He waved his hand, and the yellowed ancient book in the corner of the bookshelf fell into his palm.
This ancient book is very thin, with only a few pages. The cover is withered and yellow, and it is stained with water. It seems that it has been submerged in water, so that several large characters on the cover are blurred.
Qin Nan could only vaguely see part of the words on the cover.
"Xuan Ming...Sword Technique!"
With a sense of expectation, Qin Nan flipped through the pages of the album.
The pages of the album flipped, and inside there was a picture of a pair of swords held in both hands, slashing and slashing... These pictures were all the simplest sword moves, and there was nothing strange about them at all.
"The sword penetrates the nine secluded areas, embraces all the rivers, and melts into the void. The sword picks up the mountains and rivers, and falls into the starry sky. All laws in the world can be leveled! All can be destroyed...Those who face battles should all march forward in formation... The nine-character mantra, Nine
Layers of artistic conception, nine layers of profound entrances, if you break them all, you can kill the immortal and seize the soul!"
On the last page, there are dozens or hundreds of small golden characters, but due to some dark water stains, only some rough text can be seen.
"Nine levels of entrance hall, nine levels of artistic conception?"
"All laws in the world can be equalized or destroyed!"
…
Qin Nan muttered it repeatedly, and his mind couldn't help but feel nervous.
The owner of this book dares to speak arrogantly and despise the immortals in the world!
And this is the essence of the swordsman's supremacy.
A swordsman must be fearless! Only then can he attain the great truth!
"It's him!"
A trace of tenacity flashed across Qin Nan's eyes.
He put away his sword technique, and in a flash, he appeared in the Treasure Pavilion next to the Sutra Pavilion. Here were gathered the spiritual stones, elixirs, and medicinal materials that the Qin Dynasty had collected from various major sects in Kyushu over the past decades...
Here, Qin Nan can enjoy these resources to his heart's content.
"Yingnan, I have given an order. One year later, we will raise troops to kill Kunlun Immortal Palace! I wonder if you are ready?"
Ying Zheng's voice came from outside the hall.
Qin Nan's eyes were strange, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart.
One of the biggest reasons why he gave up Kunlun Immortal Palace and followed Ying Zheng back to the Qin Empire was that he felt a familiar aura in the latter's body.
It seems that this guy's previous life also came from the Sword Master Continent.
As for which peak power Ying Zheng is, Qin Nan also has a vague guess, but he has not yet had time to confirm.
"One year from now, remember to call me! By then, I will definitely come out of seclusion on time! Help you conquer Kunlun Immortal Palace!"
Qin Nan responded in a deep voice.
In his perception, the power of Kunlun Immortal Palace is definitely not too powerful.
After all, it is just a void passage from the human world to the fairy world.
Ying Zheng had already given him an overview of the overall power of Kunlun Immortal Palace. Among them, the most powerful monk was only a late-stage Golden Immortal, slightly higher than Ying Zheng.
Regarding the division of realms above the human world, Qin Nan has also found some records about the immortal world from the Scripture Collection Pavilion.
The monks in the Mahayana stage of the human world broke through the path and ascended, becoming human immortals, and then higher up were the heavenly immortals, golden immortals, Daluo golden immortals, true immortals, Taiyi true immortals, immortal kings, immortal kings, saints...
Under the nine realms, they are each subdivided into three small levels: front, middle and back.
"Okay! I hope fellow Taoists will not break their promise! By the way, before the official launch of the army, Kunlun Immortal Palace will send ten genius monks who are no more than fifty years old to challenge the Nine Dragons Platform. Once the Nine Dragons Platform is refined by these people, the Nine Dragons in my hands will
The order will also be taken away. By then, everything will be extremely passive, so...".
Outside the main hall, Ying Zheng hesitated to speak, but he had already made his decision clear.
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, those people won't be able to stir up any trouble! Remember, be kind to my biological mother and the swordsman at the Golden Core Stage!"
"good!"
The two of them talked through the air.
Ying Zheng disappeared outside the hall.
Inside the Treasure Pavilion.
White light surged out, and a flash of white light door slowly opened in the air.
A powerful suction force spurted out from inside the white light door, like a gluttonous beast. In just a few dozen breaths, it completely moved the treasure pavilion covering an area of dozens of miles.
