Chapter 300

The scene changed in vain, and the dim light distorted the space.

Su Bai slowly opened his slightly closed eyes and cautiously looked at the strange sword stele tower in front of him.

This was a vast and boundless space. What made Su Bai feel cold was the tombstone standing in his sight, which was gloomy and terrible.

The silence of the sword monument was terrible. Su Bai only heard the beating of his heart. The corner of his eye quickly swept around: "have you been separated?"

"Li Muchen said whether we can get the inheritance in the sword stele tower depends on chance, so once we come in, we will be separated." Su Bai looked up and saw that there were steps at the end of the tombs. The steps spread infinitely, as if they went straight into the Qingming, which made people feel that there was no end.

"You should be able to go to the second tower through this ladder." Su Bai looked around cautiously and quietly. There was only the desolation and vicissitudes of life emanating from the tombstone. Su Bai went straight to the front tombstone.

There is a faint faint light on the dark tombstone. There is a row of small characters under the tombstone: "anyone who enters the sword stele tower can get the inheritance recorded on this tombstone by dripping blood on the tombstone. Remember, once you drip blood on this tombstone, it means that you have lost the right to choose other tombstones!"

"It's a painful way to choose. There is no verbal description of the tombstone here. Who knows what kind of inheritance is recorded on it." Su Bai's sword finger gently crossed the tombstone in front of him, and there was a sense of killing in an instant. It surged out of the tombstone and appeared in Su Bai's mind: "kill! Kill! Kill!"

With his eyes slightly closed, Su Bai suddenly saw a sea of scarlet blood in his mind. A blood shadow holding a blood sword was dancing in it.

"So it is!" Su Bai murmured and turned to the ladder. His white sword fingers crossed the tombstone one after another: "Li Muchen is right. There are countless strong inheritance in the sword stele tower. The stronger the inheritance, the better, but the inheritance that is most suitable for him."

The moment he stepped on the ladder, Su Bai suddenly felt that a pressure that had never existed before came out from heaven and earth. Su Bai looked up at the ladder as deep as the stars and thought, "I'm afraid the pressure will become more and more terrible. This ladder is a test of cultivation and his own will. If so, it would be too boring."

Su Bai stepped up the second step without any pause, and his footsteps suddenly rippled in the empty double sword stele building.

There are more than a hundred steps. When Su Bai stepped on the second floor of the sword stele building, he found that the steps behind him seemed to have disappeared. Noting this, Su Bai couldn't help thinking of the dialogue between Plato and Socrates in previous generations: "life is like walking through wheat fields and woods once, you can't look back. To find your own best ears, trees and flowers, you must know how to choose!"

"The more you go up, the stronger your inheritance will be. However, for most people, the stronger your inheritance will be, the more difficult it will be to understand, until it will be empty. But for me, what to do is to choose the most suitable inheritance among the strongest inheritance." Su Bai smiled brightly at the corners of his mouth, with the help of the system. He believed that no matter how difficult the inheritance is, he can understand it, With his eyes closed, Su Bai continued to walk forward, and his fingertips also crossed the tombstones on both sides.

Just when most people set foot on the second double building, the old man with white eyebrows and the old man with heavy pupils were talking outside the sword stele building. Suddenly, they saw that the ancient sword stele building was shining and dazzling.

The old man with white eyebrows looked at the light and said with a smile: "Tut Tut, Langya sect has ushered in an era of talents. In the past, Chu Xiu and inverse Mufeng are the capital of demons, followed by Kong and sad love songs. In addition to the defeat of Su, I believe that a hundred flowers will bloom in a few years. At that time, I may have the opportunity to become a first-class force in the last sword field."

Old ChongTong nodded and said plainly, "although Su Bai's cultivation is not as strong as the previous ones, his Kendo talent is not comparable to them. If I remember correctly, Su Bai should still be a minor."

Li Muchen's sword eyebrow picked without trace and whispered, "the patriarch once asserted that Su Bai's cultivation talent is unmatched in Langya sect."

"No one can match?" the white eyebrow old man looked slightly stunned and immediately shook his head: "Su Ying had reached Tiangang at his age. Although Chu Xiu and inverse Mufeng were not as fierce as Su Ying, their cultivation achievements also stepped into Tiangang. Su Bai's cultivation talent can only be said to be a genius."

Li Muchen shook his head and said, "a few months ago, his cultivation was just four times into the Tao!"

"Four times into the road?" the eyes of the two old men quickly moved away from the chessboard and fell on Li Muchen's face.

