Because of his previous experience, it was much easier for Xie Duanyang to adapt to the game in the fantasy world this time.
Especially when he entered last time, he was just getting started in swordsmanship.
But since he used those monks from the Six Demonic Sects as whetstones in Jinguyuan, he has now completely entered the palace.
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Even if you just use the sword casually, for people in the world, it is an extremely subtle and supreme skill, full of immortality.
However, in just seven days, Xie Duanyang successfully learned the second style of sword intention and broke through.
However, his expression was not very excited, but he sighed lightly.
The last time he spent a full ten years in the illusion, he tempered his state of mind. After his consciousness was separated from the stone tablet, his spiritual consciousness increased a lot.
You must know that spiritual consciousness has an impact on the growth of mana, breakthroughs in cultivation, and even refining elixirs, making talismans, etc.
For the current Xie Duanyang, this incidental effect is actually greater than the intention of the sword.
However, this time, there is no such good thing.
Although the spiritual consciousness also increased slightly, it was almost negligible compared with the previous time.
After all, it happened once, and it was difficult for him to be touched by many of the experiences this time.
Xie Duanyang knew clearly that the effect of the next five dollars would only become weaker.
"Don't be too greedy. This is an unexpected surprise."
After silently persuading himself, Xie Duanyang quickly calmed down, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, and began to cultivate the energy consumed in it.
At the same time, get familiar with and explore the new sword intention as soon as possible.
Two days later, he stood up from the ground, feeling full of energy, and walked around like pressing the third stone tablet.
The underground river was silent except for Xie Duanyang's movement once or twice every few days.
Soon, a month and a half passed.
Xie Duanyang leaned against the last stone tablet, although his cultivation had not improved significantly.
But his momentum is like the Yangtze River, flowing turbulently.
I saw that my clothes were swollen into balls, and there was a circle of faint green haze floating in the sky.
There are even cracks looming on the ground, which is mysterious and unparalleled.
This is because Xie Duanyang practiced and comprehended the Seven Kills of the White Tiger, and the magic power in his body unconsciously surged and leaked out, repelling the "Hundred Colors Shadowless Armor" and the "Hundred Poisons Cold Light Miasma".
Every half-moment that passes, his momentum will increase and his clothes will become more and more bulging.
It is about to completely break away from the body like a "miasma of cold light" and manifest its original form.
His aura that had reached its peak suddenly sank and became restrained.
Xie Duanyang opened his eyes and exhaled the turbid air in his chest very long and very slowly, almost without end.
There was a look of fear on his face, which was even more regretful.
Every time he learned a sword style from the stone tablet, his understanding of this technique became deeper.
When you learn the sword intention later, it will become easier and faster.
However, when he learned the last move, something changed.
The seven-style swords emerged together in the sea of consciousness, leading the mana to collide with each other.
Xie Duanyang looked calm, but in fact, there seemed to be thousands of armies clashing and killing each other inside his body.
Strange phenomena such as the magic weapon being pushed away are signs that he cannot restrain himself.
To a lesser extent, it is the result of chaotic and retrograde mana, leading to obsession.
At worst, he will vomit several liters of blood, and it will take him several months to recover.
Thanks to Xie Duanyang's success in practicing "Dayan Jue", his spiritual awareness is far superior to that of his peers, and he is protected by the Taixu Mirror.
As soon as the abnormality first appeared, we immediately took action to suppress it, and then sorted out the seven styles of sword intent, and finally passed without any danger.
"Very good, now let me see what's weird inside?"
Xie Duanyang stood up.
Accompanied by the "crackling" sound of muscles and bones shaking, pure and cold sharp sword energy rises from the body.
There are two layers of formations, inner and outer.
The "Spirit Locking Formation" is used externally to condense the aura of this underground vein into this "small area".
As for the inside, seven stone tablets were used to suppress the ban.
Each Seven Kills Monument is equivalent to a Tao portal.
If you want to crack it, you must completely cultivate the "Seven Kills of the White Tiger" inside.
Thinking in his mind, Xie Duanyang used his palm as a sword and swung it seven times in a row.
Just in time, the seven-style sword intention of White Tiger's Seven Kills should be followed and landed on the surface of the corresponding stone tablet.
The sword energy cannot be damaged at all, just like water returning to the sea, it merges into it in a moment.
The stone tablet suddenly emits dazzling white light, which are connected in series to form a dome light curtain.
In an instant, the light of countless moonstones surrounding him were suppressed.
Looking at the portal passage slowly emerging on the light screen, Xie Duanyang did not enter hastily.
First, he released seven Flower Bees, waited for a while, and then released two first- and intermediate-level Fire Crows.
Finally, Zai distracted controlled Tu Xingsun and walked into it.
Everyone is safe and sound, and it looks like there are no dangerous arrangements inside.
"This is?!"
With the help of Tu Xingsun's perspective, Xie Duanyang opened his eyes in shock and looked at what he saw in disbelief.
In the middle of the seven stone monuments is a small island.
In fact, it is difficult to say that it is an island, but it is only a dozen feet in radius, and it just divides the underground river into two branches.
I don’t know if it exists naturally, or if it was formed over thousands of years due to the influence of the two internal and external formations.
In the underground veins, this section has the strongest aura.
And the spiritual energy that spans dozens or hundreds of miles here is locked within a radius of hundreds of feet.
It is conceivable that the aura of this place is rich, even if the main body has not yet entered.
Xie Duanyang could feel that the possessed Tu Xingsun was refreshed, and his instinct was to intensify his breathing.
But that's not his focus.
A tomb is located in the middle of the island, with a stone tablet standing in front of it.
This is someone’s burial place?!
Xie Duanyang understood it completely in his heart and couldn't help but sigh that the other party really enjoyed it.
The Yuanying monks would fight each other when they found out that this Feng Shui treasure land was actually just someone's spiritual tomb.
"But if a corpse is placed in a place like this, will it really not turn into a spirit?"
Silently reciting the sentence in his heart, Xie Duanyang carefully touched the person who was about to come in.
The answer is probably no.
He has long sensed that these seven stone tablets are not for decoration. They naturally have a suppressive power, so they can be used as formation bases.
However, it still did not prevent him from sacrificing three protective instruments at the same time to prevent unexpected changes.
But he soon stopped caring about this and stared directly in front of him.
The grave is not the center of the "Spirit Locking Array", it is next to it.
The pure spiritual energy condenses into water and forms a spiritual spring, gurgling out of the ground.
In the middle of the spiritual spring, a vine grows so densely that the sapphire shelf it clings to is almost invisible.
And in the center of the pergola, there is a gourd that looks like black jade hanging.
It's only about the size of a palm, and is easily overlooked by countless leaves of the same color.
"This, this..."
Because he was so excited, Xie Duanyang couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
No need to guess, he also knew that this was the most precious thing he had seen since entering the world of cultivation.