The moment he was sealed, Chang Sheng immediately understood.

He knew very well that there was a ban on ancestors in the Burial Valley, but there was no way out.

Based on Changsheng's estimate, even if I advanced to the early stage of the Golden Elixir, I should be able to barely get out of the Burial Flower Valley under the ban of the ancestors.

Qianyun Forbidden Land, Changsheng had already known it many times when he was in seclusion.

The restrictions in the Burial Flower Valley are terrible. The higher the realm, the more difficult it is to step into the valley. On the contrary, the disciples of the foundation building and Qi refining realms can enter and exit freely.

The Burial Flower Valley, which limits the level of the realm, not all golden elixirs cannot enter the valley. If it is just the early stage of the Golden Pill, it can barely enter the distance of about a hundred steps in the valley. Although this distance is far from reaching the bottom of the valley, it can mean that the ban is not very strong in the early stage of the Golden Pill. As for the elders in the middle and late stages of the Golden Pill, they cannot even walk into the Burial Flower Valley.

It was precisely because of this rule that Chang Sheng chose to Burial Flower Valley to break the realm. Unexpectedly, the realm rushed directly from the primary level to the late stage.

The terrifying power of the forbidden power comes from the depths of the Eternal Night Monument.

Darkness not only enveloped the Changsheng original body, but also enveloped his soul. Continuous nightmares gathered in the darkness, and nightmares were mixed with inner demons and surged in.

...

Wake up from silence and often becomes a state of soul and appears in an inexplicable space.

The surroundings were dim and dark, and the top of the head was covered by black clouds.

Crazy.

It was raining, and it was so cold that my heart was chilling.

Standing in the rain, Changsheng felt cold all over, which made his soul feel cold, which shows that his current situation is not optimistic.

"Dream? Illusion?"

Chang Sheng raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and shook the rain curtain in front of him with one punch.

Crazy.

The void in the rain curtain was soon filled again, and even Chang Sheng could not break the heavy rain that appeared in the soul space.

Because it is not rain, but memory imprint.

In the rain curtain, a hunched figure gathered out. It was an old man with a gentle gaze and a smile on his lips.

"Junior brother, today I will teach you how to practice the sword formation. My Qianyun Sect can stand in Nanzhou for hundreds of years. It is precisely because of the strength of the sword formation. I have been optimistic about this move, called the Yunhu Sword Formation, and you can practice foundation building."

The old man raised his hand as he spoke, and the rain above his head turned into ten sword lights, hovering up and whistling.

"Zhong Wuyin..."

Chang Sheng's eyes became dangerous, and he subconsciously grabbed the neck, trying to activate Qianyun Order to sacrifice magic weapons to block it, but his neck was empty.

He is the body of the soul and does not have Qianyun Ling available.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Ten sword lights arrived in an instant, passing through Chang Sheng's heart, and the bitter sword energy tore his soul body.

The souls that were split gradually gathered together and formed the Changsheng look, but they were much weaker and dimmer than before.

"It turns out that the inner demon sneaked into my memory. When did it appear? It must be the time to kill Zhong Wuyin."

Chang Sheng's expression became bitter and he said to himself: "Sure enough, the disadvantage of advancing too quickly will allow the inner demon to take advantage of the inability to enter. Now he has been exposed by the ban seal of the ancestor. It's good to get rid of the inner demon first and then find a way to break the ban."

Changsheng, who was deeply trapped in the ban of the ancestor, suffered imprisonment in his original body, and his soul encountered a rare inner demon. If he allowed this inner demon to exist, he would be swallowed by it at some point.

A state of mind that does not match the state of mind is a shortcoming of the Changsheng, and the rapid advancement has triggered the spy on the inner demons. Now he is trapped in a seal again. The Changsheng situation seems to be a dead end, but it is also a new life.

Only in the ban can he have the opportunity to truly see through the inner demons and completely eliminate this potential crisis.

His eyes became firmer, and Chang Sheng's soul also became stronger. The old man opposite was still practicing the sword formation, and ten sword lights roared again.

Facing the sword light, Chang Sheng learned the other party's appearance and pinched the sword technique, and also used the Yunhu sword formation. Ten dim sword lights gathered from the heavy rain and faced the other party's sword formation.

Bang!!!

The Yunhu sword formation condensed by Changsheng was not as powerful as the other party, and was instantly washed away, and the body of the soul was cut into pieces again.

The soul slowly gathered and soon returned to human form.

"Come again!"

Chang Sheng pinched the sword technique while crying, and continued to use the Yunhu Sword Formation. This time, the ten sword lights became brighter, but unfortunately they were shattered by the other party again.

In this way, after being defeated seven times in a row, the Yunhu sword formation gathered by Chang Sheng finally could compete with the old man until he overtook it.

"Yunhu...Sword Formation!"

Bang!!!

Chang Sheng broke through the old man's sword formation with ten sword lights. After being tortured and killed seven times, he finally cultivated the Yunhu sword formation practiced by the foundation-building disciples.

When he was in seclusion in Fuyao Peak, Changsheng had no guidance and could only practice based on the records in the book. He practiced some magic and learned some sword techniques, but he was very unfamiliar with the way of the sword formation. The only thing he could barely use was the wood-cutting technique created by Zhan Tianjiao.

Now, Zhong Wuyin, who was derived from the inner demon, actually practiced the sword formation method from Qianyun Sect for Chang Sheng with the memory of the Supreme Elder.

"Okay! Good talent, junior brother, please be careful. The next move is the sword formation method that can only be practiced by the Jindan elder!" Zhong Wuyin's figure laughed and shouted: "Red and beautiful, with a cloud of sword energy, the Red Cloud Sword Formation!"

Buzz!!

Drops of raindrops solidified and suspended in Zhong Wuyin's shout, and were then stretched into thin lines, which flashed with fiery red light, like swords made of flames, with hundreds of at most.

call!!

The hundred fire swords suddenly slashed out, with a speed several times faster than the Yunhu sword formation, and its power was even more terrifying, just like a hundred arrows piercing through it. After the sword light passed, the body of the soul that was always born into a sieve, and the whole body was filled with holes.

After staggering for a few steps, the figure that was about to fall was stood firm again.

Changsheng is the body of the soul. He can't feel pain in this confrontation, but he can feel that his soul is decreasing. If he is killed by the other party many times, the soul will become weaker and weaker. Although it will not dissipate, once the soul is weaker to a certain extent, the inner demon will definitely take the opportunity to attack. From then on, Changsheng is no longer Changsheng, but a walking corpse.

Since there is no way out, then move forward bravely.

While learning the opponent's sword skills, Changsheng gradually mastered the Red Cloud Sword Formation while being stabbed into a sieve again and again, and finally smashed the opponent's hundred sword lights with the sword formation method.

"You can teach me. My junior brother is so talented that he will be famous all over the world in the future. My senior brother will help you and teach you the last method of sword formation."

Zhong Wuyin's smile became cruel. With a grim smile, he pinched the complex sword technique. A large piece of rain was frozen above his head and turned into countless cold sword lights, with thousands of them.

"This is the foundation of Qianyun Sect's establishment, and only the powerful Nascent Soul can practice the method of killing. Look at it, Qianyun Sword Formation!"

With the old man's shout, the thousand sword lights came alive from the stillness. As they hit each other, thunder seemed to be blowing, and the next moment they were hit like a heavy rain.
Chapter completed!