Chapter 61

The vitality in the tower kept converging in the direction of Nanmen maple, and gradually became thin. He noticed the changes brought by the vitality. Nanmen Maple was deeply distressed. More than 100 top-grade yuan stones were squandered in two months. Even if he is now worth a lot, he is still in pain.

But as long as we can break through the real world, everything is worth it! Immediately close your eyes and begin to condense the true yuan.

Half a month later, Nanmen Feng got up slowly, looked at the exhausted vitality in the tower, smiled bitterly, and murmured, "don't be surprised, master Dan, you have to borrow your disciple's yuan stone. It will be double returned every day!"

Now at this time, Zifeng really shouldn't appear outside. He once promised to let it out as long as he broke through the real environment. He can only wait after he came out of the emperor's tomb!

Feeling the powerful power in his body, nanmenfeng was looking for someone to try the power of the real world. "Yun Zhanxing should also break through the real world?" just took him to try.

Nanmen Maple said faintly, "are you interested in trying?"

Yun Zhanxing's eyes brightened. He also wanted to try the power of the real world. He knew that he was not the opponent of Nanmen maple, but there was no one here except Nanmen maple, and he had no other choice, "OK!"

The two opened the distance. Yun Zhanxing took the lead in roaring and punched Nanmen maple in front of him. The crazy Zhenyuan spread out, and his fist was shrouded in a milky light.

"Good luck!" Nanmen Feng whispered and greeted with the same punch. The two fists intersected, and there was a loud bang. A gust of wind and waves suddenly set off between them, and then scattered.

Half a step back, Yun Zhanxing looked at the Nanmen Maple who had retreated three steps opposite. It was difficult to understand, "how much force did you use?"

Nanmen Feng smiled and said, "fifty percent, what about you?"

Yun Zhanxing immediately said with a bitter face, "eighty percent."

"80%?" Nanmen Maple whispered, as if he was very dissatisfied with his performance. The face of Yun Zhanxing on one side was even more ugly. They almost broke through the real situation at the same time, and their 80% strength was slightly stronger than that of Nanmen maple.

It's just that. The problem is that nanmenfeng seems very dissatisfied with it.

"You're going to attack with all your strength this time." Nanmen Feng said. When he stepped on his feet, he took the initiative to attack. The bully's fist came, which made it the basic boxing of Nanmen family.

Yun Zhanxing's face was frozen. He knew he would lose, but he couldn't be too ugly. He urged Zhenyuan all over his body and punched him out.

The Milky light intertwined with a violent sound. Yun Zhanxing retreated a foot away, his throat was sweet, and he forced himself down. In contrast, the maple at the south gate opposite, the original grain silk did not move.

"How much did you spend this time?" Yun Zhanxing estimated that Nanmen Maple spent at least 80%.

Nanmen Feng said faintly, "60%, but this fist used martial arts."

"What?" Yun Zhanxing looked at Nanmen maple in disbelief. Didn't he say that the first punch Nanmen Maple just came at random and didn't use martial arts!

Nanmen Feng's martial arts are still fresh in Yun Zhanxing's memory. That set of boxing is very strong! He used 60% of his strength and beat himself with a set of martial arts at will!

Yun Zhanxing found that after breaking through the real world, their strength was not close, but farther!

The huge gap in strength makes the competition boring. A moment later, they came to the array and wanted to try whether they could break the array with the power of the real world.

A roar sounded. Nanmen Feng found that they consumed the power of the array, which was far less than the supplementary power. Even if they used their swords, they were still a little worse.

If you want to break through! The power consumed must be much stronger than the supplementary power, because while the array is consumed, human power is also consumed.

When Leng qianao left, he gathered the strength of nearly 20 people to break. Although Nanmen Feng and Yun Zhanxing can completely defeat the 20 people at this time, it does not mean that their strength is stronger than that of the 20 people together.

They looked dark and sat down outside the jianhuang hall. An idea came up in their hearts almost at the same time, "do you really want to be trapped here?"

The sword emperor hall can't go out, let alone the emperor's tomb outside!

For three days, they just sat quietly without practicing or talking. No one wants to break the dull atmosphere. When disappointment turns into despair, silence may become the only mood!

"We continue to cultivate. Only when we become stronger can we have the opportunity to go out." Nanmen Feng suddenly got up and shouted at Yun Zhanxing.

Yun Zhanxing looked up at Nanmen Feng with firm eyes, stood up and said loudly, "OK! It's a big deal. Wait 19 years, and the next emperor's tomb will open!"

The South Gate Maple suddenly looked like an angry ball, glanced at the cloud Zhanxing unhappily, and turned and walked into the jianhuang hall. Wait nineteen years? He doesn't want to wait.

At the bottom of the ten thousand sword array, maple sat cross legged at the south gate. Here, his sword meaning has changed qualitatively, but he still feels very weak. This is a good place to understand the sword meaning. Since God wants him to stay here, he can't waste his time in vain.

Nanmen Feng suddenly remembered the nine day alchemy code. He just had time to seize the time to cultivate the power of the spirit. The stronger the spirit is, the better it is to understand the meaning of the sword.

Take out the jade slips recording the nine day refining Scripture from the God killing tower and put them in the center of the eyebrows. The simple and golden characters appear in the mind of maple in the south gate.

