The sword rises

Chapter 692 Tracing back to the source, only to find the original heart

Chapter 690: Tracing back to the source, only then can you find your heart

The secret technique of viewing the sky pupils, blinding the secrets of the Dao, capturing the traces of Dao Yun.

This kind of secret technique is no less than a Taoist scripture secret technique, and it can be called against the sky.

Gu Hengsheng held the jade slip presented by the third senior brother in his hand, circulated the profound energy in his body, and soon received the real practice method of Guantiantong in his mind.

"So...you don't need to suffer so much."

Gu Hengsheng felt a little bit embarrassed when he thought of the pain he had suffered before. He only blamed himself for being too impatient. If he had invited teachers, brothers and sisters earlier, he would definitely not have made such a fuss.

After obtaining the complete secret technique of Guantiantong, Gu Hengsheng immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice.

Immersed in the road of practice, time seems to go very fast.

Sunrise and sunset, day after day.

It has been more than a month since Gu Hengsheng sat cross-legged on the spot, and the breath on his body has become a little hazy, and he can't feel the fluctuation trajectory of the profound energy, which is a bit strange.

hum!
When Gu Hengsheng slowly opened his eyes, a little golden light flashed in the depths of his eyes, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Is this... Guantian Tong?"

Gu Hengsheng was revolving the technique of Guantian Tong in his heart, and he found that his eyes could see things that he had never seen before, which was very miraculous.

Gu Hengsheng seemed to be able to know the next trajectory of the sword intent's next step through his eyes, and was surprised in his heart.

"I just had a glimpse of the door for the first time, and I already felt all kinds of magical methods of this Guantian Tong, so how strong is the third senior brother?"

Gu Hengsheng did not forget what Brother Seven said to him earlier.

When the seventh senior brother sent the jade slip of Guantian Tong, he said that the third senior brother created this secret technique ten thousand years ago.

The third senior brother ten thousand years ago was able to create such a heaven-defying secret technique, so how powerful is the third senior brother now?

Involuntarily, Gu Hengsheng thought of a sentence that the third senior brother said: Even if it is the emperor's lineage sect or the hidden ancient clan, if the older generation dares to break the rules, I will definitely make them pay a heavy price.

Thinking about it now, Gu Hengsheng found that his brothers and sisters were more mysterious and stronger than the other, and he felt proud and anxious at the same time.

As a disciple of the Fusheng Tomb, if he is too weak, wouldn't he lose the face of all his brothers and sisters?

"I will never fall behind."

Gu Hengsheng didn't have much time left, and the opening of the Emperor's Road was getting closer and closer, and the real monster of the world was about to be born.At that time, it will be the real turmoil and the battle of heroes.

Gu Hengsheng continued to practice Guantiantong's skills, and gradually grasped the core of Guantiantong's first entry, and he was able to capture the traces of the Dao more proficiently.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Hengsheng fell into retreat again.

In the sword valley, the sword intent roared in and out. Gu Hengsheng sat cross-legged on the ground like an old man in meditation, motionless.

The Red Dust Nine Extremes Sword cuts the sea in one stroke, but this sword has given Gu Hengsheng a long way to go, and he can't control the essentials.

Another half year passed by in a hurry, and there seemed to be an indescribable charm in Gu Hengsheng's eyes.

In the past six months, whenever Gu Hengsheng encountered a bottleneck in his practice of Guantiantong, the voice of the third senior brother would reach Gu Hengsheng's ears, teaching Gu Hengsheng how to practice.

With the guidance of the third senior brother, after half a year of hard training, Gu Hengsheng quickly mastered the real method of Guantiantong's cultivation, and stepped into the realm of small accomplishment of Guantiantong.

It can be said that Gu Hengsheng's skill of observing the sky is definitely better than Zhao Yuan, the crown prince of the Yiyang Dynasty.

Gu Hengsheng was able to capture the traces of the sword intent in the periphery of Sword Valley, and knew the direction and location of the sword intent in advance.

If when Gu Hengsheng was fighting with others, Gu Hengsheng would have known about it before the other's ultimate move came, which would be very terrifying.

"It's hard to save Tianguan Tong, so let's put it aside for now."

Gu Hengsheng's current cultivation base is too low, to be able to cultivate to the level of Xiaocheng of Guantiantong is already considered extremely extraordinary.Of course, the guidance of the third senior brother is indispensable.

"I need to understand my own way of swordsmanship before I can truly comprehend the immortal sword intent."

Gu Hengsheng held the Xuexiao sword in his hand, stood outside the sword valley, looked at the overwhelming sword intent, and muttered to himself.

The sword intent outside the Sword Valley is the place where the seventh senior brother Chu Xiaoyao realized the sword in the past. There are sword marks carved on the wall for thousands of years.

"What is my way?"

Gu Hengsheng looked down at the Xuexiao Sword in his hand, muttered to himself, and slowly fell into deep thought.

Looking back on the past, along the way, Gu Hengsheng encountered many difficulties and obstacles, and a figure he had encountered before appeared in his mind.

"Tracing back to the source, you can get your heart."

Suddenly, the voice of the seventh senior brother Chu Xiaoyao wafted around Jian Valley and reached Gu Hengsheng's ears.

Since Gu Hengsheng practiced in Sword Valley, the seventh senior brother Chu Xiaoyao has been watching here, worried that Gu Hengsheng might go mad, and silently guarding the way for him.

Seeing that Gu Hengsheng was in a daze now, and he couldn't see the path of swordsmanship in front of him, the seventh senior brother opened his mouth to transmit the message and give advice.

After Gu Hengsheng heard it, his body couldn't help trembling slightly, his thin lips parted and closed slightly, and he murmured softly to himself: "Tracing back to the original heart..."

In a daze, Gu Hengsheng saw what he did in the land of a hundred countries, and also saw the bloody corpse mountain that was produced by fighting all the way.

At the beginning, Li Qiurou once said that they would go to the northern snow country to see the snow together, but they never finished, leaving a seed of longing in Gu Hengsheng's heart.

Afterwards, when Gu Hengsheng stepped into Beizhou and encountered danger in the former Su Dynasty, he slashed the sword of Frost Snow, realized the true meaning of his own way of swordsmanship, and embarked on his own way of swordsmanship.

However, after Gu Hengsheng tried his best to turn the tide in Guyou Palace, and saw Li Qiurou's beautiful figure again, the longing in his heart surged out, and he lost the obsession he had at the beginning.

As a result, Frost Snow Sword Intent lost its sharpness and stagnated.

"My heart, what is it?"

The picture in front of Gu Hengsheng changed, as if he saw the heavy snow all over the sky, and saw the millions of corpses under the heavy snow.

"I want to hold the three-foot green blade in my hand and explore the height of the sky."

Gu Hengsheng remembered his original intention of embarking on the way of swordsmanship, it was his initial thought, and it was also a desire deep in his heart.

Suddenly, Gu Hengsheng held the Xuexiao Sword in his hand, and slashed fiercely in front of him.

This sword did not stir up any waves, nor did it stir up any sword intent, it was ordinary and unpretentious.

Raise your hand, swing your sword.

Gu Hengsheng's eyes closed lightly, and he kept repeating the movement of dropping the sword, the profound energy in his body was restrained, just like an ordinary person who just started practicing swordsmanship.

Gu Hengsheng forgot about time and let it pass by his fingertips.

The sword rose, the sword fell, Gu Hengsheng seemed to fall into a strange state of mind, repeating the same movement of swinging the sword.

(End of this chapter)