"To be exact, three years ago, his accomplishments reached the Ninth level of entering the Tao, but his Dantian was broken. After three years, his accomplishments retreated to the fifth level of entering the Tao. A few months ago, he participated in the blood refining with the fourth level of entering the Tao, and more than a thousand external disciples participated in the blood refining. He was the only one who survived. At that time, his accomplishments reached the Ninth level of condensing Qi!"

"He won the title of Langya with half a step of condensing Qi cultivation. Up to now, the new internal disciples have reached nine levels of condensing Qi cultivation!"

Li Muchen's voice was shocked with horror. His voice had just fallen. Both the old man with white eyebrows and the old man with heavy pupils swallowed their saliva, looked at each other, and showed some shock and surprise in his eyes: "that is to say, the strength of this little guy is only the fruit of his cultivation in the past six months?"

Li Muchen smiled helplessly at the corners of his mouth. Only when he really contacted Su Bai did he know how terrible his talent was. "More than ten days ago, he practiced in the penalty hall. At that time, he exchanged five non-standard martial arts in Langya sword card Pavilion. In less than ten days, he trained those martial arts to the level of a generation of masters."

"At the same time, he once carried out the task of distributing sects, obtained several sword arrays, and mastered the sword array in less than a month."

"In this quota competition, he killed two Tiangang Erzhong with the cultivation of condensing Qi jiuzhong."

Li Muchen tried his best to describe the situation of Su's defeat in a calm tone, but in the end, his voice took a little vibrato.

"His control over the sword idea has reached the point of perfection, and even condensed the sword array with the sword idea." Li Muchen turned his head and looked at the old man with white eyebrows and the old man with heavy pupils. He clearly saw that their decaying bodies suddenly shook, and also saw the shock and ecstasy pouring out of their indifferent face.

The old man with white eyebrows and the old man with heavy pupils slowly breathed out their breath, and their eyes showed a look of ecstasy: "As long as the sect is willing to devote all its efforts to cultivating the devil's capital, our Langya sect will be stronger than the Taoist base in a few decades. At that time, I'm afraid even in the end of the sword domain, our Langya sect is not afraid of the rotten Ke Hall of Xituo, and even has the hope to drive together with those forces."

"Li Muchen, no matter how heavy the price Langya Zong pays, he will protect Su Bai!"

The old man's voice was very firm, and some excitement appeared on his old face: "The life fluctuation of me and the chess addict is getting weaker and weaker. The only regret in this life is that we can't see the rise of Langya sect, and now the emergence of Su Bai has also brought us the possibility. Mother, if those bastards in the old Xituo Langke hall do too much again, my chess devil will not want this old life and will kill Xituo Langke hall."

Li Muchen gazed at the slightly crazy old man with white eyebrows and the old man with heavy pupils. His eyes showed admiration. People like them had already seen through life and death. In their hearts, the glory and glory of Langya sect were higher than their own life, and whispered: "The patriarch began to clean up the spies in the sect a few days ago. At the same time, Langya sect is always ready to deal with the Langke hall in Xituo. The patriarch once said that even if Langya sect is buried, it should protect Su Bai."

"As long as Su Bai, Chu Xiu, counter Mu Feng, Kong and sad love songs can grow up unharmed, even if we are removed from Huangya Prefecture, Langya sect will rise in the end sword region one day. Just like your generation, Su Ying, Chu Ge, bu Jingxian and Li Muchen, you make Langya sect the overlord of Huangya Prefecture, and they will also make Langya sect the overlord of the end sword region Lord, I even have a chance to squeeze into the real stage of the wilderness! "The old man with white eyebrows turned to the ancient sword stele tower, and the chess pieces in his hand fell on the chessboard, and the killing intention surged up.

Hearing these words, Li Muchen was a little moved. He knew that there were two more figures on the road of Su Bai's cultivation in the future to block the wind and rain. He raised his eyes and looked at the sword stele tower, muttering: "little fellow, don't let us down. What we can do is to make you fly higher."

"I remember when Chu Xiu first entered the sword stele building, he stepped on the sixth floor. Su Ying is the seventh floor. Chu Ge and bu Jing fairy are the fifth floor. You Li Muchen are the fourth floor. I don't know how many floors you can step on?" The chess pieces in the hands of the old man ChongTong fell slowly, and the whole chess game became like a pool of stagnant water again. At the same time, there was a dazzling brilliance on the sword monument again