Chapter 448: Wan Yu Sword Book
"The Wan Yu Sword Book?"

Wang Yansheng was a little confused, and before he could withdraw his hand, the stone tablet turned into ashes, as if a mechanism had been triggered. All the peaks moved at the same time, shedding their mud and crust, and stones fell off. The peaks collapsed, leaving only the flow of energy.

"Is this the sword intention?"

Only then did Wang Yansheng realize some of the truth. Those mountains were actually transformed by sword intent, but the sword intent was vast and deep, just like the mountains. Now it moved, revealing its true form, and this strange phenomenon occurred.

Each peak represents a sword intent, and there are more than a hundred peaks in this place. One by one, the mountain bodies fade away and turn into torrential sword energy, colliding and entangling with each other.

He could not help but be dazzled by the colorful sword lights of various powers. Just as he was about to sigh that there was such a magical sword intent in the world, he saw the land under his feet, the white clouds above his head, and even the grass and trees beside him all turned into sword intent, and the sword light floated throughout the space.

"The entire space is transformed by the sword's will. I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration to call it the sword world!"

Wang Yansheng stood in mid-air, watching the sword intent gather more and more, gradually filling his entire vision, and colorful brilliant lights blooming with boundless power.

He raised his hand and caught a green sword energy. Wang Yansheng saw clearly that this sword energy was transformed from a small grass before. When he got the sword energy, several pieces of information appeared in his mind.

'Qingzhi'

'It is as soft as water and good at turning qi. It is entangled like a thousand silk threads. It nourishes the five internal organs and stores essence. It resists evil spirits and can cure all kinds of poisons.'

The two words "Qingzhi" are in gold, followed by the words "Yangmu Qingyuan Yuzhi Sword" in cyan font, and there are many more detailed characters after that.

Wang Yansheng put the sword back, and he had already gained some understanding in his heart. With a little practice, he could cultivate a Qingzhi sword. However, due to the difference in magic power and refining method, it was slightly different from the original Qingzhi sword intent.

He pondered for a moment, suppressed the inspiration in his mind, and reached out for other sword ideas.

'Over the Earth'

"The earth is heavy, the ground is thick, it carries everything, it supports all living things. A sword is like a mountain pressing down on one's head, an earth dragon covering one's body. Practicing it can lead to the body of Gentu Dao."

'Xiu He'

'Needle tip'

'Maimang'

'Yangjiang'

……

Wang Yansheng was very busy for a while. All kinds of sword skills had their own wonderful uses. They could cultivate the immortal body, achieve the great way, block external enemies, and kill evildoers. His methods were endless.

Just as he was about to watch a few more sword strikes, he suddenly felt dazed and felt a sharp pain between his brows. Only then did he realize that his mental strength was exhausted and his spiritual light was dim. It must be that watching the sword intent had consumed too much of his mind and he could hardly sustain it.

Thinking of this, Wang Yansheng hurriedly stopped his hands. The sword light around him became real and unreal, and the whole space kept shaking. It seemed that it was about to break apart. He also felt the rejection of this place. He did not force it, and let the gentle force force him out of this world.

The last look before retreating was a magnificent sword light that cut through the sky and dissolved the sun and the moon. All the sword energy and sword intent avoided its sharp edge and moved away together. The whole world was divided into two by that sword light, which had the power to destroy mountains, split seas, break the earth, cut through the sky, and bring all things back to the abyss.

Wang Yansheng couldn't help but reach out his hand, reaching for the extremely powerful sword light, and two words flowed out from the bottom of his heart. Execute the Immortal!

He also saw that behind the Zhuxian Sword Intent, there were still three shadows following it, all of which had the power to destroy the sky and the earth, slay demons and destroy gods, and had infinite killing power.

"Why does this Zhu Xian Sword feel a bit like my Yi Tian Sword?"

With this thought in mind, Wang Yansheng exited this mysterious space. When he opened his eyes, he saw two big faces crowded in front of him, and he couldn't help but be startled.

"You are finally awake. I was afraid that you would not wake up, so I asked Feng Yang to remove the big cauldron formation and wake you up by force."

Yuan Li breathed a sigh of relief, then took a closer look at Wang Yansheng and let out a light exclamation. As soon as Wang Yansheng opened his eyes, his eyes shone with a divine light, and his whole body was like a sword out of its sheath, revealing its sharp edge.

His eyes fell on himself, and it seemed as if a subtle sword energy was passing by. In the blink of an eye, electricity appeared in the void, and sword light flickered.

"Okay, okay, your sword bone has been opened, and you have even comprehended some of the sword intent," Yuan Li laughed loudly, but was a little puzzled, "But I haven't taught you the true meaning of swordsmanship yet, so how can you cultivate some sword intent?"

He thought to himself that a genius like this naturally could not be judged by common sense. All the cultivation methods, sword techniques and knife skills in the world were obtained by observing the void and imitating the heaven and earth. With Wang Yansheng's talent, it was not surprising that he could comprehend several sword ideas out of thin air.

"Are you feeling unwell? Come out quickly. You gave us both a good fright just now."

Wang Yansheng looked around and saw that the elixir in the cauldron had run out, leaving only a thin layer of ointment at the bottom of the cauldron. He turned to Yuan Li and asked, "Master, did I feel something strange just now?"

Yuan Li nodded: "At first there was not much change, and the elixir liquid did not seem to be much lost. It was only when you fell asleep that a drastic change occurred. The elixir liquid that could support a wandering immortal for several rounds of fighting was lost several fingers deep in a moment, like a whale swallowing water."

"I asked Feng Yang to replenish the herbs several times, but they couldn't keep up with the speed at which you consumed them," Yuan Li sighed, "I don't know what's wrong with your body. Why you consume so much spiritual energy."

"When the elixir liquid runs out and you still don't wake up, I plan to force you to wake up, so as to avoid harming yourself and wasting your foundation."

Wang Yansheng probably knew where the elixirs were diverted, but he had to be on guard against others, so he didn't explain it to Yuanli in detail. He just kept in mind this favor and would repay him later.

He stood up and flipped out the cauldron. He felt as light as a swallow, but his mind was a little exhausted and he looked a little listless. Seeing Wang Yansheng jumping around, Yuan Li was relieved and reminded him: "Since the sword bone has been opened, it is time to practice. Use the remaining magic power to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the sword spirit. You will definitely be able to make further progress."

He looked at Wang Yansheng again and saw that he was in a depressed state. "I will ask someone to get some precious pills to nourish the mind and restore the strength of the heart. You will stay here for a few days to recuperate. When everything is ready, I will discuss the future with you."

As for the secret of Wang Yansheng and the reason for his mental exhaustion, it was something even more obscure. He didn't want to ask, didn't need to ask, and didn't need to know. He just pretended to be blind and couldn't see anything.

After the two said goodbye and left, Wang Yansheng, who had seen them off, returned to the empty rock cave and reached out to take the sword. Unlike before, this time when he held the hilt, this divine sword resonated faintly with himself, like a new third limb, connected by blood, and functioning smoothly.

At the same time, a golden and jade book slowly appeared in his mind. It was the authentic copy of the Wan Yu Sword Book, but there were large blank spaces in the sword book, with only a few sword intentions remaining.

Wang Yansheng's mind was connected to his heart, his mind was operating the law, the law was communicating with the spirit, and the spirit became the sword intent, communicating with the Yitian Sword and the sword book. A slight sound was heard, and rays of sword light flowed and rushed into the stone wall, leaving dense sword marks, which were imprinted on the wall like a spider web.

He retracted his fingers, looked at the faint sword intent of Qingzhi in the sword mark, and couldn't help laughing.

(End of this chapter)