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Although the spiritual power is invisible, it is still felt, at this time, even the light is disturbed and forced to bend, not to mention the spiritual power? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Two white eyebrows slowly floated, and the old monk looked at the corner of the room in surprise.

It was a forgotten corner, and there was a forgotten girl in the corner.

From the beginning to the present, this girl has not shown amazing realm skills and is weak, so the old monk has not paid enough attention to it, and has even been forgotten in the corner.

But she is Duanmu Rong, the Duanmu Rong of Yuxuanmen, so no matter how weak she is, as long as she can still move, she can do things that ordinary people can't do.

The old monk glanced at Duanmu Rong indifferently, ignored her, and directly stabbed Xu Chen in the air with a finger.

Duanmu Rong sat cross-legged on the ground with his head bowed, weakly threatening to fall down at any time, and touched a stone object behind his right hand, seemingly throwing it into the distance at will, but blocking the power of that finger.

The old monk's eyebrows were slightly frowned, her thin tail fingers were cocked, and the mental power between her fingers pierced her heart.

Duanmu Rong's fingers relaxed slightly, and a handful of scattered white bone fragments flew in front of him.

Then she lowered her head and coughed bitterly, blood foaming the front of her padded jacket.

Counting the hall entrance to cover the formation for a few days by the lake, and then taking Xu Chen to break the remnants of the large array at the entrance of the Demon Sect, the young girl's mental power was already on the verge of exhaustion, and it was broken by the old monk at a glance, and Zhihai was seriously injured, but at this time she was supporting herself strongly, using everything she could touch beside her to set up the array, trying to stop the old monk.

Those white bone fragments are not talismans, they are arrays.

Most of the formations in this world are deformed talismans, and they all need to be sensed with heaven and earth to mobilize the breath of nature. At this time, because of the suppression of the Fan Cage Great Array, the dark room could not sense any heaven and earth vitality at all.

Therefore, the formation she is laying now is different from the ordinary formation.

When that great figure transformed and realized this formation a thousand years ago, the original intention was not to be close to heaven and earth, but to compete with heaven and earth. Therefore, this formation was not originally used to mobilize the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but was used to cut the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and even cut and block the Heaven and Earth itself.

At this time, there was no Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the room, so this array could not cut the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but it could cut and block any other invisible power, such as the spiritual power that the old monk had cultivated with two mouthfuls of blood food and decades of seclusion.

At this time, the dozen or so white bones between the old monk and Xu Chen were the realizations of Duanmu Rong who was quietly observing and calculating and studying the great array outside the entrance of the Demon Sect Hall, although it was not as strong as the real one, but it was already powerful enough.

The old monk's expression became more and more solemn, and he felt the strong uneasiness and the shadow hidden between the rotation of fate. That young man inexplicably comprehended the sword intent left by Xuan Wei, the Daomen girl was actually able to perform such a powerful and ruthless realm descending dao technique, and this girl who looked weak and harmless was able to comprehend!

The old monk's thin palm lotus blossoms, the jade petals bloom violently, and each petal is an extremely powerful mental attack.

The girl picked up the fragments of white bones and the stones that had fallen from the wall, and kept tinkering with the formation she had just realized.

Xu Chen held his sword and calmed down in the simple formation composed of those white bones and stones.

The sound of sneering in the secluded hall was dense, and the old monk's face was emotionless, and his eyes were as deep as the netherworld.

Blood trickled down Duanmurong's thin lips like a stream, soaking the thick white cotton jacket on his body, and his long, sparse eyelashes trembled gently on his pale face, as if he might close his eyes at any moment.

In the pool of blood, Ye Tong stared at the old monk's old face, his eyes burned with fanatical excitement, the bewitching face oozing with blood beads was weak but crazy, and he smiled strangely: "Old monster, you suck it again! Before my blood is sucked clean by you, I must see whether you are fast or he is fast, I want to see who can survive!"

The old monk glanced at her indifferently, suddenly smiled, gently lowered his head and sucked off the drops of blood on her delicate cheeks as if sucking the dew on the lotus, and then gnawed away a piece of flesh and blood on her body again.

There was a hint of pain in Ye Tong's eyes, but he laughed maniacally: "You're afraid." ”

The old monk ignored her and calmly chewed the third bite of blood food, trying to recover his spirit and vitality in the shortest possible time, at least before Xu Chen woke up.

