Li Qingshan looked at the stone tablet in front of him, and felt confused.

"I just saw the name of the Sword God of the Thousand Years of the Old Calendar in the book, but I didn't expect that he was also in this sea-like stele forest." Li Qingshan looked at him intently.

"There is only one sentence in the book about the Sword God of the Thousand Years of the Old Calendar. What was his life like? Is he a member of the Yuhua Sect?" Li Qingshan's mind was full of doubts.

The words that appeared in front of him slowly dissipated, and a sword technique appeared in his mind.

Sword-pulling technique.

This sword technique is extremely mysterious. Li Qingshan suppressed his doubts and understood this technique wholeheartedly.

The true energy in his body was boiling, and he slowly condensed a small sword according to the sword technique of killing the sky.

The sword embryo of the sword technique that cuts the sky and draws the sword.

Just in front of this stone tablet, Li Qingshan sat cross-legged and used his fingers as his sword, and slowly gestured.

There were wisps of sword energy erupting at the fingertips, like a dragon, turning as the sword fingers wandered.

By killing the sky and drawing swordsmanship, Li Qingshan gradually got started.

The more he practiced, the more he felt that this sword technique was unfathomable.

"The power of the sword art of killing the sky and drawing the sword art exceeds the sword art of the river." Li Qingshan made a comparison in his mind and confirmed that Wu Shaobai's sword art of the river is not as profound as the sword art of the sword art of the river.

Of course, this is also the reason for the times.

Wu Shaobai was a man more than 40 years ago, and the Sword God, who had been in the old calendar for thousands of years, was a master three thousand years ago.

In that era, saints could break through, which was not a shackle in the world, so it was reasonable that the sword technique of killing the sky was powerful.

As he gradually practiced and went deep into the core of the Sword Sword Skill, all the true energy in Li Qingshan's body poured into the sword embryo of the Skill.

The sword embryo was trembling slightly.

There was a bang.

The sword embryo in Li Qingshan's body had a subtle chemical reaction with the stone tablet in front of him. The world in front of him suddenly changed, like a dream, and he saw the world three thousand years ago.

"This is... the world in the monument!"

Li Qingshan said in surprise.

Just as he had understood Wu Shaobai's stone tablet before, he saw clues about Wu Shaobai back then.

Now he has seen the life scenes of the sword god in the thousand years of the old calendar three thousand years ago.

Three thousand years ago, the world was night.

The stars are shining like brilliance, falling on earth. The flowers all over the mountains and fields are shaking their bodies under the evening breeze, covering them with stars, which is so beautiful.

Under the moonlight, Li Qingshan saw a middle-aged man with a sword hanging on his waist and a green robe. He was lazy and unruly.

He held the wine pot, chewed one by one.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen corpses, all of which were killed in one blow.

Even if he died, Li Qingshan could sense the heavy aura emitted by these corpses, which was far beyond the realm of the Great Lord.

They are all masters who have broken the world barrier three thousand years later and broke through the realm of saints.

However, under the command of the Sword God of the Thousand Years of the Old Calendar, one blow was fatal.

"In order not to let others surpass themselves, you told a huge lie, deceived the world, killed countless masters, and cast a large array with their lives, cultivation, and blood, imprisoned the world's avenue, and cut off the path of world cultivation. You are so scary." The sword god of the thousand-year old calendar looked up at the starry sky and said coldly.

There was no one in front of him, or he was talking to [Heaven].

boom!

The calm and cloudless night sky suddenly surging dark clouds, and the strong wind whistled, condensing into a big face.

"I have imprisoned the Great Way of the World, and used ancient formations to match the righteous and demonic ways. The blood cultivation of countless masters will gradually become obscure. It is no longer easy for later generations to practice. Maybe in the end, they can't even break the saint level."

"The peerless strong man who can trample mountains and rivers at any time and ride the moon on the mountain will be less fighting in this world. I am doing good deeds. Why are you so hostile to me?"

The big face rumbled, like thunder, telling his behavior.

Li Qingshan widened his eyes and looked at the conversation between the sword god and the mysterious man for thousands of years in the old calendar in front of him. He realized why three thousand years later, the great way of the world would be so obscure, and gradually turned the realm of a saint into a world barrier.

It turned out that someone used ancient formations, plus the lives and blood of countless masters, blocking the Avenue of the World.

"You are afraid that someone will surpass you, so you seal the road, so that there will be no more people threatening you in the future. This is your main purpose." The Sword God of the Thousand Years of the Old Calendar frowned and said coldly.

"I am willing to come down and say it to you. You should feel glad that it is a fact that the road to the world has been blocked and you cannot change it." The mysterious man said in a indifferent tone.

"Can't change it? I can't understand!" The sword god of the old calendar for thousands of years raised his mouth and looked at the mysterious man with a smile.

"I think it can be changed!" said the Sword God of the Thousand Years of the Old Calendar seriously, and his hand was placed on the long sword around his waist, ready to go.

"What do you want to do?" The mysterious man's huge face condensed by clouds was filled with shock and anger.

"You should eat, wash dishes, and do whatever you need to do."

"You ruined the future of this world for your own selfishness. Later on, people cannot reach our level again. This is a kind of sadness."

"I will kill you with a sword today!"

The sword god drew his long sword for thousands of years in the old calendar.

The sword's aura was slightly cold, with a coldness, and the sword body was like a gentleman, without any rust, and was held in his hand.

boom!

The next second, the sword god of the old calendar for thousands of years appeared.

This sword is unparalleled in the world, carrying the sword god of the thousand-year old calendar, with the extremely dazzling blow, turning into a fierce impact.

Above the sky, the face condensed by dark clouds was instantly dispersed, and the sword directly slashed into the depths of the sky, like a galaxy hanging down, boundless.

At this moment, Li Qingshan looked at him and a click came from the sky.

The next second, the sword slashed on the ancient formation set up by the powerful man on earth.

The formation swayed, and even the world was shaking.

"Madman, you are a complete madman!"

Angry shouts came from the depths of the sky.

"You burned out everything you have, threw your soul in, forced your level to improve, and cut out this sword, so what? You just cut off half of my soul, and you haven't broken this formation, you have no chance."

When the sword god of the thousand-year old calendar heard this, he laughed: "I tried my best to cut off half of your soul, and the formation trembled and cracks appeared. In the next time, you will inevitably fall asleep. I believe that in the future, a person will appear to break this ancient formation, welcome the avenue back to the world, and let the spiritual energy spread to the world."

"Impossible. Even the realm of a saint in the future world cannot be reached. Even if I sleep for thousands of years, no one can break this ancient formation!" The mysterious strong man roared at the sky.

"I believe someone can do it." The Sword God of the Thousand Years of the Old Calendar no longer argued with him, but turned around, looked in the direction where Li Qingshan was, and nodded slightly.

Then, his body turned into stars and the wind blew, and it rose with the wind.

Everything about the sword god in the thousand years of the old calendar was burned in the sword just now. After slashing it out, he would die.

But he doesn't regret it.

The illusion in front of Li Qingshan's eyes disintegrated, and he returned to the real world.

He was still meditating in front of the stone tablet of the Cliff of Thoughts. In the short time, it seemed like a different life.
Chapter completed!