The king of defense

Ever since, Liu Bi set his sights deeper into the sword forest. He wanted to understand more sword intentions and realize his own sword intention.

"I don't know what the sword intention of the original host is, and I don't want to occupy the sword intention of the seniors of the Sword Washing Tomb, so this road is destined to be difficult. Fortunately, I have been mentally prepared, so let's go!"

Liu Bi smiled slightly and walked towards the depths of the sword forest.

The further down you go, the more intense the throbbing in your heart becomes, as if it's about to burst out, filled with a burning desire.

But Liu Bi was not in a hurry, and his walking speed was still not very fast.

Along the way, Liu Bi saw more sword intent. Although it was not as powerful as the White Tiger's sword intent, Liu Bi still benefited a lot.

Liu Bi could only slowly understand the secrets, so naturally he could not move faster.

These mottled sword intentions all entered Liu Bi's mind after he realized it.

A magnificent ocean of sword intent gradually appeared in front of Liu Bi.

Flying Frost Sword Intent, Frozen Sword Intent, Mountain and Sea Sword Intent, Mountain-Moving Sword Intent...

These sword intentions are like little dancing figures, trying their best to show off their abilities.

Liu Bi suddenly understood.

The sword-washing tomb, which looks extremely dangerous, is actually not dangerous, but a gift left to future generations by the predecessors of Wanjian Sect.

"Rather than saying that this is a place of trial, it is better to say that this is a place of inheritance."

"The hard work of countless seniors of the Wanjian Sect has been condensed here, and countless sword intention treasures are buried here. Only the descendants of the Wanjian Sect can discover them here."

"I think this is also the reason why Wanjian Sect has been able to prosper so long."

"One Tianjizi can certainly bring Wanjian Sect to the top, but the efforts of countless nameless Wanjian Sect monks are the foundation that Wanjian Sect can pass down for thousands of years."

Liu Bi couldn't help but click his tongue, and a feeling of reverence arose in his heart. Every time he understood a sword intention, he would bow respectfully to express his gratitude.

Although those seniors have passed away and will not see Liu Bi's actions, he is still like this.

This is a kind of fearless devotion.

On the other side, since Liu Bi dealt with the man with the sword, Yin Changkong has never made any small moves, as if this man has no intention of attacking him at all.

But Liu Bi knew very well that Yin Changkong was a man who was determined to retaliate against others, and it was impossible to let him go.

It's just that Yin Changkong hasn't made any more moves. Liu Bi can only stand still and cope with the changes. Let's see what kind of waves Yin Changkong can make?

After walking for three days, Liu Bi had reached the very depths of the sword forest and saw an open space in the distance.

There are some high and low stones standing in the open space. When you get closer, you can see countless stone tablets.

The surfaces of these stone tablets have mottled traces of time, and the writing on them has become blurry, making it impossible to see the content clearly.

Just looking at it, there is a vague feeling that the sea has changed.

Liu Bi thought it was an illusion and murmured: "There are countless stone tablets in the sword forest, forming a kind of huge cemetery. Who is buried here?"

"Perhaps it is the tomb of the predecessors of Wanjian Sect, but according to the information I have, there is no relevant record. Is there any hidden secret in it?"

After pondering for a moment, Liu Bi walked into the cemetery.

In his opinion, blind speculation is meaningless. Only by entering into it can we find the real answer.

Moreover, the call in Liu Bi's heart also came from this cemetery, so he had no reason to refuse to enter it anyway.

Walking into the cemetery, the stone tablet, which was originally only one person tall at most, underwent strange changes.

In a daze, the tallest stone monument rising from the ground was more than ten meters high, and the lowest stone monument was also several meters high.

Liu Bi took a breath, "Am I getting shorter, or are these stone tablets getting taller?"

Looking back, Liu Bi found that the path he came from had disappeared without a trace.

Only the surrounding stone monuments gave off a faint glow, and I could barely see clearly the situation a few meters in front of me.

It seems that it is easy to enter this cemetery, but it is not so easy to get out...

"The life gate is reversed, the eight gates are transformed, there is a formation here, but there is no danger, it should be just a trap formation."

Based on the formation books he had read in the past, Liu Bi quickly made his own judgment.

The situation in front of me is extremely consistent with the conditions of a trapped formation.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are formations with various uses, but in the final analysis there are only three major categories.

One is the trapping formation, the second is the killing formation, and the third is the auxiliary formation.

Among them, the trapped formation has more of a defensive meaning and has no lethality.

The killing formation is extremely dangerous. Once you fall into it, unless you have advanced cultivation, you will not know how to die.

As for the auxiliary formation... a little bit.

Of course, trapping formation and killing formation are not mutually exclusive. Sometimes they can complement each other and produce unexpected effects.

However, those are skills that can only be mastered by masters of formations. Liu Bi doesn't know any formations at all, and he can't even get out of the trapped formation in front of him.

But Liu Bi was not panicked. He calmed down and watched his surroundings vigilantly. He was not worried about the dangers of the trapped formation. He was worried about the people entering the Sword Washing Tomb.

Sometimes people are the most dangerous creatures.

After making these preparations, Liu Bi walked forward slowly until he saw a bright spot. He did not speed up his pace, but walked towards that place very steadily.

When he came closer, he could see a fist-sized ball of light, emitting a dazzling white light, illuminating the surrounding area.

Around the white ball of light, many monks from the Wanjian Sect have gathered, and they are looking at the white ball of light in groups of three or two.

Although they also saw Liu Bi's arrival, they did not pay attention to him and did not say hello to Liu Bi, as if he was just air.

Liu Bi didn't pay attention to this. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the white light ball.

The white ball of light floats quietly in the air, looking very ordinary.

It's just such a small size, but it can emit such dazzling white light, and it looks very extraordinary.

So Liu Bi tried to use his spiritual consciousness to invade the white ball of light, but it had no effect at all. His spiritual consciousness penetrated the white ball of light without any reaction.

"My spiritual consciousness can spy on all real objects, whether they are dead or living things, but my spiritual consciousness actually passed through the white ball of light, which shows that the white ball of light is not a real object. Is this an illusory thing? All of this is ours hallucination?"

Thinking of this, Liu Bi quickly rejected his speculation. Looking at the Wanjian Sect monks around him, it was obvious that these people knew something.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for everyone to waste time around an illusory object. There must be something fishy in it.

But what exactly is this?

While Liu Bi was puzzled, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Come, come, come."

"What's coming?"

Liu Bi muttered to himself, gathered all his thoughts, and stared closely at the white ball of light.

The white light ball flashed, forming a light curtain the size of a person, and gradually stretched toward the surroundings.

With just one breath, the light curtain turned into a light monument tens of meters high. The surface exuded a gleaming white light, illuminating the entire cemetery.

Then two big characters gradually appeared on the white light stele - Stele Sword.

Immediately, a voice came from the white light monument.

"What is the Way of the Sword? What is the Dao? Does Heaven know?"

This voice is rich and vicissitudes of life. In just three sentences, it expresses the state of mind of the speaker.

From initial doubt, to confusion, to loss, and finally to extreme pain.

It seems that this is a monk who is pursuing the great road, lost in his own path of practice, unable to find a way out, unable to find the end, and can only exile himself.

When everyone heard these words, there were no strange expressions on their faces. They sat cross-legged on the ground, bathed in the white light, and began to concentrate on their thoughts.

Seeing this, Liu Bi followed suit, but he was still thinking about the meaning of those words.

Who is speaking?

Why these doubts?

And what does the Stele Sword mean?

These are the answers Liu Bi needs to find.