Cheng Ling's figure slowly fell, and it was pitch black below. The boundless evil energy not only filled the sky, but also filled the space below the square.
The consciousness extends downwards, and countless restrictions appear in the void, like a light curtain, blocking out the thick demonic energy.
Before it was time for tea, Cheng Ling dragged Jian Yinghao into the restricted bush. Soon, he felt an extremely strong repulsive force, and a horizontal pulling force was transmitted to his body. Different from the force transmitted to himself, the pulling force from Jian Yinghao was clearly in the opposite direction to his own. , as if two people are not allowed to enter together in this forbidden jungle.
The two pulling forces are getting stronger and stronger, like two big hands pulling each other. Cheng Ling originally didn't want to be separated from Jian Yinghao, but when he saw his skinny body, he was afraid of being torn in half by this force. He had no choice but to I can only let go.
The moment he let go, the inexplicable pulling force increased a hundredfold, and his figure instantly fell straight down. After a few breaths, it was as if he had passed through a thin film, and his feet were already on the ground.
Cheng Ling stabilized his body, opened his eyes, and looked around.
This is a stone bridge. It is pitch black under the bridge, like an abyss, as if it has existed since ancient times. The bridge is in the vast expanse, exuding an ancient atmosphere.
There was an illusory curtain on the bridge, and there seemed to be another world within it, and there seemed to be a vague presence of human figures, but when he looked carefully, he couldn't see anything, it was all blurry.
Not only that, but on the bridge, I also felt a sharp sword intent extending from it. Just like practicing one after another, this continuous sword intent cannot be seen, but it can be felt.
Taking a deep breath, I don’t know what the danger is on this bridge, but in short, this is the first time I have encountered a stone bridge that can exude sword intent. Perhaps it is a test for the younger monks by the ancient sword cultivators.
He took one step forward, and a cold wind suddenly blew across the bridge. The next moment, transparent figures appeared on it. These figures are like ghosts seen in the netherworld, they come in all shapes, and there is no life in them at all.
Cheng Ling has been to the Netherworld and has seen ghosts no matter how weird they look. Therefore, he didn't feel anything strange and stepped forward again.
Abruptly, those transparent figures seemed to sense Cheng Ling's presence and turned their gazes over. The next moment, illusory long swords were drawn out in their hands to attack him.
Cheng Ling glanced around and saw clearly that there were sword marks left on the bridge. It was obvious that they were all left by these so-called ghosts. There were a total of eighteen ghosts in front of him. These eighteen ghosts rushed towards Cheng Ling when he took the second step, like wild beasts that had been invaded.
It was just that these ghosts were too weak for Cheng Ling. He stretched out two sword fingers and pointed them out one after another. The sword intent rushed out and beat the eighteen ghosts to pieces in an instant. But soon, eighteen more ghosts appeared on the bridge and attacked again.
Cheng Ling was stunned, but he didn't care. Not to mention there were only eighteen ghosts of this strength, they could kill as many as they came.
Just killing and killing made Cheng Ling feel something was wrong. Those ghosts are endless. As the saying goes, the ants bite the elephant to death. If this continues, no matter how powerful you are, you will eventually run out of immortal energy.
Looking carefully at the stone bridge, I soon discovered that there seemed to be mysterious patterns on the central axis of the stone bridge, and above these patterns, there were ghosts standing on each side. These ghosts were compared to those on both sides of the bridge. It seems to be a little stronger.
His heart moved, and he immediately walked forward along the central axis. After killing the first ghost standing on the pattern, two ghosts on the bridge disappeared in an instant, and never reappeared. In this way, the bridge The number of ghosts on the mountain has been reduced from the original eighteen to sixteen.
And on the pattern where Cheng Ling's feet stepped, a layer of light lit up, flickering for a while and then going silent again.
"It seems that the key to cracking the stone bridge lies in these patterns. From here forward, there are nine patterns. As long as I step on these nine patterns in sequence, the ghosts on the bridge will no longer appear." He pondered a little. , Cheng Ling seemed to have captured the mystery of Shiqiao.
He followed his guess and stepped on the patterns one by one along the central axis. Sure enough, until the ninth pattern, no ghosts appeared on the stone bridge.
By this time, he had also reached the end of the stone bridge. But he did not relax, because as he continued to move forward, the scene on the bridge became clearer and clearer. At the end of the first bridge, Cheng Ling saw another stone bridge, and there were more ghosts wandering on the bridge than The first one has more, thirty-six in total.
But these ghosts did not come out of the stone bridge to attack Cheng Ling, as if he did not exist.
Cheng Ling was thoughtful, and after a moment, he resolutely raised his right foot and stepped on the second bridge.
"Buzz~!"
There was a soft sound, as if a seal had been opened, and the ghost on the bridge suddenly woke up. Without any hesitation, he raised the transparent sword in his hand and rushed towards Cheng Ling.
The ghosts on the second bridge were slightly more powerful than the first bridge. Not only that, but the sword intent they released seemed to be doubled.
The consciousness swept over those ghosts, spread around the bridge, and soon came to the bottom of the bridge. He wanted to find out what the mystery of this stone bridge was, and whether it was the entrance to the next level.
