blogombal Chapter 1319 Comprehending the Sword Dao of the Sword Tomb, Refining the Purple Ying Divine Weapon
Chapter 1319 Comprehending the Sword Dao of the Sword Tomb, Refining the Purple Ying Divine Weapon
Zhengzhengzheng!
As soon as Chen Yang approached, the hundreds of thousands of ancient swords in the Sword Tomb rang out with a clanging sound, their sword light soaring into the sky, their divine light obscuring the sun, deafeningly loud, as if it were a deathly inferno, where one step inside meant certain death.
However, Chen Yang was not easily intimidated.
"I'll go too!"
Chen Yang activated his Flowing Cloud Stepping Technique, transforming himself into a beam of light as he traversed the Sword Tomb, rapidly approaching the Purple Ying Divine Weapon in the center of the tomb.
The Sword Tomb is filled with powerful sword pressure, so Chen Yang's Flowing Cloud Stepping Step, which can easily reach supersonic speeds, cannot be used in the Sword Tomb at all. Its power is greatly reduced, and he can't even reach supersonic speeds.
"They really don't know what's good for them!"
The voice of the Purple Ying Divine Weapon Sword Spirit echoed from the Sword Realm, its words extremely arrogant, clearly showing that it didn't take Chen Yang seriously.
Boom boom boom!
The sword realm finally erupted, and towering sword energy, like a waterfall, surged down, heading straight for Chen Yang.
In an instant, Chen Yang was enveloped by sword energy.
The waterfall-like sword energy almost instantly swept away the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain magic weapon above his head, sending it flying.
The Yin-Yang Tai Chi circle on his body withstood the pressure for several seconds before shattering.
At this moment, the heavy pressure of the Sword Realm descended upon him, and Chen Yang felt as if he were carrying a mountain on his shoulders, making every step extremely difficult.
In the end, he only penetrated a hundred meters into the sword tomb, unable to advance even an inch further, and was sent flying away.
The dragon scale armor was completely shattered, and the Xuanhuang Dao Body looked as if it had been gnawed by a dog, covered in blood.
With the blessing of hundreds of thousands of ancient swords, this sword world is truly terrifying. Chen Yang even felt that only a Nascent Soul cultivator could obtain this divine weapon in person.
These hundreds of thousands of ancient swords seem to form an invincible sword formation, with the Purple Ying Divine Weapon being the core of the entire formation.
At this moment, the sword spirit of the Purple Ying Divine Weapon is the commander of this invincible killing sword formation.
Although his injuries appeared severe, with blood gushing out, they were all superficial wounds. Chen Yang's golden blood boiled throughout his body, emitting a thunderous sound, and his injuries healed quickly.
After his injuries healed, he once again pressed towards the Sword Tomb.
Zhengzhengzheng!
Clang clang!
Hundreds of thousands of ancient swords rang out once more, emitting dazzling sword light that could slay gods and destroy forms, terrifying the soul.
"You little brat, you're really stubborn! Sword Realm, explode!"
The sword spirit of the Purple Ying Divine Weapon was annoyed, feeling that Chen Yang was like an unkillable cockroach, never-ending.
If that's the case, then kill him as soon as possible.
It is a divine weapon of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, and it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to know about it.
This is its belief, and also its obsession.
Boom boom boom!
A terrifying waterfall of sword energy cascaded down, crashing fiercely towards Chen Yang. The impenetrable sword energy felt like a thousand cuts.
Even the magical treasure of the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain couldn't withstand it this time, and was slashed and wounded by the sword energy.
Such a sword-based killing formation is enough to kill a Golden Core cultivator, let alone a mere Core Formation cultivator like Chen Yang.
Although he advanced a greater distance in the ancient sword tomb this time, when a thick sword light slashed down like a world-destroying thunderbolt, extremely fierce and domineering, it still sent him flying.
This time, he was sent flying several kilometers away, which shocked him so much that he became somewhat withdrawn.
It's like looking at a mountain of gold right in front of you, but being unable to touch it, only able to admire it from afar.
This feeling is indescribably awful.
This also shows how profound the foundation of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect is. Its swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle. Even a desolate sword tomb is terrifying. It is no wonder that it was the number one sword cultivator sect in the world thousands of years ago.
This time, Chen Yang didn't plan to force his way in. He wanted to comprehend the swordsmanship of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect in the Sword Tomb and temper his physical body with the sword energy of the Sword Realm.
Even the most perfect killing formation will have flaws.
Once you can understand it thoroughly, everything will be as easy as taking candy from a baby.
Chen Yang sat cross-legged on the edge of the Sword Tomb.
The sword energy flowing here is relatively weaker; the closer you get to the core, the closer you are to the Purple Ying Divine Weapon, the more terrifying the sword energy becomes.
When the "Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Technique" is activated, even sword energy can be refined.
His Xuanhuang Dao Body, which was halfway to completion, not only endured the erosion of sword energy, but also absorbed the sword energy into his body, into every inch of his flesh and every bone.
