Chapter two hundred and eighty fourth sword practice
Because he didn't know when Wugui Ruins would appear, Liu Qinghuan couldn't retreat in Baishi City, so he planned to use it to practice magic.
The Qiankun Finger obtained from the cave of the old demon Wen Dao made it easy to get started, but it became more and more difficult the further he went. A large bluestone by the lake became a victim of his practice of this technique. There were more and more holes on it that were as thick as a finger, and
As time goes by, those holes become deeper and deeper.
Compared with the Qiankun Zhi, Liu Qinghuan focused more on practicing the splitting formula of the Eight-Character Sword Technique.
He originally wanted to practice the Hui Zi Jue first, but the Hui Zi Jue requires a peaceful sword intent and a return to nature. After practicing for a while, Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to give up.
After all, he is not a swordsman, and his sword cultivation is still far behind. It is not that easy to reach the state of returning to nature.
Moreover, the Sword Intention of Life and Death is a realization of the Tao, and it is still in the stage of cultivating the sword. There is still a long way to go before the sword can be matured. In addition, he uses it frequently in daily life, which has seriously hindered the growth of the Sword Intent of Life and Death.
Liu Qinghuan hesitated for a few days, went over his attack methods, and finally made the decision to seal the bamboo.
Sealing bamboo is similar to sealing a tripod when refining weapons and elixirs, sealing and nourishing the sword of life and death in the reverse life bamboo.
However, as a result, he had no sword to use, so he had to visit several stores in the city to buy a high-grade spiritual sword that was barely suitable, and continued to practice the splitting technique of the Eight-Character Sword Art.
But he was used to using the sword of life and death, and when he used other spiritual swords, he felt that it was all kinds of awkward. Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to take it step by step and slowly.
The power of the Fenzijue sword was too great when opened and closed, and it was difficult to use in a small place, so he ran to the nearby mountains to practice.
The sword formula is easy to master very quickly, but unfortunately the essence of the eight-character sword formula lies in the conversion of sword movements between the various characters, which is extremely difficult.
The Huan Zi Jue is ethereal and treacherous, the Breaking Zi Jue attacks sharply, and the Fen Zi Jue is majestic. How to make the three completely different sword movements blend into one, smooth and rounded, Liu Qinghuan felt for the first time that he was so powerful that there was no distraction.
usefulness.
Time passed slowly in this way, and five years passed in a flash.
A blue long sword loomed through the mountains. One moment it was under a big tree, and the next moment it appeared behind the rocks. The ethereal sword's power changed drastically without any warning, and it originally had an afterimage.
The sword body suddenly solidified, and the sword light passed through invisible ripples.
Just a soft sound was heard, and the rock broke into pieces like tofu.
The stone fragments just flew up, but as if they were frightened, the upward momentum suddenly stopped, and a huge force suddenly erupted, and the green sword slashed towards the valley.
"Boom!"
Countless birds flew out of the woods next to the valley in fright at the loud noise. A young bird that had just learned to fly flew over the valley in panic. In its frightened black eyes, a green sword shadow was getting bigger and bigger.
The closer he gets, the sword moves forward with great force.
The chick was so frightened that it couldn't flap its wings smoothly, and all its feathers fluttered away. However, it saw the sword shadow suddenly swam, submerged into the void in a blink of an eye, and reappeared very far behind it.
Liu Qinghuan walked out of the forest and reached out to catch the fallen chick.
The bird's small body trembled into a ball, and its tender beak pecked the palm of his hand twice before flying away staggeringly.
Liu Qinghuan chuckled lightly, recalled the Qingying Sword, and touched the sword with emotion.
Five years, it took him a full five years to practice the three-character formula of illusion, breaking and dividing to his heart's content!
The sun had already set in the west, so Liu Qinghuan stopped practicing his sword and turned around to fly towards Baishi City.
From a distance, I saw another mirage appear on the sea, this time it was a group of islands in the sea, dotted in the sky.
Not long after we entered the city, there were more foundation-building monks in the city than before, and people were already arriving one after another to wait for the appearance of Bugui Ruixi.
