Sword Pool!

There is the softness of water, and the sharpness and strength of water, which is everywhere and everything is broken. Is this cold light, that clear spring or something else?

In this central sword domain, it can only be under the heavenly land, unique to ancient and modern sword cultivators! In the Tianzhu Mountain Fire Spirit Land, Zhang Fan had seen the golden place where the fire spirit manifested. At that time, he sighed that due to his ability, he did not manifest the most essence and incredible place in the sword domain.

I never thought that today can be seen here.

The rippling water light in front of me was just countless subtle reflections, and the real sword pool was still far away from the sun.

Now where Zhang Fan stood, there were large pieces of white sand under his feet, as if it was endless.

These white sands are not milky white fine sand like ordinary watersides, but are small but distinct edges and angular, and occasionally shine with a metallic luster in a cool color.

Take a few pieces of white sand and come in front of you. You can clearly see that the shape of each white sand is not round, but is vaguely like a sword shape, as if it is broken into such a small size, still maintaining the shape of a sword and the meaning of a sword.

Around them, there was a radiance that seemed to be from the outside sword screen peak. The difference is that this radiance is more solid and more refined, with a sharp and firm intention in the circumstance. It seemed that if you didn't want to touch your body, you would divide people into countless parts, and end up with dry and dry sand.

"Broken sword energy!"

After feeling the more concentrated phosphoria in front of him, Zhang Fan finally understood their origin.

He had been in contact with sword energy for many years and had a very clear understanding of the sword energy itself. He had been in the outside world before, but he had never thought of it, and the other was that it was too thin and foggy and could not be distinguished.

Now that he had encountered a much richer phosimism again in this sword domain, he immediately understood.

Everything in front of me is the shattered remnants of the sword domain battle tens of thousands of years ago, but it is just the afterimage of the glorious past.

The radius is the mist formed by the sword energy that is broken into countless parts, and with a trace of sword intent and persistence, it is recondensed; the white sand is the countless swords in the sword tomb, and the powder is broken under the terrifying power. It is just the Tao that retains the pride of the sword from the past, stubbornly maintaining the shape of the sword.

Perhaps there is only the sword pool that is still unattainable and has a bit of its former style. After all, it is almost immortal with infinite sword energy turning into liquid.

"Fellow Daoist Miejue, let's go!"

"Um!"

Compared with Zhang Fan's slightest emotion, Miejue's reaction was much more intense. Although she was not a qualified sword cultivator, she respected the glory of the sword cultivator since she was a child and held the concept of the sword cultivator. Now she has seen with her own eyes that the holy land of the sword cultivator lineage is now broken and deeply touched, which is not something he can imagine.

In a trance, the two of them strolled in this glorious sunset.

Everything is calm, without danger or obstacles, only white sand and phosphoria are accompanied by, and the streets are gradually far away.

After a moment, a clear spring and a ray of water came into view.

The most violent, sharpest, the most unruly power in the world... The sword energy, the ultimate strength, turned into the ultimate softness, and the hundreds of steel made a roundabout way, and the sharp sword energy turned into flowing water.

It was exactly what appeared in front of Zhang Fan that was the sundial image.

In front of him, a Jinghu Lake, which was extremely calm, blocked the road. The lake was covered with straw, no wind, no ripples, and a faint light of water soaked everything.

Facing this gentle and peaceful scene that seemed to be broken by just a small stone, Zhang Fan's face gradually condensed.

The most wonderful place in the sword domain, the sword pool, isn’t it as simple as it seems on the surface?

After pondering for a while, Zhang Fan flipped over and a piece of ore appeared in his palm, and then flashed and turned into a afterimage, passing by above the sword pool.

Now, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and it was like a strong wind suddenly rising, and the world was instantly changed in the calm sword pool.

"boom"

With a roar, the sword pool seemed to come alive. The entire water surface rippled neatly, and endless water vapor penetrated, as if countless sharp swords were used to instantly penetrate the ore.

In the blink of an eye, the previous moment was, and the next moment, it was silently broken into countless crystal clearness.

Not to mention looking at the naked eye, even if Zhang Fan released his spiritual consciousness, he still couldn't be sure how many portions the ore had been divided into in that moment.

Each piece is a shiny quilt, just like a jewellery merchant in the world, polished by fine craftsmanship, but in essence, it is just a sharp edge passing by, as if it is endless.

It was scattered and sprinkled, and every bit of powder was divided into smaller pieces by the infinite sword energy that suddenly appeared. When it fell into the water of the sword pool, it was no longer visible.

The ore has long disappeared and has been completely erased in this world, but the changes on the sword pool have not stopped yet.

The calm water surface a moment ago seemed to be still rippling, according to a certain rule, rising and falling, high and low; or surging, or surging silently; sometimes stormy waves, sometimes calm and sometimes calm...

These countless surges seemed to contain some mystery, and instantly attracted Zhang Fan's attention.

At the same time, above the sword pool, countless light energy originally condensed, like rich white clouds, and could not see the real place. Now, under the fluctuations of the sword pool, the true appearance is revealed.

