At this time, the sword spirit was like a living person, floating in the air, blooming with brilliance, seemingly responding to Feng Jueyu's judgment.
Feng Jueyu strode forward, passed through the sword formation, came to the open space, stared at the sword spirit and said: "I like the true meaning of your sword very much, follow me."
Wudingjian floated in the air, laughing contemptuously like a wise man: "You let me follow you, you are so funny. There are six thousand sword spirits in the spirit world, each has its own true meaning, and I am the lowest.
Yeah, why did you take a fancy to me?"
Wu Dingjian seemed to be mocking Feng Jueyu and said: "You really have no vision. To tell you the truth, it has only been three million years since I was discovered. It has only been two million years since I joined the sword world of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Realm.
Among them, there are 98,742 Tiangang Sect disciples who chose me as their sword spirit."
"Among them, 98,740 people practiced for a period of time and all chose to give up. Only two people persisted."
"But of the last two people, the one who persisted the longest did not exceed 30,000 years before giving up completely. This made me regarded as rubbish swordsmanship by the entire Tiangang Sect disciples, but you chose me? Do you think you are ridiculous?
"
Feng Jueyu listened and laughed. As a sword spirit, it is okay for others to look down on him. Wu Dingjian looks down on himself, which is interesting.
He said loudly: "I am just a weird person. If others don't like me, it doesn't mean that I don't like me. I just like it."
"Oh, tell me, what do you like about me?"
"As I said just now, the shape of the sword is indefinite, the intention of the sword is indefinite, the sword's strength is indefinite, and it is endless. You can do whatever you want. It must be the true meaning of your sword."
"That's right." Wu Dingjian did not deny it and asked, "So what?"
Feng Jueyu realized: "Undetermined and endless means doing whatever you want. This is the essence of the true meaning. The sword is the emperor without losing its majesty. All weapons are respected by the sword. In this case, the sword should be formless and formless."
, it’s right that it has no end.”
Wuding Jianyi was silent for a moment, and the light on the sword became brighter: "Continue."
"The sword that follows one's heart is the way of the emperor. Only by cultivating the sword to the point where it can be used at will can one truly inherit the way of swordsmanship. Then, with a sword at will, it has nothing to do with form or strength. I can kill if I want to, and destroy if I want to.
Destruction, this is the true domineering spirit."
"If you surrender to me, I will take you all over the Tianhe River and despise Kunlun. I will be the emperor and all weapons will surrender."
"If you provoke me, I will kill you. No matter how strong you are, I am stronger than you. In short, no matter what, I can be invincible. This is the arrogance of uncertainty."
Feng Jueyu expressed his understanding in one breath, and the Wuding Sword finally shone brightly.
His tone seemed a little excited: "Okay, okay, okay, I have been here for two million years, and you are still the first person to understand the true meaning of my sword as soon as you come in. This shows that we are destined, but there is something I must do
I remind you that to practice my Sword of Uncertainty, you must endure pain that ordinary people cannot endure. Can you possibly endure it?"
"What kind of pain?"
"Nature is spiritual."
Wuding Sword Dao: "When you practice the Wuding Sword, its power under Xiaojingtian will be mediocre, and it will even become weaker as you practice. But as long as you break through Xiaojingtian, the power of the sword will skyrocket. The longer you practice, the more powerful it will be.
After the Great and Small Realm Heavens, there is no other sword in the same realm, only the Wuding Sword, which is the emperor."
"Xiao Jingtian?" Feng Jueyu scratched his head.
Wu Dingjian was stunned and said: "You don't even know about Xiao Jingtian, right?"
Hearing this, the Witch God quickly reminded: "Your Majesty, when cultivating magical arts, one must follow the principles of Tao. Only those who are above the ninety-nine Tao principles can be called Xiaojing Tian."
Feng Jueyu suddenly realized that he didn't expect this sword to be so troublesome to practice. This meant that if he couldn't practice the Wuding Sword to more than 100 ways, the sword intention would be useless.
Even the Nine Lotus Sword Art may be a hundred times more powerful than the Wuding Sword.
However, Feng Jueyu did not give up. What he cared about was the last words of the Wuding Sword Spirit. If he broke through the Dao and his cultivation level reached the Xiaojingtian level, the Wuding Sword would soar into the sky.
From now on, in terms of swordsmanship, among swordsmen under the same level, only Wuding Sword is the real emperor.
"I see, I want you." Feng Jueyu only hesitated for two seconds before making up his mind.
"Okay, in that case, don't regret it. I have seen too many gods and men who regretted practicing the Wuding Sword. But I can tell you responsibly that as long as you can cultivate 100 kinds of principles, your swordsmanship will reach the level of
You will not be disappointed with the realm of Xiaojingtian."
"Now that I have chosen it, I will not regret it."
Feng Jueyu smiled and stretched out his hand.
Soon, the Wuding Sword Spirit flew from the air and sank into his palm with a swish sound.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Jueyu felt a sword appear in his mind - Wuding Sword Spirit.
This sword spirit flew straight to the soul, and within a moment, it merged into his soul, became one with the soul, and became a part of his memory.
Feng Jueyu didn't feel any discomfort at all, and then he could have a heart-to-heart conversation.
