"If possible, please let me take a look." Zhou Wen felt that he really needed to change his mind, otherwise he would only walk into a dead end if he continued.
Mi Jia thought for a while and said: "I am the Golden Dragon Clan, all the power is inherited, and there is only one artistic conception I know, and that is the fighting spirit of the Golden Dragon King."
"Is it fighting spirit? How is it different from the ordinary artistic conception?" Zhou Wen asked.
"I can't tell, you can feel it yourself." Mijia said, pressing Zhou Wen's forehead with one hand.
Zhou Wen didn't dodge, and let Mijia's palm be pressed on his forehead, because he didn't dare to make too much movement in the body of the Dragon King of the Seven Seas, so Mijia directly imprinted his golden dragon king's fighting spirit into Zhou Wen's mind , so that he can directly perceive his fighting spirit.
In an instant, Zhou Wen seemed to see an extremely terrifying Golden Dragon King appearing between the heaven and the earth, ferocious and domineering, as if he was the overlord of the entire heaven and earth, and that terrifying fighting spirit made everything tremble.
It was an ancient era, when various disasters such as thunder, fire, and floods frequently occurred, and all kinds of creatures died out in large numbers. survive in the wilderness.
The Golden Dragon King grew up in such an environment. At the same time, because all things died out, food became very scarce. All kinds of horrible creatures could only fight with each other and feed on each other's flesh and blood.
fighting! Crazy battles! Only by fighting can we survive.
The Golden Dragon King may not be the most powerful beast, nor the strongest defensive beast, nor the fastest beast.
But in the constant battles, the Golden Dragon King is growing rapidly, constantly transforming and evolving during the battles, and finally stands at the top of the food chain.
That kind of unyielding, fearless, brave, crazy, and intelligent will, even Zhou Wen as an audience, will be deeply shocked by it.
Zhou Wen knew that this was the inherited memory of the Golden Dragon Clan. The Golden Dragon King in the fighting spirit was actually the original Golden Dragon King, and probably no longer existed between heaven and earth.
But its fearless fighting spirit remained forever.
"In this world, there is no such thing as surviving a catastrophe that will bring blessings later. It is simply that you have gained enough understanding and growth in the catastrophe to make yourself better." Zhou Wen had a realization, and seemed to understand why he It has been difficult for him to make a breakthrough in his swordsmanship.
It's not because he didn't practice well enough, or because he didn't understand well, and it's not because he didn't work hard enough.
It's because no matter how much Zhou Wen practiced, he was still learning from others, from the three thousand sword intents, instead of comprehending what belonged to him in the battle.
This is also related to Zhou Wen's concept. He didn't intend to practice swordsmanship. He only learned swordsmanship to promote Jianwan. Naturally, he just learned it and didn't think about going further.
It was only now that Zhou Wen realized that he underestimated swordsmanship. Everything in the world has its own reason. If you don't pay attention, no matter how smart you are, it will be difficult to reach the extreme.
Only then did Zhou Wen realize that he was not defeated by swordsmanship, but by himself.
"Sure enough, you need to do everything carefully." Zhou Wen couldn't help but feel bitter.
"I hope my fighting spirit can help you." Seeing that Zhou Wen had shaken off the influence of her fighting spirit, Mi Jia withdrew her hand and said.
"Thank you so much, it's so useful, you helped me a lot." Zhou Wen sincerely thanked you.
If Mijia hadn't shown him the fighting spirit of the Golden Dragon King, he wouldn't have thought about his own problems. It's easy for animals like humans to find other people's problems, but it's the most difficult to find their own problems.
After thinking through all this, Zhou Wen's heart was clear, and when he thought about the Three Thousand Sword Intents again, he immediately felt different, as if he watched the Three Thousand Sword Intents again from another angle, and discovered many things that he didn't know before. There is no phonetic notation.
Mi Jia looked at Zhou Wen, and suddenly found that Zhou Wen's aura seemed to have changed a little bit, ethereal and illusory, as if there was an unreal feeling.
Although Zhou Wen was standing in front of her, she felt that Zhou Wen was like a virtual image, without the sense of existence of a flesh and blood body.
Moreover, Zhou Wen's sense of presence continued to decrease. If she closed her eyes, she wouldn't even feel that Zhou Wen was standing in front of her.
"What did you..." Mi Jia stared at Zhou Wen in a daze, not daring to leave his figure, as if Zhou Wen would disappear as soon as she saw him.
"It's nothing, it's just that after seeing your Golden Dragon King's fighting spirit, I have some understanding." Zhou Wen said.
Mijia's expression became even weirder. She really didn't understand what Zhou Wen was showing in front of her had anything to do with the Golden Dragon King's fighting spirit.
If it is said that Zhou Wen's fighting spirit is soaring, like the reincarnation of a tyrannosaurus, then Mi Jia still believes that it is something he learned from the Golden Dragon King's fighting spirit.
But now Zhou Wen's sense of presence is getting lower and lower, which completely runs counter to the Golden Dragon King's fighting spirit. How Zhou Wen connected the two and realized this kind of thing, Mi Jia really has no way to understand.
"Human beings... are all so strange?" Mijia secretly wondered.
Zhou Wen didn't explain more, because some things couldn't be explained in words. After sitting down, he took out his phone and re-entered the game.
Coming to the Ancient Sword Tomb again, Zhou Wen didn't rush to use the sword, walked to a sword grave in front, and pulled out the sword from the grave.
After the ancient sword was pulled out, it immediately struggled against Zhou Wen's palm, and flew into the air, ready to attack.
However, the ancient sword spun a few times in the air, but it seemed that it couldn't see Zhou Wen, and it didn't attack Zhou Wen.
Zhou Wen ignored it, and walked to another sword grave on his own, and pulled out the ancient sword from that sword grave.
The result was still the same, the ancient sword crossed the sky, but it seemed that Zhou Wen could not be seen.
Zhou Wen drew his sword as he walked, and he pulled out hundreds of ancient swords of different grades and different attributes, but none of them attacked Zhou Wen, as if it wasn't Zhou Wen who pulled them out.
At this time, Zhou Wen finally moved. With a single finger, a bright sword pill burst into the air and passed across the sky. Hundreds of ancient swords were all cut off by the sword pill in an instant, and none of the swords could be under the sword pill. After insisting on a blow, all the fragments of the broken sword fell down, only the sword pill was hanging in front of Zhou Wen, above Zhou Wen and the sword pill, there was an extremely terrifying sword intent rising.
hum!
Inside the sword tomb, thousands of swords blared together.