Unconsciously, ten days passed.

The Sky Burial Sword has been suspended on the Jiutian Platform, motionless, as if falling asleep.

The ancestor Sanjue had enough patience, still sitting dozens of miles away over the sea, meditating and adjusting his breath with his eyes closed.

Not to mention ten days, even ten or a hundred years, he can wait forever!

In the buried sky sword, the sword in the world.

Ji Tianxing was still in the city of Antu, sitting in the secret room of the city lord's mansion, meditating on the third sword of the Nine Burying Swords.

After ten days of contemplation and comprehension, he has found the true meaning of the third sword and vaguely comprehended this sword technique.

"Draw the sword style, pull out the divine sword to break the mountains and rivers! The piercing sword style, a little cold star shines in the sky!

This third stroke of the sword swing, the world was shocked by a sword, and the sword light was 30,000 miles away! "

Ji Tianxing murmured in a low tone, and slowly opened his eyes.

He exudes an invisible aura, as sharp as a giant sword, sacred and majestic.

In his eyes, a sword intent burst into the sky, piercing the dark space of the secret room like lightning.

"I see! The Nine Swords of Buried Heaven is the ultimate **** of Buried Heaven, not only because it encompasses all kinds of swords in the world, but also because it contains the ultimate kendo will.

The sword is for life, lives toward death, goes forward without going forward, and lives after death!

This is the spirit and sword intent of a kendo warrior! "

Ji Tianxing murmured solemnly, and closed his eyes again.

He manipulated the Soul Golden Sword and got into the tomb of the Sword God.

"Huh!"

The Soul Golden Sword transformed into a human form, transformed into his appearance, appeared on the gray and cold wasteland, suspended above the eighteen tombstones.

The nine tombstones on the left are blank as always.

The nine tombstones on the right have changed.

On the first tombstone, the cultivation technique of the first level of the Tao of Sword Soul was originally recorded, but now it has disappeared.

The second tombstone was originally blank, but now there are more than two hundred ancient seal characters.

That is the cultivation technique of the second level of the Tao of Sword Soul.

Ji Tianxing stared at the text on the tombstone and observed it for half an hour before he memorized the exercise formula firmly and memorized it backwards.

Then he flew over the icy wasteland to the edge of the wasteland.

Thousands of feet away in front is a gray misty area.

In the mist, there is a blank area of ​​ten miles around, and the ground is a gray rock layer, depicting dense lines and ravines.

That is the ancient formation hidden in the tomb of the sword god, the mysterious formation that even the funeral sky does not understand.

Ji Tianxing stared at the blank area, meditating in his heart the sword-swinging technique, methodically accumulating mana, and preparing to try to cast the third sword.

After ten breaths, he held a blazing white Divine Soul Magic Sword, exploded with ten percent of the mana, and suddenly swung a sword towards that misty area.

"Swing a sword! The sword light is 30,000 miles away!"

"Huh!"

The Divine Soul Sword cut through the sky like lightning, cutting out a blazing white sword light that was thousands of feet long and about a hundred meters wide.

The sword light is huge, containing the power to destroy the world, like the sword of the gods, and like the wrath of the gods.

"Boom!"

The invincible blazing white sword light slashed fiercely into the vast fog, and there was a muffled noise.

Suddenly, a hurricane was engulfed for dozens of miles in a radius, and sword energy burst into chaos.

The gray mist surged wildly, spreading in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, another blank area of ​​twenty li in a radius appeared in the mist-shrouded area.

Ji Tianxing slowly put down the Soul Magic Sword, with a gratifying smile on his face.

"That's great, it really doesn't fail me for ten days of hard work, calmly enlightened, and finally made the third sword!"

The power of the third sword is obviously more powerful than the first two swords, which makes him very satisfied.

As long as he practiced more in the future and fully understood the third sword, the power of swordsmanship could continue to improve.

He condensed his thoughts and hurriedly flew to the misty area to the blank area just opened.

I saw that the blank area within a radius of twenty miles was also a gray rocky ground.

There is no doubt that there are dense patterns and lines on the ground, which outlines an extremely ancient and mysterious array.

Ji Tianxing observed carefully for a while, and then saw the clues.

The blank area that had just been opened up was connected to the blank area before, forming a whole area, a full thirty-mile radius.

On such a vast ground, the tens of thousands of formation patterns and lines are exactly the same and connected to each other.

But this is only the tip of the iceberg of the entire array, and there are still no useful clues to be seen.

He still didn't know how vast this mysterious array hidden in the tomb of the Sword God was.

What grade is this big formation? Why is it hidden in the tomb of the sword god? How many years have been hidden here?

Ji Tianxing didn't know anything about it.

So he flew back to the vicinity of the eighteen tombstones and reached out to touch the first tombstone.

The dark and cold tombstone immediately released a dim golden light and swallowed him in.

"Huh!"

In the next moment, he entered a strange space and stood in a sea of ​​clouds.

There is an ancient white jade stone bridge in front of it, covered by a vast cloud of mist.

At the other end of the white jade stone bridge is a mysterious pagoda, which is the Tianshu Pavilion.

He stepped across the stone bridge, entered the Tianshu Pavilion, and began to search for ancient books and materials in the Tianshu Pavilion.

He wanted to learn about the tomb of the Sword God and the origin of the mysterious formation through the collection of books in the Tianshu Pavilion.

Time passed quickly, but he didn't realize it, and was immersed in the ocean of books.

Three days later, he read hundreds of books about formations and finally found a clue.

What he can be sure of is that the mysterious array in the tomb of the Sword God is a product of ancient times and has a very old and long history.

At that time, all races in the world were still ruled by gods, and they were in the ignorant period about to be civilized, and martial arts had not yet flourished.

Based on the lines, patterns and techniques of that mysterious large formation, Ji Tianxing can probably judge that it is not an ordinary formation, it is most likely a **** formation laid down by the gods!

Unfortunately, he only found out such a clue.

Who laid the sacred formation? What type of formation is it? Why hide in the tomb of the sword god?

These issues ~lightnovelpub.net~ Ji Tianxing is not aware of them.

He can only leave it to slowly explore and investigate later.

After a while, he walked out of Tianshu Pavilion and left the Sword God Tomb.

"Huh!"

The Soul Golden Sword returned to his body, and he was still sitting in the secret room of Antu City.

After frowning and contemplating for a while, he temporarily put aside the mysterious battle.

He decided to contact Funian Tian first and ask about the current situation, "Funian Tian, ​​what are we in now? Haven't Sanjue Patriarch left yet?"

Funeral Tian was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice: "Ten days ago, Sanjue Patriarch and Lu Feiyu forcibly captured me and I was beaten into Nine Heavens Taizhong.

However, I pulled Lu Feiyu back, and was bombarded by Nine Heavens Thunder.

Lu Feiyu disappeared in ashes, I was just seriously injured, and I am recovering from my injury..."