When Xu Zimo woke up from the consciousness of death, he found that he suddenly had many different perceptions about the knife.
Originally, he thought that his understanding and use of knives had reached a level of perfection.
Now it seems that there is still a long way to go for the journey of the knife.
"Tian Yan Cang Sheng Knife," Xu Zimo said with a slight smile, narrowing his eyes.
"Since the sky is ruthless and the world is suffering so much, then I will cultivate a ruthless knife."
The inheritance was very fast. After accepting the inheritance, Xu Zimo left the inheritance room.
He returned to the courtyard where he lived again.
"Young master," the two guards stood by, standing tall and straight.
"You beat a young man some time ago, remember?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Remember," both of them nodded.
The young man in the yellow shirt had his tongue pulled out and his leg broken before Xu Zimo retreated.
"I guess it won't be long before others will come to ask for an explanation. What do you decide to do?" Xu Zimo asked again.
"Didn't you order it?" The two were stunned for a moment, and looked at Xu Zimo in panic.
I muttered in my heart, maybe I want the two of them to be scapegoats.
"If you don't want to die, just do as I say," Xu Zimo said.
The two nodded quickly.
... ... ...
The shadow of the moon is dim, and the light of the stars is sparse.
In the dead of night, Xu Zimo was practicing the exercises he got today.
The Tianyan Cangtian Knife needs comprehension, the deeper the comprehension, the greater the power of this pulse technique, but if the personal comprehension is not good, the power of the pulse technique will not be exerted.
Xu Zimo's physical body returned to the world of true destiny, and began to practice under the blessing of the Dao Yuanyuan of the Shenzhou Continent.
The origin of the Dao is the most basic, indispensable and very important force in a world.
Under the blessing of the origin, Xu Zimo's comprehension ability, including the speed of practice, has almost doubled.
A drop in the ocean, as a water pulse technique, is definitely one of the best.
As the saying goes, life is but a drop in the ocean, some people have an ordinary life, and some people are not as vast as you.
It's like a grain of sand in the sea, floating in the incomparable sandy soil, without seeing the sun all day long.
But if you can skyrocket, go to the 90,000 miles of that horizon.
It can also stir up turbulent waves and shake the earth with a small posture.
The practice of a drop in the ocean is to make a big difference with a small one. Just one fulcrum can move the whole world.
These pulse techniques are said to be high-level pulse techniques, but Xu Zimo is now in the realm of a god king.
It is not too difficult to comprehend these difficulties.
But what really caught his attention was another book, Six Breaks of Ghost Zen.
There is a poem written at the beginning of this pulse technique.
Thousands of monks and ten thousand Buddhas perish in blood,
Purging crimes and punishing punishment should be practiced in the world.
demons, buddhas, monks, monks,
Every sound of ghost Tathagata.
The founder of this pulse technique is Ghost Tathagata, who was beheaded by the ancestor of the Jiuxiao Emperor Sect, Jiuxiao Saint.
Afterwards, this pulse technique became the item of the Nine Heavens Emperor Sect.
There are six strokes in this book of pulse techniques, which are "Create the Dharma Without Illusion, Fall into the World of Gods, Massacre the Seal and Kill the Realm, Sky Burial with the Auxiliary Wheel, Kill All Phrases, and Compassion with Brahma and Ghosts."
While practicing this pulse technique, he discovered that there were ghosts around him.
The incomparable blood prison surged towards his mind, as if it wanted to wipe out his consciousness completely.
The ghost image seemed to be the resentment of all living beings, and it had an impact on Xu Zimo's whole body.
The so-called six judgments, the six strokes correspond to the six senses of human beings.
Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, consciousness.
He cut off a person's six senses, and was finally exiled in the incomparable purgatory, where he died without reincarnation.
If you want to practice ghost Zen six breaks first, you must first walk through the gate of ghosts.
At this moment, Xu Zimo realized that if he wanted to practice this pulse technique, he must have Buddhist treasures to suppress it.
Only by suppressing these evil spirits and retaining the six senses can it be done.
However, Xu Zimo has the origin of the Dao, and under the origin of the Dao, ghost Zen is like an ant, and he dare not make any mistakes.
Just ask, how many stronger suppressions are there in this world than the source of the Dao.
The origin of the Dao refers to the unity of the world and is a part of the world.
What Xu Zimo wants is not only to practice ghost Zen Liudu, but also to integrate it with his own sword technique.
Created Ghost Zen Liuduandao.
It is not impossible for him to create a pulse technique. In his previous life, he created a pulse technique similar to Wendao Nineteenth Form.
With accumulation, there will be more help from the source in this life, and the difficulty will be greatly reduced.
... ... ...
After three days of penance, Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes.
The outside world just happened to pass overnight, the sky was a bit gloomy, with dark clouds, accumulating above the head, as if it would rain at any time.
The moment Xu Zimo opened his eyes, he saw many ghosts, and the incomparable ghost realm was looming.
In order to be able to combine this pulse skill with the sword technique more successfully and with greater power, Xu Zimo even went to hell in the mainland of China.
Looking at the eighteen floors of hell built by the god of killing, I stayed in person for a day, and I realized what I saw and felt.
Early in the morning, Jiang Changsheng came to the courtyard where Xu Zimo lived.
When Xu Zimo spoke, he didn't dare to disobey it, and if he came, he would be safe.
But at this moment, outside Taixiao Peak, on Bixiao Peak in the southeast direction.
Bixiao Peak is surrounded by countless peaks, all of which are inhabited by people of status.
On one of the mountain peaks, white mist lingers and cranes sing together.
In a sealed cave, the sound of "rumbling" was heard from time to time, and endless sword intent burst out from it.
The gravel rolled down the mountain, full of power.
Not long after, there was a "boom", and a ray of sword light cut the top of the mountain into two.
The light of the knife shot straight into the sky, even completely destroying the void on the sky.
A figure in a golden robe broke through the seal and flew out with a supreme saber momentum.
"Congratulations to senior brother for passing the test, and congratulations to senior brother for making further progress in martial arts."
Seeing the golden robe appear, the yellow robe disciples who had been guarding for a long time stepped forward to congratulate him.
The figure in the golden robe stood still, only to see that he had short hair, thick eyebrows, and his eyes were like a knife, with erect pupils.
He carried a broad knife on his back, the knife was more than ten centimeters wide, almost as wide as the back of the young man in the golden robe.
The figure of the young man in the golden robe landed on the top of the mountain, looked at the oncoming yellow robe disciples, waved his hand slightly, and signaled everyone to be quiet.
He said softly, "Did any major events happen during my retreat?"
"Brother, don't worry, with me waiting, everything will be fine," the disciple next to him quickly replied.
"That's good, where's Qing'er?" The golden-robed youth continued to ask.
"Young Master Shen," the young man in the golden robe had just finished speaking, when a soft voice came from behind him.
Many yellow-robed disciples hurriedly dispersed, only to see the green radish woman standing at the back, looking up.
"Qing'er," Shen Lang, the golden-robed youth, called out hastily, and stepped forward.