Grand and vast thoughts suddenly overcame this cave.
Even though all the powerful people in the Celestial Realm and Sun Traveling Realm here are prepared, they are all slightly suffocated by it at this moment.
Zong Shou was also a little uncomfortable being oppressed by this aura, but he raised his eyebrows coldly: "I, Zong Shou, strive for self-improvement in the art of swordsmanship. We are just a barrier between heaven and man, so why do we need to borrow the power of outsiders?"
He has been pondering for a long time since he spoke just now, and he feels that he is getting more and more tired mentally. His mind was drowsy, but Zong Shou suddenly swung his sword again.
The seventy-fourth sword and the seventy-fourth scratches appeared on the mural, making the dragon shadow even more charming.
After finishing this stroke, Zong Shou's face showed a hint of joy and satisfaction. He hurriedly drank a few pills, closed his eyes to calm down the breath in his body, nourish his heart and blood, and rest his soul. After the voice was silent for a while, he then smiled: "I am quite arrogant, but I, Long Ying, believe in you! Keep improving yourself? I never thought that you, little guy, is actually a real swordsman. You can endure the pain of having a double-veined body and twisting the meridians every day, and you can practice martial arts to such a state. At this age and state, you have already seen the beauty of swordsmanship. In my opinion In front of Zhaobi, he was unyielding and wielded the seventy-fourth sword. People like you really don't need to rely on external force."
Then he suddenly said with a sudden tone: "Yes, you want to crack the real dragon shadow carving I left, do you want to master the sword? You little guy, you are really ambitious, but I like it! Just with you My cultivation level, if I want to decipher this diagram, I still have a lot to do -"
Zong Shou was too lazy to answer and remained silent for a long time. He stood still for two quarters of an hour before opening his eyes again. The sword in his hand was swung out again!
The seventy-fifth sword! The seventy-sixth sword! The seventy-seventh sword!
Three swords were slashed out in a row, causing stone fragments to fly everywhere.
Zong Shou's complexion had become extremely pale, and all the blood had disappeared from his face.
After almost exhausting all the potential in his body, he finally unlocked all the mysteries of these three swords.
At this moment, there are only four carvings missing on this mural!
—With just four more swords, he can solve all the puzzles!
"-Seventy-Seven Swords! You little guy, your swordsmanship has reached this level! Damn it! This place is too far away-"
I don’t know how many worlds that old man Longying traveled through in this moment, but the voice became even clearer. However, the voice seemed a little tired.
"Hey! Boy, don't even think about the following four swords. You need to have achieved the unity of spirit and martial arts, or have the qualifications to unify spirit and martial arts. You are so talented that you can already do it. My disciples, Long Ying, how about becoming my disciple?"
Zong Shou didn't listen at all. He regarded the old man's voice as noise and filtered it out.
In his mind at this moment, apart from the sword in his hand and the giant dragon stone carving opposite, there was nothing else!
Unexpectedly, I originally thought that after these three swords. The last four scratches should be more difficult. He needs more time to deliberate and calculate.
Unexpectedly, the three swords at the back could be roughly figured out after just a little thought.
It's surprisingly simple, almost instinctive, you just know how to draw the sword!
But hesitating slightly, Zong Shou couldn't believe it and verified it repeatedly in his mind before taking action again. The purple sword light was bright, bringing out a brilliant and gentle sword arc.
The seventy-eighth sword, the seventy-ninth sword, the eightyth sword!
Three more sword marks were drawn, making the entire dragon body suddenly appear fuller.
The feeling of the people watching around is the most obvious. I felt that the dragon on the stone wall was already flesh and blood, full of charm. It seemed as if it was about to break through the wall at any moment.
But this dragon-shaped stone carving seems to be missing something. Only the last and most crucial step is missing!
And the real dragon above is also like this, trying to fly high into the sky. But it always seemed to be bound by some force, unable to fly away.
Zong Shou was also satisfied, with joy in his eyes. I can't think of these three swords. It's so simple.
The last three puzzles set by this old man Longying on this stone wall are really not up to par.
Now, there is only the last mark left in front of him, and it will probably be the most difficult sword strike!
-It is the sword of Nine-nine Returns to One! The final key to the Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword must be in this last sword!
Only then did he vaguely remember that the old man Longying seemed to be nagging and said something in his ear just now.
But when I think about it now, I can no longer remember it. At that time, his mind was too pure and focused, and nothing in the world could leave any trace in his mind.
"What else can you say? You brat, are you trying to make me go crazy and commit suicide, or do you want to rest until you're tired? You're actually already a spirit—"
The voice started to curse loudly, and then stopped abruptly.
Zong Shou was confused when he heard it, but the voice was a little clearer, and the thoughts poured into him by Long Ruo felt even more powerful and unpredictable.
Compared to Wei Xu, they are no worse.
