For three days in a row, Zhang Mo didn't gain anything, and the sword intent was not condensed at all, and the spiritual power in his body was consumed.

In desperation, Zhang Mo could only suspend the cultivation of sword intent and walked out of the thatched house to breathe.

It happened that Huang Puqi was also practicing swords outside, so Zhang Mo stopped and stood in place to watch.

Most of the sword cultivators on the Kunpeng Continent urged the flying sword magic weapon to fight against the enemy, but Huang Puqi only pinched a sword trick and slashed out a translucent pale golden sword light at a black and shiny wooden stake.

Choke!

The wooden stake that was supposed to break in response to the sound was only cut out of a sword mark, making a crisp sound of gold and iron handover.

Although this sword light looked inconspicuous, Zhang Mo, who was on the side, felt that the aura emanating from the sword was not weak, and it seemed that it should be a problem with this wooden stake.

Then, as soon as the sword trick in Huang Puqi's hand moved, dozens of translucent pale golden sword rays crossed and slashed towards the stake.

Rumble!

At this time, the entire wooden stake was slashed upside down by these dozens of swords, and let out a dull roar.

It's just that there are still only Dao sword marks left on the stake, and Huang Puqi shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Senior brother is out?" Huang Puqi turned to Zhang Mo and said. "This ebony wood is a very hard material, it is said that the ebony wood was sunk into the water and precipitated for thousands of years, and finally formed an extremely hard ebony wood. ”

"A hundred years of black wood is more than enough to refine the magic weapon of the flying sword, presumably this black wood has been around for thousands of years, right?" Zhang Mo said with a chuckle.

"Not for thousands of years, this stake is tens of thousands of years of black wood. Huang Puqi's expression moved, "But this is given to me by the master, if I can cut off this 10,000-year-old black sinking wood, I will have the opportunity to become the personal disciple of the master." ”

"Tens of thousands of years!" Zhang Mo's expression changed. "Can I try it?"

Huang Puqi turned to one side and motioned for Zhang Mo to step forward.

Zhang Mo took a deep breath, directly summoned the heart sword, and shouted: Stir the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, a blood-red vortex was spun from the heart sword, and this red vortex instantly swept the 10,000-year-old black wood into it, and after a while, the black wood fell from mid-air, but there was no trace on it except for the slash marks left by Huang Puqi.

Seeing this, Huang Puqi stepped forward and patted Zhang Mo's shoulder and said, "Senior brother, don't be discouraged, I think it took me some time to leave a trace on this 10,000-year-old black wood." ”

"Well, I'm going to go out for a walk. Zhang Mo nodded and said, Huang Puqi thought that he was frustrated because he failed to leave traces on the 10,000-year-old black sunken wood, so he didn't say much.

Zhang Mo was not uncomfortable because he couldn't leave traces on the black wood, but he seemed to have a trace of enlightenment before, but he couldn't catch this trace of enlightenment all of a sudden, so he thought about going out for a walk.

Lying on the lawn outside, Zhang Mo watched the white clouds in the sky drift around, and his thoughts also drifted away: the clouds are invisible, but they can be turned into water, and the water can be soft and can cleanse everything, and the intangible becomes tangible, only in the transformation of form!

Then the white clouds began to change, the sky instantly became black, the dark clouds shrouded Zhang Mo's head, thunder roared, and in a moment it began to rain heavily.

The bean-sized raindrops began to smash on Zhang Mo's face, crackling, and even with Zhang Mo's nine-turn Vajra Gong body, he felt the impact of the raindrops falling from the sky.

"That's right!" Zhang Mo suddenly jumped up from the ground, and said with excitement on his face: "If water has the power to cleanse everything, then you must give water a strong consciousness, if someone can manipulate the water droplets, and accelerate the speed of the water droplets to an incredible point, then he can hurt the enemy even if he uses water droplets, the same reason, if you want to condense the sword intent, you must also have a strong consciousness, a consciousness that manipulates the sword in your heart!"

As Zhang Mo spoke, the rain around him actually floated where it no longer fell, and at the same time, these water droplets turned into small swords with thin handles, and these small swords began to condense on the top of Zhang Mo's head, gradually converging into a long sword composed of water droplets.

At the same time, there was a buzz in Zhang Mo's body, and the heart sword came out of his body, and the long sword composed of water droplets that submerged into his head suddenly became the sword heart of the water long sword.

Airplanes!

A buzzing sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and Zhang Mo unconsciously pinched a sword trick in his hand, and then slashed the sword at the sky.

The long sword of water above his head slashed out a translucent sword light with some red towards the dark clouds in the sky, this sword light was dozens of zhang long, and the raindrops where the sword light passed were divided into two places, and finally slashed on the dark cloud.

Wow!

The dark cloud was actually cut in two, and then a ray of sunlight from the sky fell on Zhang Mo's face.

"Rain's sword intent, he actually realized the sword intent in four days!" Qing Lan, who was originally in the bamboo hut, was so excited that she almost knocked over the wine jug on the table.

"This little junior brother is really not simple!" Huang Puqi also felt it, and muttered to himself, his face full of envy.

And Zhang Mo was taken away by another person at this time, this person was the same phantom as the sculpture at the door, he appeared in front of Zhang Mo as soon as Zhang Mo realized the sword intent, and then disappeared directly with Zhang Mo with a wave of his cuffs.

Zhang Mo, who was immersed in the joy of realizing the sword intent, did not expect that he was suddenly plotted by a stranger, and when he regained consciousness, he found himself in a brightly lit hall.

There are no less than 10,000 swords hanging in this hall, some are made of jade, some are made of gold, and there are all kinds of rare materials refined, these long swords exude a crystal luster, which is full of aura, and it is obviously not extraordinary.

As soon as Zhang Mo regained consciousness, he saw the person sitting in the middle of the main hall at first glance, this person was sitting on a throne made of thousands of small swords, wearing a cyan robe, and a face exactly the same as the sculpture at the entrance of the Ascension Temple.

"You're very good, you can comprehend the sword intent of the rain, and it will take enough time to rank in the top ten of the Buddha-figure's own disciples!" said the man on the throne, a look of approval on his face. "Now the deity asks you, would you like to worship me as a teacher and become a disciple of the deity?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Mo didn't know who the person in front of him was, and he was very excited to bow his head at the moment, and the person on the throne waved his hand, and someone immediately offered the teacher tea, Zhang Mo also kowtowed in a proper manner, and handed the tea at the same time, and then stood quietly aside after all the salutes were completed.

At the same time, he was also shocked in his heart, with his ability to comprehend the sword intent in four days, he could only rank in the top ten among the disciples of this powerful master, which means that there is a more anti-heaven existence, so as such a rebellious existence of the master, the strength of the people on the throne is simply incalculable.