian recalled in her mind the previous action of Wan Chunqiu's sword, and waved the wooden sword in her hand without any mistakes.

Even if he is a genius, it is impossible to comprehend the artistic conception after watching it once, why he is so out of the sword, there must be a reason for this.

At this time, Qinglian's perverted memory finally came into play, and in his previous life, he could never forget it, and in this life, it seems that it has been strengthened.

Although Wan Chunqiu had only performed his sword technique once in front of him, it was clearly imprinted into his mind.

"It's an awkward feeling. ”

A sword that was easily freehand in Wan Chunqiu's hands, but when Qinglian used it at this time, he felt extremely awkward, and the movements were exactly the same, which showed that sometimes memory alone was useless.

"Again, I don't believe it. ”

Next, Qinglian kept swinging his sword, again and again, and later, he only felt that his entire right hand was sore and numb, and he couldn't exert the slightest strength.

"This can't be done, this sword is edged by artistic conception, otherwise there is no power, Shaohua, good times, don't I have the slightest beautiful time worth remembering in my memory?"

Qinglian recalled it carefully, and found that it was not nothing, but very few, and he was born with an indifferent personality, so it was difficult to understand the artistic conception of the taste.

In fact, Shaohua's sword is far stronger than Wan Chunqiu's use on Qinglian.

"Maybe I don't have enough experience, in this case, let's practice the time sword first, this sword is also very strong, time is like a sword, and the sword breaks time. ”

For the sword before Wan Chunqiu, he thought about it at this time, and still felt the horror in it, depriving the years, a hundred years of a sword, a person's life, and several hundred years. ”

Unlike Shaohua's sword, Qinglian started quickly, although it was only similar in shape, and every time he cast this sword, he could feel the power of time surging in the wooden sword, which could be said to make him progress rapidly.

"Dang!"

The bronze vibrato vibrate, with a sense of vicissitudes of time, woke up Qinglian, who was immersed in sword practice.

It turned out that I didn't know when I came to the bronze tripod, and just a sword stabbed on the bronze tripod, obviously without much force, but it made the bronze tripod trill.

Qinglian was stunned for a moment, the bronze tripod knew at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing, and the wooden sword in his hand was also the ontology of Wan Chunqiu, which was also extraordinary, he was very worried, if the two came to the same end.

However, he took a closer look, and there was not even a white seal on the bronze tripod, and the wooden sword in his hand was not damaged at all, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting away the wooden sword, Qinglian carefully looked at the bronze tripod in front of her, and felt it with her heart, there was a majestic and majestic aura emanating from the tripod, as if she was facing a mountain and a world.

"Could it be that this is the entrance to the Blue Emperor World?"

Looking at the bronze tripod, Qinglian's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, and she looked around again, the huge square, there was nothing else except this bronze tripod, and her conjecture was likely to be true.

Circled around the bronze tripod twice, but nothing happened, the tripod was simple, although there was a pattern engraved on it, but he didn't know it at all.

"Perhaps, I won't be able to see the secret hidden in this until I have cultivated to a high level!"

Shaking his head, he was about to turn around and leave, but, not giving up, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the wall.

One breath, two breaths...... Ten breaths, there was no vision, but when he was about to withdraw his hand, his face suddenly changed, as if something was sucking his palm tightly.

What Qinglian didn't know was that when his hand touched the bronze tripod, in his sea of consciousness space, a purple gas suddenly appeared, flowing with an eternal and eternal aura, constantly rotating, and an invisible suction force emanated.

Outside, the bronze tripod suddenly still glowed, and the light was not bright, as if it was wrapped in a layer of patina.