Inside Canglan Palace. Fantasy world. The phantom of the huge Canglan Purgatory Blade hangs between heaven and earth. Su Yu sat cross-legged under the Canglan Purgatory Blade, holding a low-grade tempering stone in his hand.
Between Su Yu's eyebrows, there was a small knife that looked like white jade, floating quietly. Exuding extremely terrifying sword energy.
There are nine levels of martial arts artistic conception. One layer, condensed into a virtual shadow of artistic conception. If you are practicing the art of swordsmanship, then the condensed image of the artistic conception will be a small knife like Su Yu.
At the second level, the strength has faded. At the beginning, the artistic conception shadow may be one size, but when the artistic conception shadow grows to the size of the mouth of a bowl, it has completely entered the second level of artistic conception.
As for the three levels of artistic conception... you need to carve your own name on top of the phantom of the artistic conception!
Turn it into your natal artistic conception! This is also the basis for the integration of reality and reality. At this moment, Su Yu's eyebrows were filled with a knife the size of two bowls, floating quietly under the wisps of sword energy coming from the shadow of Canglan Infernal Blade.
He became more and more attentive little by little. Eventually it gradually grew. The tempering stone in his hand also produced extremely turbulent fluctuations, shrouding Su Yu's artistic conception.
"Almost..." Su Yu murmured slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
"The size of the artistic conception shadow has basically grown to the extreme. Even under the tempering of Canglan Purgatory Blade, it cannot continue to improve."
"The next step is to start carving words on the shadow of the artistic conception!" A ray of light burst out from Su Yu's eyes.
The next moment, the sword energy in the body swept out in an instant, and seemed to turn into a carving knife above the void.
Finally, it fell on Su Yu's artistic conception. But the moment the carving knife landed on the shadow of the artistic conception, there was a heartbreaking pain that spread throughout Su Yu's body.
"Ah!!!" Even though Su Yu had experienced all kinds of pain, facing the heartbreaking pain from his soul, Su Yu couldn't help but scream.
Drops of cold sweat appeared on Su Yu, the incarnation of the soul. In an instant, Su Yu's face turned a little pale.
"Hiss... If you want to transform the phantom of your artistic conception into the phantom of your life, the pain you have to go through is so intense!" Su Yu gasped for air.
"But, so what!" Su Yu murmured, and a surging momentum suddenly burst out from his body.
"Today, I want to carve this name... completely!" Su Yu groaned, closed his eyes again, controlled the carving knife transformed from the sword energy, and began to carve words on the shadow of the artistic conception.
Along with the slow movement of the carving knife, Su Yu's soul incarnation couldn't help but tremble.
His complexion gradually became ferocious, and veins burst out in an instant. It was as if he was suffering from overwhelming pain.
"Hey!" At this moment, a sigh sounded between heaven and earth. Buzz! ! Accompanied by a slight sound.
Behind Su Yu, a burly figure slowly walked out. The man's upper body was naked, and his body was covered with dense scars. On his face, there was an extremely hideous scar, which completely divided the man's face.
"This little guy... is really impatient!" The middle-aged man looked at Su Yu below, and his face that originally looked extremely ferocious could not help but become softer.
"However, he is somewhat similar to the boss."
"It's not that easy to transform the phantom of your artistic conception into the phantom of your life!"
"Especially because the breakthrough has been too fast recently, it is easy to cause the foundation to be unstable, but..." The middle-aged man murmured slightly, and as he waved his hand, a mysterious wave filled Su Yu's whole body.
The next moment, Su Yu's soul incarnation, which was still trembling, unexpectedly stabilized.
Even his face gradually softened. As the pain disappeared, the carving knife transformed from the sword energy began to carve more quickly.
Looking at this scene, the middle-aged man smiled slightly and looked at a certain place. There was extremely terrifying energy in his eyes, as if he had seen through the illusion.
"Just in time, since I'm back, let's go take a look at my useless disciple." The middle-aged man murmured, and immediately took a step forward. Ripples appeared in the void, and calmness returned.
It was as if nothing had happened. Only the incarnation of Su Yu's soul sat quietly under the shadow of Canglan Infernal Blade, and engraved his name on the shadow of the artistic conception bit by bit.
.....at the same time. Inside the Palace of Purgatory. The middle-aged man in Mai lay comfortably on the cushion, supporting the back of his head with one hand, grabbing a wine gourd with the other, and pouring wine into his mouth.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man shuddered suddenly.
"Who!" The middle-aged man in Mai shouted loudly, and a terrible wave of waves spread out from the middle-aged man's body.
The surrounding space was instantly distorted by this terrifying wave. Behind him, pieces of purgatory seemed to have formed. The temperature soared instantly, and along with the endless sword energy, it seemed as if the entire world was going to be completely shattered.
There was a hint of solemnity on the face of the middle-aged man in Mai.
"It's strange. With my cultivation, I didn't find any trace of the visitor..."
"Is he a strong man at the peak of the Yin and Yang realm?"
"Why do such people come to my Ninth Sword Palace?" The middle-aged man's heart sank. Suddenly, he saw a black shadow flickering in front of his eyes.
"I found you!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly, and as his figure flickered, he followed the black shadow and left Canglan Palace.
In one step, it feels like crossing tens of thousands of kilometers. In the endless wilderness, the middle-aged man in Mai looked gloomy, and his eyes swept around the surroundings. A dangerous aura permeated from the middle-aged man in Mai.
"Your Majesty brought me here, why?" The middle-aged man in Mai looked at the void around him and said solemnly.
However, there was silence all around. This made the middle-aged Mai Yi frown even more.
"Since you have nothing to do, I'll leave now!" The middle-aged man in Mai snorted coldly, and then he wanted to leave this place.
However, at this moment, a voice sounded in the ears of the middle-aged man Mai.
"Now that you're here, why don't you kneel down?" Upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man Mai suddenly turned around, and then his pupils vibrated instantly, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Especially when looking at the burly figure in front of him, something crystal clear appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man in Mai.
"Master!"
