Open the door and walk in. It is a square room with no table or chairs. There is a futon on the floor. There is an unfolded picture scroll on the wall in front of the distance of five meters. It is two meters long and one meter wide. There is only one There is a pattern of a sword, and on the left wall, there is also a long timekeeping water leak.
Chen Zong's eyes were immediately attracted, he walked over step by step, and sat on the futon.
"The picture of the heavy mountain sword..." Chen Zong read out the four black characters at the top of the sword picture word by word.
"Could it be that this is the plan of refining the sword left by Daoist Chongshan?"
Among the seven founding masters of the True Sword Academy, one of them was named Chongshan. Before the seventh level of the True Martial Realm, he was called the Chongshan Swordsman, and after reaching the seventh level of the True Martial Realm, he was the Chongshan Daoist.
If this pair of mind refining sword diagrams was left by Master Chongshan, then the other six mind refining sword diagrams in the mind refining rooms are probably also left by the other six founders of the palace.
Time is precious, Chen Zong closed his eyes first, adjusted his breathing, became long and slow, eliminated distracting thoughts in his mind, completely calmed down, and concentrated his mind and will.
The eyelids were raised, and a trace of sharpness shot out from the pupils, approaching the heavy mountain sword map.
The sword drawn on the sword picture is black, wide and thick, it is an epee, very realistic, the details are perfect and lifelike, as if a black epee is really inlaid on it.
I don't know if it's because of Chen Zong's strong spiritual will, or the mystery of the heavy mountain sword map itself. After three breaths, Chen Zong immediately felt that the heavy mountain sword map under his eyes changed.
It slowly became distorted, and then, the black epee seemed to be separated from the sword diagram, emitting a terrifying sword pressure.
heavy!
It's like a mountain is suppressed.
sharp!
There is a bit of sharpness in the heaviness, like a mountain made up of countless sharp swords, a mountain of swords.
Chen Zong's pupils shrank endlessly, and he was almost forced to look away. Fortunately, his mental will was far superior to that of a martial artist in the energy and blood realm, and he was no worse than a martial artist in the strength realm. Some warriors.
The heavy and sharp sword figure constantly exudes heavy and sharp sword pressure, which turns into invisible sword energy, pressing towards Chen Zong one after another, chopping at Chen Zong's spiritual will, and feels like being torn to pieces. Chen Zong thought of the great terror that he had previously faced against the terrifying will of the ancient monster, the red gold saber-toothed tiger.
Feeling that his spiritual will was crumbling under the pressure of the black epee sword, and almost shattered into countless pieces, Chen Zong not only did not panic, but was full of fighting spirit.
"My will is like a sword, tempered a thousand times!"
"No matter how strong your sword pressure is, you can only condense my will."
"A hundred refinements make iron, a thousand refinements make steel!"
This is a confrontation at the level of spiritual will, and it is more stressful than facing the blue light wolf king.
The sword pressure emanating from the heavy mountain sword map is as heavy as a mountain, pressing on the spiritual will, making Chen Zong feel unable to breathe, as if the whole person is about to be pressed into the ground into the endless abyss, sinking forever.
This is the destruction of the spiritual will, and it is also the tempering of the spiritual will.
Wholeheartedly, keep the will, fight with all your strength.
Everything around disappeared, only the terrifying black epee in front of him remained. As time passed, Chen Zong felt that the pressure from the black epee seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
In fact, it wasn't that the pressure of the black epee sword was getting stronger, but that Chen Zong's spiritual will was constantly being consumed and weakened in each confrontation.
"No, it must stop."
"No, I can still, just keep going."
"No, if I keep going, my mental will may collapse and be injured, and it will take a long time to recover."
"No, I haven't reached my limit yet, I can still bear it."
Between wavering and firmness again and again, Chen Zong continued to resist and persevere, his spiritual will was constantly consumed, and he was tempered unconsciously.
It seems to be tempered and refined to remove impurities.
He didn't know how long it had been. Chen Zong knew that he had really reached his limit, and it was not an illusion. If he continued to fight, it would only damage his spirit and will.
Closing his eyes, an incomparably sour and tingling feeling permeated the air. His eyeballs were swollen, which made him feel very uncomfortable, but everything in front of him disappeared. Chen Zong's head was dizzy, which was the result of exhaustion of mental will to the limit.
I didn't have any thoughts, just sat like this, and let the spiritual will recover on its own.
The leak-free body of the great perfection of qi and blood once again showed amazing results, and the spirit and will recovered at an extraordinary speed. It took only about half a quarter of an hour, and the groggy feeling completely disappeared, and the stinging and swollen eyes also recovered. .
"This feeling… "
"Spiritual will has indeed been condensed a lot, and it has been further refined, and it seems to have been strengthened."
Chen Zong showed joy, watching the effect of refining the sword diagram, it was more obvious than he imagined.
"If you do it a few more times, maybe the spirit and will will become more harmonious."
"I don't know how long I've persisted?" said secretly, Chen Zong looked at the timer water leak on the left, more than half an hour passed, because he closed his eyes when the confrontation ended and he didn't look at it in a daze, and he didn't know how long it was, vaguely I think it shouldn't be less than a quarter of an hour.
