I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

“Shua shua shua…!”

In the gray space, Zhao Heng sat cross-legged.

In the space, there were surging and sharp sword energy, like countless blades, intensively cutting the void in the air.

As a sword cultivator, Zhao Heng was extremely sensitive to the sword energy.

At this time, he supported a protective light around his body, and under the rampant sword energy, a sharp explosion sounded.

Just now, he was kicked into the lake of the mirror space by his master Duan Lingxiao. After a feeling of dizziness, he appeared in this space.

Feeling the special environment in front of him, Zhao Heng was a little confused.

“Master asked me to inherit the inheritance. Where is the inheritance? I don’t know how to explain it in detail. Do all the strong pretend like this?”

While complaining in his heart, Zhao Heng tried to disperse his spiritual consciousness.

Although this space was full of sword energy, it also had a strong suppression on the spiritual consciousness.

But with Zhao Heng’s spiritual consciousness cultivation in the late stage of the control of the spirit realm, he directly performed the divine observation technique, and the perception range immediately expanded greatly.

Soon, Zhao Heng discovered that this was an extremely vast area, like an ocean of sword qi.

Through the feedback of his spiritual sense, Zhao Heng could clearly feel that the strength and weakness of these sword qi were distributed in a certain pattern.

All sword qi erupted "from top to bottom". The further down, the wider the space, and the weaker the sword qi power.

As the space gradually converged, the sword qi power became denser and stronger, and there were some strange energy fluctuations mixed in.

Zhao Heng sensed it for a moment, and he had a vague guess in his heart, and immediately began to fly towards the top of the space.

He resisted the pouring sword qi all the way.

The sword qi power increased rapidly, and the protective light around Zhao Heng began to tremble violently.

At this time.

"Shua!"

Suddenly, in the gray mist above his head, a green sword light slashed down, almost splitting Zhao Heng's protective light in half.

Zhao Heng moved sideways and looked at it intently. He found that the green blade light was stagnant in the void and had not moved.

But the blade light itself flickered and disappeared, like an "invisible blade" that kept slashing in the void.

He tried to wrap the green blade light with his spiritual sense, and immediately sensed that there was a continuous, light and elegant breath coming from it.

It seemed to contain a more profound artistic conception and perception.

This breath gave Zhao Heng a sense of familiarity.

"The breath in this blade light seems to be somewhat similar to the inherited divine pattern of the Sky Fox Clan."

Zhao Heng continued to perform the divine observation technique, and his spiritual sense spread upwards. Sure enough, he sensed more blade lights and breaths.

These blade lights with different breaths were all condensed in the void, disappearing uncertainly.

After sensing all this, Zhao Heng already understood.

These blade lights should be the same as the inherited divine pattern of the Sky Fox Clan. They are all the inheritance left by the predecessors with their own skills and perceptions, but they are presented in different forms.

He couldn't help but feel excited.

The Shura Sect is a super power that is not inferior to the Sky Fox Clan, and has a strong foundation.

He could feel that the senior masters who left these sword lights were all powerful people with extraordinary cultivation.

Moreover, unlike the inheritance of the Sky Fox Clan, these masters are also human, and they are sword cultivators like himself, so it should be twice the result with half the effort for him to comprehend these inheritances.

He immediately covered a sword light with his spiritual consciousness, and calmly comprehended it, trying to get the inheritance.

However, one hour, two hours... After several hours, Zhao Heng didn't feel a single bit of sensation.

He was a little stunned, and the situation seemed to be a little different from what he expected.

At this time, the ethereal voice of the master Duan Lingxiao came from the void.

"You can only take one scoop from the three thousand weak waters, and the way of sword cultivation is also the same.

Since you have practiced the Three Absolute Slashes of Heaven and Earth and inherited the mantle of Jue Ting, your way has been initially formed. Other sword intentions can only be used as references, not inherited."

Hearing this, Zhao Heng showed a thoughtful look, "Grandmaster, what do you mean..."

"The space you are in is the core area of ​​the Sword Tomb. The inheritance left by the strong men of the Three Absolute Halls of all generations is included here.

The Three Absolute Slashes of Heaven and Earth is not a simple secret technique, but an extremely powerful inheritance.

It is located at the highest point of this space. You can go there to comprehend it by yourself. Whether you can successfully obtain the complete inheritance depends on your own luck."

After speaking, the voice gradually faded away.

In the Sword Tomb space, Zhao Heng looked up at the void above his head, which was submerged by the sword energy. Without any hesitation, he moved directly upwards.

The higher he went, the stronger the sword energy in the space became. Each of the sword beams carrying the power of inheritance released terrifying momentum and power, blessing the surrounding sword energy and making them produce more powerful destructive power.

The protective light on Zhao Heng's body soon couldn't hold on and began to dissipate faintly.

He immediately used the power of his spiritual consciousness, condensed a protective barrier on his body, and continued to move forward.

