Feng Jinghong's impatient voice echoed in the mountains for a long time.
He really couldn't figure out what that kind of warm thing was, which could actually give birth to sword intent. That kind of ordinary but extraordinary thing tortured Feng Jinghong's brain, making him want to stop.
Feng Jinghong's not very powerful consciousness could intermittently feel the aura of grandeur. Although that kind of thing gave him a warm and broad feeling, he could clearly feel the aura of superiority.
.
It was an innate nobility. He had only felt this kind of aura in Yi Zhongtian from Chongbei County. It was not because of his cultivation or skills, but his innate nobility.
"Something stronger than the sword's will, something that makes the aloof sword's will surrender..."
Feng Jinghong frowned tightly, her face flushed, there was no look in her empty eyes, she muttered to herself, and kept tearing her hair when she thought of the pain.
"Sword Intent, something more powerful than Sword Intent, the three poles of sword cultivation, Sword Intent, Sword Power, Sword Dao, could it be that this warm thing can only appear in one out of hundreds of millions of Sword Intent practitioners, and only one person understands it clearly
The power of the sword?"
Feng Jinghong's anxious steps suddenly paused, her dull eyes flashed with light, her flushed face instantly turned pale, her mumbling mouth stopped abruptly, her whole body was like an unsheathed sword, and her sharp aura soared to the sky.
It rose up, stirring up the vitality of heaven and earth, and transformed into an inch-long air sword that shuttled through the void with a radius of a hundred feet.
"Sword Power! This is Sword Power, the only sword power among the Seven Realms and Six Paths that can fundamentally suppress the sword's intention! Poof!"
Feng Jinghong's pale face turned red again, but this time it was more vivid. Finally, she could no longer hold back the blood and suddenly spurted out.
"Hahahaha, I can actually come into contact with the sword force, an existence that is more powerful than the sword force, the sword force!"
Feng Jinghong's clenched fists suddenly punched over her head. The ecstasy in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and she held her head high and laughed.
"Tianhun, this is the magic of Tianhun. Brother Xia, as long as I, Feng Jinghong, can control reincarnation and life and death in the future, I will gather your soul together and help you be reborn between heaven and earth!"
Feng Jinghong knew very well that if Xia Chunqiu hadn't given him the heavenly soul that had been condensed for thousands of years, let alone the power of the sword, he might not be able to understand the sword's power in his lifetime. But now it's better, he can feel it
The sword force means that he can understand the sword force and thus master the sword intention contained in the sword force.
Feng Jinghong has never been so confident since he started cultivating immortality. He believes that even if he does not rely on the golden elixir in his ancestral orifice, he can still compete with the golden elixir monks, and even kill the golden elixir monks.
"The most urgent task now is how to obtain the power of the sword!"
After laughing wildly, Feng Jinghong knew very well that the sword he saw now was no more powerful than the bright moon in the water or the yellow flowers in the mirror. Although it looked close at hand, it was simply out of reach.
"What should I do to master the power of this sword?"
After knowing that the warm thing was the sword force, the next thing was to understand and refine the sword force and make it his own. However, what gave Feng Jinghong another headache was that he was not a pure sword cultivator and did not systematically
I have practiced swordsmanship, but even the "Great Sun Demon-Destroying Sword Technique" I obtained at Longyin Sect was not fully practiced. Because the power was a little unsatisfactory, I stopped practicing it.
Now he was asked to refine his sword power, and he had no idea where to start.
Just when Feng Jinghong was puzzled, a warm current escaped from the middle Dantian and quickly rushed to Feng Jinghong's brain.
Before Feng Jinghong had time to look inside, he felt a stabbing pain in his mind, and a stream of unfamiliar information kept appearing in his mind.
In desperation, Feng Jinghong immediately probed the remaining spiritual consciousness into the middle Dantian. It turned out that the Dao Fruit surrounded by five Five Elements Trees had undergone changes!
The originally transparent fruit gradually took on color and turned into black and white, like a small Tai Chi ball. While spinning, a stream of black and white air flowed from the inside and poured into the channel that connected the upper, middle and lower areas.
The golden light of spiritual consciousness in the three Dantians.
"Sword power is one of the three poles of the sword. Once you understand the sword power, you can set up a sword formation according to the sword's intention. You will be invincible at the same level. You can fight the enemy at higher levels. If you reach great perfection, you can set up hundreds of millions of sword formations in a single thought to kill monsters.
Destroy demons, fight against immortals and kill Buddhas, all in one thought!"
In addition to this piece of information, the rest is the grading of sword power and how to practice sword power.
"It turns out that sword power has 10%. Every time you master nine types of sword power, you can advance to 10% sword power. But it's very difficult to achieve this sword power. There are nine levels of one sword power. When can I do it?
Practice your sword skills to a perfect level."
Seeing this goal that was so demanding that it was almost impossible to achieve, Feng Jinghong couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had already heard about the power of the sword, but the method of cultivation was too heaven-defying. Only by mastering the nine types of sword intent could one cultivate it.
Become a sword.
"Oh, that's sword intention. It's something that a sword cultivator may not be able to comprehend in his lifetime. Others are happy if they have one. I must acquire nine, and I must reach the state of great success in each of them!"
Feng Jinghong wanted to be cruel and leave, but he couldn't help the temptation of the two words "sword power". These two simple words were like a curse filled with endless magic power, making people...