With a tinge of joy, Chen Zong stood up. Although his mental will was more than half recovered, it was not suitable to continue watching the sword diagram of refining intentions. He had to rest his spiritual will before coming back.
"Junior Brother Chen, how do you feel?" He Tielin asked with a smile when he saw Chen Zong coming out, his face turned slightly pale.
"It's okay." Chen Zong smiled: "Thank you, Brother He, for your concern."
"How long?" He Tielin asked again.
"Drowsy, I can't pay attention." Chen Zong also replied: "Senior brother He, I will take my leave first and go back to rest."
"It's impossible to persist for a quarter of an hour at the Qi and blood realm." Looking at Chen Zong's back, He Tielin murmured to himself in a low voice, his eyes flashing brightly: "However, to be able to obtain the official disciple qualification, the strength is stronger than most disciples." The stronger the Qi and Blood realm, the stronger the mental will will be, even if it is not as good as the Jinjing, there will not be a big gap, such a person has great potential, and it is worth me to make friends with."
After the spiritual will is fully recovered, Chen Zong can feel the progress of the spiritual will.
On the third day, Chen Zong went to Lianyi Hall again, which was still managed by He Tielin.
"Junior Brother Chen, it is said that each time you watch a different sword picture, it will have a better effect on tempering your spiritual will." He Tielin laughed.
After paying 100,000 white jade money, Chen Zong entered the refining room again, but this time he entered another room.
"Picture of the Golden Sword..."
"This should be what Jin Feng left behind."
The sword on the Jinfeng Sword Picture is golden in color, and its length is about the same as that of the Chongshan Sword Picture, but the sword body is narrow and the tip is extremely sharp, revealing a kind of sharpness that is indestructible, as if there is nothing in the world that can block its sharpness.
The feeling of watching the picture of the Jinfeng sword is completely different from that of watching the picture of the heavy mountain sword. It seems to be pierced and cut again and again by the extremely sharp sword, and the spiritual will is like being lingering. The pain cannot be described in words, and it almost collapses , but the effect is equally obvious.
After resting for another day, Chen Zong entered the refining room again.
This time, it wasn't the picture of the heavy mountain sword or the picture of the golden edge sword, but the picture of the Xuanbing sword.
"Mysterious Ice Sword Diagram?"
"It's left by Daoist Xuan Bing."
"Is this real Xuanbing and Xuanbingzi the same person?"
Chen Zong couldn't help thinking that the "Little Sword Classic" that Sister Yun gave him was written by a master swordsman named Xuan Bingzi, but he didn't know if this Xuan Bingzi and the real Xuan Bing were the same person.
The sword on the picture of Xuanbing Sword is blue and white, as if cast from ice, exuding an astonishing coldness, as if it wanted to freeze Chen Zong's spiritual will, and endured the pain of three feet of freezing.
The sword picture I watched for the fourth time was different again, it was the fire sword picture, the whole body was red, like a burning sword, which made Chen Zong feel that his spiritual will was thrown into the raging fire and burned, including his body. The whole person will be burned and reduced to ashes.
The sword picture I watched for the fifth time was the water moon sword picture, a moon-white long sword. It was painful, but it made Chen Zong fear the most, because under the influence of the Water Moon Sword Diagram, Chen Zong's spiritual will seemed to be trapped in a dream, he disappeared, and he almost couldn't wake up.
In terms of danger, among the five sword pictures, the water moon sword picture is the most.
As for the other two sword pictures, Chen Zong hadn't seen them yet, and he didn't know what they looked like, so they couldn't compare them with the Shuiyue sword pictures.
Time flies, Chen Zong had to rest for a day after watching a sword picture at the beginning, and now he can continue to watch it today after finishing it today, which represents the strengthening and harmony of spiritual will.
The sixth picture of the sword is the picture of the Hurricane Sword, a blue long sword, the whole body of the sword seems to be entwined with a hurricane, under the confrontation, Chen Zong seems to be able to hear the roar of the hurricane, and his whole spirit will be involved in it, crazy strangle.
"I feel that my spiritual will is only one step away from harmony."
"After reading the last picture of the sword, maybe my spiritual will will be more harmonious, and then I can prepare to refine my inner strength."
With a secret thought, Chen Zong pushed open the gate of the small courtyard, only to find a person striding towards him.
"Junior Brother Chen Zong, my name is Yang Jingzhi, and I am from Liumen. After observation, I found that you are very talented and qualified to join my Liumen. I came here to tell you." Yang Jingzhi's body was as straight as a sword, His eyes were cold and stern, with an oppressive gleam, and his tone was decisive, as if there was a force that could not be questioned.
Where there are people, there will be fighting. This is human nature, and warriors with powerful power strengthen this nature even more.
In the True Sword Academy, there are some small forces established by the disciples themselves, and Liumen is one of them. The True Sword Academy does not object to this practice, on the contrary, it believes that such an approach can better promote competition among disciples .
"You only need to pay an entry fee of one million white jade coins, and from then on, you will be my Liumen's brother." Before Chen Zong could answer, Yang Jingzhi continued.
Chen Zong came to a sudden thought, probably because he was known to be a fat sheep by frequently entering the Lianyi Hall recently, and now he is going to come over and slaughter himself.
(end of this chapter)