In the blink of an eye, Yan Changlan didn’t know how many times he reincarnated or how many times he died.

This time, he woke up again, opened his eyes and was already an adult man, standing in front of a sword wall.

In the sword wall, countless sword cultivators were dancing swords, and countless sword techniques were constantly exerting. They fought each other endlessly, and the slashes were full of sword marks. They were all engraved on the sword wall, but they could not escape from the sword wall.

Yan Changlan looked closely and his eyes were fixed on a sword mark.

In an instant, his consciousness seemed to be pulled into it. He had sat down cross-legged without realizing it. Inside his eyes, the purple green light flashed, and the consciousness pulled into the sword mark space also turned into a phantom. He held the purple green swords in his hand, which was the true meaning of his wind and thunder.

At the same time, a monk holding a sword stood opposite the phantom of his consciousness.

Yan Changlan suddenly felt something in his heart that the sword-holding cultivator was the person who carved the sword mark. He used the spiritual sword transformed by his true meaning to polish the true meaning.

So he did not hesitate and the commander's two swords attacked and killed the monk!

The sword-holding cultivator made a very sharp move. The sword technique used was exactly what Yan Changlan had seen in countless sword-holding cultivators. Now that he personally experiences it, he can even realize the true meaning of the sword, which is extremely extraordinary. The realm of this sword-holding cultivator is also as solid as Yan Changlan. His foundation and strong magic power are just an excellent opponent.

Yan Changlan and him took turns to come and go, and the sword sounds were heard in the interweaving of the spirit sword, which was long and dense, and the true meaning of wind and thunder was boiling. In each battle, the opponent's spiritual sword seemed to be polished away by Zhuo, and in the end, there was only the hilt left. The fragments that were polished away by Zhuo turned into streamer light, attached to the Fenglei Spirit Sword and circled, making a "wavy" sound. At the same time, the sword cultivator disappeared. After all the flowing lights disappeared, the Fenglei Spirit Sword seemed to be more solid, a little more transparent, and more colorful.

It turns out that this is also polishing.

Yan Changlan never realized that the phantom transformed by his consciousness seemed to be condensed.

After this sword cultivator was defeated, the sword mark space suddenly shattered, and Yan Changlan's consciousness escaped and returned to his body. At the same time, the sword mark was smoothed out and turned into a palm-sized stone, falling beside him. Then, when his gaze fell on another sword mark, his consciousness was pulled into a new sword mark space.

He is still a sword cultivator, and he is still Yan Changlan's consciousness fighting with the two swords transformed by wind and thunder. After Yan Changlan won, the sword mark space was still shattered, and another stone that was exactly the same as the previous one fell by Yan Changlan. Naturally, Yan Changlan's true intention was polished again, and his consciousness shadow was condensed a little again.

Once again and again, Yan Changlan forgot everything, with only countless sword marks in his eyes, and fought with the sword cultivator in it to the best of his strength. Sometimes, the sword cultivator he encountered was indeed wonderful, but he would soon be defeated by Yan Changlan's sword. However, some sword cultivators were extremely powerful and needed to use all his strength to defeat him.

Gradually, his original phantom of consciousness condensed into half-virtual and half-real. Every time he was shrouded by the flowing light transformed by the broken spirit sword, strands of invisible power gathered in his consciousness body and gathered in the Dantian.

Yan Changlan seemed tireless and still fought one after another in the sword scars. Every time he defeated, the invisible power in the dantian of consciousness became stronger and stronger. His real body outside the sword scar was above, and his invincible aura was even stronger.

After a lot of time, the true meaning spiritual sword in the hands of the consciousness body was extremely transparent and strong. The invisible power in its dantian gathered into the form of a sword. The sword was purple-green, which looked like a real and illusory, but it looked like the most simple spiritual sword, but it was surrounded by wind and thunder. Every collision between the wind and thunder was intertwined, as if there was a pattern on the sword, sometimes with wind and sometimes with thunder. When the wind and thunder patterns changed, the spiritual sword seemed to have changed a lot, with many shapes.

