After understanding the sword, Yang Ning finally completely perfected the sword domain. Yang Ning's sword domain also reached its peak. Every sword was wrapped in the sword domain, and the three-foot space around him also completely turned into a three-foot sword domain.
Compared to Yang Ning's excitement, Tianmu's eyes were a bit more solemn. Because Tianmu also discovered some clues.
"Yang Ning, come and take a look..." A simple book seems to have experienced thousands of years of baptism, and is full of traces of time.
Yang Ning was a little surprised when he heard Tianmu's solemn voice. After all, Yang Ning knew Tianmu's character very well.
Yang Ning did not hesitate and quickly arrived at the attic where Tianmu was. Yang Ning started reading the yellowed book from the beginning, and soon he knew the clues Tianmu had discovered.
"I didn't expect that the sect of Qingtian Sect actually once suppressed him." The person Yang Ning mentioned is still unknown, but Yang Ning found the aura of the nine figures in it.
No, it should be just one.
"What exactly are they?" Yang Ning didn't know. He could only read a few words about his broken leg. But now it seems that the origins of the nine breaths were very mysterious. To suppress one of them, it took all the sects in the entire prehistoric mining area. The door is guarded, which shows how terrifying it is.
"The Patriarch of the Qingtian Sect received a mysterious mission to suppress this person here, which led to the prosperity of this area, but he didn't want this person to break the seal and escape thousands of years later."
"When a disaster strikes, I only have a moment to record this incident. I hope that the future I foresee will not appear." Then the record in this book was interrupted, and there was no subsequent information.
"It seems that the recorder did not survive." Yang Ning said.
"You're talking about him again..."
"I don't know either, but I just have a hunch. This person is definitely related to the people I have met before."
"those people?"
"Yes, some of the guys who once made our continent almost sink and become the dust of history." Yang Ning said.
"I used to think that these people were visitors from outside the region, but now it seems that they are not. They...if I guessed correctly, they should still be people from our continent. However, I have no idea how they were formed." Yang Ning's face became serious.
The nine auras seemed to be inextricably linked to him. At this moment, Yang Ning thought of the Lingtian Jue he had practiced, the Tianque Sword he had obtained in his previous life, and even more so, why he could be reborn. Could it be that all of these are related to each other?
Yang Ning didn't know. He carefully studied the things recorded in the books in his hands, but he felt more and more confused.
The two of them stayed here for a long time, and there was no more information about the demise of the Qingtian Sect.
"It seems that the Qingtian Sect has been destroyed since that man escaped from trouble." Tianmu said. Suddenly, in the square, there was a sound of sword intent flowing.
"It's the breath of chirping." Tianmu noticed it immediately and hurriedly ran towards the square. Yang Ning had no choice but to put aside his thoughts. After all, if those people who had been suppressed here were really those people, then he wouldn't be able to contact them now.
However, looking back on what I have encountered before, I can be sure that it is difficult to kill a being like Xuehe even when attacked by the three of them, Keng Shen Keng Xian. This shows how terrifying it is, and the people suppressing it here are not ordinary The power can match.
Yang Ning also quickly arrived at Jiujiu, and saw Jiujiu moving his fingers together, following the movements of these phantoms, breaking through to the realm of sword intention.
"Tweet, good job." Yang Ning couldn't help but praise.
"Big brother..." Jiujiu stopped, and between Yang Ning and Tianmu, Jiujiu always acted closer to Yang Ning. This was something Tianmu had no choice about.
Jiujiu is also very happy. Although the innate pupil is a gift given to Jiujiu by God, the path of swordsmanship is his own choice.
At this moment, Jiujiu has achieved something in his own choices, which is something to be proud of.
The small cage rotated and was wrapped by a sword intent.
"Chiu Jiu, that's great..." Huan Ling picked up Jiu Jiu and pinched Jiu Jiu's face with one hand.
"It hurts, sister, it hurts." Jiujiu was a little dissatisfied, but she didn't refuse either. Tianmu is even more speechless, this is his apprentice... The people in the square, the phantom is still performing swordsmanship, the whole square still looks like the swords are dancing continuously, and the swords are flying...
"They are so pitiful..." Jiujiu felt a little pity for these people since he knew they were phantoms.
The three of them quickly crossed the square and came to the palace again. This place was a palace with layers of dust, and many things even turned into fly ash at the touch of a touch.
"Is that the hardest diamond tungsten in the world?" Yang Ning asked, looking at a stone that was completely black and the size of a human head.
"Yeah." Tianmu nodded. When Jiujiu heard the word "hardest", her eyes lit up instantly. She had already entered the way of swordsmanship, but she had never found a sword that she liked. The bamboo sword her elder brother gave her some time ago also broke. Now she heard something Such a stone is naturally exciting.
"Let me take a look..." Jiujiu jumped up happily, came to the black stone in twos and twos, and then grabbed the diamond tungsten.
It was heavy in the hand, but soon became as light as fly ash, turning into fly ash in Jiu Jiu's hand.
"Ah..." Chiu Jiu was startled, but looking at the dust on her hands, she was disappointed.
"Unexpectedly, even the hardest stone, diamond and tungsten, cannot withstand the erosion of time..." Tianmu sighed.