In the world decades ago, he was the most terrifying and powerful figure. Facing him today, the three outstanding young generations of the world broke out at the same time, and finally found a glimmer of hope in despair, and fought for a glimmer of life in the face of death.

The key point of the current situation is that when Duanmu Rong did not hesitate to let Zhihai on the verge of collapse, and also forced himself to build a formation to isolate the old monk's mental attack, whether the old monk used the Great Soul and the Fa to absorb blood and food to restore his strength first, or Xu Chen took the lead in comprehending the sword intent and waking up from the current ignorant realm.

Xu Chen didn't know that the situation at this time was so dangerous, he didn't know what kind of sacrifices and efforts Duanmu Rong and Dao idiot had made in order not to let the old monk interrupt his inexplicable cultivation state, he didn't know what he was doing, he didn't know why he looked at those sword marks and phosphorus fire so kindly, his body and even the blood breath in his body subconsciously moved with the direction of these sword marks, he even forgot all the things that happened before and all the worlds outside of himself.

This realm is very dangerous, like a naked baby, walking unarmed in the dangerous wilderness, which may be injured and eaten by wild beasts at any time, but it is precisely because this realm is full of innocent and childish hearts, clean and transparent, and does not cause a trace of dust, so that we can sincerely accept the projection of the outside world on the mind.

There were only stone walls in front of him, the cyan stone walls on the four walls of the roof, and the mottled sword marks on those stone walls seemed to come to life, entering his mind through his eyes, and evolving into countless things.

Flowing in the night sky like stars, jumping in the valley like a stream, drifting in the blue sky like flowing clouds, proudly walking in the world like a mountain, and walking happily on the road like a traveler.

Those sword marks flowed up, pulling up the traces, gradually turning the pages like a book, each page was painted with clear maps, those maps seemed to be some kind of wonderful footwork, like some kind of powerful swordsmanship, more like some kind of magical exercises, and it was nothing, just a certain meaning and a certain attitude.

He followed the sword marks in his eyes, began to imitate walking, began to wield his sword for sword, began to think silently, began to smile and taste, his steps became smoother and smoother, and the saber he held became more and more fluid.

Vaguely, he realized something deeper.

The sword marks that Xuan Wei left on the bluestone wall turned out to be just trying to express some kind of emotion.

The feet are getting smoother and smoother, the knife is swinging more and more smoothly, and in the end it is free.

Travelers want to see more of the world, and if they want to forget the fatigue and pain of the journey, they should dance and sing.

The mountains are independent of the world, and they should be so proud and awe-inspiring if they ignore the worship of the common people in order to be comfortable.

When a cloud stays or drifts in the blue sky, it follows the direction of the wind.

The stream flows down in the valley, and every collision with the stone must be regarded as a game, and it rushes down with the attraction of the earth, stirring up countless beautiful splashes, so that it is called joy.

The stars are still or circulating in the night sky, just smiling at the world according to their own thoughts, and everything is taken for granted.

In the sea of consciousness that he was seriously injured, the mental power gained from more than ten years of meditation began to flow slowly like those white clouds, night stars, and streams, and began to stand still like a mountain, and began to be as cheerful as a traveler.

The sword intent contained in the mottled sword marks on the stone wall gradually seeped into his body as the faint phosphorus fire floated, and as his soul became enlightened, these sword intents accelerated into him, and then began to stop and jump with the flow of mental power.

I don't know what kind of existence these sword intents are, but after entering the body, they turned into a warm heat flow, repaired his Zhihai in a very short time, and then continued to stab down from the center of his eyebrows to the spiritual sea.

Zhihai felt very good when he was repaired and moisturized, Xu Chen stood in front of the stone wall with the knife in his hand, dazed and didn't know what was going on outside his body, but his brows stretched out subconsciously, and then he suddenly tightened, feeling a very strong pain in his chest and abdomen.

The sword intent in the mottled sword marks raged in his body, as if it had turned into tens of thousands of real small swords rampage, dripping with blood and poking at those meridians and organs that could not be seen by the naked eye.

This was even more terrifying than the ten thousand Dao swords cast by the Dao Idiot on the shore of the Holy Lake.