It was as dark as ink under the stone bridge, and I couldn't see anything at all. It seemed that everything was still. Just as he was about to take it back, he suddenly felt that his consciousness was being stirred and cut rapidly. If his consciousness was not strong enough, Will be cut and twisted into pieces, he hurriedly took back his consciousness, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
The darkness below is not static, but flows too fast, giving people the illusion of stillness.
Cheng Ling was sure that even if a Tianzun-level monk fell under the bridge, his body would be strangled into pieces by the pitch-black ink, but he was not afraid, thinking that the cutting power of his spiritual body would not be able to harm him. But he didn't dare to try. Who knew what was under the stone bridge? Could there be anything that could hurt him?
Looking up at the bridge, the ghosts had already been killed. Cheng Ling was still strolling around, killing the ghosts while moving towards the pattern on the central axis. As we continue to move forward, there are fewer and fewer ghosts on the bridge, and finally disappear.
Cheng Ling walked up the third stone bridge without any hesitation. At this time, the number of those ghosts doubled again, reaching seventy-two, and their cultivation and sword intent also increased a lot. Before Cheng Ling stepped on the first pattern, those ghost swords came to greet him, or swung, Either point, stab, or tease...
One after another sword intent came through the air!
Cheng Ling's heart trembled. Only then did he feel that the sword intentions of these ghosts were somewhat different. They were strong, sharp, sharp, and domineering. The two previous stone bridges were because the ghosts' cultivation and sword intentions were too weak. , just can't feel it.
This kind of sword intention seems to be more powerful than the ordinary sword meaning, as if it has the intention to pierce the sky. Perhaps only the sword intention that has been tempered by the Nine Turns of Heart Seal Art can rival it.
He suddenly became interested, slowed down, and took out the Dragon Feather Sword. As he moved forward, he realized the meaning of the sword. Anyway, these ghosts could not hurt him at present.
But what surprised him was that after these sword intentions entered his body, not only did they not dissipate, but they raged inside him, trying to destroy his tendons. It's just that Cheng Ling's spiritual body is powerful. Regardless of his muscles, body, and Dantian, he is far superior to monks of the same realm. The sword intention was quickly dissipated and turned into dots of light that came to the sea of consciousness and penetrated into his own sword. In the mind.
In an instant, the illusory long sword of the sword's secret that originally stayed in the soul seemed to be supplemented by some kind of nourishment, emitting a faint halo.
He was ecstatic in his heart. These shattered sword intentions were like the tempering techniques of the Nine Revolutions Heart Seal Jue, which were constantly polishing the secret of his sword. The secret that had originally reached 100% perfection seemed to be rejuvenated and began to sublimate, becoming purer and sharper!
Not only that, after the sword's secret was raised to 100% perfection, after being tempered by the Nine Revolutions of Heart Seal Art, two blurry haloes were produced, making the sword's meaning even more powerful. However, in the past hundred years, he was first attacked by the Dao of Killing Love and turned into a mortal, and then was hunted down by monks from the Zhongyuan Continent, so he had no time to continue tempering.
The two originally round apertures were gradually absorbed by the sword intention itself, leaving only a faint halo. After absorbing the sword intent of those ghosts, the halo became bright again and condensed again.
Cheng Ling was suddenly very excited. A sword cultivator's combat power depends on many factors, and sword intention is obviously the most important one. If he can use these ghosts to improve the secret of the sword, his own strength can reach a new level.
Not only that, as he continued to advance, Cheng Ling also discovered that the swordsmanship of these ghosts was becoming more and more mysterious. Although it is just some simple basic swordsmanship, it can often bring you a lot of inspiration.
From the beginning of his cultivation, Cheng Ling attached great importance to the practice of basic swordsmanship. For hundreds of years, there was almost no interruption for a day. Even when he was being hunted, he had to take time to review his flawless practice. Therefore, even though he was stronger than the Sword Master of Light and the Sword Master of Starry Sky, Cheng Ling felt that he was above them in terms of basic swordsmanship.
The basic swordsmanship he had seen from these ghosts now seemed to have opened a new door to his swordsmanship. He kept learning and comparing, and found that he still had a lot of room for improvement.
This is a rare opportunity. Regardless of whether others have entered the stone bridge space like him or not, he must remember all the swordsmanship of these ghosts.
The third bridge, the fourth bridge, the fifth bridge...
Step by step, Cheng Ling seemed to have forgotten everything and was completely immersed in fighting the ghosts. Until the eighth bridge, the number of ghosts increased to more than 2,000, and their cultivation level also reached the immortal stage.
After crossing seven bridges in a row, Cheng Ling had some understanding of the rules of stone bridges. Generally speaking, each time you cross a bridge, the number and level of ghosts will increase by one level.
On the first stone bridge, the ghosts on it were probably at the level of immortals, and on the eighth bridge, they were at the level of immortals, and the number increased to 2,304.
During this period, Cheng Ling killed a total of 2,286 ghosts and obtained 2,286 sword intentions.
Now the Mysterious Sword in the Sea of Consciousness has given birth to a seventh aperture, which is like a rainbow, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. It is very beautiful. But facing more than two thousand Immortal Lord Stage ghosts, Cheng Ling hesitated. I don’t know whether I should move on or not.
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