Doomsday Sanctuary

boom!

A few minutes later, Di Ping came out of the page again.

This time, Di Ping became weaker and sweated like beads on his forehead, but he suddenly wiped off the sweat from his forehead, looking at the giant calligraphy:

"carry on!"

boom!

The giant book shook again, a more terrifying aura exploded, and the void was shaking, and the sword intent leaked from the pages of the book, but it seemed that the void could not bear it.

Di Ping still withstood the fluctuating sword intent. In the next moment, he rushed into the vortex again. A few minutes later, the giant book shook again, and Di Ping fell out embarrassedly, and almost couldn't stand steady after landing.

"Fourteen styles, enough for the kid, with your strength that can withstand so much sword-style will coercion, you have succeeded, don't continue!"

The giant book shook, and the clear voice of the blue bird rang in the void.

At this moment, the blue bird’s voice no longer had the anger and madness it had before, but with a deep dignity. With such a powerful sword force in the realm of a catastrophe, Di Ping has already succeeded. Since the Qingyun Sword Classic was handed down, absolutely The first person.

You know, in Qingyun Peak, it is impossible to inherit the profound meaning of the Qingyun sword canon without Zhongjie. It is quite rare that the first real person can bear the three styles.

And Di Ping has already endured the Fourteenth Form. His will, body, and soul are already strong enough to be equivalent to the real person in Zhongjie. A genius, an absolute genius, is even more terrifying than the second Qingyun Jianfeng in charge of that year. genius.

"No, go on, I feel I can bear it!"

Di Ping took a few breaths and seemed to have calmed down again. He looked at Xiang Jushu's expression shaking.

The giant book was not making a sound, as if looking at him quietly, and Di Ping also looked at the giant book firmly. After more than ten breaths, the giant book shook suddenly, the light was shining, and the pages slowly opened. , Suddenly a more terrifying sword intent leaked out, like a solar storm, the sword intent tore through the void.

At this time, Di Ping's body was shaking violently, and the divine body, divine soul, and divine essence were all evolving and diligently. Although sweat bead rolled down like oil, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter. He felt that he was Under this coercion, he has made progress again, and it is getting closer and closer to the Great Perfection.

If the blue bird knew that Di Ping was honed with the Qingyun sword intent and advanced to the realm, he must have been shocked. You must know that the Qingyun Sword Classic was originally made to temper his disciples. Every time he undergoes the baptism of the sword intent, he will make progress in varying degrees.

Di Ping had never imparted this knowledge to him, but he himself had found the true purpose of the Qingyun Sword Canon, which coincided with the most original way of the Heavenly Sword Sect's establishment of Jiufeng.

However, the Blue Bird was already shocked enough at this time. He found that even though Di Ping's body was shaking like a sieve, he still did not fall, still staring at the giant book.

Seeing that Di Ping could really hold it, the Blue Bird was finally not waiting, and slowly opened the pages of the book. The fifteenth pattern appeared, and the whirlpool turned and swallowed Di Ping instantly.

Ten minutes later, Di Ping came out again.

"carry on!"

"carry on!"

"carry on!"

The blue bird was almost numb by the shock, and it was clear that Di Ping was almost dying every time he came out, and finally recovered quickly, and went in again, the eighteenth type of profound meaning, this level is already the level of the eighth tribulations.

boom!

Di Ping finally appeared again, and this time he just rolled out how far, lying on the ground and vomiting frantically, as if he was about to spit out bitter gall, his whole body was already sweaty, with a faint smell.

After crawling on the ground for more than ten hours, Di Ping didn't get up again. Although his breath was recovering quickly, his face was still pale, and there were lingering palpitations in his eyes.

Hum!

The giant book shook, and a playful voice echoed in the void, saying:

"Do you want to continue? I thought you could break twenty times! Only eighteen times. Come on, try twenty times!"

Although the blue bird's voice was joking, in fact his heart was shaken extremely loudly, just to refuse to admit defeat, he still didn't want to show it.

"Not coming, I can't hold it anymore, let me sleep for a while!"

Di Ping climbed on the ground, stretched out a hand, and swayed weakly, as if he had just been rounded for eighteen times. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, and his breath was extremely short.

Hum!

The giant book exploded, countless colorful energy flowers bloomed, a blue bird flew out of the flower, and a pair of round and slippery pupils said with a hint of joking:

"Serve! It's boring, I haven't enjoyed it yet!"

Di Ping said weakly on the ground:

"Stop playing, senior let me sleep for a while!"

Blue Bird suddenly smiled and said:

"Whether you are sleeping, do you still have to comprehend it? If you don't comprehend, I will send you away!

Blue Bird seemed to be a child. He was needed by Di Ping just now, and now he is coming to avenge him, shaking his wings and whirling around Di Ping, and said in a crisp voice.

"Senior, I know I was wrong, give me ten minutes, ten minutes is fine!"

Di Ping lay on his stomach, his face buried on the ground, and his hands were raised above his head to surrender.

"No, five minutes at most. If you don't realize it in five minutes, I will send you out!"

Jade Bird rolled his eyes and said with a triumphant smile.

"Good, good! Five minutes, don't finish talking to me, just five minutes!"

Di Ping hurriedly said weakly.

After speaking, Di Ping had fallen asleep deeply, as if he hadn't been asleep for more than ten days, it sounded softly.

The blue bird returned to play. He shook his wings and flew up into the sky. His wings shook. Suddenly, energy fell on Di Ping like a colorful pink powder, and quickly merged into Di Ping's body. Suddenly, Di Ping's breath was quickly recovering.

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