Mortal Cultivation: Start with a Chaos Talisman

As the depth decreased, the flying swords in the Jianhe Feipu also flew out one by one and re-inserted into the surrounding walls.

Therefore, the body of Jianhe Feipu became smaller and smaller.

The smaller the body, the less sword intent it could resist.

Therefore, the further down they went, the more fierce the sword intent they faced.

Finally, at a certain moment, Zhao Kuo next to him said: "Brother, this sword intent is too sharp, I can't stand it... You continue to go down, I will look for the sword here!"

Xu Changan didn't expect that the first one who couldn't stand it was Zhao Kuo.

"Okay..." He nodded: "Brother, remember the time, when this sword dragon rushes out from the ground again, don't forget to rush out with it!"

"Okay!"

Zhao Kuo flashed, turned into a stream of light, broke through the wrapping of Jianhe Feipu, and flew to the cliff next to it.

One stream of light after another sank into the darkness.

Xu Changan found that the damage of the sword intent here to the cultivators had nothing to do with their cultivation.

It had something to do with the depth of their understanding of the sword.

For example, Mei Guhong, although she is only a young cultivator at the third level of the foundation-building period, can rely on her understanding of the cloud of sword energy over the past eleven years, and use the sword intent she has understood to wrap around her body to resist the damage of the sword intent in the abyss.

"Brother Xu... I can't stand it anymore... Goodbye!"

Two hours later, Li Chuisheng turned into a beam of light, flew out of the Sword River Waterfall, and went to the surroundings.

In the entire Sword River Waterfall, there were only Master Xu and Master Mei Guhong.

Xu Changan couldn't help but look at the little girl deeply: This disciple is not ordinary.

"Don't force yourself!" Xu Changan said: "Life is important!"

"Yes!" Mei Guhong said: "Master, I understand all these principles!"

As the depth increased, the flying swords on the sword dragon left one by one, and the sword dragon now was less than one-tenth of what it was when it first entered the abyss.

After another half an incense stick of time, the last sword on the Sword River Waterfall left.

The entire Sword River no longer existed.

Only the ten thousand sword shadows condensed by Xu Changan with his magical power still surrounded him, without any reduction.

"Master... I can't resist the stronger sword intent!"

Mei Guhong finally couldn't hold on.

Xu Changan's body stopped in the void.

He looked around.

At this depth, there were very few magic swords on the surrounding walls.

Almost invisible.

But at the same time, if you can reach this depth, if you find a sword, it will naturally be extraordinary.

He waved to Mei Guhong: "Go!"

Mei Guhong left.

Now, Xu Changan is alone!

He floated in the void and looked up!

It was pitch black!

No light could be seen!

He looked down, and it was also pitch black, and no light could be seen.

"Huh..." Xu Changan exhaled deeply and muttered to himself: "Even the Sword River Waterfall has disappeared here. If I go down, will I be alone?"

Let's go!

Xu Changan was fearless. He moved the thousands of flying swords around his body to form a small sword river waterfall and went deeper into the abyss.

He found that as the depth went deeper, the width of the abyss was shrinking.

When he just entered the abyss, the diameter of the abyss was a thousand feet.

Now it is only a few dozen feet.

The next section is only ten feet in diameter.

But it is still bottomless!

Of course, at this depth, there is absolutely no sword around.

Under the reflection of Xu Changan's sword light, he saw a line of writing on a stone wall somewhere.

The writing is ancient Zhou seal script. Although it is unknown how much time has passed, it is still very clear.

The book says: Jiang Huan of the Great Qi State stopped here to comprehend the sword!

Hiss hiss hiss...

Xu Changan took a breath: Is there really someone comprehending the sword here?

Oh my God!

Then, this also shows a problem: this senior named Jiang Huan said that he comprehended the sword here, I am afraid he no longer has the ability to continue going down.

Xu Changan looked at it and found that there were some more words under this line of words.

They were all names.

There was no order, just some names were carved in a disorderly manner.

There were five in total, namely Wang Chan, Zhou Xiaoyue, Zhongni, Gongshu Ban, and Nanhua!

There were only these five names.

As for who came first and who came later, it was also impossible to tell.

What does it mean?

Xu Changan guessed that the cultivator from the Great Qi State named [Jiang Huan] had come here, but later five people came here separately and left their names.

Xu Changan thought about it, and a sword energy emerged when he raised his hand.

He wrote down three words: Xu Changan.

He became the seventh person to arrive here.

Of course, it may not be the seventh, not everyone left their names here.

It can only be said that he was the seventh person to leave his name.

Xu Changan felt that if Uncle Qingxu came, he would definitely come here, but it was a pity that he did not come.

After writing his own name, Xu Changan raised his head and looked at the names above.

Who is Wang Chan?

I don’t know!

Who is Zhou Xiaoyue?

Hmm… I know Confucius, a Confucian sage, but unfortunately he has passed away, otherwise the State of Lu would not have been destroyed.

Don’t you know Gongshu Ban?

As for Nanhua?

Hmm…

Xu Changan knows that Nanhua Zhenren is Xu Fu’s master. It is said that his cultivation has reached the level of all-knowing and he is still alive and well!

Some of these people have been in the immortal world for many years.

Some are still alive.

But all of them are seniors and great sages.

Seeing words is like seeing faces, seeing faces is like seeing great sages.

Xu Changan took a deep breath, and the Ten Thousand Swords Dragon continued to go down.

The sword intent around his body became stronger and stronger.

Xu Changan also felt a lot of pressure.

There was even a feeling of being unable to resist.

"Open..."

He waved his hand, and the Asura disk flew out and protected him.

In this way, the sword intent on his body was reduced by one point!

Half an incense stick later, the handwriting was seen again: Gongshu Ban stopped to understand the sword.

Obviously, this guy called Gongshu Ban couldn't go down either.

But after Gongshu Ban, there was only one name: Nanhua!

There was no more.

Xu Changan thought about it, probably because Gongshu Ban came later, when he wrote, others had already gone down, so Wang Chan, Zhou Xiaoyue and Zhongni and others did not leave their names.

Xu Changan was not polite, and with a wave of his hand, he left his name here again.

Continue to go down!

Xu Changan was full of sword intent, and continued to dive slowly.

Handwriting: Where Zhongni stopped.

There was another line of words written by Zhongni at the back: I have never realized the sword in my life, not because my strength is limited to this, but because I am entangled in worldly affairs, and I have no choice but to stop here.

Obviously, Zhongni ended here, but he was very unconvinced, and wrote a special word for future generations to see: I am not a sword cultivator, and it is not that I can't go down here, but because I have other things to do, I have to go out.

Good guy!

This Confucian ancestor is interesting.

Xu Changan saw that there was another line of words behind Zhongni's words: Nanhua Zhenren said, why don't you come back another day?

Xu Changan almost laughed.

Nanhua Zhenren was mocking the Master, saying why don't you come back another day?

Interesting!

These seniors are also very interesting!

Xu Changan wrote his own name next to it.