An Bulang once again returned to the center of the tomb where the five passages intersected.

Treasures, elixirs, spells, and exercises were all cleared by him.

Now there is only one channel left: formation!

An Bulang thought of Lu Kui's words again. King Bai once achieved great fame in the Bai Ling Empire, where the cultivation culture was prosperous, and his cultivation had reached the peak level of the Divine Sea. Compared to An Bulang's current state, he was quite famous.

He can be considered a strong man.

No wonder the formation set up here was so powerful, and the mysterious power of the soul put him in danger for a time...

An Bulang knew that once he entered the avenue of formations and faced King Bai's remnant soul, he would face unknown dangers that could threaten his safety.

If ordinary people knew this fact, they would have retreated long ago, especially after doing the above series of things...

But for some reason, An Bulang's heart was ready to move.

"I didn't expect that King Bai is still alive..."

"It would be a pity for such an interesting person to die."

"You're already here, why don't you go meet him?"

An Bulang stroked his chin gently, nodded to himself and said: "Although it is a bit dangerous, how can the path of cultivation be smooth sailing? Besides, I, An Bulang, have so many trump cards, is it possible that I can't take advantage of it? Trump cards

More waves means stability!”

He successfully convinced himself and then walked towards the formation avenue.

The moment he stepped into the formation avenue, he knew that he had fallen into the formation.

The formation is very good, and in terms of structure, it can also be called exquisite.

An Bulang sensed and analyzed the formation with great interest, and walked forward step by step. Every step he took was on a key node of the formation, so that the formation could not even become hostile to him, but instead

She trembled slightly from being tickled by his footsteps, which seemed very comfortable.

He walked along like this, extremely naturally and peacefully, as if he was an expert who had nothing to do with the world. He quickly walked out of the formation range that hid murderous intent and passed through the avenue of formations.

Milky white light came into view.

A brand new world appeared in front of An Bulang's eyes!

This is an extremely huge circular white stone platform.

Holy, peaceful.

A bronze coffin was placed quietly in the center of the circular white stone platform. The coffin was surrounded by strange purple spiritual grass, swaying gently, as if waving to him.

This is a Xuan-level high-level treasure of heaven and earth, the soul-enhancing grass!

There are so many!!

An Bulang licked the corner of his mouth.

How about plucking all these weeds with your own skills?!

He remembered that he also had a white dragon horse. He couldn't eat these grasses, but the white dragon horse could eat them, which was extremely beneficial to his cultivation.

At this time, the wind suddenly picked up.

A sharp and powerful sword light slashed down from top to bottom.

Haoran's sword energy filled the entire world in an instant.

A man with ordinary appearance but a strong and cold temperament appeared in front of the coffin.

His body is illusory, he holds a golden virtual sword in his hand, his eyes are calm and majestic, and his platinum shirt moves automatically without wind, giving people a very wise and powerful feeling.

"Congratulations to the destined person for being able to gain experience in the five avenues of treasures, exercises, elixirs, spells, and formations. I have to say that you are so lucky!"

The man with a cold face and a strong aura suddenly showed a soft smile.

An Bulang blinked, was this luck? He seemed to have wanted them all. This was strength.

"Of course, your ability to pass the trial of the Formation Avenue also proves that you are very strong and qualified to obtain Gu's Formation inheritance..."

"Dare I ask senior..."

An Bulang asked curiously as he looked at the man in front of him who was full of strength and sword energy lingering around him.

The man flicked his sleeves, looked at the sky with his eyes like swords, and said slowly: "Gu is the owner of this tomb. He was once famous and powerful, with unparalleled fighting power. He killed the Red River Demon Tribe with fear, and was known as the Little God of War of the Bai Ling Empire!

Everyone respects Gu Gu as the White King, the king on the battlefield!"

As soon as he finished speaking, golden light turned into sword energy flying all over the sky.

The man's body showed an unparalleled aura that was unrivaled across the battlefield.

If an ordinary monk saw this scene, he might not be able to help but worship King Bai.

