The old monk Donghu's deep pupils shone with a wise light. The power on his staff gradually restrained, the world returned to calm, and some snow-like dust gradually fell to the ground, but the Thousand Dust Mountain transformed by nearly a thousand swords still stood.

These thousands of mountains are like dreamy lights and shadows, like mirages, but they exudes a strange smell of blood.

This smell comes from those sword slaves and their masters.

When a person who is already at the top of his power begins to spend his whole life and take revenge for one thing, the will of this person has surpassed his cultivation itself.

These famous swords set out in the sky, and all the sword slaves who could have become famous masters in this world but used their own nature, wán￠￠￠ｭba, v.≌↙.⊥Life energy and all the past worlds to warm up these famous swords have all died.

The skin of their master Ye Xiao's body has also bloomed out like a burnt tortoise shell. The qi and blood are almost flowing away, and the light in their pupils and the fanatical fire are gradually getting darker, not far from death.

This sword formation not only surpassed his limits, but even had completely different levels of power. When it was completely formed, the sword formation had nothing to do with him.

If this sword formation is compared to a giant tree that holds the sky, then it is just the flesh and blood nutrients that the giant tree holds sucked along the way.

Logically speaking, he had exhausted his energy at this time and should have died like those sword slaves. However, with his amazing willpower, he was still alive, looking at the sword formation from afar.

He must be alive, he must make sure that the sword formation can be entered, and then he must make sure that he can see the death of the descendant of the Nine-Dead Silkworm.

For him, even if that young man was not the rebirth of Wang Jingmeng back then, it is now the most important pillar of Bashan Sword Field. As long as the young man is killed, Bashan Sword Field will eventually die.

...

The old monk Donghu looked at the nearest several dust mountains quietly, and then slowly stretched out his stick.

A glow shot out from the staff and penetrated into these dust mountains.

These dust mountains are shaking, but the terrifying power contained in his glow is spread along an unknown channel, unknown where it spreads to the world.

"I can't break this sword formation."

The old monk Donghu turned his head to look at Ding Ning and said seriously: "Although we can walk among these dust mountains, these dust mountains block my perception from the outside world. Even block the vital energy of the eight realms. Everything we observe and see inside is in the law of this sword formation, and we will be lost in it."

Ding Ning nodded, glanced at Fusu who was unconscious, and confirmed that his injuries were not worse. He also said: "This should be a sword formation that can trap the eighth realm."

"Can you enter or not?" Changsun Qianxue looked at Ding Ning and asked.

In her perception, these thousands of dust mountains are not just mountains, but also changing and unknown worlds.

"If you can't go in or out, it will be meaningless for Ye Owl to pay such a price."

Ding Ning could not see Ye Xiao's situation at this time, but he could imagine what the other party would pay. He frowned deeply and said, "This sword formation is probably like a well. We are like frogs at the bottom of the well. We know where the world outside is, but we cannot go out, and we cannot use that mirror sky to distinguish the southeast, west and north."

This metaphor is not particularly appropriate, because Changsun Qianxue knew that even the frog at the bottom of the well could still know where the sunrise and sunset were located through the dark changes in the light, but she knew what Ding Ning meant very well.

"Can you break this sword formation?"

She took a deep breath and said to Ding Ning.

"It takes the power of the eight realms to lock in the eight realms. The magic array itself is a means to improve the power of the practitioner. Ye Xiao does not enter the eight realms, but the magic array composed of these swords has formed enough to imprison the eight realms." Ding Ning shook his head, "Although I am infinitely close to the eight realms and have even sensed some of the mystery of the eight realms in advance, I have not really entered the eight realms after all, so it is almost impossible to break the laws of this magic array."

"So we can only wait for people to come and jump into this well? He created such a magic array, and the power of this magic array will naturally not disappear naturally."

Changsun Qianxue put down the Nine Nether King Sword in her hand and let the sword that became pure and transparent was inserted into the ground in front of her.

At this time, Qianchong Chen Mountain seemed to solidify, and there was no wind and snow in the world, and it was calm, but she knew very well that there would soon be another bloody storm.

"The sword intent and the natal vitality are both pure and condensed objects in the world. Ye Xiao uses these thousand swords to use the power of the sword itself, and the second is to use the immortal nearly eternal sword intent and natal vitality among these famous sword masters to maintain the long-lasting existence of this magic array."

Ding Ning directly selected a place to sit down, and then continued, "But the headache is not just us. If you want to deal with us outside, they will also have a headache about what methods to deal with an eighth level."

He glanced at the old monk Donghu and sighed a little, "You entered the eighth realm at this time, which is also an accident for those people, but they must face it."

The old monk Donghu sat down respectfully on his head and stood cross-legged, still asking for advice like a devout disciple listening to the master's lecture: "In the past, I just thought you had not seen the secret of the eight realms. However, when I heard your words today, I knew that it was not the case. However, I don't understand why you stayed at the top of the seven realms but did not enter the eight realms?"

“This is an option.”

Ding Ning looked at him and said calmly: "Pure power crushing will make practitioners lose the spirit of fighting with weak to defeat the strong, or the same true energy will make many battles too simple, thus making people form simple habits and will no longer carefully understand the exquisiteness of some sword intent. The way to practice is to be enterprising and perceive in a subtle way. If you lose this kind of aspiration, everything becomes simple and casual, and you will naturally be lazy and affect your future practice."

"Apart from that, there is no one in front of me, and no teacher tells me how to go to the seventh level and the eighth level."

After a pause, Ding Ning continued to say with a slight self-deprecating voice, "I always thought that if I was already the best in the seventh realm and no one was your opponent, I would not be in a hurry to enter the eighth realm. It would be better to walk more cautiously. No one would feel that I did not make any mistakes in all previous practice processes. If I go more cautiously and better at some critical stages, my cultivation will be stronger in the future. If I simply say that practicing is like building a wall, during that period, I just wanted to build a foundation of the wall as much as possible and make up for some shortcomings in the previous practice."

The old monk Donghu suddenly realized, and beyond Ding Ning's words, he felt more meaning and said convincedly: "Because you thought the opponent was always himself, you thought that the seventh level was the foundation, and the eighth level was the beginning. You want to challenge the nine realms in the world where the previous practitioners only existed in the legend, but almost no one has reached."

Ding Ning nodded slowly, was silent for a few breaths, and said, "Just as you said before, it's just not to know, but you know that there is an extremely beautiful scenery ahead, and if you can't see it, you will always regret it."

The old monk Donghu was also silent for a moment. He suddenly thought of something, and some of his eyes were filled with envy. "You said that a practitioner always makes some mistakes in his life's practice. For example, if the practice method he chose to practice at the second and third realms is wrong, and some methods of practice are wrong, they will leave hidden diseases in his body, or they will not be able to change it in the future. But if a practitioner has enough time to start over and practice again, then he will naturally know where he made a mistake and will not make it again, and correct it. You are now taking advantage of the Nine-Death Silkworm and have such an opportunity."

Ding Ning did not deny it, looked up at the black sky above and said, "If you have enough time, you should have a better chance of getting in touch with the legendary Nine Realms."
Chapter completed!