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That night without sleep, in the cold rainy night, Yuan Futu took a bottle of high-quality fine wine, came to Wan'er's grave alone, and poured it for himself.

When he saw that the entire Jianzong was busy with the war that might happen in a few days, his heart suddenly became very heavy. He only felt that the burden on his shoulders was as heavy as a mountain, and it would crush him at any time. He had never With a sense of mission like now, I even have doubts in my heart.

"Wan'er, in a few days, the Beiming faction is about to call. Although I am confident, I am not sure enough. That Feng Chenzi is indeed very strong, and the current state of the Nangong elder may be difficult to deal with... If Really lost, what should I do?"

Yuan Futu murmured negatively to himself, and drank the sweet wine in the pot in one gulp. The burning feeling in his viscera was very pungent, which made him suddenly sober.

Lin Wan'er was still lying silently under the tomb, she lost her spirit, leaving only this skin and body.

Yuan Futu raised his head, let the cold rain splash on his face, and sighed: "Back then, everyone recommended me to be Jian Shisan, but in the final analysis, I was just a rookie, even if I practiced desperately , I got these so-called adventures by luck, and now I am only a practitioner in the early days of Tianmang, and it is difficult to turn the tide..."

If he was the only one from the beginning to the end, maybe he died, there is nothing to regret, but now he holds thousands of lives in his hands, this kind of pressure is too heavy and heavy for Yuan Futu .

Yuan Futu walked to the grave, squatted down, put his forehead on the icy tombstone, and said: "However, no matter what, I will never give up. I will never let anyone trample on Jianzong. As long as you are still here... If you really want to die, I will be the first!"

Although he had concerns, he had already made up his mind.

Xiaonan promised that by tomorrow evening, the formation foundation would be completed, which meant that from that moment on, Yuan Futu would have to draw the formation pattern, which might take several days, and whether it could even be completed before the Beiming faction attacked It's hard to say, but we will do our best.

The rain continued, Yuan Futu bid farewell to Wan'er, but he did not return to his residence, but came to the cliff behind the Sutra Pavilion.

On the Tianxuan Cliff, there is a record of the sixth-order kung fu classic, "Tianxuan Sword Art".

Thinking back, Yuan Futu has stayed in the realm of the sword of anger for too long, so he came here, wanting to feel the more powerful sword of the first suzerain, and see if he can gain anything.

The iron paintings and silver hooks on the cliffs are as shocking as dragons, and the quaint strokes contain a majestic sword intent that has penetrated a thousand years of history.

Yuan Futu slowly closed his eyes, meditating on the mysteries on the ancient clock in his mind, these were concretized and began to gradually emerge, and the power hidden in it also awakened.

This scripture engraved on the Chaos Clock is very miraculous, it seems to hold the power of the past, its source is still unknown, perhaps the answer can be found from the memory imprint of the God of Death, but Yuan Futu obviously can't do it at this time .

The scriptures radiated a mysterious light in his mind, and it became more and more popular. Yuan Futu opened his left eye with great difficulty, and the Gouyu in his eyes reappeared again. During the circulation, it affected the history of the entire space and began to regress.

This ancient scripture has completely controlled the space within the line of sight through Yuan Futu's left eye. Yuan Futu felt very painful, as if his head was about to explode, and blood flowed out from the corner of his eye again. This phenomenon has not been seen for a long time arrive.

Yuan Futu frowned, and suddenly a figure appeared in his line of sight. He was dressed in green clothes, and he seemed to be a scholar who was going to Beijing for an exam. He was wearing a scarf, and his face was gentle and delicate. With his hands behind his back, he stood silently in front of the cliff. .

"The first suzerain."

Yuan Futu was shocked by this unprecedented sense of reality, as if the first Suzerain was standing here alive, his clothes were dancing with the wind, gradually getting wet by the rain, his breath was so clear, like A spring of water.

It's like an illusory person merging with the real world.

Yuan Futu frowned deeply, his left eye was getting more and more painful, and Jin Dan's consumption of true energy was also increasing.

It seems that this should be the second realm of the eye of reincarnation, the power of Shura.

The next moment, the figure of the first suzerain moved, as if he was dancing with a sword, but he didn't have a sword in his hand, but as he raised his sleeves, it seemed that everything in the world had become his sword.

The sword intent of destroying everything came rushing towards Yuan Futu's ears, and the clanging sound of sword blades being unsheathed suddenly came to Yuan Futu's ears. He couldn't see where the sword of the first suzerain was, but felt that everything he saw Everything is the suzerain's sword, this is a very strange feeling.

The fallen dead branches and leaves on the ground are the sword of the first suzerain, which is extremely sharp and can carve gold and stone.

Those rocks that weigh a thousand catties and are covered with moss are the swords of the first suzerain. They are powerful and can cut through floating clouds.

Even the rain that drips from the sky is the sword of the first suzerain, with the taste of death, it can make everything forbidden.

This artistic conception is extremely terrifying, Yuan Futu felt insignificant like an ant in it, and countless sword intents passed by, as if he might perish at any time, he raised his head and looked at the ancient line on the cliff. , murmured: "All things return to Tibet."

This is the fifth state of "Tianxuan Sword Art", also known as the Wanwu Sword, which is being perfectly displayed by the first suzerain at this time. Yuan Futu is immersed in it, savoring the meaning of this sword with his heart.

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The moon sets and the sun rises, and it is the next day.

Xiao Nan stayed up all night, and personally started the work of transporting the spirit stones, promoting the process of building the foundation of the formation. Xiaodouzi also came to help early in the morning. He read countless classics and knew quite a lot about formations, so it was very easy to get started. quick.

As time went by, piles of spirit stones of different colors were arranged neatly and orderly, looking like a colorful boa constrictor, connected end to end, forming a ring as a whole, and inside the ring, criss-crossing, Outline a complex pattern.

What Xiaonan has to do is not only to ensure that the area covered by the entire formation is consistent with the power of the elements in the spirit stones, but also to ensure that there will be no mistakes in the ordering of thousands of spirit stones with different elements, otherwise Even if Yuan Futu perfectly portrayed the pattern, when he used the large formation, the mobilized elemental power would be out of balance, fundamentally causing damage to the formation.

The knowledge here is very deep. With Xiaonan's superb talent, he has been immersed in the formation for hundreds of years before he has achieved what he is today. Compared with the first Suzerain, it is a difference between clouds and mud.