Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Jian Sansan's little mouth kept talking very quickly, and Anle couldn't even get a word in.

His name itself was very strange, and the content of the second half of his sentence made Anle and the others even more frightened.

According to Jian Sansan, he also encountered that group of god-like and devil-like army, but this idiot not only did not dodge, but also took the initiative to get in.

And now, Jian Sansan actually managed to escape from the battlefield alive. This alone was enough to prove his strength.

Anle recalled the sword light he saw at that time, and it seemed that it was indeed on the path of the battlefield of gods and demons.

Obviously, Jian Sansan's embarrassed posture was also related to this battle.

But no matter how strong this person is, it cannot change his nature of being a talkative and funny person.

"I'm Anle, and your real name is Jian Sansan?"

Anle finally found an opportunity to interrupt.

Jian Sansan was stunned: "I seem to have had another name before, but I can't remember it clearly. But it doesn't matter, a name is just an external thing."

"The sword is different. The sword is our soul. Fellow Daoist An, you also have a sword soul. Do you want to enter my Heavenly Sword Palace to experience it?"

Jian Sansan seems to have a special ability to bring any topic back to the sword.

Anle knew that when talking to this kind of person, he couldn't follow his pace, otherwise he would be confused sooner or later, so he asked.

"You just said... the smell of a sword, what is that?"

Hearing this, Jian San San was a little confused: "The smell of a sword is the smell of a sword."

He looked at Jiang Yun and the other girl next to him and commented: "They also have a little bit of sword smell, but not as strong as you. Believe me, you are born to be a genius in sword training!"

Jian Sansan looked extremely serious and confident, as if he could really smell the scent of a sword.

Hong Yingxue whispered, "Anle, has this guy become stupid from practicing sword skills?"

"What is that talking?"

Jian Sansan looked around and locked onto Xiao Xiaohong, who had not yet shown her face, with incredible accuracy.

He touched his chin and said in surprise: "Although I don't know what you are, the smell of sword on you is surprisingly not bad."

"But can you practice sword skills as well?"

Jian Sansan seemed to be thinking about this problem very seriously.

Hong Yingxue said helplessly: "This person is beyond saving..."

At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the corridor of the immortal tomb.

"Friend An, come in quickly!"

This is the voice of Tiantong Lan Ruyu: "It's very safe in the Immortal Tomb. There are countless magic tools and spiritual stones here. Our storage bags are full and there is still no room for more! Come in quickly!"

Many monks nearby were tempted, and a few of them gritted their teeth and rushed into the corridor.

When Anle heard this for a moment, he was tempted, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he suppressed the greed in his heart.

Jiang Yun had taken a few steps forward, but when she saw Anle and the others didn't move, she stopped where she was and asked in confusion, "Why don't we go to the tomb and take a look? There are so many treasures waiting for us!"

There was an abnormal greed on Jiang Yun's face, which clouded her mind.

Seeing this, Zuo Yu cast a rune, which landed on Jiang Yun's face, causing her to wake up quickly. She looked terrified: "What was that just now..."

But some cultivators around were not so lucky. Driven by nameless greed, they entered the immortal tomb.

"Friend An, save me!"

Suddenly, Liuli's voice was heard. Her upper body emerged from the passage. Her face was covered in blood. She looked miserable and pitiful, like a defiled fairy. She begged, "Fellow Daoist An, please...save my sisters...please..."

Chapter 288

The appearance of this female cultivator at this moment was extremely miserable. Her silver-white hair was disheveled, her Taoist robe and face were stained with blood, and there was a bloody penetrating wound on her abdomen.

The look on Liuli's pretty face was one of panic and pity, and it was hard not to feel sympathy for her.

But the next moment, a sword flashed.

Liuli's face and delicate body were split into two!

Jiang Yun widened her eyes and stared blankly at Jian Sansan who swung the sword.

Zuo Yu and Su Dai's brows also twitched. They had not expected such a sudden change to happen. When they were hesitating whether to take action, they were stopped by Anle's eyes.

Jian San San said angrily: "You are just a phantom, and you dare to disturb me while I am trying to persuade people to learn swordsmanship?"

He looked at An Le again, and asked eagerly like a dog: "Fellow Daoist An, learn it. It won't hurt anything anyway."

