One step of bliss, one step of hell.

One step to live, one step to die.

This feeling is extremely peculiar. Even if Liu Yi knew it and knew that the scenery that appeared in all directions of the Dao was an illusion. Zhilu Dao was in the endless void, and there was nothing around, but he still couldn't help but stop, concentrate and calm down, and observe in all directions.

A dragon-shaped phantom encircled Liu Yi's body. This is a dragon-shaped gangqi, when he encountered the golden scales, the ancient dragon gave Liu Yi the thing that could resist an attack equivalent to when Liu Yi used his magic power with all his might.

There is another looming picture scroll, surrounded by Liu Yi ten meters away.

In the picture, there are many mountains, rivers and mountains, like a world of the world, all of which are a scene of spring harmony, with the spring breeze blowing green flowers and trees, thriving. This is the technique of all things being born, and after breaking through the third layer, it automatically appears in the protective body picture outside Liu Yi's body.

All things have a total of five layers, and the cultivation reaches the third layer, and the strength of the physical body is comparable to that of a spiritual weapon.

During the more than ten days that Liu Yi killed Wusheng**, he practiced the All Things Life Exercises, so as to consume a large amount of life in his body, and although he was almost killed by the vitality this time, he broke through the third layer and went straight to the fourth layer. Now Liu Yi's physical body is as powerful as an immortal weapon!

It's just that there are also different kinds of immortal weapons, there are low-grade immortal weapons, medium-grade immortal weapons, high-grade immortal weapons, and even top-level immortal weapons. With Liu Yi's strength at the moment, the strength of his physical body can only be compared with that of a lower-grade immortal weapon, and if he wants to make any further progress, he still needs to retreat and cultivate.

Plop! Plop!

The golden bones and wings of the eternal wild goose flapped behind Liu Yi. There is also a pair of flame wings derived from the fire veins of the six yangs, stacked on top of each other with the wings of the eternal wild goose, which looks majestic and handsome.

Before leaving Feixian Suo, Liu Yi had already asked Meng Chengshen once, asking the old thief if he wanted to go to the sword shrine with him, but Meng Chengshen was extremely jealous of the sword shrine, saying that he had entered the sword shrine for the first time in this life, and he didn't want to enter the sword shrine for the second time, so he was afraid that he would have his life to go in and not to come out.

The old thief was worried that he wouldn't be able to come out alive, but he wasn't worried about Liu Yi at all.

It's just because the old thief knows that the Demon Emperor of Hengshan has also come to the Sword Shrine.

Even, the Yokoyama Demon Emperor learned a magical power in the sword mound, which is called the Emperor's Sword. even used the sword magic power known as the emperor's sword to fight against Liu Yi, but unfortunately the sword blade of the Demon Emperor is not a pure sword cultivation magic power after all, how can it be able to defeat Liu Yi's half-way sword technique?

In the battle of the Netherworld, the Demon Emperor even became Liu Yi's demon swordsman, sharpening the king-like sword intent in Liu Yi's sword to be more refined. As for the Demon Emperor himself, he was cut off by the sword, if it weren't for the Demon Emperor's extremely strange methods, he used the next three indiscriminate flying head spells to fly his head out of the body, I am afraid that that sword can make the Demon Emperor die of hatred.

In Meng Chengshen's view, although Liu Yi's cultivation is only at the level of a land immortal, his strength is even higher than that of the Demon Emperor. This Liu Daoyou can even suppress Wusheng**, why be afraid of this sword mound?

However, these are just thoughts in Meng Chengshen's heart after all.

Only after Liu Yi experienced it himself, did he know the horror of the Dao Sword Shrine.

Now, Liu Yi is in the illusion, standing between the fairyland and the hell, only half a step forward, before the footsteps fall, the surrounding scenery has undergone great changes, the rear fairyland disappeared without warning, the blood sea hell in front of it has expanded to the point of boundlessness, and Liu Yi's body is located in the middle of the sea of blood.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yijian frowned, and took back the footsteps that had not yet fallen, and the surrounding scenery immediately changed back to its original state, the hell in front and the fairyland in the back.

So, Liu Yi took a step backwards.

The surrounding scenery immediately turned into a fairyland, and the sea of blood disappeared. You can even see cranes soaring in the blue sky, monkeys climbing on strange rocks, hearing the chirping of hundreds of birds, and hearing the sound of the murmuring of forests and springs in the mountains.

"What a fantasy!"

Liu Yi raised his eyebrows, and looked forward to this sword mound a little more.

I don't know if this sword mound was formed in the hands of the younger monks of the Hengshan Land Realm, or if it was something that has survived to this day in ancient times.

In any case, the person who built the sword mound must be a talent who has passed through the heavens and the earth.

Infinite sword intent pressed Liu Yi's mind.

The sword intent radiated from the sword mound and spread in all directions, and if it was close to the sword mound, the impact of the sword intent would be more intense. Liu Yi was only ten miles away from the Sword Shrine, and the pressure of sword intent he was subjected to was ten or a hundred times stronger than Ling Wanjian and the others who were a hundred miles away!

The sword mound is like a sun.

The sword intent emitted from the sword mound is like the sun shining in all directions.

If this sword mound was inherited from ancient times, it means that the sword mound has existed for nearly a certain amount of time. In this billion-year time, the sword mound has been releasing sword intent all the time, day and night, day and night.

"I don't know what the source of the sword intent is!"

Liu Yi sighed in his heart, rushed out with sword intent all over his body, resisted the attacking sword intent, raised his right foot, and took a step forward.

This step is already stepping into the sea of blood.

Thundered!