"We can't move around here. I'm afraid everything we have is just a blur." Tianmu looked around and saw that the surroundings were devastated and there were traces of time everywhere.
"I really don't know when what happened here happened." Yang Ning stared around, feeling that except for the traces left by the years, everything else here had turned into dust.
"Time is really a knife, and the knife makes people grow old." Tianmu sighed again.
"So, we embarked on the path of cultivation and pursued immortality."
"Becoming an immortal and living forever, isn't this our lifelong goal." Yang Ning said and exited the palace.
History is the past, but the past will completely turn into dust as time goes by, and will eventually be lost in the long river of history.
How many people pursue immortality, but who has truly reached this state? Even if someone can become immortal, under the baptism of time, they will eventually become a drop in the ocean.
"Yes, countless of us are chasing immortality and immortality, but who can achieve this step? It's difficult, it's too difficult..." Tianmu said, and they exited the palace together.
"But..." Yang Ning's eyes finally fell on these phantoms in the square.
"Where did these phantoms come from?" This place has become ownerless. If these phantoms have existed for countless years, then the reason for the formation of these phantoms is worthy of scrutiny.
Another point is that this square seems to be wrapped in a special energy, which results in the phantom here being unaffected.
"No, there's more..." Yang Ning's eyes focused on the bluestone in the square.
"These bluestones..." Yang Ning became more and more certain that this square must be protected by something.
Yang Ning thought of a possibility. They once saw a bright light on the top of the mountain at the bottom of the mountain. But when they saw the top of the mountain now, apart from the traces of erosion by the years, the only other place on the top of the mountain was this square, and traces of the past could still be seen.
"Search carefully, there is something strange in this bluestone square." Yang Ning said. So the four people began to search carefully in the square, but until the end of half a day, the sword-practicing disciples were still practicing swordsmanship. Except for the solid bluestone, these phantoms still only knew how to dance the sword.
"Nothing was found." Huan Ling said. Tianmu also shook his head. Jiujiu said nothing, because for her, facing these phantom movements that had no life left felt quite boring.
Yang Ning also shook his head and found nothing unusual.
"But where did these phantoms come from?" Yang Ning was already sure that the formation of these phantoms was what created the light they saw at the foot of the mountain, but that light was definitely not sword light.
"No, there must be something we haven't discovered yet. Otherwise, it's absolutely impossible for these phantoms to exist for such a long time." Yang Ning looked around again.
The light in the sky gradually dimmed. It was almost dusk. There was no sunlight, but the energy of heaven and earth could still shine on the top of the mountain.
But the four of them still gained nothing.
"Ding ding ding..." Suddenly at the end of the square, a series of gongs sounded. This actually startled Yang Ning.
"quick……"
"It's just that I'm very tired after practicing sword practice for a day..."
"Come on, dinner is ready..."... When the disciples practicing swordsmanship in the square heard such a sound, they actually started to move in the square.
"Let's eat!" As a voice echoed, everyone began to leave the square. Soon, only Yang Ning and four others were left in the square.
The empty square looked a little monotonous at the moment.
"What's going on?" Yang Ning looked around again. After these phantom figures left, the square seemed to suddenly become dead silence without any life.
"Let me take a look!" The eyes of the sky turned around. At first, because of the existence of those phantoms, it was not suitable for the eyes of the sky to investigate, but now there is no taboo.
A ray of light shines directly on the bluestone of the square. In an instant, the scene under the square appeared in front of Tianmu.
This is a vast space, which is all-encompassing, and the most mysterious thing among them is the most mysterious light in the space.
"Down below!" Tianmu said.
"Sure enough..." Yang Ning raised the Tianque Sword. Although he had already guessed it, now that Tianmu was sure, he needed to take action.
The sword penetrated straight down, and the sword light fell on the bluestone. In an instant, bluestones flew. A path leads directly to the ground, and the light shines directly into the sky.
"Let's go down and find out." Yang Ning rushed in first, followed closely by Huan Ling without hesitation.
Soon, the four of them entered the entire mountain of Qingtian Sect. There is no unnecessary scenery, only the whiteness of the ice and snow. This is a large space.
"There are so many formations here." Yang Ning looked around, but he didn't recognize 90% of the formations.
"Formation? It seems that this is where they imprisoned him back then."
"It should be." Yang Ning said.
"There..." Tian Mu's eyes scanned and he discovered a place with countless secret patterns in the center of the space.
In the center of this altar-like place, there is a futon.
"It seems that that person was imprisoned here back then." Yang Ning said.
"Be careful. Although it has been countless years, the formation patterns here are clearly visible, and there may still be residual strength. If we are not careful, it may be difficult for us to escape." Yang Ning said, leading the way in this direction. Walk in the direction of the altar.
As the four of them got closer and closer, the cold wind became clearer and clearer.
"Could it be him?" Yang Ning once knew the names of the Nine Breaths on the ancient battlefield. Feeling the cold wind at this moment, Yang Ning already had a vague guess in his heart.
"who is it?"
"Frost!" Yang Ning replied.
"Frost?"
"Yes, it was a breath like frost, and people in the sky world called him that at that time."
"It seems that this altar should be the place where he was sealed back then." Tianmu has already determined.