However, Bugui Ruins is not like the Tainan Examination, because you must have entry-level beads, which greatly limits the number of people. Furthermore, most of the things inside are just low-level spiritual weapons, so the high-level monks are not too big.
Interested people came to join in the fun, and most of the people who came were foundation-building monks.
But the danger of Bugui Xu is probably far greater than that of the Sea of Sao Feng. As long as the Sea of Sao Feng can withstand the strong wind and is more careful, you can always walk in. But the reason why Bu Gui Xu is called Bu Gui means that it means
Most people who go in never come back.
After all, monks cherish their lives. Cultivation is not easy, and the road to immortality is extremely long. If you don't enter or return to ruins, you won't lose much opportunity.
When Liu Qinghuan wanted to go in, in addition to the entrance beads, there were rumors that someone had discovered a teleportation circle.
Although he didn't know whether the teleportation circle led to Yunmengze, Liu Qinghuan had to verify it himself.
Bugui Ruins was once a battlefield for monks, a place of dead souls, and a place cursed by time. There were every kind of dead souls wandering inside that refused to die, and there were also dead souls that didn't know they were dead.
These dead souls are different from the ghosts in the Nine Nether Hell. They are the souls of people left behind in the world.
When Liu Qinghuan returned to the small courtyard where she rented, she saw a booklet lying on the ground at the door.
Today is the 15th, and the latest issue of Xingloudi has arrived.
Liu Qinghuan picked up the book and flipped through it as he walked into the courtyard.
In the past few years, he has gained a comprehensive understanding of the entire Sao Feng Continent through the Star Tower Newspaper.
Which sect fought with whom, and what rare treasures were found there, everything is covered in this report. Even the love and hatred between monks, who stole whose woman, who was beaten by the tigress at home, etc.
The last few pages of the newspaper were full of such jokes.
Liu Qinghuan never knew that he had such leisure. Every time he got a booklet, he would read it with great interest.
He flipped through it as usual and found nothing about the Border War. In the past five years, the words "Boundary War" had never appeared in this pamphlet.
I don’t know whether those people in Sao Feng Continent chose not to believe it at all, or whether they were secretly preparing. Anyway, Liu Qinghuan did not have optimistic ideas.
That night, Liu Qinghuan practiced in a quiet room as usual.
The aquatic wood energy array has a very strong spirit-gathering effect, and the spiritual energy in the quiet room is much richer than in the courtyard. As for outside the courtyard, the spiritual energy in the entire Baishi City is extremely weak.
Sao Feng Continent is a desolate land with extremely thin spiritual energy! So Liu Qinghuan just wanted to find a way back as soon as possible.
The landscape pictures on the wall and the green lotus fire on the table are all quietly absorbing spiritual energy.
This is the conclusion Liu Qinghuan came to after five years of observation.
The green lotus karmic fire now has more traces than at the beginning, swaying quietly in the lampstand on the back of the three-legged green Luan.
As for the landscape painting, the black mountains and white water are more vivid, and a small corner of the cornice appears among the trees in the mountains. You can't even notice it if you don't pay attention.
Liu Qinghuan sat cross-legged in the water-derived wood energy formation, breathing quietly.
Although the spiritual power he has gained after practicing for one night is as different as the difference between the ocean and a bowl of water compared to his Dantian, which is like a bottomless pit. But there must be bowls of water to slowly fill the ocean.
Even if he was anxious, it would be useless.
He still remembered the mandatory oath that he had to kill a Nascent Soul monk within two hundred years.
I heard that the old monster who specializes in deceiving people not only destroyed the seal of Jiuyou Hell, but also deceived him!
That guy had better die in the Nine Nether Hell, otherwise if he has the ability to kill Chu Yueqing, the master of Xingyue Palace, he must kill him first to relieve the hatred in his heart.
While he was concentrating on his cultivation, Liu Qinghuan suddenly frowned and woke up from trance.
He gently touched the ring on his right hand, and a dark green ball flew out, half-floating in front of him.
The orb flashed with green light, as if a ghost was blinking strangely.