When Xue Qinghan's consciousness was completely in darkness, he suddenly felt a ray of light piercing into his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him stunned, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. The shadow of death is really unforgettable, and he doesn't want to experience it for the second time. Of course, it is best not to have the first time. Countless practitioners who understand the great way of heaven and earth regardless of spring, summer and winter and autumn are not seeking to escape from the cycle of reincarnation? Isn't it true that anyone has achieved it?

Xue Qinghan turned his head and looked at it. A stone stair extends from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. In addition to this stone stair, the mountain is filled with broken swords. And where Xue Qinghan stood at this time, the end of the stone stairs, the top of the sword mountain.

A little stunned, Xue Qinghan couldn't tell whether the things he had experienced before were just his hallucinations. But when Xue Qinghan looked inside, a faint black sword mark appeared on the forehead of the soul, and a faint demonic energy lingered on it, and I don't know what it was for.

But this sword mark undoubtedly told Xue Qinghan that everything he had just experienced was not as simple as an illusion.

"Di Xi? Xi? Is he a person? Where is the bank of the Ganges River? Is there really such a river?" Xue Qinghan murmured to himself.

The words said before the man in black disappeared made Xue Qinghan's heart even more doubts, and he always felt that there was a very important secret hidden behind it.

"Xi is dead, my name is Dixi. Ten years later, I will see you on the banks of the Ganges!"

This is what the man in black who claimed to be Di Xi left behind, but what made Xue Qinghan speechless was that the other party did not tell him where the so-called Ganges River was located. Xue Qinghan even suspected that the so-called Ganges River was just an illusory existence.

The only information about the Ganges that Xue Qinghan knows, or cannot be called information at all, is the ancient long river of time, also called the Ganges. But the power of time is already illusory and unpredictable. Will it really turn into a river?

He shook his head and threw such an inexplicable thing aside. The other party was such an incredible existence. I thought he had expected everything. Since he said that he had seen him ten years later, it would be fine. Xue Qinghan didn't have to worry about it. Of course, more importantly, worrying about it is just futile.

Xue Qinghan's eyes were set forward, and there was a stone platform there. The stone platform was only a few feet in size, without any carvings, and the quaint and vast aura came to her face.

Around the stone platform, countless broken swords were surrounded, like an emperor guarding the sword, exuding a solemn feeling.

Xue Qinghan calmed down his mind, stepped out and stepped onto the stone platform.

"Zheng~"

The moment Xue Qinghan's footsteps fell, the sound of sword sounded throughout the sky, and the sound spread for hundreds of miles, and it was a clang. Sword energy surged into the sky, and the sword intentions came towards Xue Qinghan, making Xue Qinghan feel like there was a sword world capsizing towards him. In front of such a sword world, he was as small as an ant.

At the same time, the sword energy on Xue Qinghan's body was squirting out uncontrollably. The Great Free and Freedom Sutra was operative independently, and the sword intention spread out in all directions. A hidden sense arose from Xue Qinghan's heart. Xue Qinghan's eyes involuntarily looked at the center of the stone platform, where an illusory sword shadow seemed to have a spirit, floating quietly in the air. The sword energy of the entire Burial Sword Mountain gathered, as if warming up this illusory long sword.

"Sword Spirit!"

A dazzling light flashed in Xue Qinghan's eyes, and a sword spirit was actually bred here. Then, even with Xue Qinghan's heart, her face still showed joy.

Only when one has spiritual magic weapons can one become spiritual energy and can one be promoted to Taoist weapons. With a spiritual weapon, one can truly possess a soul, which can imprint the great way of heaven and earth, interweave the Taoist patterns, and be more perfectly matched with the user, so that the instrument contains the power of Tao, and blessing itself will be able to exert more powerful power.

It is even rumored that the gods contained in the Emperor's weapon of enlightenment are no different from those of the Emperor, and they are imprinted with Taoist fruits, just like a clone of the Emperor. Just a weapon, the emperor can almost be invincible, and few people dare to compete with the Emperor's power.

