In Feng Ziyue's mind, Kuangren Chu was not ranked number one.
At least, even if the so-called coward Da Sun Shenguang of the Pouring Void Realm is far less powerful than Chu Kuangren, the strength of the woman in the sixth level of Tianwu Trial is definitely still above that of Chu Kuangren.
That sentence, "You can't fight me until you reach the seventh form of the Sword God Technique" still rings in my ears.
But I know, I know, but with Feng Ziyue's current cultivation level, it is impossible to guess the power of that mysterious woman's attack. In other words, it is impossible to imagine how strong he is.
Among the dream stones this time, the strongest one he could imagine was Kuangren Chu.
Kuangren Chu has almost no flaws in his innate realm.
He is perfect in every aspect. Even the invincible monk has to deal with his opponent Chu Kuangren seriously.
Within the framework of Xiantian, Feng Ziyue could not imagine anyone who could be stronger than Kuangren Chu.
Therefore, when he really wanted to imagine the highest state he could reach at this stage, the first thing he could think of was Kuangren Chu.
When his momentum reached its peak, and he felt that every move he made had the power of heaven and earth, dominating the world, Feng Ziyue suddenly realized that he had turned into Kuangren Chu.
The frustration and loss at that moment cannot be described in words.
The way of a warrior is to have a heart that refuses to admit defeat.
If the strongest one in your mind is Kuangren Chu, then how can you defeat him?
So when Feng Ziyue's momentum reached its peak, he gave up. The pride in his heart forced him to find another way to transcend.
sword!
After thirty years of hard work and dedication to kendo, I still cannot see where the pinnacle of kendo is.
The derivation of the Sword God Art has so far only reached the fifth form of Ten Thousand Swords Unifying. Due to the current level of cultivation and state of mind, even this fifth form is incomplete.
Swordsmanship is a martial art of genius, but it also requires hard work.
The old monk saw the transformation of Feng Ziyue's momentum, although it was slightly weaker than before, but he nodded happily.
In martial arts, one is not afraid of temporary weakness. What is most afraid of is falling into other people's ruts and being unable to extricate yourself.
The aura just now was indeed dominating in the world. If the invincible monk was still there, it would have ignited a fierce fighting spirit. But unfortunately, this was not the young man's own aura, but the aura of his opponent.
This person's strength and temperament are suitable for the fighting spirit and martial arts of this powerful man who dominates the world.
But for Feng Ziyue, this is not the case.
Although he is also domineering, he is by no means a person who shows his domineering attitude. For him, what is more relevant to him is that he is proud and passionate!
A proud man who won’t shy away from anything strong!
Protect the unyielding passion!
This is Feng Ziyue's own character and temperament. He has no such interest in being like Kuangren Chu, reaching the top with the qualifications of a generation of heroes and looking coldly at all the ants below.
What he wanted was nothing more than two things.
One is to make up for the regrets of the previous life, so that one's relatives and friends can live a peaceful and happy life.
The other is to climb to the pinnacle of swordsmanship, rather than bending and bending, and not bowing down in front of any strong person.
This is his life and his martial arts.
The momentum on his body, which was like a famous sword, was getting stronger and stronger. Feng Ziyue's body was shaking uncontrollably, his face was pale, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, as if he had suffered internal injuries.
The old monk was shocked. What kind of martial arts realm did Feng Ziyue imagine?
You can actually hurt yourself in the Dream Returning Stone - but if you actually take action in the real world, wouldn't your body explode and die as soon as you take action?
This... what kind of martial arts realm is this?
Even the invincible monk couldn't help but become curious.
Feng Ziyue's strength is already very strong, at least equivalent to an eighth-level innate master, and he has a special physique, which can be seen from his battle with Shi San.
Under such circumstances, the level of martial arts he could imagine would actually damage himself or even cause him to explode to death.
So how terrifying is this martial arts realm?
Feng Ziyue was still silent, but the aura on his body became more and more grand and mysterious.
The path of swordsmanship leads to the same destination through different paths.
He has two paths to take.
One, of course, is the Sword God Technique of the previous life. Step by step, step by step, one day, one can destroy the world and reach the highest realm of swordsmanship.
The other one is an unknown sword technique that no matter what sword or who is, cannot withstand it!
The sword of creation and destruction that contains three hundred and sixty-five kinds of heaven and earth energy.
If one can fully display the power of this swordsmanship, one can also sense the ultimate level of swordsmanship.
But this nameless sword technique involves the birth and death of countless worlds, and the changes in it are normal. Just thinking about it will make you dizzy, but when you actually perform one move, it is normal for the sword to break and kill people.
