The artistic conception of kendo is very strong, if you practice here all year round.
The artistic conception of swordsmanship improves faster than that in Jianya.
Mo Yuheng was silent, operating silently, absorbing the huge kendo artistic conception from all directions, merging it with his own body to use his body as a sword to nourish the sword energy and solidify it.
This is his ultimate goal and one of the main goals of this inheritance.
With it in hand, he must succeed and become a powerful swordsman who surpasses his master and surpasses his legendary ancestor with the same name.
As we walked deeper and deeper, we found that the cave in front of us became steeper and steeper, and we continued to spiral deeper and deeper.
The sect master was also shocked that this place had such a strong artistic conception of kendo, and he saw more artistic conceptions as he went further down.
When it reached the bottom, it was almost condensed into substance. My eyes widened and I felt it was incredible that I had lost my original calmness.
"how so?"
The sect leader even thought that he was wrong. The place in front of him was the embryo of a sword.
No, it should be said that this place is as big as a castle.
Lying in the middle, the support point is the sharpest point at the bottom of a sword.
A door appears underneath. I wonder where it leads?
When I wanted to take a step forward, I suddenly stopped in mid-air and couldn't move forward half a step.
Even with his current peak strength as the Nascent Soul Lord, he could not take a step forward, with a shocked look on his face.
I kind of admire what kind of strange woman the Patriarch of Burial Jianfeng was.
Not to mention the strength, even the sword is so powerful.
Knowing that he couldn't get in, he had already taken Mo Yuheng to the bottom. The only way left was for Mo Yuheng to make his own way. He couldn't help Mo Yuheng.
Sighing: "Girl, be careful next time. I can only help you this far."
"Thank you, Uncle Master. You have helped me a lot. Only I can succeed in the future, and I will never make things difficult for you."
"Come on, I believe you can come out. I'm waiting for you here."
The sect leader firmly trusted him and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.
Mo Yuheng nodded heavily and clenched his hands into fists: "Master, don't worry, I will never let you and master down. Just wait for my good news."
He turned around and stepped directly into the mysterious door without hesitation, walking step by step towards the darkness.
The sect master watched his figure disappear, and the two doors slowly creaked shut.
"Girl, you must come back alive."
The sect leader had a sad look on his face, and he held his hands tightly to control his emotions and not let himself shed tears of sadness.
Because of what happened to his junior sister, he had sworn not to cry again, but to become strong and protect the people he wanted to protect.
It was his fault that the little girl had a bad life in the past few years, and he would be the one to protect her from now on.
If the girl doesn't come out within a month, he will definitely leave a successor to the head and step into this mysterious place of inheritance alone.
Sit down again, close your eyes and wait for the time to come.
Reaching the current peak state of Nascent Soul Lord, every month is just a moment of retreat time for him.
But for some reason this month feels very long, like endless years, and every minute and every second seems like a year.
For the next 10 days or so, there was no news, and I was very upset.
There was a worried look on his face, and his face became haggard.
Fusang, who was originally waiting outside the cave, couldn't help but walk in just to see whether his senior brother was a ghost or not.
"Senior brother, how is the girl?"
"You've gone in for a test and haven't come back yet."
Seeing the haggard appearance of his senior brother, the little girl was also worried about him.
Also sitting next to him, staring closely at the door.
I really wish the door would open directly now, with the same familiar smiling face.
"No news is good news. Senior brother, don't put too much pressure on him. This is his soul lamp. If there is no movement, it means everything is fine."
As soon as he said these words, the sect leader keenly realized that something was wrong.
The soul lamp trembled violently, as if it would go out in the next moment.
The two of them were shocked and couldn't keep calm.
Zhenjun Fusang and the sect leader took out their natal magical weapons, injected spiritual power and attacked the door in front of them with the strongest blow.
"Rumble, rumble..."
The entire gate exploded with powerful force and bounced back, and the two people were immediately attacked by the rebounding impact.
They were all seriously injured and spit out a mouthful of blood.
He fell to the ground and slowly got up.
Then the entire Sword Burial Peak shook violently, and the disciples outside didn't know what happened.
Some people almost fell off while climbing the Burial Sword Peak, so they held on tightly to avoid causing tragedy.
Some were more unlucky and had no time to catch and steady themselves, falling directly from above. It would take a long time for them to recover from internal injuries.
Some are practicing and have awakened from their practice.
"What happened? Why is there such a big movement in Sword Burial Peak?"
"Yeah, it seems unusual."
…
Many people are now discussing what is going on. Is the entire mountain of Sword Burial Peak about to collapse?
Luo Bai, who was tasting the wine, had a sudden change of expression. He flew out of his cave and came into the air, looking at the bewildered expressions of many disciples below.
He shouted loudly: "Master was practicing swordsmanship just now, and he almost made a mistake that caused such a big commotion in the entire Sword Burial Peak. It's okay now, you can do whatever you have to do, don't make any noise, otherwise you will be dealt with according to the sect rules."
Everyone who was panic-stricken suddenly came to their senses and returned to doing their own things with the same expressions as before.
While Luo Bai let out a sigh of relief, he showed a worried look in his heart: "Master, what is going on? I can only blame it on you. Your apprentice and I are still not strong enough to let this hard mountain appear like this." Big noise will only make you take the blame."
After thinking about it carefully, I can only comfort myself and go back to my original place of residence to close my eyes and rest.
Under the Burial Sword Peak inheritance ground, Fusang and the sect leader helped each other stand up, with frightened expressions on their faces.
"Junior brother, do you think this is possible?"
"It's possible. I didn't expect the ancestor to be so crazy."
"Yes! It turns out that Sword Burial Peak is not a mountain."
The two sides looked at each other, not daring to think about it as they had imagined. It felt like it was too crazy.
It seems that he has learned the secrets of the ancient times hundreds of thousands of years ago. Does that patriarch really dare to do this?
In desperation, they sat on the ground and studied each other for a while, staring closely at the soul lamp that was constantly swaying in their hands.
I originally thought that with their current strength, they would occupy the top of the entire world of immortality, but I didn't expect that they would be like ants facing this place.
Even if you want to save your apprentice, you can't.
Since Mo Yuheng entered the Land of Inheritance, the first three test levels were not a big problem for him and he passed them easily.
The first level tests the monk's own talent, the second level tests the monk's epiphany ability, and the third level tests the monk's willpower.
But at the next fourth level, even he was caught off guard.
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