Xue Qinghan did not expect that a sword spirit was born in this Jianjian Mountain. What's even more rare is that this sword spirit absorbed the endless sword energy of Jianjian Mountain, but it was imprinted with the former Xiaoyao sword aura. It can be said that it is in line with Xue Qinghan, and it is like it was tailor-made for Xue Qinghan.

What's more, this is a congenital weapon spirit, which is much more powerful than the acquired weapon spirit. The instrument spirit has three ways to produce it. First, it is born and cultivated in the special environment between heaven and earth, that is, the innate spirit; second, use the soul body to refine weapons and imprint their own Taoist patterns. Such spiritual weapons are the most common, but they lack growth. The third type is that people who practice cultivate their own soul and use the power of their own great way to accumulate gods in the instrument, and cultivate their lives and produce their own weapon spirits. However, this third type is basically a method that only when they create natal Taoist weapons, but how can natal magic weapons be so easy to create?

Xue Qinghan's sword intent was lingering around her body, and she walked step by step towards the center of the stone platform. At the same time, her soul was released carefully and spread towards the illusory sword shadow, intending to contact it.

But although the sword spirit felt the aura that made it feel close to Xue Qing, it was always like a swimming fish. Every time it first contacted Xue Qinghan's soul, it would quickly avoid it.

Xue Qinghan released kindness in his soul, just like coaxing a child. Fortunately, the sword spirit did not attack Xue Qinghan.

At the same time, in that eternal unknown place, a big river rolls and flows, and the river water comes in a vast and vast way, flowing to the unknown place in the future. The river water passes away, but it is silent, and the river water is inexhaustible, and it is the same forever.

The river has no bank, and the water follows its own way. In the river, bubbles rise and fall, and are born and destroyed, but the worlds are reincarnated. The bubbles are broken, silent, and the heavens are disillusioned, and they cannot even cause any slight turmoil.

There is no wind in the world, and there is no breath flowing. The river flows quietly without waves, which seems monotonous and boring, but it is like that outside the world. There is no sunrise or sunset here, nor does it change in spring and autumn. I don’t know that the years will remain unchanged forever, and there will be no waves in peace.

Suddenly, a wind that came from unknown to nowhere was undetectable, but it really rippled around the river. A creature that looked like a fish but not a fish, a dragon but not a dragon jumped up on the river, swallowed a floating bubble in one bite, fell back into the water, and suddenly disappeared.

"The wind is blowing, and the wind from the Ganges is wailing, but the eternal years are the same." A sigh came and floated in the quiet space.

In the nothingness at the edge of the river, an old Taoist sat cross-legged, holding a fishing rod in his hand, like a stone sculpture. He had been silent for many years, maybe thousands or ten thousand years, and he was still motionless. At this time, the old Taoist's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through the ages, staring at the originally calm and rippling river surface for a long time, then closed his eyes and let the river water roll, silent.

On the other hand, a middle-aged Confucian scholar held a book in his hand, cooking tea and reading. At this moment, his eyes turned, looking at the eternal river and laughed: "A pot of tea has been cooked for Qianqiu, but now it is finally fragrant. Why not just name it Qianqiu."

Then, the middle-aged Confucian scholar withdrew his gaze, immersed himself in the book again, whispered in his mouth, "I don't know who is lucky enough to come here to drink this pot for a long time."

A kind-hearted monk was bent down to pick up a grain of sand from the river, looking at it carefully, and then carefully put it in his arms and continued to move forward step by step in the river water. He walked very slowly, and his steps fell into the water, but no ripples arose.

Not far away, a man in black had a cold eyes and a sharp temperament. He suddenly seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked at somewhere in the river. His sword eyebrows moved, and his voice was like a sword ringing: "My name, Di Xi, Xi, is dead."

Then the man continued to lower his head and carefully cleaned the sword in his hand. The cold light of the black sword was refracted into the long river.

On the banks of the Ganges River, some people cook tea and famous for their reputations, while others wash their swords and shine through the cold light forever, but it is silent and no one knows it.
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