The Sword Dynasty

The deep eyes of Donghu’s old monk shone with wise light. The strength of the rod in his hand gradually converged, and the world returned to calm, and some snow-like dust gradually fell to the ground, but the thousand heavy dust mountain transformed by the nearly thousand swords , Still standing.

These thousand mountains are like dreamy lights and shadows, like a mirage, but they strangely exude a bloody smell.

This taste comes from the sword slaves and their masters.

When a person who is already close to the top of the power begins to exhaust his life and revenge only for one thing, the will of this person has already surpassed his cultivation base.

Those famous swords set off in the sky, those sword slaves who could have become famous masters in this world, but used their own destiny and all past worlds to warm these famous swords have died.

The skin of their master Night Owl's body has also bloomed like a cracked tortoiseshell, and the blood is almost exhausted. The fine light in the pupils and the wild flame are gradually gray, not far from death.

This sword array not only exceeded his limit, but even a completely different level of strength. When it was completely formed at this time, this sword array had nothing to do with him.

If this sword array is compared to a Optimus giant wood, then he is just the flesh and nutrients sucked in the growth of this Optimus giant wood.

It stands to reason that he has exhausted his energy at this time, and should die like those sword slaves, but with amazing willpower, he is still alive, looking at the sword array from afar.

He must be alive, he must ensure that this sword array can be entered, and then he must ensure that he can see the death of the nine dead silkworms.

For him, even if the young man was not Wang Jingmeng's rebirth, then it is now the most important pillar of Bashan Jianchang. As long as the young man is killed, Bashan Jianchang will eventually die out.

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The old Donghu monk looked quietly at the nearest few dust hills, then slowly stretched out his stick.

A ray of light emanated from between the rods and protruded into these dust mountains.

These dust hills are shaking, but the terror power contained in his glow is along an unknown channel, and I don't know where it spreads between heaven and earth.

"I can't break this sword array."

The old Donghu monk turned his head to look at Ding Ning and said seriously: "Although we can walk between these dust hills, these dust hills blocked my perception from the outside world. They even blocked the penetration of the vitality of the eight realms. Everything you see is in the law of this sword array, and we will get lost in it."

Ding Ning nodded, glanced at Fusu, who was unconscious, and determined that his injury was not more serious. At the same time, he said: "This should have been a sword formation enough to trap the eight realms."

"Can I get in or out?" Chang Sun Qingxue asked, looking at Ding Ning.

In her perception, these thousands of dust mountains are not just mountains, but a world of change and unknown.

"If you can't get in or out, then the night owl wouldn't pay such a price."

Ding Ning can’t see Ye Xiao’s situation at this time, but he can imagine what the other party will pay. He frowned deeply and said, “I’m afraid this sword array is like a well. Like a frog at the bottom of a well, who clearly knows where the sky and earth are outside, he cannot go out, nor can he distinguish the southeast, northwest through the sky of that bright mirror."

This analogy is not particularly relevant, because Chang Sun Qianxue knew that even the frog at the bottom of the well can still know where the sunrise and sunset are from the dark changes of the light, but she knows the meaning of Ding Ning.

"Can you break this sword formation?"

She took a deep breath and looked at Ding Ning and said.

"Securely locking the eight realms requires the power of the eight realms. The magic circle itself is a means to improve the strength of the practitioners. The night owl does not enter the eight realms, but the magic circle formed by these swords has formed a force sufficient to imprison the eight realms. "Ding Ning shook his head. "Although I approached the Eight Realms indefinitely, I even felt some mysteries of the Eight Realms in advance, but after all, I have not really entered the Eight Realms, so it is almost impossible to crack the laws of this magic circle."

"So we can only wait for someone to come and wait for someone to jump into this well? He made such a magic circle, and the power of this magic circle cannot naturally disappear quickly."

Long Sun Qianxue put down the Nine Nether Hades sword in his hand, and let the pure and transparent long sword be inserted on the ground in front of him.

At this time, Qianzhongchen Mountain seemed to be frozen, and there was no wind and snow between heaven and earth, and it was calm, but she knew very well that there would be another bloody storm soon.

"Sword intention and life and vitality are the purest to condensed things between heaven and earth. Ye Xiao borrowed these thousand swords. One was to use the power of the sword itself, and the other was to use these famous sword masters to remain immortal and almost eternal. The sword spirit and the vitality of this life keep this magic circle for a long time."

Ding Ning directly selected a dry place and sat down, then went on to say, "But it's not just us who have a headache. People outside who want to deal with us will also have a headache. What method do they have to take to deal with a Bajing. "

He glanced at the old Donghu monk, with some emotion, "You entered the eight realms at this time, it is also an accident for those people, but they must face it."

The old Donghu monk sat down on his first knee obediently, still asking for advice like a devout disciple listening to the guru: "In the past, I just thought that you had not spied on the secret of the Eight Realms, but today I heard these words from you, and I know that it is not So, I don’t understand why you stayed at the top of the Seven Realms but did not enter the Eight Realms?"

"This is a choice."

Ding Ning looked at him calmly and said: "Pure power crushing will make practitioners lose their weak victories, or the courage to fight under the same real power, will make many battles too simple, which will make people simple. Habit, I will no longer carefully understand the subtlety of some swordsmanship. The way to practice is to persevere and to perceive it. If you lose this kind of perseverance and everything becomes simple and casual, you will naturally be lazy and affect your future practice."

"Besides this, there is no one else in front of me, and no teacher tells me how to go from seven to eight realms."

After he paused, Ding Ning said slightly, self-deprecating, "I always thought that if the seven realms were already the first in the world and no one was your opponent, you wouldn't be in a hurry to enter the eight realms. You might as well go more cautiously. People will feel that they have not made any mistakes in all the previous practice. If some key stages are more cautious and better, the future practice will be stronger. If you simply say that practice is like building a wall, then For some time, I just wanted to make the wall foundation as firm as possible. Try to make up for some of the shortcomings in the previous practice."

The old monk of Donghu Huo was enlightened, and besides Ding Ning's words, he felt more meaning, he said convincingly: "Because the opponent you think is always yourself, you think that the seven realms are the foundation before the eight realms. At first, you want to challenge the nine realms where there are only legends in the world of the former practitioners, but few people have reached them."

Ding Ning nodded slowly, silent for a few moments of interest, and said, "As you said before, I don't know if I don't know, but I clearly know that there is an unusually beautiful landscape ahead. If I can't see it, I will always regret it. ."

The old Donghu monk was also silent for a moment. He suddenly thought of something, and there were some enviable lights in his eyes. When the practice method is wrong, some practice methods are wrong, so they leave hidden diseases in the body, or they cannot be changed in the future. But if a practitioner has enough time to come back and practice again, then he naturally knows himself If something goes wrong, you won’t commit it again, and correct it. You now have nine opportunities for dead silkworms.”

Ding Ning did not deny that he looked up at the black sky above and said, "If there is enough time, there should be more chances to get in touch with the legendary Nine Realms."