The birth of the miracle is getting closer and closer, and there is no one in the ancient hall who is counting loudly, only the sound of heartbeat and uncontrollable heavy breathing.

Five layers and twelve steps!

Five floors and thirteen steps!

......

Five layers and fourteen steps!

A genius with potential comparable to the ancestor of Tianhua Palace has appeared!

The ancient temple fell into madness.

"It's not over yet!" someone shouted.

On the fifth floor and the fourteenth step, the young man did not stop, nor did he crush the waist card, he stepped out of his left leg again.

In the almost dull gaze of everyone in the ancient hall, Luo Chuan was able to cross the two steps directly and stand on the sixth floor.

There was no more astonishment in the ancient hall.

Perhaps, he may be able to comprehend the jade tablet. After a while, a Dao Master of the Eight Rank Sect said numbly.

Thinking of Luo Chuan's previous fist breath, many Dao Masters nodded in agreement.

"That is Li Xuangan's jade stele, and it is also the only living tombstone in the sea of steles. If he is enlightened, his name will be among the leaders of the Tiannan cultivation world in the future. ”

"Congratulations, Wanderer. ”

"As soon as this son comes out, the Void Mountain Realm may be able to go further. ”

The demon master looked very calm: "It is too good to comprehend the white jade tablet, as long as he can comprehend a bronze tablet and a silver tablet, he will be satisfied." ”

Looking at the Baizhang White Jade Tablet in front of him, feeling the true qi that was compressing and condensing in his body, Luo Chuan was in a good mood.

Luo Chuan himself didn't expect that he would be able to break through the second stage of the foundation building realm in the Beihai Sea. At this time, he clearly felt the improvement of liliang in his body, the power of the physical body alone exceeded 10,000 catties, and the power of true qi was 100,000 catties.

Next is the true gas condensate, once it has successfully transitioned from gaseous to liquid, it will mark the foundation building, which is the third stage of foundation building.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. The immortals caressed my top and gave me immortality. ”

Looking at the verses on the white jade tablet, Luo Chuan read in a low voice.

"Could it be that this poem was originally written by Li Xuangan? The immortal stroked my top and gave me immortality...... Isn't this a description of 'spreading fire' in the spiritual world? ”

"Huh? And the second half. Luo Chuan Xiangxia looked at it and continued to read: "Mistakenly chasing the happiness of the world, it is quite poor and chaotic. Ninety-six Holy Monarchs, floating clouds and empty names...... Li Xuangan once served as the emperor of my Tang Kingdom, and he mistakenly chased the world's music, maybe this is what he refers to. Ninety-Six Saints...... What does that mean?"

Shaking his head, Luo Chuan didn't continue to think about it, he didn't come here to remember Li Xuangan.

Turning around, Luo Chuan turned his back to the white jade tablet and walked towards the corner overgrown with wild grass in the distance.

The strong sense that had been present on the fourth level guided him.

Fifteen steps later, pushing aside the long grass, Luo Chuan saw a tombstone.

This is the second tombstone on the sixth floor, but it is only the size of a palm, all made of wood, and it is black, compared with the white jade tablet in the center of the sixth floor, it looks very small, and even a little ...... Wretched?

"Finally found you!"

Luo Chuan smiled slightly, as soon as he sat down, there was a buzz in his mind, and his memory flashed!

The familiar figure appeared.

The face is simple, the figure is tall, and he is only thirty or forty years old in appearance, but his temples are already gray, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes and wisdom that he has seen through the world. His temperament is even more indescribable, if you don't look at it, at a glance, it is like a thousand majestic mountains, majestic and vigorous, which makes people look up infinitely.

I haven't seen him for many days, it's Jiulongjun.

The winter of more than 1,000 years ago was far less cold than it is today. There was a light rain in the sky, Jiulongjun wore a snow-white robe, scattered his hair, walked through the ladder, held an umbrella, and entered Wuhua City.

The city is like a ghost town, empty, the city square is empty, and the silence is a little eerie.

At a glance, Jiulongjun saw the Tsing Yi scholars reading with papers on the side of the school.

In the empty and unmanned Yinchuan dungeon, the scholar smiled and groaned.

Jiulongjun looked at the scholar, his eyes were as indifferent and cold as ever: "You are the strongest person in this deserted city...... The so-called Holy Monarch of your Tiannan people?"

The scholar did not answer, and read poetry while drinking.

"Tiannan is a region, and there are ninety-seven desolate cities in Yinchuan, and the strongest person in each city calls himself a holy monarch. Benjun came from Tianchen and fought for 100,000 miles, and none of them could defeat my three moves. In the previous ninety-six cities, those so-called holy monarchs were all killed by the triad of this monarch. This city is the only one, and you. ”

The cold wind was howling, and the wind was faintly mixed with the smell of salty and wet blood, which even Luo Chuan, who had been outside the memory of thousands of years, could smell it.

As soon as Jiulong Jun raised his hand, many tombstones flew out and fell to the southeast of Wuhua City, piling up like a mountain.

Luo Chuan was stunned, is this the origin of the sea of steles?

The scholar finally raised his head: "Why kill people." ”

Jiulongjun thought for a while and said, "For the sake of all beings in the world." ”

The scholar sighed: "Bullshit." ”

As he spoke, the scholar twisted his ass and stood up. When he curled up on the sidelines of the school yard to read, he was like a very ordinary scholar, casual and lazy. But when he stood up and threw away the book, his temperament changed suddenly, and he was like an ancient sword that reached the sky, giving people the illusion of simplicity and returning to the basics.

Jiulongjun's eyes lit up: "Hmm, good sword intent!Scholar, what's your name?"