An Bulang was not that exaggerated, but there was also a look of surprise in his eyes.

Who the hell said that the White King only has a remnant soul that can't attack people?

In this battle, you can definitely bully whoever you want!

Stable! Must be stable!

An Bulang silently suppressed his original idea of ​​discussing the construction of the cemetery with King Bai.

"An Bulang, I have met Senior Bai Wang." An Bulang saluted respectfully when he saw this.

A truly strong person should know how to control himself, be able to be strong or soft, able to bend or stretch.

"Yes, when I see the orphan queen, she can still be neither humble nor arrogant, and her demeanor is still the same. She is a good young man..." King Bai saw An Bulang's reaction that was nothing more than shock and licking. Not only was he not angry, but he was extremely pleased.

The golden transparent long sword in his hand was raised, and the sword energy surged again, saying: "Watch it!"

Buzz~~~

The sword intent spreads.

King Bai moved with the sword and began to dance with the sword in front of An Bulang.

The exquisite and unparalleled sword intent was swayed freely, making him look like the king of swords. Suddenly, a powerful formation rose up from the circular white stone platform, and it was a sword formation!

In an instant, sword moves and sword formations blended together, changing in countless ways.

Various visions of swordsmanship began to appear, including high mountains and flowing water, a sword splitting the sky, and a mad sweep of thousands of armies...

An Bulang didn't know why King Bai jumped up in front of him, but since King Bai was in that mood, he was naturally happy to be an audience, but he didn't know whether it was appropriate to applaud.

Half an hour later.

The White King's sword dance finally ended.

He seemed a little tired, and his body became unreal, but he still looked majestic and unparalleled in the world. With a sword behind his back in one hand, he looked at An Bulang and said in a majestic and high-pitched voice: "How is it?"

An Bulang looked stunned.

How about it?

Is this asking for his opinion?

Upon thinking of this, An Bulang immediately looked serious and said: "King Bai, your idea of ​​combining sword moves with sword formations is actually a good one, and the gain range for sword moves is also very good, but the connection between sword moves and sword formations is

The blending is still too rigid. To put it simply, it lacks the power of coordination.”

"Once the enemy finds the key node connecting the two and breaks it, not only will you not gain any increase in strength, but you will also be counterattacked by your own sword formation and fall into a crisis."

"In addition, you have a move with the true meaning of swordsmanship like the sunset on a river, but you don't have the power to match it in the sword formation. As a result, the power of the sword formation cannot be reasonably connected with your power. This greatly increases the instability of the normal operation of the sword formation.

Sex can easily trigger a series of chain consequences, and it is recommended to change it.”

"Also, the flying dragon inscriptions in your sword formation are too violent. Although combining with sword moves can increase your power, it can easily damage your meridians and soul. Here, I suggest you change the flying dragon inscriptions in the sword formation.

Cheng Qianlong inscriptions or other inscriptions that blend yin and yang..."

An Bulang talked eloquently in front of King Bai, his expression very serious and sincere.

King Bai's faint compulsion gradually solidified, and his expression changed from pride to shock.

This little repair...

What are you talking about?

He originally wanted to show off his best skill of combining sword moves with sword formations, so that the little cultivator in front of him would worship him with admiration, praise him gushingly, and then ask him to teach him the formation inheritance.

But now, what is this Xiaoxiu doing?

Are you actually giving him serious instructions on how to use your best skills?!

Bai Wang felt that his three views had been refreshed.

He just listened stupidly to An Bulang's talk until An Bulang finished all his opinions.

"You...do you know what you are going to say again?" King Bai didn't know how to be angry, so he could only stare at An Bulang and said with dignity.

An Bulang blinked and said curiously: "If you have any questions, just ask."

The corner of Bai Wang's mouth twitched slightly, and he roared in his heart, I want to be your teacher and pass on your inheritance, not to let you be my teacher!!

He was about to get angry, but for some reason, An Bulang's previous words suddenly came to mind.
To be continued...