The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

"There is no sword in the world, and it will be buried in the tomb of the heart."

This sentence did not rely on the transmission of vital energy, nor did it incorporate any fluctuations of divine thoughts. It just spread at the normal speed of sound, which was far slower than the speed of any attack on the field. Naturally, no one had time to hear it, and they could only be surprised at Zhao Qing's strange response.

Then, circles of invisible ripples spread out in all directions with her as the center, and there seemed to be a sense of nothingness and annihilation churning inside. The arrow that was touched first immediately lost its divine light and its sharpness disappeared. Something extremely important was vaguely extracted and fell into another invisible deep world.

There was almost no order of time. The ethereal Spring Rain Sword Intent, the high-speed rotating Vermillion Bird Needle Group, and the two latent Grandmaster-level Nascent Soul Flying Swords all seemed to have separated their shadows, and were drawn by some mysterious force, disappearing into a field quietly unfolding in the void.

If one could allow one's divine sense to penetrate layers of barriers and glimpse a corner of this mysterious realm, one would suddenly discover that as one illusory shadow after another was absorbed, in a vast expanse of sandy and seemingly dry wasteland, tough little grasses of various colors began to grow.

The slender and sharp leaves of these grasses naturally present the shape of swords. The shiny patterns on the surface are completely metallic in texture, surrounded by a strong aura of golden evil. The sun, moon and stars condensed from the infinite sword beams and the sword light scattered all over the sky have become the source of maintaining their vitality and providing energy and nutrients.

Whenever there is sword wind blowing and sword rain falling, the trembling grass leaves sparkle, and make crisp and pleasant metal clashing sounds, converging into soul-stirring battle songs of sword and wind. Under the nourishment of heavy wind and rain, they thrive rapidly, mature and bloom, and produce "sword seeds" that spread in all directions.

As the seasons rotate and the years go by, the "sword grass" growth area, which was not even a small lawn at first, soon covered one hillside after another and grew into one sand dune after another, expanding madly at an exponential rate until it covered the entire wasteland, the entire continent, the entire starry sky, and the constellations.

In this vast sword tomb constructed with sword heart, sword intent, sword light and sword energy, in this strange world between reality and illusion, time seemed to have lost its meaning. With the light movement of Zhao Qing's finger, in just an instant, the wasteland became a sword field, and the sea of ​​stars turned into a sea of ​​swords!

With repeated "reincarnation" and "reproduction", the foreign spiritual imprints contained in the original batch of "sword grasses" and their past memories of "past lives" were gradually covered up, erased, and became blurred, until they were completely forgotten, just like the real reincarnation of the soul.

There is only a ray of extremely pure sword intent that remains eternally, running through the lives of every sword grass. It carries with it all the memories and cognition of all new "individuals", becoming their innate instinct and indelible aura, passed down from generation to generation, accumulating merits and continuously transforming and evolving towards a higher level.

In Zhao Qing's current view, facing a group of masters who he had expected, were not fully prepared for, and had different ideas, was actually just a routine warm-up. If there were only six or seven of them, it would not take long to resolve.

But even in such an ordinary combat situation, when she was considering what method to use to kill the enemy, an idea suddenly occurred to her, and her understanding of the swordsmanship, as if it was a natural result, broke through to a whole new level!

Zhao Qing was constantly innovating on a series of sword sutras he had recently comprehended, combining the structural concept of the Nibelung-Pure Land Dharma Realm, the "Taixu Sword Domain" in the Soul-Transfiguration Sword Technique, and some information and insights about the "Sword Tomb". Suddenly, he was inspired and experimentally opened up a so-called "Reincarnation Sword Realm".

This world, relying on her own spiritual ocean, vast divine thoughts and the external "selfless and formless Qianyuan Sword Pill Array", regards the sword intention, sword heart, sword soul, sword spirit, etc. that are either spontaneously conceived or externally restrained as real souls that can be reincarnated.

Let them cultivate cause and effect, go through all calamities, see through the past, do not dwell on the Dharma, be buried in the heart, and evolve into a sword tomb.

The "sword" here is not limited to the sword as a fixed weapon, but refers to all cold weapons with the aura of killing. Even the sharp gold aura and the murderous intention that exist naturally between heaven and earth, and the sharp edge of the intersection of yin and yang can all be included in the category of "sword" and used by Zhao Qing.