Can’t stop!
"Hey! That's all. Let's talk about the future later. Now I will refine the sword power according to the refining method taught to me by the Dao Fruit. My first priority now is to enter the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, and then to take revenge.
As for becoming an immortal, that will happen after ascending to the spiritual world, so I can’t take care of it for the time being. If you can increase your strength by one point now, it’s just one point!”
Having made up his mind, Feng Jinghong immediately sat down cross-legged, and the "Tao Jing of Immortality" was running even faster. The soldiers who were approaching and fighting were all lined up in front of him, and the nine-character Tianyin was constantly in his mind.
The echo continued, Feng Jinghong's troubled spirit increased rapidly, the golden elixir in the ancestral orifice rotated, and the exhausted consciousness gradually recovered.
"Huh? I didn't expect that after I completely exhausted my spiritual consciousness, I would be able to make such great progress after recovering!"
After sitting on the ground for two hours, Feng Jinghong stood up in high spirits. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his spiritual elixir had actually grown in size, and his spiritual consciousness had become purer and tougher.
In order to feel the power of the sword, Feng Jinghong desperately squeezed his consciousness. His spiritual elixir was like a sponge being squeezed continuously, almost all the water was squeezed out. Now once it recovers, there will naturally be
Great progress.
"Okay, now you can refine the sword's power. I didn't expect that the refining of this thing must use the heavenly soul. No wonder few people can understand the sword's power."
Feng Jinghong said incredulously. Before, he always thought that as long as the sword cultivator focused on understanding the sword's intention, he would eventually understand the sword's power. But now he knew that the sword cultivator focused on the perception of the sword and the intention, and did not cultivate the soul.
, naturally few people can perceive the power of the sword. Sometimes even if they realize the power of the sword, they cannot understand it clearly at that moment, and can only miss a great opportunity.
"Use the innate nature of the Heavenly Soul to introduce the sword power into the place where the soul is cultivated, and then slowly map it. When the sword intention contained in the sword power is slowly understood, the refining will be considered successful."
Feng Jinghong kept thinking about the information he got from the Dao Fruit in his mind. Until he confirmed it was correct, he slowly used his consciousness to control the Heavenly Soul, flew out of the Binghuo Tree, and slowly flew into the void.
Move the location where the sword force is sensed.
Wow!
Feng Jinghong felt his mind tremble, as if he had fallen into the water. The innate nature of the Heavenly Soul and the Sword Power made them curious. They were naturally attracted to each other, and were slowly led to the Zhongdantian by Feng Jinghong.
As soon as the sword power entered the middle dantian, a shocking aura suddenly erupted. Dozens of sharp, evil, dark, and bright sword intentions stirred Feng Jinghong's middle dantian, and the five five-element trees were almost destroyed.
The sharp and majestic aura dispersed.
"No, if I continue like this, let alone refining my sword power, I'm afraid that my skills will be shattered and my muscles and veins will be severed in an instant."
Feng Jinghong secretly screamed, "Tao Jing of Immortality" was running at extreme speed, and the nine-character heavenly sound vibrated out water-like ripples to wrap the sword. Tianhun also immediately sat cross-legged on the Binghuo tree, joining hands with the ghost,
Constantly soothing the anxious sword posture.
"How can he look like an ignorant child?"
Feng Jinghong looked at the sword power that gradually calmed down, and recalled the thrilling scene before. Even with Feng Jinghong's young and mature character, he could not help but feel frightened. He let out a long breath and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I have finally calmed down, and now it's time to understand the sword's intention. I'll control the Heavenly Soul to see how many kinds of sword's intention are contained in the sword's power I get."
He kept staring at the warm sword force light ball in the middle Dantian with his inner vision. After a stick of incense, it was already dark, and Feng Jinghong was sure that the sword force had completely calmed down, and then he turned around.
The consciousness flows into the heavenly soul and slowly approaches the sword.
Wow!
The warm and moist feeling like water once again enveloped Tianhun, and Feng Jinghong carefully felt the sword intention contained in the sword's power.
"The sword intention of despair, the sword intention of fear, the sword intention of destruction...these are all dark sword intentions. With my current level of spiritual consciousness, I am afraid that once I come into contact with it, I will die or become an idiot.
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However, after just a few feelings, Feng Jinghong's consciousness became a little unstable and might even dissipate. He was so frightened that he quickly stepped back and looked to the other side.
"The sword intent is full of life. Although this kind of sword intent is good, it is an auxiliary sword intent. I urgently need the sword intent to attack now. If I can't break through to the golden elixir stage in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, then I will start to escape.
The journey to Huazhou is over, so attacking with sword intent is my first choice now!"
Feng Jinghongyi slowly moved forward to explore his consciousness and kept sifting through it.
If his current thoughts are known to those sword cultivators, he is afraid that he will be hacked to death by random swords. Others hold their swords and think hard all day long, trying to find a sword intention that they cannot get, but he can choose the sword intention he likes at will.
If any sword cultivator knew what Feng Jinghong was thinking right now, he would probably vomit blood and die immediately.
"Hey, what kind of sword intention is this?"
Feng Jinghong's consciousness suddenly went numb as he moved forward, and then he fell softly like a mortal whose air power was suddenly sucked out, and then disappeared.