The radius of light scattered everywhere, a high platform standing in the sword pool.

On the platform, there were only three or five people stopping, and there was no figure on it, let alone any folds. There was only a broken sword, which was inserted straight into the platform.

This broken sword is mottled all over, as if it has been slashed countless times and has survived to this day.

The sword body is in the color of bronze, like a bronze, but at the edge, there is a white light. Even the sword made of Taibai Jingjin is less natural sharp.

"Central Wuji Qilin Sword!"

At this time, Mie Jue suddenly exclaimed, and the enthusiasm and excitement in his voice could not be concealed at all.

"Central Wuji Qilin Sword?"

Zhang Fan's expression moved when he heard this and looked up.

At this time, the radius gradually condensed, as if a heavy burden was pressing down on one's body, slowly sank down, revealing everything on the platform.

The broken sword also completely entered Zhang Fan's vision.

The shape of the broken sword is simple, the color of the dim color is simple, and the broken body is added to the ancient meaning of the bronze sword.

He was distant and old. Even though he was separated by countless distances, Zhang Fan could still feel the aura that was constantly emitted by the sword, like a wilderness.

Immediately, he also understood the meaning of Miejue's Central Wuji Qilin Sword.

After the ancient bronze sword, a phantom emerged, holding his head up and shaking his tail, not angry and powerful, without roaring, but directly shocked the hearts of the person who saw him.

The phantom has dragon head, deer antlers, tiger back, bear waist, shaped like a horse, shaped like a deer, snake scales and ox tail, and flames appear at the corners of the mouth, and when breathing, it is like thunder roaring, resounding directly in the soul.

"The hairy insects are 360, and the kirin grows for them."

It is the chief of all beasts, the central Wuji Qilin that feeds one of the five directions of the world! Looking at the ancient sword on the high platform, although it is broken and still condensed with the essence of Wu Earth, Zhang Fan's expression moved, and suddenly thought of something, and asked Mie Jue: "Fellow Daoist Mie Jue, is the sword domain broken into five pieces?"

"No, Friend Zhang is keen!"

At this time, Miejue also came back from the shock of seeing the Central Wuji Qilin and 1, and nodded and exclaimed.

After all, the hope of revenge is highly likely to be placed on Zhang Fan. Miejue did not hide his own personal information. He soon told Zhang Fan about what he knew about the Sword Domain.

The ancient sword cultivation holy land...Sword Domain, its original body transforms into the golden spirit beads among the Five Spirit Beads, but it is not limited to this.

In the countless years since then, the sword cultivation lineage, I don’t know what method I used to find the five-way spiritual sword and pressed it on the sword domain, forming a treasure that penetrates the sky and the earth.

The so-called five-way spiritual sword are: the central Wuji Qilin sword, the western Geng Jin White Tiger sword, the eastern Jia Yi Qinglong sword, the northern Ren Gui Xuanwu sword, and the southern Bing Ding Vermillion Bird sword! They imitate the origin of heaven and earth, and feed the four directions and the central.

"Five-sided Spirit Swords, Five-sided Outer Domain!"

"I see!"

From then on, Zhang Fan suddenly realized that although the sword domain was broken in the battle that year, it still pressed down according to the five spiritual swords and turned into five pieces.

The reason why the sword domain here is called the Central Sword Domain is because it is the head of the five spiritual swords... the Central Wuji Qilin Sword! Thinking of this, Zhang Fan looked up again and saw that the phospheric energy that had settled down a moment ago suddenly changed on the platform.

It seemed like there was a mold that was constraining. All the phosus did not completely disperse, but condensed and combined with each other. From the high platform to the bank of the sword pool, a ladder spread out to the sky.

The radiance is solid, the metallic luster and sharp sword energy are raised at the same time, making the stairs that reach the sky come out of brilliant light, as if they were cast from pieces of polished to extremely bright platinum.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is the way to ask for your heart!"

Mie Juewang looked towards the ladder extending to her feet, and a look of indescribable desire or nervousness suddenly flashed on his face, and said a little unnaturally.

Zhang Fan nodded, without replying, but just focused on looking at the ladder in front of him.

Asking for your heart, going up the ladder, wall of life and death, and not returning... is the first level for ancient monks when they entered the school, in order to torture the heart, face life and death directly, and temper their minds.

Every sect, whether it is good or evil, the way or evil, is different. The difference is that the "heart" required by each sect is different, and the content of the test is also very different.

At that time, Zhang Fan heard Mie Jue mentioned the test of inheritance for some reason. Now it seems that it is this way of asking for his heart.

Ask the heart, what is tortured is the heart of the heart of the Tao. In the eyes of the sword cultivator, it is the heart of the sword! If you cannot pass this level, you will not be able to practice the Taoist tradition of the sword cultivator. It is the simplest, but also the most accurate test.

As he stared at the heart-to-heart path, Zhang Fan's golden light at the corner of his eyes could see countless fluctuations and ripples on the surface of the sword pool under the ladder.
Chapter completed!