The whole article is divided into six layers, with a total of more than 3000 words. The first layer has the least number of words, only more than 300 words. After several times of meditation, Nanmen Feng recorded all the more than 300 words in his heart, put away the jade slips, calm down and prepare for cultivation.

After meditating on the first level of skill, Nanmen Maple gradually calmed down. A moment later, a magical force in his mind began to creep slowly.

Generally speaking, the spirit is human consciousness. Everyone has consciousness, but there are strong and weak points. The spirit power of martial artists is much stronger than that of ordinary people. But as long as we don't break through the virtual environment and open the sea of knowledge, there is no obvious difference from ordinary people.

Because Nanmen Maple accidentally crossed into a different world and integrated the power of the two people's spirits, the spirits are almost twice as powerful as ordinary people. This is why Nanmen Maple has poor qualification, but its understanding of the power of nature is stronger than ordinary people.

Naturally, it's much faster than ordinary people to practice spiritual skills. Cultivating this kind of skill is the most exhausting. After a short hour, nanmenfeng felt exhausted and unsustainable, so he had to stop and have a rest.

After the state was restored, nanmenfeng entered the cultivation state again. This time, he insisted for a little longer. After a quarter of an hour, nanmenfeng stopped to rest again.

So repeatedly, half a month blinks.

On this day, when Nanmen Maple was practicing, a roar sounded in his mind.

Dong! Dong! Dong! It was like a giant drum beating, and then there was a sound like a river running. Nanmen Feng was startled at first, and immediately a strange smile hung around his mouth.

"This is internal vision?"

Only when the martial arts in the virtual realm gather their divine knowledge can they have internal vision, which appears on Nanmen maple, who is only in the real realm. The sound of the giant drum is his heartbeat, while the sound of the river is the sound of blood flow.

The five zang organs, the eight meridians, the elixir field... Everything in his body clearly appeared in nanmenfeng's mind. He was fascinated by that wonderful feeling.

The first floor of the nine day alchemy code is the door!

A wonderful feeling came to his mind. The ten thousand sword array may not be so unbreakable. Communication and integration with the sword idea may be the opportunity to break the array.

Concentrate and calm, and consciousness slowly floats towards one of the suspended long swords. It may be an opportunity to break the array, or it may be blown to pieces by the sword. The way of martial arts has never been a smooth way. No matter what the outcome is, Nanmen Maple doesn't regret!

Sad!

Just when consciousness intruded into the long sword, a heartbreaking sadness passed from the long sword back to Nanmen Feng's mind. The sword is sentimental! Sword has a heart!

Nanmen Feng was overjoyed, and the terrible sword intention did not break out, which proved that his guess was right. The idea of sadness occupied the mind of Nanmen maple. All thoughts were silent and haggard. This is the idea sent by the sword.

Jianhuang meteorite! Wan Jianshang!

My heart suddenly opened up. This is not ten thousand sword array at all. Maybe it should be called ten thousand sword tomb. All swords here are buried with the body because of the fall of the sword emperor.

The affection of the sword is moving!

Anyone here?

Nanmen Feng slowly sent his sword intention into the long sword. The long sword suddenly fiercely seemed to resist his power. Nanmen Feng didn't retreat. If he wanted to leave here, he had to try all kinds of possibilities.

Continue to urge the sword to blend in, and the vibration of the long sword gradually subsides. After a quarter of an hour, I finally stopped resisting. Another quarter of an hour passed, impressively resonating with the sword meaning of Nanmen maple, a desire to gallop between heaven and earth again, vertical and horizontal happy resonance.

"It's coming!"

At this time, Nanmen Feng dared not be careless and continued to resonate with the sword. Half an hour later, the sword was connected with people and gods. The maple consciousness in the South Gate moved slightly, and the long sword trembled slightly.

Although it was only a slight tremor, Nanmen Feng saw infinite hope, and the long sword fell slowly under the traction of his consciousness. Shaoqing stopped in front of the South Gate maple.

With a movement of consciousness, the long sword suddenly disappeared and put in the storage ring.

Take it easy. An hour's efforts have not been in vain. Finally, we have a good start.

After a short rest, consciousness then sweeps down a long sword. First communicate, and then send the sword idea into it. After an hour, another long sword suspended in the jianhuang palace was missing.

Glancing at the floating ten thousand swords array, the maple in the South Gate frowned. One sword per hour, tens of thousands of swords, wouldn't it take more than two years? Then I thought there was no other way. Now I can not only cultivate the spirit, but also understand the meaning of the sword, which is a feasible way.

After a month, nanmenfeng has collected 500 long swords. As the spirit grows and the understanding of the meaning of the sword deepens, the faster it can collect the long sword.

Another month later, nanmenfeng received 800 long swords again, and the floating 10000 sword tomb became much empty. This makes nanmenfeng feel excited and can soon break the ten thousand sword tomb.

A month later, a thousand handles were collected again. After the speed is increased to a certain extreme, it will become extremely slow to grow again.

One day half a year later, Nanmen Feng sat in the jianhuang palace, with a middle-aged man in purple hanging over his head. Above the middle-aged man was a long purple sword.

Up again, a long blue sword trembled and slowly fell down. A moment later, it came to Nanmen maple and suddenly disappeared.

There are only one purple long sword left at the moment.