The blood in the sea of blood rolled, rushing out a huge wave as high as a hundred meters, or even a thousand meters, comparable to a mountain, surging back and forth on the sea surface.

Liu Yi stood in the sea of blood, looking up at the huge waves of blood swept in front of him, and his body was unmoved.

Bang!

The huge mountain of blood waves bombarded Liu Yi's body, colliding with the sword intent on Liu Yi's body, only pretending to make Liu Yi's heart tremble, and a faint fishy sweet taste came from the depths of his throat.

This collision actually injured Liu Yi's internal organs, his qi and blood rolled, and his five internal organs were damaged!

Although the blood wave is an illusion, it is essentially manifested by sword intent. It seemed that the blood wave was bombarding Liu Yi's body, but in fact, when the blood wave hit just now, there was a wave of sword intent that impacted Liu Yi's mind.

"What a sea of blood!"

Liu Yi exclaimed, and a string of white thunder light appeared in his body, circling around the five internal organs, repairing the damaged internal organs as good as before.

With the source of ten thousand thunders in his body, why be afraid of such injuries?

The white thunder had just returned to the dantian in his heart, and Liu Yi's three-inch soul appeared in the lower dantian, and the soul only waved his sleeve, and a green bead spilled out.

The green beads melted in the lower dantian, giving birth to waves of vitality and pouring into Liu Yi's three dantians.

Boom! Boom!

Waves of blood-colored tides came and injured Liu Yi.

The source of ten thousand thunders in Liu Yi's body kept releasing thunder light, consuming mana and vitality, and then repairing Liu Yi's body.

This process is extremely painful.

Liu Yi was unswerving, walking forward step by step, a smile appeared on his face, he was actually happy!

After refining the practice of all things, Liu Yi's physical body was already many times stronger than that of ordinary immortals. Now the physical body is constantly being damaged, and it is constantly being repaired by the source of ten thousand thunders, and in the process of damage and repair, the physical body is actually becoming stronger little by little!

This way of becoming stronger in the physical body has nothing to do with the cultivation of all things.

"In the past, after I recovered from my injuries, my physical body must have strengthened, but the change was too weak to notice. It is only today, when the body is damaged again and again, and so on, again and again, that I realize this way of strengthening the body. ”

Liu Yi smiled, and suddenly remembered the time when he was in the Yuxi Sect with Xue Yu Dazun, and thought in his heart: "No wonder I was tortured and painful when I was practicing, but Brother Feather said that it was only a little painful. I'm afraid that Brother Feather used this method when he tempered his body. Brother Feather controls the source of ten thousand thunders, if he doesn't use this method to exercise his body, wouldn't it be a waste of the source of ten thousand thunders, which is extremely powerful and powerful thunder power?"

Not only was his body damaged, but even Liu Yi's sword intent was constantly undergoing bombardment.

The vast sword intent emanated from the sword mound, and waves of blood-colored tides appeared in the illusion, like huge hammers, constantly beating Liu Yi's sword intent.

The edge of the sword is sharpened!

"If it weren't for the urgency of time, I would need to return to the Qiongyu Realm as soon as possible, the place where this sword mound is located is an excellent place to cultivate. If I practice in retreat here, I'm afraid that I can temper my sword intent to the extreme!"

Liu Yi sighed in his heart, but his pace did not slow down, and he moved forward step by step. "There are gains, and there are losses. In life, after all, you can't do everything from the heart. I don't know when I will be able to be at ease......"

It took half an hour for Liu Yi to complete the distance of strength.

When the last foot stepped out, it was already on solid ground.

The boundless sea of blood around disappeared without a trace, the hard green jade ground under his feet, and a large hall in front of him, with a plaque hanging above the door of the temple, with the word sword mound written on it.

These two characters are written by ancient inscriptions, with gold hooks and iron strokes. There seems to be a dragon and snake flying in the stroke, and there seems to be a clear wind fluttering between the fonts.

There is a faint brilliance of colorful divine power, hidden in the word sword mound.

There is also infinite sword intent, from the word sword mound, through the word!

It was only at this moment that Liu Yi suddenly realized that in the hundreds of miles of void outside the sword mound, it seemed that the sword intent of the sun shining in all directions was all released from the word sword mound.

Just two words, there is such power!

Inside the sword mound, there must be many dangers, how terrifying should it be?

Liu Yi stood under the word sword mound, feeling waves of sword intent impacting his mind, impacting the sword intent in his body, and suddenly a kind of respect was born in his heart.

"The person who writes the word sword mound must be a great god, this is the handwriting of a great god!"

Liu Yi stared at the colorful divine power hidden in the word Sword Mound, and suddenly turned around and looked back at the location of Meng Chengshen and the others, but saw that Ling Wanjian had already left Feixian Suo and was standing about ten miles away from the Sword Mound.

As a sword cultivator, how could he let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to temper his sword intent?

Ling Wanjian did not have the source of ten thousand thunders, nor did he have the small green beads formed by the convergence of vitality, and his strength was far inferior to that of his peak. Therefore, Ling Wanjian was only standing ten miles away, and did not advance half a step.

Underneath the plaque with the word Sword Shrine written on it, a large door is tightly closed.

The door is 100 feet high, and Cui Wei is majestic.

Liu Yi has a slender figure, his breath is like a sword, and a hundred-meter-long pillar of sword qi suddenly rushed out from the top of his head, which was snow-white and dazzling, and the word "sword mound" on the plaque was clearly illuminated.

The plaque lit up, and the closed door burst open.

This method of opening the door of the sword mound came from Meng Chengshen's mouth.

A staircase avenue, built in a door.

The many sword cultivation methods and countless sword dao supernatural powers inherited from the ancient times of the Hengshan Realm are within the gate......