Sleepless that night, in the cold rainy night, Yuan Futu took a bottle of fine wine, went to Wan'er's grave alone, and drank it himself.
When he saw that the entire Sword Sect was busy preparing for the war that might happen in the next few days, his heart suddenly became very heavy. He felt that the burden on his shoulders was as heavy as a mountain and would crush him at any time. He had never felt this before.
With such a sense of mission now, I even have doubts in my heart.
"Wan'er, in a few days, the Beiming Sect will call. Although I am confident, I am not sure enough. That Feng Chenzi is indeed very strong, and in the current state of Nangong Yuan, I am afraid that it will be difficult to deal with it... If
What should I do if I really lose?"
Yuan Futu muttered to himself passively, and drank the sweet wine in the pot in one gulp. The burning feeling in his organs was very pungent, and his mind suddenly sobered up.
Lin Wan'er was still lying silently under this tomb. She lost her soul and only this skin and body was left.
Yuan Futu raised his head, letting the cold rain splash on his face, and sighed: "Back then, everyone recommended me to be the Thirteenth Swordsman, but in the final analysis, I am still just a fledgling rookie, even if I practice hard
, I got these so-called adventures by luck, and now I am only a practitioner in the early stage of Tianmang, unable to turn the tide..."
If he had been the only one from beginning to end, maybe he would have died. There is nothing to regret. But now he is holding thousands of lives in his hands. This kind of pressure is too heavy for Yuan Futu.
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Yuan Futu walked to the tomb, squatted down, put his forehead against the bone-cold tombstone, and said: "However, no matter what happens, I will never give up, and I will never let anyone trample on Jian Zong.
As long as you are still here...if you really want to die, I will be the first one!"
Although he had concerns, he had already made up his mind.
Xiao Nan promised that the formation base would be completed at dusk tomorrow, which meant that from that moment on, Yuan Futu would have to carve out the formation patterns. This might take several days, and could it even be completed before the Beiming Sect attacked.
It’s hard to say, but I will definitely try my best to do it.
The rain kept falling. Yuan Futu said goodbye to Wan'er, but did not return to his residence. Instead, he came to the cliff behind the Sutra Pavilion.
On the Tianxuan cliff, there is a record of the sixth-level Kung Fu book, "Tianxuan Sword Jue".
Thinking back, Yuan Futu had been stuck in the realm of the wrathful sword for too long, so he came here to understand the more powerful sword of the first sect master and see if he could gain anything.
The iron paintings and silver hooks on the cliff are as powerful as a frightening dragon. The simple brush strokes contain the majestic sword intention that has penetrated thousands of years of history.
Yuan Futu slowly closed his eyes, meditating on the secrets on the ancient clock in his mind. These were materialized and began to gradually emerge, and the power hidden in it also awakened.
This scripture engraved on the Chaos Clock is very magical. It seems to hold the power of the past. Its origin is still unknown. The answer may be found in the memory imprint of the God of Sin and Death, but Yuan Futu is obviously not able to do it at this time.
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The scriptures exuded a mysterious light in his mind, becoming more and more powerful. Yuan Futu opened his left eye with great difficulty, and the magatama in his eyes reappeared. As it circulated, it affected the history of the entire space and began to regress.
This ancient scripture has completely controlled the space within Yuan Futu's sight through his left eye. Yuan Futu felt very painful, as if his head was about to explode, and blood flowed out of the corner of his eye again. This phenomenon has not been seen for a long time.
arrive.
Yuan Futu frowned, and a figure suddenly appeared in his sight. He was dressed neatly in blue, and looked like a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam. He wore a silk scarf, his face was elegant and delicate, and he stood silently in front of the cliff with his hands behind his back.
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"The first sect leader."
Yuan Futu was shocked by this unprecedented sense of reality, as if the first sect leader was standing here alive, his clothes dancing in the wind and gradually getting wet from the rain, and his breath seemed so clear and refreshing, as if
A pool of spring water.
It's like an illusory person integrated with the real world.
Yuan Futu frowned deeply, his left eye was becoming more and more painful, and the consumption of true energy in the golden elixir was also increasing.
It seems that this should be the second realm of the Eye of Samsara, the power of Shura.
The next moment, the figure of the first sect master moved, as if he was dancing with a sword, but there was no sword in his hand. However, as he raised his sleeves, it seemed that everything in the world had become his sword.
That kind of sword intent that destroyed everything came towards his face, and Yuan Futu's ears suddenly remembered the clanging sounds of the sword being unsheathed. He couldn't see where the sword of the first sect master was, but he felt that whatever he saw was
Everything is the clan master's sword. This is a very strange feeling.
The decayed branches and leaves on the ground are the sword of the first sect master. It is extremely sharp and can carve gold and stone.
Those rocks weighing thousands of pounds and covered with moss are the swords of the first sect leader. They are powerful and can cut through floating clouds.
Even the raindrops dripping from the sky are the sword of the first sect master, with the smell of annihilation, which can ban all things.
This artistic conception was extremely terrifying. Yuan Futu felt as small as an ant when he was in it. Countless sword intentions passed by him, as if he might perish at any time. He raised his head and stared at the ancient lines on the cliff.
, murmured: "Everything will be hidden."
This is the fifth realm of "Tianxuan Sword Art", also called the Sword of All Things. It is being perfectly displayed by the first sect leader. Yuan Futu is immersed in it and savors the sword's intention with his heart.
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The moon sets and the sun rises, and it's the next day.
Xiaonan stayed up all night and personally started the work of transporting spirit stones to promote the process of building the formation base. Xiaodouzi also came to help early in the morning. He had read countless classics and had a good understanding of formations, so he was very easy to get started with.
quick.
As time goes by, piles of spiritual stones of different colors are arranged neatly and orderly, looking like a colorful python, connected end to end, forming a ring as a whole, and inside the ring, criss-crossing,
Outline a complex pattern.
What Xiaonan has to do is not only to ensure that the area covered by the entire formation is consistent with the elemental power in the spirit stones, but also to ensure that there are no errors in the ordering of thousands of spirit stones with different elements, otherwise
Even if Yuan Futu perfectly depicts the formation, when the formation is used, the elemental power mobilized will be out of balance, causing fundamental damage to the formation.
The knowledge here is very deep. With Xiaonan's extreme talent, he has been immersed in formations for hundreds of years to achieve what he is today. And he knows very well that with the formations, he has not gone far, even if he is not as far as he was back then.
Compared with the first sect leader, there is a huge difference.