On the other side, "Liuli's" body was indeed cut by the sword light, but the strange thing was that not a single blood flowed out of her body. Her beautiful eyes widened with resentment, and she gradually disappeared into the air.

"She's just an illusion?"

Hong Yingxue suddenly realized and was very surprised: "But why is it so realistic that it even fooled me."

Not only her, Su Dai and others also did not realize that "Liuli" was an illusion, even Zuo Yu was deceived.

Anle was inexplicably alert and realized that something was wrong.

He frowned: "It seems that there is a force affecting our thinking."

The previous call of "Lan Ruyu" was the same, but "Liuli" used a different trick and was more realistic.

On the other hand, although Jian Sansan seemed unreliable, he was able to see through the illusion at the first moment, so everyone looked up to him.

"You have neither cultivated your sword spirit nor developed any sword taste, so you will naturally be deceived by her."

Noticing their gazes, Jian Sansan began to mutter: "Fellow Daoist An is different from you. He is the same kind as me. So, if you want to train your mind, you should learn the sword first. There is some truth in what I said..."

Anle felt a little overwhelmed by his nagging, but she still forced herself to calm down and analyze the current situation.

"Whether it's Lan Ruyu's temptation or Liuli's request for help, the purpose is very clear, which is to trick us into this tomb."

"In that case, no matter what happens next, we just have to stay out of the tomb."

After understanding this, Anle's thoughts became clear. He could wait until two in the morning and explore the immortal tomb in the deduction. If it was too dangerous, he could just wait quietly until dawn and then leave this cave.

Jian Sansan nodded and said, "Friend An is right!"

"Since I'm free now anyway, I might as well learn a few sword techniques. They might be useful!"

Anle really couldn't understand why Jian Sansan was so concerned about selling kendo to him, but he was indeed annoyed by Jian Sansan, and since he had nothing to do at the moment, he spoke up.

"Since fellow swordsman says so, let's learn it."

"But let me make it clear in advance, I know nothing about swordsmanship, let alone the foundation of kendo. I have only seen some mundane sword techniques."

Anle's knowledge of swordsmanship was limited to the swordsmanship used by the martial artists in the Great Tai Dynasty. With his [Martial God's] eyesight, he could easily see that these swordsmanships were full of flaws. It would be useless to learn them. It would be better to just punch them directly.

He had previously used the Evil Sword to Kill Immortals and the giant sword transformed from the Zhenyang Stone, but he did not use any sword techniques at all. He simply relied on his own strength and the power of the sword to fight.

The former "Six Meridians Divine Sword" was just a name given by Anle out of his bad taste.

However, Jian Sansan didn't care at all. He just said with shining eyes: "It's okay, it's okay. I can smell it. You are a natural swordsman!"

"As long as you are willing to learn, everything will be easy."

"First, you need a sword."

The Yang Yang on Anle's index finger immediately turned into countless tiny cubes, reconstructed into a long sword of the right size, and fell into his palm.

The sword feels smooth and doesn't seem to be made of metal.

Looking closely, it is actually a smaller version of the sword that Anle held when he transformed into a giant. It is not as gorgeous and exquisite as some cultivators' flying swords, nor does it have dazzling divine light. It looks plain and unpretentious, but it is definitely hard enough, and there is a cold light flashing on the blade.

Seeing this long sword, Jian Sansan was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed: "What a good sword, what a good sword!"

"I haven't seen such a good sword in a long time."

He was obviously tempted, and turned back to look at his own sword of chaff not far away, and sighed silently.

"And, it turned out to be you."

Jian Sansan stared at Anle with burning eyes: "That sword light last night was you!"

He lowered his head again and said to himself: "However, it's not just you who was struck by that sword. There are many others..."

Anle was a little surprised. He could discover these things just by looking at Yangyang. This person's sharpness in swordsmanship was really exaggerated.

He thought to himself, "Is this what is called a sword maniac?"

Anle neither denied nor confirmed it. Instead, he looked at the ancient book in Jian Sansan's arms and asked, "Now that I have a sword, how should I learn swordplay? Do I have to practice according to these sword manuals?"

Jian Sansan shook his head and opened the sword manual for him to see. Anle then realized that those books with old covers that looked very impressive and had words like "Zhu Xie Sword Manual" and "Jue Chen Sword Technique" written on them actually did not contain a single word. They were just for show.