I remain unmoved despite the onslaught of sword energy!
Chen Yang, like an old monk in deep meditation, earnestly sought enlightenment in this sword tomb.
Don't be fooled by the fact that this place is just an abandoned sword mound, littered with broken copper and scrap iron. Many of these ancient swords once had a glorious history, and after their battles and bloodshed with their masters, they were broken and abandoned here.
In this way, some remnants of the sword's way will remain.
If there is only one sword, the traces of the Dao are negligible and difficult to detect.
However, when hundreds of thousands of greatswords were gathered together and activated by a single divine weapon, they all shone brightly and unleashed their sword energy.
The ancient sword intent and Dao traces are quite impressive in scale and are readily available.
At this moment, Chen Yang felt as if he had returned to the most glorious time of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, where hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators danced with their swords in front of him, displaying all kinds of sword techniques and supernatural abilities almost without reservation.
Ten thousand swords burn the heavens!
Wan Jian returns to his clan!
Ten Directions Sword Dao!
The Way of Annihilation!
……
Chen Yang was dazzled by the sight.
All the powerful and lethal sword techniques that Jian Chen just displayed are present here.
Sword cultivators are primarily offensive and offensive. They must possess an invincible sword heart, believe in themselves, and with a single strike, they can shatter mountains and rivers, with nothing able to stop them.
When a sword cultivator reaches a certain level, everything in heaven and earth can become a sword. They are no longer bound by the tangible sword. When they form a sword with their fingers together, they can cut down the sun, moon and stars. A blade of grass or tree can be transformed into a sword and split ten thousand mountains in two.
Time passes day by day.
Below the Sword Realm, on the edge of the Sword Tomb, Chen Yang sat cross-legged, intently meditating, refining the sword energy into his body bit by bit. It was like being in a deathly inferno, extremely dangerous; a single lapse in concentration could plunge him into eternal damnation.
His clothes were completely torn off, exposing his naked body. His flesh shone with a dazzling golden light, making his body look as if it were cast from divine metal, full of metallic texture.
However, upon closer inspection, one can see that his golden skin is crisscrossed with countless striking scars, some of which are merely scratches on the surface, while others are so deep that the bone is visible.
These scars were caused by the sword energy of the sword realm.
Even with his Xuanhuang Dao Body at the half-step Great Perfection stage, he couldn't withstand the relentless and frenzied onslaught of sword energy.
Through the scars, one can also see that his bones are beginning to gleam with a metallic sheen, transforming into golden bones.
At first, his expression was pained, and he only dared to cultivate on the edge of the Sword Realm. However, as time went by, his physical body was tempered and became stronger and stronger, and his resistance to sword energy became stronger and stronger. As a result, the place where he meditated would continue to advance into the depths of the Sword Realm.
The sword spirit of the Purple Ying Divine Weapon saw this and was anxious, but there was nothing it could do.
The surging sword energy was terrifying enough; it could even flatten a towering mountain from top to bottom.
However, Chen Yang was like an unkillable cockroach, with an incomparably strong physical body. No matter how many sword energies cut and slashed at him, he remained unmoved.
Whoohoo!
As if a mountain was pressing down on his head, Chen Yang's breathing became extremely heavy.
With each breath he took, not only was the spiritual energy of the entire Shu Mountain Secret Realm stirred up, but even the Sword Realm above his head was affected, constantly expanding and compressing, emitting a deafening roar.
Two golden rays of sword energy emerged from his nostrils, hissing as they were drawn in and exhaled, resembling two tiny thunder dragons.
Time continued to pass day by day, and Chen Yang kept shifting his body toward the core of the Sword Tomb, getting very close to the Purple Ying Divine Weapon.
At this moment, the sword spirit of the Purple Ying Divine Weapon was surprised to find that the hundreds of thousands of ancient swords in the old site of the Sword Tomb gradually calmed down, no longer as agitated as before, their killing aura soaring to the sky, no longer being tempted by it to spew out terrifying sword energy.
Even the size of the Sword Realm has shrunk considerably, and everything within it has become increasingly dim, as if Chen Yang had unknowingly refined the entire Sword Realm.
The sword light emanating from Chen Yang grew even more intense, as if it were about to transform into a ball of flame.
Although the body was riddled with holes, exposing the tendons, muscles and bones inside, not a single drop of blood flowed out.
Yet, one could see sword energy gushing out from the wound.
"You little brat, get out of here, do you hear me?"
The sword spirit in the sword realm called out to Chen Yang, sounding somewhat anxious.
Because it finally discovered Chen Yang's purpose: not only to temper his physical body with sword energy, but also to comprehend the great Dao of this sword tomb.
As his understanding deepened, he gradually refined this sword tomb and seized its power.
So the hundreds of thousands of ancient swords gradually calmed down and stopped spewing sword energy.
Without the replenishment of sword energy from these hundreds of thousands of ancient swords, the sword realm continued to shrink, becoming smaller and smaller, and the surging sword energy became less and less, with every scene and object within it gradually becoming blurred.