-His senior brother certainly didn't use his full strength that day. But this old man is also separated by countless time and space.
"—Cough! Cough! He is actually a spiritual master in the realm of returning to the sun. Well, this place is still too far away, and my strength has been almost exhausted. If I continue on my way, I am afraid that I will hurt the origin of this body. So listen carefully. Boy, are you willing to be my disciple of Long Ying?"
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, then shook his head slightly and said without hesitation: "I'm sorry, Zong Shou already has a disciple. The second generation direct successor of Cangsheng Dao, the seventh disciple!"
Although he wished he had more masters and learned more swordsmanship, he still knew the principle of respecting teachers and respecting morality.
As for this identity, in front of such powerful people in the Holy Realm, Zong Shou has no secret at all, so it is better to tell it openly.
"The second generation direct successor of Cangsheng Dao?"
Long Ying was obviously surprised, but what surprised him was not that Zong Shou already had a sect, but that the second generation of the direct descendants had four words: "That guy Xizi had his body turned thousands of years ago. How could he still be able to contain it?" Disciple? That’s right, either it’s that guy Wei Xu who accepts disciples as a master. Or is it you who joins Lin Xuanshuang’s sect?”
Zong Shou raised his brows and thought that the old man Longying was quite right in his guess. Then he nodded slightly and said, "Zong Shou's master is named Lin Xuanshuang!"
The old man Longying sneered: "Senior brother Wei, you are really a good calculator! It seems that their luck in life is getting better and better, and they actually picked up a treasure like you under the eyes of the righteous sects."
Zong Shou's eyes narrowed slightly, and he showed his anger at the right time. In fact, he was also very unhappy with Wei Xu. But it can't be seen by outsiders.
"That's all! If you don't talk about this, then Wei Xu is willing to give you the status of the second generation of our family, which can be regarded as being willing to spend money."
The voice of the old man Longying still had a hint of annoyance. However, if you listen carefully, you can find that there is envy, jealousy, hatred, and mixed emotions inside.
"Boy, since I have left the secret of the Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword here, how could I not have thought that there is a ninety-nine percent chance that this sword secret will be learned by disciples like you from the great sect? I just can't bear to create it by myself. This peerless swordsmanship was lost in the end! The Upper and Lower Dragon Gate was established just to find a suitable successor of swordsmanship. I have no intention of passing on any Taoist tradition. Therefore, even though you are the direct descendant of the Tao of the common people, it doesn't matter—"
Zong Shou thought about it for a while, but still shook his head and said, "This matter is of great importance. Disciple must ask Senior Brother Wei Xu before talking!"
"Your senior brother Wei Xu? That senior brother of yours is probably what you want."
The resentment in the words of the old man Longying was even deeper: "If you use your bait to catch me, he will be cruel! Boy, are you here under Wei Xu's order? What else can you say?"
Zong Shou blinked, still a little hesitant. The main reason is that the old man Longying's swordsmanship skills are about to be drained by him.
As long as you decipher this Zhaobilong Diagram, you can completely master all the secrets of the Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword.
If in these ten thousand years, the cultivation of this dragon shadow is still stagnant. There is no other achievement in swordsmanship beyond the holy realm. Then it would be better not to worship this master.
Who would like to find an ancestor for themselves who needs to perform filial piety every day for no reason
However, Long Ying then remained silent for a long time. Just when Zong Shou was secretly wondering, this martial arts saint was probably so angry that he gave up. The old voice came again: "Huh? You little guy, you are really amazing. You are actually the master of a city and a country, and the demon king of Qiantian Mountain. After inheriting his father's business, in just a few months, , has just annexed several provinces. It occupies nearly one-third of Donglin Yunlu. However, it has a lot of grudges with the Donglin sects, especially the Shangxiao sect and the one named Long Ruo—"
Zong Shou immediately rolled his eyes. It turned out that the old man was going to investigate his own background.
"Ha! One hundred and sixty breaths after I went to Mingjian Terrace, I actually drew the character 'luck'. Even letting people like you go is a waste of money. These people from Lingyun Sect, I should say that they are not lucky. Good, or extremely stupid?"
When the words came to this point, the old man Longying smiled again, but this time, it was the old god who was here: "Little guy, although the Tao of the common people is powerful, it is still just struggling since the death of Xizi. Are you still lacking someone to rely on now? If something happens to your Tianshan Mountains, it would be inconvenient for Cangsheng Dao to come forward—"
Zong Shou's breath was suffocated. The old man Longying said these few words. It really hit his weak point.
Before the foundation of Qiantian Mountain was still weak and the power was not yet established, it was really not convenient for the common people to take action for him, and they had many worries. With the help of this dragon shadow, both himself and Qian Tianshan will benefit.
But immediately, he calmed down his mind again. Just now, he suddenly had an inspiration - the inspiration to break the last scratch on the stone wall.