A strange aura surged between him and the bronze tripod, and he felt that he had become incomparably smaller, like dust. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His eyes were also attracted by the bronze tripod, and a mysterious purple was flashing in his dark pupils, which was reflected on the bronze tripod.

At this time, his eyes were only left with the bronze tripod, and the surrounding heaven and earth were slowly disappearing, and even the light disappeared, filling his eyes with chaos.

I don't know how long later, he was surprised to find that he seemed to have really come to the chaos, surrounded by a mysterious air current, with two completely different auras of destroying everything and creating everything, primitive and desolate.

He was dazed and didn't know what to do, looking ahead, it was a big tripod, very similar to the bronze tripod, but there were some subtle differences, there were some mysterious and simple lines on it, and he was a little dizzy at a glance.

"What happened?"

He was confused and wanted to open his mouth to shout, but found that he couldn't open his mouth anyway.

His gaze was also firmly attracted by the big tripod in front of him, only to see that this mysterious big tripod continued to enlarge in his eyes, swallowing the chaotic air flow around him.

And he felt more and more dizzy, only to feel that the whole world was turning in front of him, and he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't take his eyes off the slightest bit no matter what.

At this moment, he had a splitting headache, he wanted to look away, close his eyes, and wanted to fall, but at this moment, he found that even the space was blurred, and his whole body was floating there, and he couldn't tell where was up and where was down.

But he didn't notice that at this moment, the purple in his eyes was beating wildly, and a noble and sacred aura flowed out of him, and at the same time, it also made Da Ding start to turn.

The chaotic-colored Dading Dading was spinning faster and faster, and there was an extremely strong suction force, which seemed to be able to devour everything, and he felt that his entire mind was being swallowed by the Dading.

And the pain he endured at this time was like being reincarnated in the eighteenth layer of hell, if he could faint, he would have chosen to faint a long time ago.

"Boom-"

Just before Qinglian thought he was about to die, he saw a white light separating the entire vast space, as if opening the sky and splitting the earth.

And that Da Ding, just in front of this white light, the two intersected, his facial features lost their senses, where he couldn't see, above his head, a purple light was twisting wildly, as if calling, and seemed to be afraid.

After a loud "boom", the big ding seemed to shatter, and the white light swept over, looking at its direction, it was where Qinglian was.

If Qinglian could see it at this time, I am afraid that he would have already been frightened, then Da Ding would torture him to the point that he couldn't survive, couldn't die, how powerful should this white light that could shatter Da Ding.

However, if Qinglian could see it, she should also find that this white light was obviously different from before, and it seemed to be mixed with a little chaotic color.

The speed of the white light was very fast, as if it had traveled through space, and it came to Qinglian in the blink of an eye, if it went on like this, there was no doubt that Qinglian's body would disappear in an instant, his body, his soul, could not be stronger than that Dading.

But the unexpected, or rather the expected, happened at this time. The purple qi above his head took the initiative to meet it the moment the white light approached.

All the changes around him disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had happened, and he stood on the altar in a daze, feeling dizzy, and then fainted very simply.

At the moment when Qinglian's palm broke away from the bronze tripod, the entire bronze tripod began to tremble slightly, and a creative aura emerged, pouring into Qinglian's body, repairing his injured soul.

In the end, a wisp of breath was separated from the bronze tripod and actively integrated into his body.

Qinglian was still in a coma, no, to be more precise, he should be dreaming, in the dream, he turned into a chaos-colored Da Ding, swallowing immeasurable chaotic qi and transforming it into the most primordial source energy.

It has no consciousness, but it has a mission, to suppress the chaotic space, the chaotic qi contains destructive energy, often stirring the earth's wind, water and fire, destroying the space, its accusation is to refine the destructive energy contained in the chaotic qi.

However, one day, the entire chaotic chaotic qi rioted, and boundless feng shui and fire surged out, even if it didn't have time to refine, just when it was trying its best to calm the feng shui and fire, an axe light slashed towards it.

"Axe light, open the world, Pangu ......"

Qinglian woke up violently, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the bed.

"Is it a dream? How could I dream like this?"

Qinglian was just about to get up, when he suddenly moved, and not far from his right hand, there was a wooden sword. Wooden sword, mountain top, bronze tripod, chaos tripod...... The memories in my mind gradually became clearer.

No, Chaos Ding, how can there be a Chaos Ding, why do I remember such a name?

Could it be that those are not dreams, but hidden memories in the bronze tripod. By the way, if these memories are true, wasn't the Chaos Ding split in half by Pangu?

Pangu opened the world, this is a secret that belongs to another world, in this world, the world was opened up by the five emperors, not Pangu, Qinglian is also a little unclear about the truth of the information in her mind.

