After a long time, Wang Buwen finally came back to his senses.
"Buzz!"
Just when he wanted to express something, the stone tablet in front of him suddenly trembled, and the characters engraved on it shone brightly, and then strands of mysterious inscriptions spilled out. These inscriptions formed a series of human figures, and they evolved like this.
Unknowingly, Wang Buwen fell into realization.
This kind of understanding is not Wang Buwen's subjective consciousness, but more passive, as if those figures were suddenly imprinted into the depths of his soul, forcing him to understand.
………
On the other side, Xue Ningyu was walking on the deserted ruins, her small cherry-red mouth chattering non-stop, as if she was cursing something.
"You bastard, you didn't see me, and you didn't know why I came to find her."
"Men are indeed heartbroken."
"...!"
If someone who is familiar with Xue Ningyu hears these words, their jaws will probably drop.
Unexpectedly, this iceberg goddess-like figure would have such a side like a resentful woman.
The next moment, Xue Ningyu seemed to sense something, her steps suddenly stopped, her eyebrows raised, and she kept scanning around.
"Buzz!"
Not long after, several figures approached from far away and landed a hundred meters away from Xue Ningyu. The burly young man at the head stared at Xue Ningyu with a half-smile.
This group of people is the mysterious young man who appeared before.
"Who are you?"
Xue Ningyu tensed up and asked in a deep voice.
"Xiejitian!"
The burly young man smiled and said bluntly.
"Um?"
Xue Ningyu searched for a long time, but could not find the origin of this name. She cupped her hands and said, "If you want to hunt for treasure, you can go there by yourself. I have something to do, so I will leave first."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xue Ningyu wanted to run away, but as soon as she moved, the five figures behind Xiejitian moved and surrounded her.
"What do you mean, Your Excellency?"
Xue Ningyu's pretty face changed slightly and she asked in a cold voice.
"I would like to ask the girl to come with me for a little while, is it possible?"
An evil smile appeared on Xie Jitian's face covered with black lines, and he said softly.
"Sorry, I have something else to do!"
Xue Ningyu said indifferently, wanting to leave, but seeing that the five figures around her showed no intention of retreating, her heart suddenly sank.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, the burly figure closest to Xue Ningyu suddenly made a move, and the skinny palm covered with magic patterns struck straight at Xue Ningyu.
It seemed like a light palm, but the power contained in it caused Xue Ningyu's expression to change drastically.
"The peak of the Holy King?"
Xue Ningyu didn't hesitate and slapped it with her backhand.
"boom!"
There was a loud roar, Xue Ning said nothing, but the man took half a step back. This scene, the eyes of Xie Jitian not far away were slightly bright, and the smile on his face was even more difficult to guess.
Xue Ningyu knew that there was nothing good she could do, so she didn't say anything more and went straight to attack.
"Buzz!"
The Immortal Feather Sword was instantly in hand, and the sword soared into the sky with fierce force. As he swung it, sword energy spurted out and charged towards the five figures.
Facing Xue Ningyu's offensive, the five strong men in pitch black armor did not retreat at all, and directly faced him. Palm prints came out from their hands and collided with Xue Ningyu's sword energy.
"boom…!"
Waves of roaring sounds exploded instantly, and what Xue Ningyu didn't expect was that these five people were all at the peak of the Holy King's cultivation, and their strength was even stronger than Lin Fang and others.
Five people joined forces and were as strong as her, and they were all suppressed in an instant.
Xue Ningyu did not panic, she responded calmly and waited for opportunities to break out.
"It's really beautiful!"
"It's a pity that if you want to obtain the inheritance, you must make a blood sacrifice. Otherwise, I don't mind training you as a slave girl!"
Not far away, Xie Jitian looked at Xue Ningyu who was moving gracefully, every move was like a beautiful dance, and couldn't help but sigh.
He didn't expect that he would be so lucky to meet such a gorgeous human woman.
pity……
No matter how beautiful a woman is, how can she compare to his ambition?
Xie Jitian stood with his hands behind his hands, a slight smile on his face, quietly watching the battle not far away, his posture seemed to be watching a canary struggling in a cage.
In the dark palace, Wang Buwen closed his eyes tightly, holding the demon-suppressing sword, and waved it in the empty hall, as if he was rehearsing something. The mysterious aura filled the entire hall as Wang Buwen practiced.
"Buzz!"
After a long time, Wang Buwen put away his sword and stood up, his eyes suddenly opened, as if two sword shadows shot out from his eyes, causing the void in front of him to become slightly distorted.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a harvest in this dark palace?"
Wang Buwen exhaled a breath of turbid air and sighed happily.
The figures formed by the character patterns are practicing nothing but a set of peerless swordsmanship.
This is a set of sword techniques called Seven Emotions Absolute Sword. Wang Buwen didn't know how high its grade was, but its exquisiteness shocked Wang Buwen greatly.
The so-called seven emotions are joy, anger, sadness, fear, love, evil, and desire, and the Seven Emotions Absolute Sword is based on these seven emotions to practice seven sword moves that are extremely powerful.
There are no specific drills for these seven moves. The essence lies in the word "love". The deeper the love, the greater the power.
In addition, there is the last move, Seven Emotions Unified, whose power is earth-shattering, but Wang Buwen estimates that even if someone created this sword technique, they would probably not be able to use it easily.
Who can evolve seven emotions in an instant and perfectly combine these seven emotions?
Relying on the evolution of the characters on the stone tablet, Wang Buwen was lucky enough to get started and was able to display some of the power of this set of swordsmanship. However, it would take a long time to fully understand this set of swordsmanship.
Even so, the horror of this sword technique is self-evident.
In Wang Buwen's heart, this set of swordsmanship is even more valuable than the training resources he obtained from the White Palace.
After pondering for a moment, Wang Buyen flipped his palm, and three jade slips suddenly appeared in his hand. They were obtained from the light ball in the center of the white palace.
He put his thoughts into the first jade slip, and after a while, Wang Buwen withdrew with some disappointment.
What is recorded in this jade slip is an ancient formation that reaches the peak of Wenxian. It has infinite power. To ordinary people, it may be extremely precious, but to Wang Buwen, it is as useless.
He has inherited the first level of memory of the Nine Levels of Creation Lock, and the knowledge about formations in his mind is extremely vast. If he is willing, he can write down hundreds of formations at the peak of Wenxian at any time.
However, his current formation cultivation level has not yet reached that level, and he cannot fully utilize the formation knowledge in his mind.
That's all, it's better than nothing.
Wang Buwen sighed, put away the jade slip, and then inserted the second jade slip. Not long after, he shook his head in disappointment again.
In this jade slip, there is actually an ancient elixir recipe.
Wang Buwen originally thought that the third jade slip would be so worthless, but he never thought that as soon as his thoughts penetrated it, he was completely stunned.