Ning Tao asked with some doubts when he heard the demon spirit talking about the classification of this magic weapon.
"Then how do you know that there is a incomplete spiritual treasure in this world?"
The demon spirit sneered when he heard this, as if he was laughing at Ning Tao's shallow knowledge.
"It has been concluded that what exists in this world is a broken treasure. If it is an immortal sword, there is no need to use the power of the realm to repair it."
"That can only mean that this object is an incomplete spiritual treasure. This is why the monks who set up the sword tomb spent such a high price to turn the world into a sword tomb and repair the treasure."
Ning Tao frowned slightly when he heard the demon spirit's sneer. Wasn't this guy looking for a presence in himself because he had smashed her too many times? However, he still continued to ask patiently.
"What are the benefits of this spiritual treasure?"
The demon exclaimed upon hearing this.
"What's the benefit? Do you know that I have cultivated to the state of perfect union, and I only have a fragment of a spiritual treasure in my hand. Although you can't use this thing now."
"When you advance to the level of Void Refining, the effect will be great. It won't be a problem for you to kill by force beyond the level."
"But even if you advance to the realm of void refining, every time you use it, the consequences will not be much different from serious injuries."
After hearing this, Ning Tao nodded silently and said to the demon spirit.
"I promised you the power of consciousness, and I will fulfill it when I get out."
Saying that, he was about to leave the sea of consciousness.
Just listen to the demon spirit saying with a smile.
"Not bad, not bad. If you have some conscience, it's not worth the money I've spent on you."
"This world is a good place to sharpen your sword skills. Take advantage of these sword intentions. After you take the spiritual treasure, this world will collapse. It is useless to keep those sword intentions."
"As for your brother, don't think about looking for him. He will definitely never come back. As long as he doesn't fall into despair and the soul lamp doesn't go out, this may still be his chance!"
After saying this, the demonic three-eyed golden snake breathed a sigh of relief and said another sentence.
"Practice well. The higher your cultivation level, the more useful you will be to me. When you encounter my powerful enemy, it will be ridiculous if you can't even escape for your life."
After saying this, the golden snake coiled up and prepared to sleep again.
Ning Tao nodded silently after hearing this, and his consciousness retreated from the sea of consciousness.
He saw the sword spirit attacking him with the flying sword in front of him.
He held out the flying sword in his hand, which was equivalent to the sword soul of the golden elixir monk. It instantly turned into pure sword intent and spread out, and was absorbed by the flying sword.
Ning Tao felt that his sword intention was slightly improved, and with a movement of his mind, he released half of the flying sword.
With a squeeze of the magic formula in his hand, sixty-four flying swords scattered in all directions, shattering the sword mound with flying swords everywhere, awakening the sword soul inside.
The sword light of the sixty-four three-color flying swords was revealed, smashing the sword souls holding the flying swords into pieces, turning them into pure sword intent, which was absorbed by Ning Tao's flying sword.
As Ning Tao shattered these sword souls, the flying sword in the sword soul's hand turned into a mass of decay and fell to the ground.
Ning Tao took a picture of a flying sword in his hand and frowned slightly as he looked at its lackluster appearance.
He secretly thought that he did not expect that the great formation set up by the immortal was so powerful that it could actually remove the spiritual light contained in the spiritual materials of these flying swords, leaving only the pure sword intention to nourish the incomplete spiritual treasures.
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After drawing out all the nearby sword souls and killing them, Ning Tao followed one direction to clean up the sword souls hidden in the tombs.
Going all the way, it is like a spiral route of action, step by step towards the middle like a long sword to get to the mountain peak.
A few days later, Ning Tao had to stop and began to absorb the huge sword intent in the flying sword.
The gloomy sky enveloped the earth. On a piece of cracked stone, a young monk in white robes sat cross-legged on it, holding a strange magic formula in his hand, and he was breathing pure sword intent.
In the dantian, the crystal Nascent Soul, surrounded by green and red light bands, sat cross-legged on the sword lotus.
One hundred and twenty-eight flying swords on the back surround Nascent Soul, slowly rotating.
Swallowing the concentrated sword intent.
I don't know how much time passed. Ning Tao, who was sitting cross-legged and absorbing the sword intent, opened his eyes. Two pure sword intent shot out from his eyes, penetrating the space for hundreds of feet and sinking into the ground, leaving two bottomless small pits. Hole.
With a thought, a small flying sword flew out and landed in Ning Tao's hand. Ning Tao examined the flying sword with much increased power, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and stood up to continue cleaning the sword souls in the tomb.
As Ning Tao went deeper and deeper, the number of these tombs became smaller and smaller, and the strength of the sword soul became more and more powerful.
Three years later, Ning Tao looked at the three sword souls in front of him who had reached the Nascent Soul Perfection in strength, holding long swords.
On Ning Tao's side, he was like a human swordsman, holding a long sword and fighting against each other. The powerful sword energy clashed and rolled up countless dust.
As a stone could not withstand the sword intent of both sides, it shattered.
As if they had received the signal, the three sword souls took the lead in killing Ning Tao.
The stars on Ning Tao's side flashed with lightning, and the latter arrived first. The divine soldiers clashed, and the glory was scattered.
It turned into afterimages all over the sky, killing the three sword souls from all directions. Several sword souls defended with all their strength, but they were unable to resist, and the sword light fell.
Ning Tao stood with his hands behind his back, his sword hanging diagonally, and a faint sound of sword sound came. The three sword souls fell to the ground, turning into sword intent that filled the sky, and was absorbed by the sword in Ning Tao's hand.