"Son of the Demon God, you've finally woken up. ”

The voice of the wraith's voice came suddenly, interrupting Qinglian's thoughts.

"How long have I been asleep?" Qinglian asked, shaking her head.

"Three days, three days ago, I was cultivating, and then I felt the entire Ancestral Spirit Mountain shake a little, and then the teacher brought you back, and you were in a coma. Wraith explained.

"By the way, the teacher said that it is best for you not to go to the top of the mountain in the future. ”

"Hmm!"

Qinglian nodded, it seems that she has really been to the top of the mountain, the Bronze Ding, the Chaos Ding, and Pangu, what is the secret between them.

"Forget it, I don't want to do this, wait for my cultivation to become stronger, and then go up and have a look. ”

Qinglian got up, checked herself, and after finding that there were no secret injuries, she didn't pay attention.

After practicing the sword technique for a while, the spirit saw that he was fine, so he also put his mind at ease and went to practice by himself.

After half a month, after comprehending the time and sword, Qinglian felt that it was impossible to make progress in a short period of time, so she planned to go to the waterfall again to exercise her body.

He didn't forget that Wan Chunqiu said that when he finished walking the hundred stone pillars, he would answer a doubt in his heart.

Under the waterfall, his figure jumped forward like an ape, facing the impact of the waterfall torrent, not dodging or dodging, and every time he landed, his feet seemed to be rooted and unshakable.

Only his upper body was writhing slightly, like a lotus swaying in the wind and rain. Don't underestimate this slight twist, his body, every time he twists, can resist a lot of power from the waterfall rapids.

In this way, he broke through the 360th stone pillar that he had not been able to break through, and advanced towards the 370th stone pillar, towards the 400th, and towards the deeper stone pillar.

However, even if Qinglian comprehended this method of resisting power, his progress was not a smooth road, the further back he was, the closer he was to the center of the waterfall, and the greater the impact of the water.

After the four hundred stone pillars, even Qinglian at this time felt the pressure, and there was still more than half of it, and the pressure behind it would only get stronger and stronger, how could this be done?

Of course, Qinglian didn't have the idea of giving up, he was still moving forward, although the speed began to slow down again, but he was very determined.

Sometimes, when he feels that he has indeed reached the limits of his physical body, he will stop and start again.

Moreover, Qinglian also discovered another thing, practicing swords under the waterfall. The sword of time seems to be very suitable for cultivation in the current environment, and it is no wonder that there are people who say that time passes.

Of course, he started from the outermost stone pillar, and as for the middle stone pillar, it was extremely difficult for him to raise his hand.

With the kind of power in the water that he comprehended, when he used a sword in the waterfall, it had a unique charm.

Accompanied by the deepening of his comprehension of the sword of time. A sword swung out, and it was natural, and the wooden sword seemed to be invisible, completely unaffected by the waterfall, and gradually, he seemed to begin to touch the most core power of time.

Time passes, in a sense, the two are very similar, and they will not stop for anyone.

Sometimes, he will also find the ghost spirit to compete, of course, it is a competition, the spirit is actually not good at swordsmanship, but whoever makes him strong, even if he does not resist at all, Qinglian can't really hurt him.

Later, his time and sword began to change again, like the moonlight falling from the sky, and like a white cloud flowing outside the sky, ethereal, misty, I don't know where I came from, I don't know where I stop.

He is not limited to water, time and a sword can be regarded as a real entry, at this time, even if it is a ghost, he is not willing to compete with him.

Because although a sword of time could not hurt his physical body, it had a very mysterious power, which made him very uncomfortable, and even made him feel a little afraid.

Qinglian also wanted to teach the Sword of Time to the Spirit, but the Spirit's head seemed to be missing a tendon, and no matter how he explained it, he couldn't understand it, let alone learn it.

Qinglian had something he wanted to ask Wan Chunqiu, he wanted to know how to cultivate the sword next, the stone pillar of the waterfall, he had already reached the five hundredth stone pillar, and he continued to move forward, so he felt struggling.

However, Wan Chunqiu hadn't appeared for more than a month, and Qinglian had a feeling in her heart that Master probably wanted him to solve these problems by himself.

Moreover, he also clearly felt that his physical body had slowed down since he had broken through to the seventh layer of refining.

If the seven layers of qi training are divided into early, middle and late stages, he has only just broken through to the middle stage of the seventh layer of qi training.

In fact, it's not that his cultivation speed has slowed down, it's just that he broke through too fast before, and after refining the seventh layer, it is a kind of precipitation of the physical body, and the process of preparing for the final transformation and turning into a butterfly is naturally slower.