"ah!"

Tang Fan looked up to the sky and roared, irritably swinging his sword forward.

"laugh!"

A golden sword light slashed into the void, and the sword's intention lingered for a long time, leaving a deep sword mark.

"What went wrong? What does this sentence mean..."

Tang Fan's eyes were red. After practicing for so long, this was the first time he encountered such a strange thing.

The Nine Heaven-Destroying Postures lacked the training method for the last one, leaving only a verse. How could he practice it?

"Senior, you are well-informed. You must not only know the origin of the Heaven-Destroying Divine Sword, but also these nine sword moves..."

"Boy, stop hating me, this... I really don't know!"

Qi Ling coughed dryly, his tone full of helplessness.

"No, I will think about it myself! Is it true that as the verse says, it takes me a lifetime to understand a sword move?"

Tang Fan's unwillingness to admit defeat awakened again, but he did not believe in this evil.

"Although I don't understand the last sword manual, I still have some understanding of this sword..."

"oh?"

Tang Fan immediately became hopeful again.

"The Heaven-Destroying Divine Sword is one of the top ten magical weapons in ancient times. According to legend, it has the power to defy the heavens. However, as far as I know, when it was in the hands of the Five Elements Sanren, it did not show the power it should have! Perhaps, it is related to this.

It’s about the last formula!”

"What kind of incredible power?"

"One sword move will last a lifetime, and one sword move will be cut in one lifetime... These two sentences should describe the specialness of this last sword move. Think about it..."

"Is it like I thought before that it takes a lifetime to realize it? But if I kill a sword in this life, could it be..."

"According to my understanding, this last sword move should be...can only be used once in a lifetime!"

"What……"

Tang Fan stayed where he was, completely stunned.

What kind of sword move requires a lifetime to master, but can only be used once?

"Then what do the last two sentences mean?"

"I don't know about this, maybe it's some kind of prophecy!"

"Qiankun and True Immortal, are they hinting at something?"

"Boy, no matter what, all this means that you are still unable to practice this last move! You have to wait a little longer..."

Tang Fan said dejectedly: "Could it be that I can't continue to practice this sword?"

"You don't understand what I mean. Since the last sword manual requires you to understand it by yourself, it means that your understanding of the first eight moves is not enough!"

"You know how to compress your body and cultivation to strengthen the explosion of the Nine Turns Divine Gang Fist, so why can't you use the same method for the Nine Heaven-Destroying Styles?"

"I see!"

Tang Fan nodded. He was the best at the nine Heaven-Destroying Styles, that is, the first three. The latter few were not used perfectly because he did not perform them many times.

Qi Ling's intention was to let him continue to understand the first eight postures, and maybe he could figure out the cultivation method of the ninth posture from them.

"Then I will start all over again and practice from the first position! Even if I have to go back and recreate it, I will admit it!"

Tang Fan felt a surge of energy in his heart. He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and comprehended the first move of the Nine Sky-Severing Swords with his heart.

Soon, he became addicted to it, as if he was in a world dominated by swords.

There were sword auras all around him, and the sword light in front of his eyes was filled with all kinds of variations of the first Heaven-Destroying Style.

Tang Fan watched carefully, not wanting to miss any detail, and gained new insights from it...

However, as his understanding deepened, for some reason he felt compassion in his heart, and a blurry picture suddenly appeared in his mind, covering all the sword light...

It was an antique courtyard, and a terminally ill young man was lying on the bed. He was breathless, his whole body was filled with the aura of death, and he looked like he was going to die at any time.

"This is……"

Tang Fan remembered that this was a scene in the illusion he had when he swallowed the Ten Thousand Soul Pill at the trial site.

Everything in that illusion revolved around him and the Infant Soul Fruit, as well as his relatives and lovers...

At that time, he was busy breaking through the Nascent Soul and did not think deeply about it afterwards.

But now, this picture came to mind again, and it resonated with him even more profoundly.

"What's going on? Why do I have such a hallucination? Could it be that this hallucination is implying something?"

Tang Fan's vision gradually blurred, making him lose touch with reality. When his vision became clear, the hallucinations in his mind seemed to become reality.

And he himself almost completely overlapped with the boy in the illusion, making him immersed in the scene!

The man and woman stood in front of him, that is, his parents...

"This is unfair, why should you treat a child like this, ah..."

The mother roared, looking extremely sad.

"mom……"

Tang Fan wanted to comfort her and tell her that he was fine, but he couldn't make any sound.

The boy on the bed trembled violently, and his whole body turned into a mass of deathly energy. After giving birth to an Infant Soul Fruit, he turned into a baby again...

Tang Fan's body also trembled, and he felt like he was dead...

"No……"

Tang Fan wailed in pain, he felt like he had experienced life and death and turned into a baby!

"Xiaowu, wake up! Don't scare me..."

When Tang Fan was unable to extricate himself, he felt someone crying and shaking him.

"Xiaowu, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you..."

Tang Fan heard it and realized that this person was Fang Tong.

He struggled hard to open his eyes, but it was like being trapped in a nightmare, and he couldn't escape from the small courtyard full of pain and sorrow.

"ah……"

Tang Fan wanted to shout to tell Fang Tong that he was okay, but all he could say was painful moans, as if something was blocking his throat.

He can only continue to struggle and try to get rid of the devil that controls him...

"Xiao Wu, don't be afraid... no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

When Tang Fan was feeling uncomfortable, he was suddenly held in his arms by a soft body. Fang Tong's hands touched his face and tried his best to comfort him.

Tang Fan gradually became less painful. In Fang Tong's arms, he began to stay away from the terrible illusion, but he still couldn't open his eyes.

"Xiaowu, I like you, you are everything to me..."

Although Fang Tong didn't know what he was going through, he could feel his pain.

When Tang Fan was trying hard to open his eyes, he suddenly felt his lips wet, as if they were pressed by something.

Then, it seemed as if a small snake pried open his mouth and got in quickly and timidly.

"Well……"

Tang Fan's trachea was blocked by this little snake and he suffocated instantly.

In desperation, he could only counterattack subconsciously and control the little snake.

But the little snake didn't know what was going on, and once again got rid of his entanglement, wandering around like a headless fly, making Tang Fan uneasy for a while, and he could only continue to suppress it...

The scent was slippery for a moment, entangled endlessly, Tang Fan's inner subtlety was attracted by this soft and moist little snake, and he escaped from the painful and sad dreamland before.

With a sudden force, he bit the snake again and opened his eyes...

The four eyes are facing each other, the faces are facing each other, the tips of the noses are pressed closely together, and the mouths are...

"ah!"

Fang Tong looked at the wide-eyed Tang Fan and was frightened. After biting him hard, he opened his mouth, raised his peach-like face, pushed him with both hands, and threw him to the grass.

"ah!"

Tang Fan also screamed in pain and fell to the ground without making a sound.

"Bad guy, you bully people..."

Fang Tong's face turned redder and he kept wiping his mouth.

"Tang Xiaowu, get up and don't pretend to be dead!"

Fang Tong raised his leg and kicked Tang Fan, but his eyes were closed and he lay there motionless.

"Xiaowu?"

Fang Tong panicked a little, and quickly stepped forward to gently shake Tang Fan, and then held him in his arms.

"Xiao Wu, wake up quickly..."

Fang Tong was so panicked that he was at a loss. He bent his upper body and raised his hand to pry his eyes...

Tang Fan was suppressed by the softness and couldn't hold it any longer. He coughed hard and opened his eyes.

"What's going on? Where am I, you...why are you here too?"
Chapter completed!