Once the "Sword Tomb" is opened, any "sword intent" that passes by her can be absorbed and refined into it, making most related attacks no longer a threat. She can also trace their source and use swords of the mind such as "Chaos" and "Five Elements Burial of the Heart" to kill the opponent.

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The real world outside had its inherent charm completely drained away, and all the powerful attacks directed at Zhao Qing, except for the ultra-high temperature rain of fire like "Tianlu" which had no artistic conception at all, including the Suzaku Needle which was remotely controlled by multiple people in the Sixth Realm with their divine thoughts, were immediately and significantly weakened.

They were suddenly transformed into "empty shells" with only form but no function. Not only were they unable to continue to lock onto Zhao Qing's qi changes, they were also unable to exert their due killing effect, and they were even "unable to protect themselves". In an instant, they fell to the point of collapse and disintegration.

Because the artistic conception of the moves and the principles of vital energy that served as its supporting skeleton suddenly disappeared, leaving only the skin and flesh formed by the vital energy of heaven and earth and the true energy, it immediately collapsed. Without the restraint of the powerful divine will, the highly compressed true energy surged violently, bursting and shattering in the middle of the journey.

Accompanied by large amounts of turbulent vital energy and fine metal dust floating down, the two natal flying swords were tumbling and swaying up and down as if they were almost out of control. The fine golden arrow, which was too close after all, and several waves of dark green flames at thousands of degrees still hit her body one after another without her dodging.

It's a pity that outside Zhao Qing's robe, three inches away from his body, thousands and thousands of tiny swords as small as needles had already condensed. The tips of the swords were connected to billions of even thinner white sword threads, which were circling around at high speed in a mysterious trajectory, forming a sword curtain that seemed weak but was actually impeccable.

This was naturally the sword body defense she had forged with the "Heavenly Soldier Form Refining and Qi Drawing Method" after she had refined thousands of strands of gold energy into her body. With a little bit of the essence of the "Heavenly Golden Body", as her progress increased, she could now withstand most of the sword attacks from the lower seventh realm without getting hurt.

"Dang!" After a long sound of metal clashing, the fine golden arrow that was originally infused with half of the true essence of a seventh-level mid-level grandmaster, ended up only causing Zhao Qing's skin to slightly dent, leaving a tiny red dot. Without even bleeding, it was back to normal.

As for the dark green flame rain whose temperature was high enough to melt gold and iron, Zhao Qing couldn't even feel the slightest heat. It was neutralized by the cold sword intent lingering around it and turned into wisps of green smoke that splashed in all directions, which instead had a bit of the brilliant meaning of "fireworks".

Seeing this, Qingluan, which was transformed from thousands of sword pills, also fanned out a few gusts of sword wind, blowing the remaining flames on the edge high into the sky to avoid accidental injuries to the people on the ground.

"Is this... the legendary sword tomb?"

It was probably because of the brief resonance and connection that remained when the arrow's stripped divine will fell into the vast sword domain that the Chu archer was shocked, his pupils shrank suddenly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and he cried out.

Without realizing it, deep in his mind, he recalled how he had patiently stared at the hanging lice and practiced his skills of seeing the smallest details under the urging of his master when he was young, how he repeatedly drew the bow and shot down flying geese, and how he had directed his true energy to infuse the bow and the speed of the arrows.

When I was young, I participated in the spring hunt, competing with many fellow practitioners, and the tension and excitement of being ahead of them. The first time I killed an enemy with an arrow, the vibration of the bowstring when the arrow pierced the opponent's head, and the feeling of loss;

Even in his middle age, after he had achieved success in cultivation and entered the seventh realm of moving mountains, he created various insights and experiences when he created archery skills such as "Stab the Golden Crow" and "Shock the Stringy Moon". He locked the target with his divine will, shot through the clouds and broke through the sky, chased the enemy for dozens of miles, and nailed the enemy's master to the cliff.
It all started to become blurry little by little, like a sand castle gradually collapsing under the impact of the tidal force.

It was as if these precious memories that originally belonged to him alone were being forcibly extracted and deprived from his soul by some unknown and irresistible mysterious force, and sealed away in another distant and strange world.

It was also as if he had never truly mastered advanced archery skills, let alone shot that stunning arrow. The terrifying attack that seemed to be able to pierce through the void and make the world pale in comparison was just an illusion in his imagination.

This extremely strange experience made the Chu archer's mind involuntarily dazed.