The long sword absorbed these sword intentions and emitted a dazzling light. After a long time, the light slowly dissipated, revealing an increasingly ordinary sword body.
Ning Tao has continuously killed sword souls in the past three years.
The strength of these sword souls has ranged from the early stage of the Golden Core to the current Nascent Soul Dzogchen.
As the strength of these sword souls increased, Ning Tao discovered that there was a significant change in the status of these sword souls.
That is, the more powerful the sword spirit is, the more ordinary its performance is.
Like the initial golden elixir sword soul, it is like a bright light in the dark night, full of sword energy.
In the current late Nascent Soul stage, these sword souls have become like the best swordsmen in the mortal world. It is difficult to detect their late Nascent Soul cultivation with the naked eye.
The emergence of this situation made Ning Tao slowly realize something in his heart, but it seemed that there was a cloud of fog attached to it, and he did not understand it.
After killing these few sword souls at the foot of the mountain, Ning Tao walked towards the central mountain step by step like a mortal swordsman.
Looking at the steep mountain peaks in front of us, they are covered with sharp rocks.
A spiral staircase surrounds the huge sword-shaped mountain, winding upwards to the top of the mountain.
He jumped up, came to the spiral staircase, and stepped up step by step.
After walking up a hundred steps, they saw a platform of several tens of feet, with a tomb standing alone on the platform.
When Ning Tao saw this, he walked towards the tomb with no expression on his face.
Before Ning Tao could take action to destroy the tomb.
Then he saw a young swordsman walking out of the tomb, pulling out a decent long sword, and playing with it happily.
I don’t know how long it took, but the young swordsman suddenly started dancing with his sword in hand.
When Ning Tao saw this, his expression was startled. Looking closely, he found that he was actually practicing a sword technique.
As the young swordsman danced, the sword energy on the field was scattered, and the young man's spirit swung at Fang Qiu.
A sword danced past, the tip of the sword was pointed at Ning Tao, and he was going to kill him directly.
When Ning Tao saw this, he was not afraid and raised his sword.
The sword energy spread in all directions, and after a while, the young swordsman was unable to continue and was defeated.
Before Ning Tao could raise his sword to kill, the sword intent turned into the sky and merged into the sword in Ning Tao's hand.
As the long sword in his hand absorbed the sword's intention, the sword light flashed in Ning Tao's eyes.
In my mind, I saw this young swordsman practicing his sword in the moonlight, the scorching sun, early morning and dusk, day after day, year after year.
The scene disappeared from his eyes, Ning Tao's eyes returned to clarity and he continued to move upward.
After walking up a hundred steps, we encountered a stone platform again. He was still a young swordsman, but he seemed to be a little older and his sword intent was even sharper.
Another sword dance passed by, and he came to kill with the sword, but retreated in defeat, and the sword intention was scattered in all directions.
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As we go up step by step, the stone platforms and the young swordsmen's swordsmanship become sharper and sharper.
Ning Tao stepped forward, and the sword intent on his body was also pushed higher step by step.
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Passing by the young swordsman, I met another young swordsman.
As he gets older, the swordsman's sword spirit becomes more intense, and the sword in his hand becomes sharper.
In every battle, fight fast and quickly, and you will have hundreds of moves in a blink of an eye.
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Continuing to climb up, Ning Tao now looks like a walking sword to outsiders, with his sword intent reaching into the sky.
After youth comes middle age.
As the swordsman grew older and reached middle age, the sword intent in his body slowly disappeared step by step.
However, every time he draws his sword, the sharper sword intent spurts out like a tsunami.
The sword intent is layered on top of each other, like waves, and the sword energy rises into the sky, like a mountain peak.
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Until the middle-aged swordsman's temples turned pale, and the sword intent on his body gradually became undetectable.
At this time, Ning Tao was in the same state as the swordsman, with nothing in his eyes except the sword.
From being sharp and violent at the beginning, to being restrained and reserved now.
When old swordsmen arrive, they no longer see long swords. When they come out of the tombs, they break off grass or branches. Every time they use them, they always use the sword energy freely and horizontally.
The sword moves are completely natural, with no flaws at all.
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Step by step upward, there are stone layers, three thousand swordsmen, three thousand people, swords all their lives.
A young swordsman dressed in white robes holds a sword on his back, just like a mortal, climbing to the top of the sword peak.
The old man in coir raincoat with pale hair sat with his back facing away, and his aura seemed to be that of no one.
The swordsman in white came to the opposite side, holding his sword between his legs and sitting cross-legged.
His eyes were closed tightly, and in an instant, phantoms appeared from the white-clothed swordsmen, one after another, dancing with their swords.
The old man in coir raincoat raised his head and smiled, looking at the young swordsman and the shadows practicing swordsmanship around him.
There was a flash of brilliance in his eyes. Throw yourself into the swordsmen in white.
The white-clothed swordsman Ning Tao's consciousness retreated and he devoted himself to the life of a swordsman. His aura became more and more restrained, until he was like the old man in coir raincoat, without any aura of sword intent.
After an unknown amount of time, Ning Tao, the swordsman in white, opened his eyes. With a thought, his long sword slashed through the void, and a dark crack reached from the vicissitudes of the earth to the nine layers of clouds.
The crack healed, and there was no longer the figure of the old man in coir raincoat in front of him. Only an ancient long sword that was broken from it was left stuck in the ground.
The word "Zangfeng" is written in the Taoist text.
In a flash of light, the broken sword disappeared, thrown into the body of white clothes, and disappeared.
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