Until now, Feng Ziyue has only realized the rudiments of this set of swordsmanship with the help of the remaining power of the five-color innate stone when he first entered the innate world.
Then when dealing with the three-headed blood dragon, I managed to perform only half a move, but in the end I couldn't use force for a long time and almost lost my life.
However, in this imaginary space, this powerful sword technique may not be impossible to use.
Feng Ziyue closed his eyes and thought, the tip of his sword trembled slightly, but he saw that the small world was constantly growing and dying, and his whole body revealed boundless momentum.
"This...this is..."
The old monk was horrified and moved. The invincible monk had a lot of experience in his life and had seen many masters, but he never expected that he could have such a level of martial arts.
Who is this young man?
From the trembling of the sword tip, he had already seen a glimmer of the supreme realm. All kinds of martial arts problems that he had been unable to solve in the past seemed to have hope of enlightenment at this moment.
"What a pity... I wish I was born a thousand years later to see this young hero!"
If Chu Kuangren's momentum just now made him feel fighting spirit and challenge, then Feng Ziyue's sword energy now made him feel trembling, fearful and frightened, and even more of an excited ecstasy.
pity……
The old monk sighed.
He has been dead for thousands of years, and now he is just a lonely soul, temporarily stored in the dream stone. If he wants to see the prosperity of martial arts in this life, there is no chance.
Feng Ziyue's momentum is still rising. With a swing of his sword, the universe is born and destroyed.
He is the ruler of this world.
He is the sword god!
Life and death are all at your fingertips!
"Unexpected...unexpected..."
The old monk murmured to himself, never expecting that it was just a test, but the first person who came had such tyrannical strength and such a terrifying future.
Although it is not certain whether he will be able to reach the realm of the sword god who can reach the heaven and earth.
But what he can do in the imagination space represents how great his potential is.
Could it be that martial arts after a thousand years has reached such a prosperous age?
The invincible monk's mind was also misunderstood. The first Feng Ziyue he encountered was such a monster.
In fact, on the Tianwu Continent now, due to the existence of the Demon Suppressing Stone Monument, communication between heaven and earth is impossible. There are already many innate warriors, and there is no strong one who can break the void.
Even the strongest Chu Kuangren in the world has not broken into the void for the time being.
At this moment, I heard Feng Ziyue groan, his white clothes stained with blood. It turned out that even in the dream stone this time, he could not support such a huge power!
The old monk was shocked. The Hui Meng Stone was not real at all, even if it was life or death, but looking at Feng Ziyue's condition, if he allowed this power to dig open, his spirit would be severely damaged.
This incident started because of him, so naturally he couldn't just sit back and watch.
If it were the real world, there would be nothing we could do, but this time in the Dream Stone, the young man would not be hurt.
The old monk clapped his hands together and shouted loudly.
"Everything in the world is like a dream. If you don't wake up, how long will it take?"
His voice suddenly became extremely loud, like the roar of spring thunder, and he used the authentic Buddhist lion's roar method to give him a head start.
Feng Ziyue's body swayed, his eyes opened, and the wooden sword in his hand clattered to the ground. His face was pale and shaky.
The kind of realization just now is really hard to come by. Although this time I only performed the nameless swordsmanship in the imaginary space, the realization was like drinking wine and knowing it in my heart.
Although he was already in a state of embarrassment even before he finished using it, it was worth paying a small price to gain such an understanding.
"Thank you, Master, for coming to the rescue!"
Feng Ziyue also knew that if the old monk hadn't forcibly interrupted him with the Buddhist lion's roar, he was afraid that if he continued like this, his body would explode and die even in the spiritual world. Although his body would not be in harm's way, his spirit would be damaged.
Serious injuries are inevitable.
The old monk waved his hand and smiled, "This incident happened because of me. If I hadn't been so brave, I wouldn't have reached this point depending on how strong the young master was..."
He never expected that the level that this fifteen-year-old boy could comprehend would be so high. If he could master it one day, he would be the sword god in the world and unrivaled.
By this time, the old monk was also convinced.
"Young Master's level has far surpassed that of my past. Please forgive me for my rudeness just now."
What the invincible monk wants is to find a suitable successor through this treasure. Feng Ziyue's qualifications are extraordinary. After easily killing Shi San, he already wanted to pass on the mantle to him. This time in the battle in the dream stone, he just wanted to watch
Take a look at his size.
I didn't expect that people who practice swordsmanship have reached such a state. In comparison, the Blood God Treasure Record and the highest state of his Buddhist secrets have not reached this level.