When he went up another area, the sword light had turned into "gray-black". The sword energy hit like a wave, and under the blessing of the artistic conception of the inherited sword light, it exuded terrifying power.

So much so that Zhao Heng had to circulate the blood in his body and condense a shield of Qi on his body.

But even so, Zhao Heng had not reached the highest point in the space.

The sword energy in front of him had already turned into a rolling black wave, with terrifying power, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

Zhao Heng's three energy protections actually began to show signs of failure.

Feeling all this, Zhao Heng simply activated the silver bellyband he was wearing next to his body, the spiritual treasure-level protective magic weapon "Tianxing Fangcun Ling".

The treasure emits a layer of bright silver light, blessing Zhao Heng's body surface, and his defense power increases greatly.

Anyway, Duan Lingxiao couldn't hide these treasures, so he simply used them all.

"boom……!"

The next moment, Zhao Heng's figure turned into a giant wave, breaking through the waves of sword energy, going upstream, and finally reached the highest point of the sword tomb space.

In the center of a black "viscous" torrent of sword energy, a dark "golden sword light" floated motionless.

In the ten feet of space around it, not a trace of sword energy spread, and the torrent of black sword energy was completely isolated.

Zhao Heng rushed into this space in one fell swoop and felt his whole body relax.

Looking up and staring at the golden sword light, Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed slightly. He felt that there was an aura in it that had the same origin as his own sword intention.

Zhao Heng tried to get close to the sword light with his spiritual consciousness and understand its artistic conception.

"Chichi...!"

However, the moment his consciousness wrapped around the sword light, it was like coming into contact with a red-hot iron. Zhao Heng's consciousness was quickly crushed into nothingness by the sword light.

Only a trace of divine consciousness penetrated into it, and he felt the astonishing sword intent contained in the sword light that dominated the world and dominated the world. The trace of divine consciousness that Zhao Heng penetrated into it was also directly strangled.

Zhao Heng's heart was trembling, and there was a stabbing pain in his mind.

"What a domineering inheritance."

Zhao Heng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This kind of inheritance perception often pays attention to the resonance of breath and the consistency of artistic conception.

The more in line with your own heritage, the easier it is to understand.

I have already practiced the Three Ultimate Slashes of Heaven and Earth, and my condensed sword intention is very consistent with this sword light.

But even so, it is really strange that his consciousness is close to the sword light and still receives such a strong backlash.

If we say that in this space, the inheritance contained in other swordsmen are all "lonely swordsmen", just waiting for the right successor to pass on their inheritance.

Then this sword light is a "crazy swordsman" who will kill anyone he catches. He is the kind who will not recognize his relatives. .M

However, for a moment when that trace of spiritual consciousness sank into it, Zhao Heng did have some enlightenment in his heart, and he seemed to have some understanding of the three ultimate swordsmanship of heaven and earth that he had practiced.

This inherited sword light is indeed the most suitable for me.

Zhao Heng stabilized his mind and simply mobilized the power of his spiritual consciousness again to approach the sword light.

"Buzz...!"

The sword glowed slightly, and the terrifying sword intent raged, twisting the void.

More than 90% of the power of Zhao Heng's spiritual consciousness was directly transformed into nothingness. Only a small amount of spiritual consciousness penetrated into it. After being sensed for a moment, it was quickly wiped out by the sword energy inside.

"hiss……"

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Heng's forehead. The power of his spiritual consciousness was connected to his soul, but it was wiped out in such a tough way, causing his soul to suffer great pain.

But when his spiritual consciousness was immersed in it, the glimpse of insight he got was like a delicacy, which made Zhao Heng linger and feel itchy.

This feeling of pain and joy made Zhao Heng a little angry.

While he was running the power of his spiritual consciousness with all his strength, he secretly used magic weapons to condense and strengthen his spiritual consciousness, and once again penetrated the sword light.

With the power of divine consciousness blessed by divine weaponry and Taoism, the tenacity is greatly increased, and the sword energy can only destroy 60 to 70% at a time.

The remaining spiritual consciousness penetrated into it, and the elimination speed also slowed down a lot, and Zhao Heng's perception efficiency increased.

However, even with the blessing of divine weapons and Taoism, the duration of enlightenment continued.

But Zhao Heng's consciousness consumption rate is still astonishing. If this continues, his consciousness will be exhausted in less than two hours.

Although the spiritual consciousness is exhausted and can be restored through cultivation again, it will waste a lot of time.

Moreover, Zhao Heng could feel that the amount of information in this inheritance was huge and extremely profound. It would take an unknown amount of time to achieve such intermittent insights before he could succeed.

"This is not the way to go."

Zhao Heng frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved.

"Hey, by the way, try this."

The next moment, a trace of Zhao Heng's consciousness came out and penetrated into the Qiankun Jiyang Cauldron...