Chapter 874 The Story in the Sword
"Okay, Great Elder!"
Tang Tian came back to his senses, took a step forward, and stepped on the giant sword formed by the beam just now.
This giant sword is like a substance, and Tang Tian stepped on it, which felt extremely real.
Without delaying, he accelerated his feet and rushed towards the entrance quickly.
Tang Tian's figure flashed and entered the Heavenly Sword Tomb.
The great elder Ye Qiuwen looked at the entrance of the Heavenly Sword Tomb, sighed, and murmured: "Little guy, although I don't know what level your swordsmanship is, I still hope that you can gain something this time. The hope of Tianjian City cannot be placed entirely on the acting city lord and his disciples. Tianjian City can only become stronger if there are more and more evil disciples."
After speaking, he raised his hand, took the token, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sea of clouds in front of him that had returned to its original state, and left for a long time.
"This place is so desolate..."
Tang Tian's figure appeared in a deserted valley, and all kinds of swords were stuck everywhere.
"These swords... there are even ordinary iron swords used by ordinary people, and ordinary weapons. From low to high, the more ordinary, the more there are."
Tang Tian was dumbfounded. He looked forward and saw an endless stretch.
"So many long swords, many of which are dull and rusty... Is there really the true meaning of the sword in this sword tomb?"
Originally, Tang Tian thought that as long as he entered the Heavenly Sword Tomb, the true meaning of the sword should be overwhelming, or in other words, the true meaning of the sword is everywhere.
But standing at the entrance of this valley, he didn't feel anything at all, only the desolation and desolation.
"Boy, are you stupid? The true meaning of the sword is restrained, this is the foundation. If these swords inserted here have been emitting the true meaning of the sword, it would be a spiritual consumption for them, just like the cultivators, who have exhausted their vitality."
When entering here, Fan Siren had already seen the layout of the entire valley at a glance.
"So that's how it is. If I really absorb their swordsmanship, wouldn't that mean I'm killing them?"
Tang Tian frowned, feeling somewhat helpless.
As a sword cultivator, the sword in his mind is not just a weapon, but also a companion and a relative!
Even if these swords have nothing to do with him, if he absorbs their swordsmanship, it would be like destroying them.
"Boy, don't worry. Moderate absorption is harmless. Don't you think that this Heavenly Sword Tomb has existed for many years? Isn't it still there? This Heavenly Sword Tomb has a formation arranged by their ancestors, which can nourish these swords. Although some swords are just ordinary weapons, or even not ordinary weapons, they are comparable to spiritual weapons outside."
Although Fan Siren is not a sword cultivator, as a peerless strong man, he can still see the big picture from the small details and see everything in front of him clearly.
"So that's how it is. I'm relieved then..."
Tang Tian breathed a sigh of relief. Another reason for his worry was that he seemed to have a strong destructive power. Wherever he went, he would destroy it...
For example, the Phantom Demon Secret Realm of the Falling Star Sect, and the place where the Falling Star Bow was suppressed...
As for the small world of the ancient tomb ruins, although it was destroyed by the sacrificial formation, it was also somewhat related to him.
This Tianjian Tomb is such a wonderful place. If it is destroyed by me, it would be a pity...
Then I can't explain it to the people of Tianjian City.
"Your sword true meaning has reached the sixth level, which is also the top level of the intermediate level in terms of sword true meaning. If you step into the seventh level of sword true meaning, you can be said to have entered the high-level level. In this way, not only will there be no damage to these swords, but they can even complement each other. As for what will happen, I am not a sword cultivator, so I don't know. You can do it yourself!"
Fan Siren yawned as he spoke, and it seemed that he was sleepy because of talking too much, so he didn't say anything.
"Okay, Master Fan!"
Tang Tian nodded and stepped into the valley step by step.
"To practice the true meaning of swordsmanship, you still need to feel it first. The true meaning of swordsmanship has always been a relatively illusory power, similar to the power of soul."
Tang Tian looked around and did not see the figure of the senior brother of Tianjian City.
After a look around, perhaps because this is the outermost part of Tianjian Tomb, the long swords inserted everywhere are not of high grade.
Tang Tian is going to try to feel these lowest-grade long swords first. Since they are inserted in such an important place as Tianjian Tomb, they must not be aimless. Perhaps the founder of Tianjian City has some intention.
After all, he was a master of alchemy in his previous life. Although he did not have much experience in cultivation, after experiencing so much, Tang Tian gradually understood a truth.
One method is mastered, and all methods are mastered.
Alchemy and cultivation are often actually the same.
Tang Tian did not release the true meaning of swordsmanship, but used the main soul in the sea of consciousness, the sword soul, to release the power of soul, attached to an ordinary long sword with rust.
"Buzz!"
Who would have thought that the rust on the originally ordinary long sword was actually wriggling.
Tang Tian used the power of his soul to touch it, but was surprised to find that the rust in his sea of consciousness had turned into a picture.
In an ordinary small mountain village, the morning sun shines in front of a thatched cottage.
A wisp of smoke rises from the cottage.
There is a boy of six or seven years old, wielding an iron sword in a childish way.
"This sword is the only thing my father left me. I must not let my father down for Gou Wa."
Although the boy's face was immature, his clear eyes seemed very determined. Even though his sword swinging movements were not standard, he still persisted.
Before long, his clothes were soaked with sweat.
Every time the boy swung the sword, he was very serious and could swing it up and down continuously.
Until he was exhausted, he fell on the ground with his legs up, unable to move anymore.
"Dog boy, come to have breakfast!"
A gentle voice came from the hut.
"Okay, mother!"
The little boy tried his best to pull his throat and replied. He turned over with difficulty, got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, held the iron sword in his arms, and pretended to be fine and walked towards the hut.
In the hut, a woman in coarse cloth, with a high bun, was holding a bowl of wild vegetable porridge and placing it on the worn wooden table.
The little boy placed the iron sword on the table first, looked at it cherishingly, and then looked at the porridge in front of him.
This bowl of wild vegetable porridge has a lot of wild vegetables, but not many rice grains, so the porridge looks a bit dark blue.
"Mother, you haven't eaten yet. Gou Wa is not hungry, I'll give you the porridge!"
Although the little boy was hungry after practicing sword, he didn't rush to eat this bowl of precious wild vegetable porridge.
The woman turned around and held a plate of black things, "Silly child, you are growing up, and practicing sword every day is so hard, it's good for your body to eat."
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