In the sky above the Divine Pond, the five narrow sword intents were entangled like blades of grass.

Ning Yi held his breath, gathered his mind, and wholeheartedly manipulated the five sword intents to converge and merge.

"Dayan, Drifting Snow, Xuanji, Dayan, Huanglong ......"

Put your palms together.

"Hey!"

Under Ning Yi's control, the five sword intents made a "snap" sound, collided together, and kneaded into a pure milky white brilliance.

The milky white brilliance was extremely unstable.

If you accumulate an extremely pure sword intent of fire, water, earth, wood, and gold, you should be able to knead the legendary "Five Elements Sword Intent" at this moment.

Ning Yi deliberately chose these five sword intent sprouts.

In his own divine pool, there is not a single sword intent, which is really beginning to comprehend and grow.

Ning Yi borrowed these sword intents from Changling, just out of pure curiosity, wanting to see for himself how big the world of sword cultivation was.

Today's sword intent is combined...... How will it change?

Ning Yi was very curious.

"These five sword intents originally came from the five elements, because the sword went sideways, it created five sword path star monarchs, and now they are merged by me, will they be on the same path...... What was born is the 'Five Elements'?"

The extraction and blending of the sprouts of sword intent is not considered a practice, it can only be regarded as an attempt, Ning Yi is in his own divine pool, trying to blend many sword intents together without cost, and see what wonderful changes will be produced.

The sword weapon was also concerned about the unstable nascent sword intent in the sky above the divine pool.

The thoughts of the two were placed on the divine pool.

But I didn't find that at the bottom of the pool of the Divine Pool, the dead air as rich as ink sank downward, and did not emerge from the Divine Pool, let alone impregnate the pool water, but condensed together, silently, rolling and flowing slowly.

Sudden light burst out from the sprouts of the newborn sword intent.

A flash of joy flashed in Ning Yi's eyes, he stretched out a hand to block his cheek, the strong wind blew, and after the wind calmed down, the wisps of sword intent that combined "Dayan", "Drifting Snow", "Xuanzhi", "Dayan" and "Huanglong" slowly suspended in front of him.

"Not the ...... of the Five Elements"

The sound of the sword weapon approaching resounded in the sky above the divine pool.

"What kind of sword intent is this?"

Ning Yi stretched out a finger and touched the wisp of sword intent, and there was a warm and soft thought coming from it, the original sword monarch's consciousness had melted into the ice and snow, and Ning Yi was the new owner of this sword intent...... Under the touch of his fingertips and sword intent, he could feel that this sword intent was like a touch of void chaos.

A wisp of divine thought swept by, and the sword weapon nearly immersed his mind in this new wisp of sword intent.

"I've never seen such sword intent...... It doesn't seem to be in the five elements, jumping out of the framework of this world. ”

The sword weapon muttered.

Ning Yi raised his head with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The five elements, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, construct this world, and this wisp of sword qi does not contain the breath of the five elements, and the fusion product of the five paths after they have gone to the extreme.

"I just think it......" The sword weapon thought back to the contact between his divine thoughts and this wisp of sword intent, and said slowly, "It's heavy, like a world. ”

"I think it's light. Ning Yi smiled: "If you look closely, it's like a wisp of chaos when the heavens and the earth first opened." ”

The clay stone fragments near the sword weapon fell, and the mud on his body, under the nourishment of divinity, slowly fell off, and it seemed that the spirit had been recuperating well in the past few days.

"This sword intent is like a new world, and the future has infinite possibilities. He smiled and said: "Stepping into Changling, it is worth it to be able to have this harvest." ”

Ning Yi smiled and withdrew from the state of inward view.

In the courtyard, the black-robed figure who had been sitting cross-legged suddenly stood up.

The fine snow oil paper umbrella that was lying across his knees was suspended and grabbed by Ning Yi.

That wisp of sword intent was attached to the fine snow.

Ning Yi understated that a sword was slashed out.

The sword intent was boiling, like a dragon's spine, and when it reached the tip of the sword, it did not devour the jujube tree in front of him like a giant dragon as Ning Yi thought. “”

At the tip of the sword, it was like lighting a broken candle, and it was faintly blown out.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.

Is this his new sword intent?

Pei Fu, who was sitting at the blue and white rosewood table, raised his head and couldn't help laughing.

Ning Yi frowned and sat down.

Is your own sword intent not enough?

He returned to the Divine Pool with a touch of divine thought, pulled out the "duckweed sword intent" rooted in his divine pool, and without saying a word, kneaded it into the primitive milky white sword intent.

Open.

Handed the sword again.

The sword qi of this sword has improved slightly.

Ning Yi's expression was a little realised, and he silently chewed on the artistic conception of this primordial sword qi...... Once the mind is immersed in it, it is like riding the wind, but the whole body is in chaos, and the duckweed sword intent is rubbed into it, making this world a little no longer the same.

It's like...... A brand new, world of swords.

Withdraw from the inner view.

Ning Yi's expression was a little complicated.

He didn't think that his sword intent would actually be presented in front of him in such a way.

The sword weapon is close to the predecessors, and I once felt that this sword intent was very heavy.

Because it has the possibility of kneading countless other sword intents.

"The sky, the earth, the wind, the snow, the rain, the scorching sun...... It's like a world. Ning Yi sat in the courtyard, he lowered his head, looked at the fine snow, and muttered, "In this world, there are no more rules...... Because I'm the one who makes the rules. ”

In Ning Yi's eyes, the light became brighter and brighter.

Isn't that what he desires?

"I'm going to knead all the sword intent sprouts in the divine pool into this primordial sword intent......"

......

......

In the following days, Ning Yi was almost in a sleepless state, immersed in the heart lake, and the sword intent rooted in the water of the Divine Pond was pulled up by him one by one, and the milky white primordial sword intent continued to absorb other sword intent sprouts and grow itself.

Ning Yi called this sword intent suspended above the Divine Pond "Wanhua Sword Intent".

The meaning of all things refers to all things, many changes, and also many creations.

This sword intent is only a bud now, if it is attached to the sword body of fine snow...... Ning Yi hadn't tried the power yet, but he could imagine that a sword intent that had become a world of its own had never appeared in front of the world.

The sword weapon is said to be heavy in recent years.

So...... It must be heavy.

As for how heavy it is, Ning Yi also wants to know in his heart.

Qin Jun told him that if those great cultivators in the eastern realm had completed the artistic conception of Changling, they would probably come to the mansion to find him trouble.

Ning Yi, who had withdrawn from the state of cultivation, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and after the divinity entered the marrow, his breath became continuous, exhaling like a dragon, and the clouds were shrouded.

He looked inward, his five internal organs were shining brightly, and he was in excellent condition.

"Very well, I'll wait for you to come. ”

Ning Yi moved his muscles and bones, and his whole body made the sound of crackling and fried beans.

The night was dark, and the girl rested.

The mansion was extremely quiet.

Ning Yi pushed open the door of his room, moved gently, and got on the bed, and soon fell asleep because of his tiredness.

The surface of the pond is calm.

The bottom of the pond is not very peaceful.

The dead air is like ink, rich and indissolvable, condensing a coiled dragon, in the darkness, slowly opening its eyes.