The scholar in Tsing Yi slowly untied a sword from his waist, lowered his head, and said with some shame: "Explain in advance, I am not a saint, just a little passerby." I...... My name is Li Xuangan. ”

Sure enough, he is Li Xuangan!

Although Luo Chuan had already guessed, he was still a little surprised when he heard Li Xuangan report his name.

Instead, Luo Chuan remembered the battle that night in Qin Jiatiankou's mouth, which subverted the pattern of Tiannan thousands of years ago. It was in this war that the old powerhouses fell one after another, giving future generations unlimited opportunities. In Qin Jiatian's description, that battle was launched by a secret shili of unknown origin, which swept through the entire Tiannan Immortal Dao realm with the momentum of a prairie fire...... Now it seems that that the secret shili is just one person - Jiulong-kun!

"In his early years, Benjun had learned a swordsmanship, the Twelve-Style Mystic Heavenly Sword. Since you also use the sword, let us fight with the sword. As Jiulong Jun spoke, a yin wind swept in from afar, wrapped in wind, sand, water and wood, and gradually gathered into a long sword.

"Are you going to kill me?" Li Xuan raised his head in horror, his legs trembled, his voice hoarse, and screamed.

Jiulongjun was stunned, and Luo Chuan was also stunned.

In an instant, a powerful sword qi that spanned the world burst out from Li Xuangan's hand. This sword, like a heavenly river hanging upside down, absorbs the edge of heaven and earth, and the sun, moon and stars shine in one blow, so perfect that it is difficult to describe in words.

It is also almost incomprehensible.

"It's so obscene!" Luo Chuan exclaimed.

This almost incomprehensible and obscene sword was broken by Jiulongjun's fingers.

Taking a step, Jiulongjun wandered under Li Xuangan's sword qi that cut the sky and the earth, and every time he felt that the sword qi was about to split Jiulongjun in half, but Jiulongjun was always able to turn danger into a disaster, like the wind under the sword, silent, but never stopped. The time became very short, and it seemed to be very long, and by the time Luo Chuan saw it clearly, Jiulongjun had already appeared in front of Li Xuangan, dragging a long sword in his hand, and came fluttering.

Until this time, Jiulongjun still did not draw his sword.

"It seems that you are not worthy of my sword. Jiulongjun said regretfully.

"Shit. Li Xuangan rolled his eyes.

That domineering sword qi like a heavenly river suddenly split apart, transforming into thousands of sword-wielding figures, swarming towards Jiulong Jun from all directions.

As soon as Jiulong Jun waved his robe sleeves, thousands of sword-wielding figures were torn apart, but the rest still came up one after another like a tide.

Seeing Jiulong Jun falling into the sea of swords, Li Xuangan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Hehe, I was just teasing you." ”

"Oh, what does this style of sword say?" asked Kowloon-kun.

"I created it myself, the thousands of troops and horses of "Emperor Sword". Li Xuan said proudly.

"Vulgar. Jiulongjun sneered, shook his wrist, and finally drew his sword.

The swirling void appeared under the Nine Dragons' sword, like a black dragon lurking in the night with its mouth wide open, engulfing thousands of sword-wielding figures in a breath.

The figure stepped out from the other side of the void, slashing with his sword.

Boom!

The swords of the two finally officially clashed.

In an instant, the two had already fought twenty times. Jiulongjun has the upper hand, suppressing Li Xuangan to the death, Li Xuangan is also very good, whenever there is a line of life and death, he can always miraculously turn danger into a disaster.

"His grandmother, a difficult bastard!" Li Xuangan scolded, suddenly retreated, pinched a sword mark in his hand, and his whole temperament changed suddenly, like a supreme king who overrode all living beings, wandering in the sky and clouds.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. ”

"The immortals caressed my top and gave me immortality. ”

"Mistakenly chasing the world's happiness is quite unreasonable. ”

"Ninety-six Holy Monarchs, the floating clouds are in the sky...... I'll go!"

One step at a time, four steps later, Li Xuangan stabbed out with a sword.

When it meets the moonlight, the moonlight turns into a sword.

When he met Xinghua, Xinghua turned into a sword.

When encountering the flowing wind, the flowing wind also becomes a sword.

The night becomes a sword.

Heavy snow becomes a sword.

The fragrance of flowers becomes a sword.

Insect Shadow Becomes a Sword...... The shijie in Luo Chuan's eyes became the shijie of the sword.

The four realms of momentum, breath, image, image, and potential, are sword elephants!

The Sword of Moonlight, the Sword of Starlight...... All kinds of swords shoot from all directions, all corners of heaven and earth, and each sword contains an artistic conception that fits itself to the extreme, turning into an image and covering the world!

Under Li Xuangan's imperial sword, the Nine Dragons are the enemy of the world.

"It's kind of interesting. Jiulongjun dragged the sword with one hand, put the other hand behind his waist, and watched with interest.

Click!

The sword gathered by the terroir in the hands of the Nine Dragons Monarch turned into powder. I saw that he did not avoid it, facing Li Xuangan's sword in the world, and daxiao went up.

Although he has no sword in his hand, he can give people the feeling that he has another heavenly sword that can cut through everything in the world.

Where is this sword?

Luo Chuan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly had an epiphany!

Jiulongjun's sword turned out to be only hidden in his heart. The 12-style Miaofa Heavenly Sword zuihou has been detached from the momentum of the artistic conception of the moves, and it is completely the sword of the heart!

Looking at Jiulongjun's sword, the nameless mental method flashed in his mind, Luo Chuan's eyelids sank, the blood in his heart calmed down, and gradually, the surrounding shijie quieted down, and fell into a mysterious and mysterious state of enlightenment.

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