This spiritual sword condensed in the depths of consciousness is the sword heart of the sword cultivator. For all sword cultivators, the sword heart is like a spiritual sword.

However, Yan Changlan was just a sword cultivator who turned into a purple pill. Even though his sword heart was very close to the entity, he still had a sense of illusion - this is the limitation of the realm, not his limit.

If he does not forget to sharpen his sword mind all the time in the future, he may not have the opportunity to completely condense it before the Nascent Soul. By then, he will be able to immediately achieve the Nascent Soul Dharma image that is just like a real thing.

Yan Changlan was still immersed in the battle at this moment. Suddenly, a force drove him out. He woke up and realized that his consciousness was returning. At this moment, he looked at the sword marks again, but he would no longer be sucked into it. At the same time, he realized that he was extremely tired, and a stinging pain in his mind was a sign of excessive consumption, either consuming consciousness, energy, or consuming true intentions. But he was like a candlelight at this moment, and could no longer support himself into the sword mark space.

Many palm-sized stones were piled up around Yan Changlan. Each stone had different shapes, but they were very smooth, with his own sword energy lingering above.

He picked up a piece, and the sword energy was not repelled by him. He tried to attach the true meaning to it, which was even more smooth and extremely harmonious.

Suddenly, a kind of enlightenment surged in Yan Changlan's heart. The stone was called "Sword Stone", which was given here. It formed a formation with the sword wall, and it was integrated into one. It used the fallen sword cultivation true intention, consciousness as nourishment, and sword marks as medium to evolve many sword marks space illusions in it. When the new sword cultivator is attracted by the true intention contained in the sword mark, consciousness is introduced into the sword stone. With the true intention against the true intention, the true intention in the sword stone will be defeated. The former true intention is erased by the new true intention, and the illusion is destroyed. The sword stone is immersed in the new sword cultivator's sword energy, the true intention, and it is separated from the formation and recognizes the new sword cultivator as the main.

After a brief count, there were always eighty-one sword stones around Yan Changlan's body, ninety-nine extreme numbers, which were also the extreme numbers that his consciousness could be introduced. Therefore, after fighting for 9981 times, the sword wall drove him out.

The next moment, all the sword marks on the sword wall disappeared, turning into something that was extremely transparent, just like a mirror.

A sword cultivator slowly appeared inside, with a tall figure and agile figure. He had a pair of spiritual swords in his hand, lingering in the wind and thunder, standing upright, and there seemed to be a sword light in his eyes.

Yan Changlan was sitting cross-legged, while the sword cultivator in the sword wall stood quietly, sitting and standing, but the two of them looked exactly the same.

Immediately afterwards, the figure in the sword wall moved, and he saw a sword pointing out. The wind and thunder exploded and the air exploded, as if there was a momentum of collapse in the sky. Another sword, the wind and clouds surged, and the change was uncertain, making people's five senses and six consciousnesses be deceived by them, and were killed by the Wuding Sword in the wind of formlessness. Another sword casts the sea of ​​thunder, and the eyes are all thunder, and the water of the sea of ​​thunder is transformed by the sword light, and it is difficult to move in an instant. If there are thousands of swords piercing the heart, if there are thunder and lightning.

The figure used the sword technique three times and then suddenly disintegrated.

Yan Changlan suddenly realized that this had passed the test of the sword wall for him and had to pass on a set of sword moves that fit his body. After three times, he had already engraved it firmly in his heart.

Then, before he could breathe, or remember any reason why he came here, around him changed again, and countless familiar figures appeared. It seemed that countless memories of reincarnation recurred. He recognized these figures, clearly all the enemies who had killed him! However, he forgot the sword technique he had learned and his current realm, but he only remembered a set of sword techniques, which were powerful but unfamiliar with it...

At the same time, a teenager image appeared in his mind.

He is a green shirt and arrogant, his eyes are like stars.

Yan Changlan suddenly remembered that the man in Qingshan was his sweetheart, and suddenly realized that if he could not kill all the enemies soberly, he would never see him again.
Chapter completed!