This is the accumulation of hundreds of years of the Qin Empire.
If Ying Zheng saw this situation, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.
The white light door slowly closed, and Qin Nan rushed in.
As the power of Qin Nan's soul path continues to grow, the speed of time inside the immortal space has reached an even more terrifying level than the outside world!
One to three hundred!
In short, one year in the outside world and three hundred years in the immortal space.
To outsiders, Qin Nan only stayed in seclusion for one year, but in fact it lasted three hundred years!
If this kind of heaven-defying cultivation space spreads out, it will definitely cause shock in the world. By then, not to mention the Kunlun Immortal Palace, even the many immortals and gods in the immortal world will be uneasy.
In the immortal space.
Qin Nan sat on the spiritual lake and reached out to open the yellowed pages of the album.
He exerted a little force, and the cold sword light wrapped around the album page. The sword light wrapped around it, so cold and unparalleled that it was unable to cause any damage to the paper in the album page.
"It seems that my guess is good! This ancient sword art is definitely extraordinary!"
Qin Nan was secretly happy.
Then, he held his breath and concentrated, calmed down his mind, and collected his thoughts. Then he looked at the Xuanming Sword Art again and began to practice according to the patterns on the sword art.
One person walks on the water with one sword.
Horizontal, pick, chop, chop, fall, rush, turn, press, stab... the album has ten pages in total.
The first nine pages are engraved with sword dancing patterns, and the last page records the previous words about looking down on the world and despising the immortals in the world.
Stay simple and return to nature!
Qin Nan did not underestimate the sword moves above.
He carefully identified the patterns in the sword formula. The swordsman on it looked extremely blurry and could not see his specific appearance, but he could feel a cold aura as cold as the wind and as gray as the abyss.
He imitated the sword dancer on the pattern, holding the Shura sword, immersed in cultivation day after day, year after year, on the lake at his feet.
Time flies by.
In the blink of an eye, more than eleven months have passed in the outside world.
One day, outside the imperial capital of Xianyang, the void shook and rumbled.
Countless monks in the city followed the sound, and their eyes suddenly widened, and they all looked horrified, and felt a sense of fear in their hearts.
In the void outside the imperial capital of Xianyang.
Ten ancient chariots cut through the void and drove through the stormy wind and clouds. The chariots rolled and crushed the void. The mighty air flow was like water waves. The power of the chariots could be felt from hundreds of miles away.
"Pan Weneng, the master of Xuankong Peak in Kunlun Immortal Palace, is here! All the immortals kneel down to welcome him!"
A loud roar roared from the void a hundred miles away, its sound was deep and could be heard for thousands of miles.
In the Imperial Capital of Xianyang, streams of light rushed towards the outside of the city.
The stream of light flashed, and monks from the Tribulation Stage and Mahayana Stage from all over the Xianyang Imperial Capital came out one after another.
They stepped on the ground outside the city, bent down, and worshiped the ancient chariot high in the sky.
The shadow of the famous tree of man!
Kunlun Immortal Palace is the top immortal sect in the world. Looking at the entire world, I am afraid that only Ying Zheng dares to confront Kunlun Immortal Palace.
"Hmph! Who is my Taoist? It turns out to be fellow Daoist Pan Wuneng! It seems that Kunlun Immortal Palace is indeed about to run out of luck. Could it be that fellow Daoist Wuneng wants to compete with the way of heaven?"
The void rolled, and an icy cold snort resounded throughout the world.
Everyone knew the owner of this voice, but no monk dared to name it directly.
"Younger Ying Zheng, I have already issued a battle order a year ago! If it weren't for the palace master's repeated orders, I would have led the disciples from the peak into the imperial capital!"
Ten ancient chariots shook the void and arrived in an instant, all parked outside the Xianyang Imperial Capital.
On one of the ancient chariots, a white-haired old man walked out.
He stared at the majestic imperial capital in front of him, but there was a hint of disdain in his old eyes.
Ying Zheng was only in the early stage of Golden Immortal, but he had already been promoted to the middle stage of Golden Immortal.
If we just talk about realm, Ying Zheng is not his opponent at all.