"What era is this? How can it be possible that the sword is still passed down using traditional sword manuals?"

"But the senior brother said that the sense of ritual is very important, and maybe someone will take the bait... ahem, are you tempted?"

Hong Yingxue whispered in Anle's ear: "Is this guy really reliable?"

Anle also had a strange look on his face, but he still asked humbly, "So, how do you want to pass on the sword, fellow Daoist?"

Jian Sansan didn't keep the secret and said directly: "Junior Brother Qin Li's sword diagram should be with you, right?"

Anle raised his eyebrows, but still took out the scroll from the storage bag.

"Sword diagram, open!"

Jian Sansan gave a light shout, and the scroll flew out of Anle's hand and unfolded in front of everyone.

The moment it unfolded, a sword intent shot out into the sky and transformed into thousands of divine lights, making it almost impossible for people to look directly at it!

For some reason, Anle was able to see the image on the sword map through the light.

In fact, there was nothing on this sword picture, it was just a blank scroll, but in Anle's perception, there were several sword marks on it.

There is a tremendous sword intent remaining in the sword marks. Ordinary cultivators will feel a stinging pain in their eyes just by looking at them. It is so sharp!

Jiang Yun exclaimed in a low voice: "What a powerful sword intent!"

"Much stronger than several sword cultivators in my clan, worthy of being the Heavenly Sword Palace."

An Le was also somewhat frightened: "The sword cultivator who left these sword marks must have already touched the realm of the sword path!"

"But Qin Li actually just gave me such a powerful sword diagram?"

Jian Sansan saw the surprise on his face and said with a smug smile: "Hehe, my junior brother is actually very smart. He must have seen that you have a connection with my Heavenly Sword Palace, so he found an excuse to give you this sword map."

"When you open the scroll, you will realize the beauty of the sword art, and then go to him to learn other sword pictures. With this, your fate will deepen."

Jian Sansan shook his head again: "Unfortunately, he is still not smart enough and did not smell the sword scent on you. How can this level of sword intent satisfy you?"

Anle's heart skipped a beat. When he looked at these sword marks, apart from his initial surprise, he inexplicably felt that they were not exquisite enough, as if something was missing.

But the problem is, he has never learned kendo, so why can he see this?

Anle was puzzled: "Could it be that... I am really a genius in swordsmanship?"

At this time, Jian Sansan looked around, and his eyes as sharp as swords swept across the sacred tree platform and beyond.

Many cultivators were secretly looking at the sword picture hanging in the air, intending to comprehend the sword meaning therein. When they were swept by Jian Sansan's gaze at this time, their hearts jumped and a slight chill rose behind their backs.

Jian Sansan said loudly: "My fellow Taoists, I know you are spying on the sword map of my Heavenly Sword Palace. Don't worry, I have no intention of stopping you."

"I wish everyone in the world could become a sword cultivator. This way, the sword art will become even more exquisite. But I am going to open the seal of this sword diagram. If someone who is not good enough in sword art comes to see it, he will only lose his life in vain!"

"That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself, gentlemen!"

Upon hearing this, Su Dai and others silently turned their eyes away and stopped looking.

The next moment, the tip of Jian Sansan's sword gently touched the sword pattern.

Ding!

An extremely crisp sound of sword fighting was heard. Stimulated by the sword intent of Jian Sansan, the sword diagram suddenly lit up with a more brilliant light. Countless sword energies rolled out and raged around the sword diagram, almost filling the nearby space. There was also a mysterious sound of Tao echoing, which was full of temptation for the cultivators.

Although Jian Sansan has issued a warning, there are still many bystanders who don't believe it.

An old man sneered and said, "He just said that because he's afraid that we might learn the way of the sword. I want to see what's in this sword diagram."

The other sword cultivator holding a sword showed greed on his face and muttered to himself: "This is the sword handed down from the Heavenly Sword Palace, how can I miss it?"

In the Immortal Tomb Cave, on a ruined planet, Xia Jingnian slowly woke up. He opened his confused eyes, still filled with disbelief and frustration.

"I...actually lost?"

Soon, Xia Jingnian suddenly felt the emptiness in his body, and he was filled with shock and anger: "Where is my ancient dragon power? Where is my dragon blood? Where is my huge dragon ball?"