"Is it okay now?"
"That's enough, kid, you have to have great patience to practice the Wuding Sword. I hope you can make a breakthrough within five years."
"But don't be too happy too early. It will be very difficult to practice the Wuding Sword. The ninety-nine kinds of Tao are divided into three small realms, and the thirty-three kinds of Tao are divided into one realm, one realm is weak, and the third realm is weak.
When you are in the realm, your sword will will be weak to a very terrifying limit. At that time, you will not even be able to kill the masters of the realm with just your sword intent. I hope that you can still persevere at that time."
After listening to this, Feng Jueyu felt a little depressed, thinking that this sword intention was too bad. When it reached the third level, which was between the sixty-seven and ninety-nine ways, it was so weak in the end that even people
Can't even kill him, it's so rubbish.
"What are you thinking? Do you think I'm rubbish?"
The Wuding Sword Spirit, who had a similar mind to him, was unhappy and cursed: "If you have such thoughts, I advise you to stop immediately and practice another way of teaching swordsmanship."
"You know, when many people learn about cultivating Wuding Sword Intention, they will have the same thoughts, which will eventually lead to giving up halfway."
"But now, I'm afraid it's too late. Haha, I want to see how long you can hold on."
Feng Jueyu thought for a while and asked, "What did you mean by fifty thousand years just now?"
Wuding Sword Spirit said: "If your talent is not bad, you can still hope to break through to the Small Realm within 50,000 years. Of course, many people will take longer than this."
Feng Jueyu was happy after hearing this: "That's not necessary. I can break through the Small Realm in ten thousand years at most."
Feng Jueyu was not bragging when he said this. He possesses a great formation of the divine way and can communicate with heaven and earth. He can practice preaching swordsmanship several times faster than others. Especially in terms of understanding the principles of the Tao, he has an advantage that others cannot have.
Wudingjian didn't believe his nonsense. If he could break through Xiaojingtian in ten thousand years, wouldn't everyone come to practice Wudingjian? It's really ridiculous.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, the Wuding Sword has been bound to Feng Jueyu anyway, and Feng Jueyu has withdrawn from the True Realm of Sword Intent and came to the sword altar.
"Since Wuding Sword is difficult to practice, then we need to find a place to improve the sword intention to the realm of Xiaojingtian."
Feng Jueyu made up his mind and said.
Regarding this, Wu Dingjian expressed disbelief, but since Feng Jueyu had the idea of cultivating, he could not stop him.
"I want to see how you broke through to the small realm of heaven within ten thousand years."
"You'll find out later."
The reason why Feng Jueyu has such confidence is precisely because of the Shinto formation.
In the past, when practicing swordsmanship, one had to consider one's own cultivation level. Most of the time was spent on improving one's own cultivation level. In fact, very little time was spent on practicing swordsmanship.
But this time, he planned to spend ten thousand years to improve the realm of Wuding Sword first. Only in this way can he possess a powerful divine art.
The performance of the Nine Lotus Sword Techniques is now more and more disappointing to me. Although this set of sword techniques is powerful, it is time to give up.
It is the right way to practice with Wuding Sword instead.
Having made up his mind, Feng Jueyu was ready to go to Xinziyuan.
Xinziyuan is a place for Mingling realm disciples to rest and practice. Everyone has a fairy cave, but Feng Jueyu has never been there before. This is the first time.
According to Yanzhen's instructions, he planned to go to Mingkong Pond first, teleport there, and get familiar with the terrain.
Just as he was about to go to Mingkong Pond, Yan Zhen suddenly walked over and shouted from afar: "Feng Jueyu, stop here."
Seeing Yan Zhen walking over and looking angry, Feng Jueyu was slightly startled: "Yan Zhen, what's the matter?"
"Bold, you dare to call me by my name, why don't you get over here."
He stayed in the sword altar for a day and a night, but he didn't expect Yan Zhen's attitude towards him to change drastically.
Feng Jueyu was a little confused and asked: "Yan Zhen, what do you mean?"
"Asshole, you called me Yanzhen too. You should call me Uncle Yanzhen."
Yan Zhen had a straight face and was extremely angry. He didn't explain the reason at all. He stretched out his hand to grab it and saw a black halo shrouding Feng Jueyu's head.
Before Feng Jueyu could ask what happened, he followed Yan Zhen and disappeared into the sword altar with a swish sound.
After a few breaths, Feng Jueyu came to a huge stone tablet. The stone tablet was flashing with black light, like a huge whirlpool. There were people in front of the stone tablet.
They range from the first-turn god-men to the fourth-turn god-men, and the number is huge, about four to five thousand.
Yan Zhen brought Feng Jueyu to the stone monument, dragged him to the front of the team, and scolded: "You are such a bastard, you dare to deceive me, you are so courageous, I will send you to the night now."
Kill enemies in the demon world, and when you have accumulated one hundred thousand demon souls, when will you be allowed to return to the Mingling Realm to learn the swordsmanship of preaching, go ahead."
After finishing speaking, Feng Jueyu was pushed into the whirlpool by Yan Zhen before he could realize what happened.
Feng Jueyu's eyes were dazzled, and then he came to a dark space. Looking around, there were corpses and skeletons everywhere.