So much so that he did not notice that a slender light green sword grass had, at some point, drilled into his forehead, quickly took root in his sea of ​​consciousness, and grew into extremely sharp leaves.

With a light "puff" sound, a thin line of blood spurted out from the seven orifices of the Chu archer. His body trembled violently, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed and disappeared, and he fell backwards, falling from a high place, splashing dust all over the ground. At the same time, the farmer on the tower, who had originally looked miserable, also showed a look of doubt on his face.

He clenched and loosened his outstretched hand several times. The sword intent that had been flowing in his body as if it was one with the heaven and earth suddenly became intermittent and difficult.

"A mess?"

As one of the four great masters of the older generation of Chu, "Bitter Wind, Bitter Rain, and Green Ivy", Taoist Ku Yu had already possessed the cultivation of the upper seventh realm more than 20 years ago. In terms of merit alone, he was actually much stronger than the Green Shirt Archer, so he managed to resist for a longer time before being affected by the "Sword Tomb" field.

But even so, he also felt that the Spring Rain Sword Intent that he had practiced for many years was fading away at a very fast speed. His past practice experiences and combat memories became blurred, and even the speed of his thinking and reaction decreased greatly, becoming a bit slow and sluggish like an old man.

And following this mysterious resonance of sword intent, an illusory "sword grass" that seemed to have been specially selected and cultivated to restrain him had quietly taken root deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, growing and spreading at an alarming rate, and was about to completely invade the sword heart and divine will that he had cultivated for many years.

"Not good!" With a sudden chill in his heart, Taoist Ku Yu made a prompt decision and took the initiative to destroy his memory of the Chunyu sword intent like a hero cutting off his own arm. The true energy in his body surged violently, and as his body retreated violently, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

His originally slightly hunched figure now looked as if he had aged by dozens of years, and he was almost on the verge of death.

However, compared to losing the sword-fighting skills he had dedicated his entire life to, becoming a weakling with only the power of a grandmaster but not the realm of a grandmaster, and dying without dignity in the following battle, this price was obviously more acceptable to Taoist Ku Yu.

Two light green swords emerged from his hands and were placed horizontally in front of him. They respectively contained the meaning of autumn rain and winter rain, which continued to emanate from them, and they were only for defense and not for attack - they were actually the natal objects of Taoist Ku Yu, breaking the conventional limit on quantity.

As for the two Qin masters who were hiding in nearby houses and controlling flying swords from a distance, their cultivation was only at the lower seventh level. However, because they were brothers, their skills were compatible, their minds were connected, and they cooperated well, so their combined combat power was close to that of the upper seventh level.

However, when they encountered the "Sword Tomb" realm and the "Chaos" sword intent that involved deep-level changes in their minds, they, who came from humble backgrounds, had no special means, and had lurked in Chu in order to seek merit, had no way to resist, let alone break free in time.

The two men still had a hint of joy on their faces from controlling their flying swords to launch a surprise attack a moment ago, feeling that they were about to succeed. However, their eyes had become extremely empty, and there was an obvious sluggishness.

Then, they both screamed in terror, reached for their heads with their hands, struggled in vain for a few times, and then completely lost consciousness. The "Jumping Talismans" that they bought at a high price and stuck to the soles of their feet before the battle were completely useless.

Only the old master who controlled the black energy giant, relied on the barrier of Yin Sha Qi that was seven or eight feet thick, the protection of a circle of Netherworld True Water around his body, and the power of the holy weapon "Horn of Death" passed down from his ancestors and said to be bestowed by the Nether Emperor in the past, and basically did not suffer much damage.

But even so, he was terrified in his heart and wanted to retreat immediately. He didn't even dare to continue looking at the other person's figure in the distance. He only felt that his connection with his external incarnation was rapidly weakening, and there was an obvious sense of stagnation in the transmission of his spiritual thoughts.

The movements of the pitch-black giant, which was dozens of feet tall, became deformed and stiff, and it was difficult for him to maintain his original agility and coordination. Just as he was about to turn around and run away, he realized that with such a burden, he would definitely not be able to shake off the terrifying enemy.

"How could there be such strange and irrational sword moves and sword intentions? Could it be that this person has already broken into the eighth realm, and has also mastered all the profound inheritances of the ancient "Sword Tomb", and condensed the "Sword Devouring the World", which is said to be the strongest great road divine pattern in history?"