Under such circumstances, how could he have the nerve to bring up the idea of accepting disciples and passing on the inheritance?
Feng Ziyue smiled indifferently, of course he also knew what the invincible monk meant. He had no intention of inheriting the invincible monk's mantle, but since he came here, he naturally couldn't enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed.
In fact, what he values most now is not the Blood God Treasure Record, but this dream-returning stone.
If he could obtain this dream-returning stone and practice in his dreams, it would be of great value to him.
"You're welcome, Master. At that time, Master was so powerful that he was invincible. It's a pity that it's too late in my life and I haven't been able to see Master's grace. I've always been very regretful..."
It is a pity that a strong man like the Invincible Monk could not fight.
Opponents like this can only be encountered but cannot be sought. Just like Chu Kuangren, in order to cultivate opponents, he even oppressed his son-in-law and grandson and threatened the lives of his family members. He just wanted to find someone who could be the same as him.
fighting opponent.
"I am lucky enough to enter this treasure and see the wonder of this dream stone. I wonder if the master can give it to me?"
Feng Ziyue was straightforward. He came here just for treasure hunting. What he wanted more was to find a stronger opponent. The two battles to protect the monsters and the battle with Shi San just now were all very satisfying.
I was very satisfied, and this time there were countless opponents in the dream stone. The nameless sword technique I had just realized was even more useful, so I asked the old monk for it.
The old monk smiled bitterly. This time the Dream Stone was an important tool for him to find his successor, but he also knew that this thing was extremely important to Feng Ziyue, and with his ability, he was afraid of breaking through to the inner layer and finding the Dream Stone and the Blood God Treasure.
It's not difficult at all to record things like that.
The Invincible Monk had many calculations back then to find a qualified disciple, so the previous Golden Palace and the guardian monsters, including this battle of the Dream Stone, were extremely difficult. They were selected layer by layer. Those who could enter the inner layer would inevitably
He is a highly qualified and good-hearted disciple who meets the standards.
This is indeed true.
Feng Ziyue's qualifications, temperament, and current strength have already reached the standard to inherit the mantle of an invincible monk.
However, the only tragedy is that this person's conditions are so good that they have exceeded the requirements for inheriting his own mantle.
In his path of swordsmanship, he can already see the prototype of the Sword God. However, his inheritance is still far behind. What qualifications do he have to accept others as his disciples?
Invincible Monk didn't think about the problem of upper limit, so he couldn't help but frown.
However, he is just a ray of spiritual thought now. Even if he wants to stop Feng Ziyue, it is completely impossible. He can only smile bitterly and say: "Since you need it, it's okay to take it. But this time, the dream stone is with the Blood God Baolu and others."
Everything is stored in the inner core of this treasure. It is up to the young master to find a way to get it..."
The Dream-Returning Stone and the Blood God Treasure Record are placed together, both of which are at the true core of this treasure. Feng Ziyue still needs to find his own way to get in.
He has a map in hand, so he is naturally not afraid.
"but……"
The old monk gave a bitter smile, "I have something to do, and I want to trouble the young master..."
He made all these arrangements to find a disciple, and Feng Ziyue was destined to be impossible to become his disciple, so he had to think of another way, "Young Master is here today. Naturally, all the things I left behind cannot be saved, but they can be used for Young Master."
You have to go, among them there are some Buddhist martial arts, and there is also a book called "My Blood God Treasure Record", which is a rare book in the world. Although the master is of a high level, you can still open the book and skim it, or there may be references to confirm it..."
Feng Ziyue nodded and listened quietly as the monk continued.
"However, I got this Blood God Treasure Record from a strange person. This person's inheritance has been extinguished. I can't let my secret knowledge be lost. I would like to ask you, sir, after you get this Blood God Treasure Record, even if you don't practice it, please help me find a successor."
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Feng Ziyue heard what he said solemnly, but it turned out that he still considered the issue of inheritance, smiled and nodded, "Of course, since the master asked me, I dare not try my best, and I will definitely find a successor for the master with excellent character and qualifications."
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The old monk was overjoyed. He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "In that case, then, young master, you can find a way to enter the inner layer by yourself and get back the dream stone. When you need to practice swordsmanship, you can come in and see the old monk."
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His expression suddenly changed, "Sir, you have been delaying for a long time. Your companion actually wants to use magic to open the inner layer. I'm afraid there are some obstacles. Get out quickly!"
The old monk stretched out his hand and pushed. Before Feng Ziyue could react, he felt a huge force coming from his chest. He became unsteady and took a few steps back. He actually fell out of the Cangwu Pavilion.
As soon as I landed, I smelled a strong smell of blood!