To some extent, the Sword Realm is also being refined by Chen Yang.
If the Sword Realm were refined by Chen Yang, that would be terrifying.
Because the Sword Realm is the Sword Realm of the Purple Ying Divine Weapon, it is equivalent to a Dao Fruit of the Purple Ying Divine Weapon. Once Chen Yang refines this Dao Fruit, it is equivalent to successfully refining this divine weapon, thereby stealing its power.
In that case, this divine weapon would truly belong to Chen Yang.
Upon realizing this, the sword spirits of the sword realm felt a chill run down their spines.
It now has only one thought in its mind: it cannot let Chen Yang get his hands on the Purple Ying Sword; it must bring the Purple Ying Sword back to the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.
This is not a personal motive of Blade & Soul, but an instinct, or an established rule.
After all, the creation of a divine weapon is extremely difficult; even within the Kunlun Immortal Sect, it is a treasure of the sect. If one is defeated, the divine weapon could easily change hands, and who would dare to use it lightly in future battles?
Who would still bother to refine divine weapons?
Just grab it.
"This guy has practically taken control of the entire Sword Tomb site. This place is no place to stay for long. I have to leave." The sword spirit of the Purple Ying Divine Weapon muttered to itself, feeling a deep sense of crisis.
boom!
Suddenly, the remaining sword realm trembled violently, contracted rapidly, and charged towards the Purple Ying Sword stuck in the ground.
The Purple Ying Sword vibrated and began to rise from the ground.
"Trying to escape? Is that even possible? This is exactly the moment I've been waiting for."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang raised his right hand and slammed it hard on the ground.
Boom!
With a violent explosion, several thousand of the hundreds of thousands of ancient swords soared into the sky, forming a powerful sword formation to intercept the rising Purple Ying Divine Weapon.
"I am a divine weapon, who dares to stop me?"
The spirit of the Purple Ying Sword went berserk and roared.
If it were any other day, its roar, coupled with the terrifying pressure it released, would have made all the ancient swords in the sky afraid to approach it.
But now, these ancient swords are driven by Chen Yang, and they don't care about anything else. Even if they are like moths to a flame, or like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, they will still rush forward.
What followed was a scene of a divine weapon battling against thousands of ancient swords.
Dang Dang Dang!
Bang bang bang!
Clang clang!
The sound of fierce collisions echoed through the sky, and for a moment the void was filled with the glint of swords and the aura of slaughter that swept across the entire small world.
Click, click, click!
The ancient sword was repeatedly cleaved and broken, falling from the sky like snowflakes, one after another.
There was no way around it; the Purple Ying Divine Weapon was simply too powerful, while these ancient swords were either defective or already damaged. It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—they would get hurt if they touched them, and break if they were even touched.
Fortunately, there are enough ancient swords, several thousand in total.
After cleaving away all the thousands of ancient swords, the Purple Ying Divine Weapon was nearing its end.
At this moment, Chen Yang slashed fiercely with the Sun, Moon and Stars Greatsword, and the Purple Ying Divine Weapon flew out on the spot, embedding itself in a mountain, with only a small section of the hilt showing.
Chen Yang rushed forward and this time easily seized the Purple Ying Divine Weapon and pulled it out of the mountain.
"Hahaha, this divine weapon is mine now."
Chen Yang laughed heartily, as happy as a child.
It's not that he has a narrow perspective, but rather that he has an extremely broad perspective, knowing just how valuable a divine weapon is.
In the secular world, he had never even seen a divine weapon or artifact.
This divine weapon was even the first divine weapon he had ever seen.
Although his body was riddled with holes and scarred, looking like it had been gnawed by a dog, obtaining this divine weapon made all the effort and sacrifice worthwhile.
Of course, the scars on his body were not in vain; each scar is a medal.
After this ordeal, his Xuanhuang Dao Body became even stronger, possessing obvious Geng metal attributes and even showing a trace of sword body characteristics, his entire body filled with sword energy.
Even Jian Chen's Great Vajra Indestructible Sword Body was nothing more than this.
Chen Yang estimated that the sword-body characteristics of his Xuanhuang Dao Body were at least comparable to the minor completion stage of the Great Vajra Indestructible Sword Body.
Clang!
He pointed his fingers into a sword shape and slashed through the air.
Suddenly, a deafening roar resounded, and a wisp of sword energy shot out from the fingertip. This wisp of sword energy did not transform into sword light, but into sword waves, like golden waves, one after another, eventually reaching dozens of layers.
A mountain was split in two on the spot, and its peak was significantly shortened.
This is an advancement of his Xuanhuang Qi Weapon; what he strikes is no longer a single sword beam, but can even be a torrent of sword energy.
It's really terrifying!
After briefly sensing the changes in his Xuanhuang Dao Body, Chen Yang once again focused his attention on the Purple Ying Divine Weapon.
"With this divine weapon in hand, I have the world at my command!"
Holding the Purple Ying Divine Weapon in his hand, Chen Yang was in high spirits and shouted.