Knowing the secret history recorded in the ancient books of the Ming Dynasty family, and knowing what the word "Sword Tomb" represented, and how the other party had been chasing the old master of the Li family for who knows how long, he dared not think about it any further out of a sense of awe and respect from the bottom of his heart.

Because as far as this old man knows, the "Sword Tomb" is the burial place of the absolute main force of the supreme emperor "Emperor You" to whom his ancestors were loyal. The highest skills created by this sect are not inferior to Emperor You's "Tianlong Nian" and "Nine-Death Silkworm" in some aspects, and even surpass them.

He let out a long sigh and raised the black horn in his hand. His eyebrows swelled and cracked with bloodstains, turning dark red, as if he had opened his third eye. He began to madly infuse true energy into the horn at a speed that almost exceeded his body's endurance limit.

Inspired by the horn, black energy that connected the sky and the earth continued to gush out from deep underground, and quickly condensed on the shoulders of the huge incarnation that was as big as a mountain, forming a pair of black wings that could spread out to hundreds of feet.

There was no sight of it flapping its wings. As more and more gray-black mist drifted out from the edges of its wings, blocking the view in all directions, it slowly broke free from the constraints of the ground.

No one had ever imagined that such an old master from Qi realm, who had no reputation in the outside world and was only invited here with the promise of great benefits from Qin spies and Chu traitors, had actually reached the seventh level of upper-grade cultivation, and his true essence skills were mysterious and far superior to those of most sects.

It had long been recognized that the person who was revising the incomplete "Black Water Scripture" was the descendant of the family of the God of Death of the You Dynasty. He had been dormant for hundreds of years, but recently chose to come out into the world and show his strength. Zhao Qing was thoughtful and had some vague guesses, but his hands did not stop at all.

The enchanting sword in her hand suddenly shot out a thousand feet long blood light, tearing through the thick clouds in the sky, and then the sword tip slightly deflected, vaguely showing a downward trend, hundreds of feet of broad sword energy was released at will, and in a blink of an eye it crossed the sky, and condensed into an arc shadow of the edge of a planet that was slowly pressing down.

The huge figure, like the king of the underworld coming to the world, spread its wings, wrapped in monstrous black air, and was about to soar into the sky, tearing open the talisman formation outside and escaping, but Zhao Qing's sword seemed to cut off all its connections with this world and suppressed it back to the ground.

With a loud noise like the collapse of heaven and earth, a huge celestial body formed by the blood-colored sword energy pressed down with a bang. Wherever it passed, all visible and invisible existences were annihilated. Even the surrounding void seemed to be in a strange state of twisting and folding, spreading crystal cracks.

In the face of such great power, the old master's incarnation was not spared and was crushed into a ball of powder mixed with turbulent vital energy. Only a few points of black light flew out into the air, but they could not even condense into shape again and quickly dissipated into the air.

The master of the Yanjing Youju Sect, who had previously attempted to seal the sky and the earth and prohibit the flow of internal and external vital energy, suffered a strong backlash because the "Wuchao" formation was broken. He was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and had to interrupt the operation of the formation. He looked at the two seriously injured masters who were still in the formation with panic, and regretted the attack.

When this man took a few emergency healing pills and was about to retreat and escape, letting his companions cover him, the mysterious master who had been hiding finally showed up. He was a tall, armored old man who had destroyed his own face and whose identity was difficult to tell.

He swung out a curved sword rainbow like a smoky rainbow, blocking the two escape routes of the Prisoner Sect's Grandmaster. A flying chain hammer flew out from his sleeve and hit the edge of the "Demon Planet" phantom, saving the old Grandmaster of Qijing. He spoke in a deep voice with a solemn tone:

"We are no match for this woman, and I'm afraid we don't have much hope of escaping. If we don't want to die in vain and become the laughing stock and gossip of future generations, we must fight to the death and burn ourselves to death, leaving her with injuries that are difficult to heal in a short period of time!"

"Otherwise, after today, there will be another peerless 'Sword Demon' who is above all other swords and controls the life and death of countless practitioners. Looking at the four dynasties, I'm afraid no one can control her anymore! Now, we are no longer fighting for ourselves!"

"I promise here: Anyone in Yingdu who is willing to lend a hand and fight against the 'evil enemy' can receive 10,000 taels of gold and a copy of the Sword Manual! Anyone who can injure this 'evil' or create a favorable opportunity for us to injure the enemy can receive a copy of the 'Blood River Divine Book'!"

...(End of chapter)