Immediately after that, the tens of thousands of small swords flew to the snow-capped mountains in the waist and abdomen, and began to hit non-stop, the sharp sword blades easily slashed away the hard ice between the snow peaks, bursting up countless snowflakes, the speed of the sword intent hitting the snow mountains became faster and faster, and hundreds of billions of cuts were completed in the blink of an eye, and the cutting of the sword blade and the ice cubes gradually accumulated a terrifying high temperature, and the snow-capped mountains that had been silently frozen for countless times began to melt into water and merge upwards into the sea of qi.

Tens of thousands of small swords flew upwards again in his body or consciousness, flying to the calm sea of qi, still like hitting a snow-capped mountain, and began to silently and concentrate on cutting hundreds of millions of times, and the calm sea of qi began to roll, setting off a shocking wave, like boiling, until finally it really began to boil into a mist that covered the sky.

The mist that the spirit sea transpired turned into was slowly moving forward in his body according to a certain channel, wisps but seamless, leaving some mist every time it touched a certain place, and then condensed into dew drops and began to moisturize.

As the dew condensed by the mist continued to moisten, those body parts began to decompose and rebuild, just like an old house being dismantled and rebuilt, but the rebuilt house was so beautiful, so strong, the pillars supported each other, not afraid of rain and wind at all.

Xu Chen felt that as those warmth flowed through his body, it seemed that countless forces were being re-infused into his musculoskeletal, this feeling was very comfortable, very powerful, and it made people intoxicated and reluctant to wake up.

The sword marks on the mottled stone wall were still circling slowly, and the sword intent in the deep sword marks was still entering his body, turning into countless small swords that kept bombarding the spiritual sea, nourishing and strengthening his body.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Xu Chen, who was in pain and intoxication, suddenly had a shadow on his mind, and even in the state of emptiness, he felt that his body became cold, because he suddenly thought of something and began to have great fear.

If he allowed this majestic sword intent to continue, wouldn't his spiritual sea be punctured? If those qi apertures that he had worked so hard to open up disappeared, would he still be able to cultivate?

Out of fear, out of uneasiness, he suddenly woke up.

He looked uneasily at the mottled sword marks on the wall, a cold sweat, and the cold and slippery between the palm and the hilt of the sword.

These sword marks, these sword intents, are Xuanwei's swords.

He finally understood what the old monk said, cultivating the sword lies in the qi in the chest, and to cultivate the qi, you need to turn your back on the avenue.

If you are the enemy of the Great Dao, you are a demon.

And the moment Xuan Wei held this sword, he was already enchanted.

Xu Chen looked around.

In the bone mountain, the old monk was silently carrying the magic skill, Ye Tong was unconscious under him, Duanmu Rong saw that he finally woke up, smiled hard, could no longer support his body, and passed out on the ground.

The night had already covered the world outside the mountain, and the room was extremely dark, and he stood in front of the bone mountain with a knife, cold sweat soaked through his cotton clothes, and he was silent and didn't know how to move forward.

His will is also silently waiting for the final decision.

Once enchanted, even a character like an old monk can only hide in the dark in the end, if he wants to walk proudly in the world like Xuanwei.

Xu Chen looked up at the sky, but he couldn't see it, only the cold stone walls and the colors of the night, which was the most difficult decision for a cultivator.

The respect for the Great Dao will make them dare not touch the world of the night at all.

Even cultivators who don't have the slightest reverence for Haotian will struggle very much based on the great consideration of the great horror between life and death, and they will probably think hard and meditate for half a lifetime, but they can't come to a final conclusion.

The blade fell on the stone wall, and landed on the sword marks left by Xuanwei back then, and the wrist turned the blade to move, relying on the two sword marks, swiping to the left, and then to the right.

Phosphorus fire danced under the blade, as if the stars had left the night dome, and with this simple movement, the sword intent that was waiting silently suddenly rose.

Countless small swords condensed together, coming out of the spiritual sea, and at this moment, Xu Chen knew that he had entered a new world.

The mind is still there in the sea of knowledge, but he no longer plays the piano and listens to it in the world, but creates a beautiful new world in the body, where there are trees, lakes, mountains and seas, just waiting for life to multiply and be rich here.

There is an extra passage between the spiritual seas, and that passage seems to have always existed, but it is blocked and covered by it, and it cannot be seen, but at this time, it finally shows its true face, and the majestic sword intent turns into some kind of substantial aura from the passage whistling through, and the vast soup soup is endless, straight to the sky, so unhappy.

It was for qi, a subtle airflow spitting sounded, and dust splashed out from Xu Chen's body with debris, and his eyes were full of crystal, and then slowly became normal.