The sword Qi was constantly crisscrossing in Xiao Yang's body. It was very violent. Every time the sword Qi was slashed out, it was very sharp and terrifying. It made people feel that it was difficult to resist.
However, every time the little people in Xiao Yang's body waved their swords, the mystery would fall into his sea of consciousness. Everything was natural. It was as if he could absorb all the Divine Intent with just a thought.
It could be said that those little words were the moves. Their mystery was as if they were engraved in Xiao Yang's sea of consciousness with a sword seal. Even if he wanted to forget them, it was very difficult.
Xiao Yang was still a little surprised by such a thing. He did not expect that in these three thousand small worlds, there would be a mighty figure who could pass down his sword moves.
Although Xiao Yang did not know what exactly was going on, he could already guess what was going on in his heart. It was probably some almighty who did not want his sword technique to be lost, so he used his Divine Will to carve the words and preserve it. As long as the fated person arrived, he could accept this inheritance.
However, it was definitely not an easy task to accept this inheritance. If it was someone with a weak strength, they would probably end up dying under this fierce sword intent.
Although the sword moves were very exquisite, one could still feel the imperfections in it. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as a flaw. The reason was very simple. Some of the sword moves were intermittent and could not be connected at all.
Moreover, some of them were missing some charm. Some important things had disappeared without a trace.
It was unknown if something happened when the mighty figure engraved the words, but he was unable to pass down the entire set of sword techniques.
Of course, there was another possibility. That was, there were many cultivators who came to the Tomb of the God of Sin. Some of them were lucky enough to come to this stone tablet to comprehend it. They took away some of the sword intent and left behind these intermittent sword moves that were not very powerful.
Of course, the second possibility was still higher. If a cultivator wanted to keep something that he was proud of, he would naturally not be stingy.
They also wished that someone could accept their inheritance and carry it forward. In the end, if they could engrave words in the wilderness, it meant that they had no other choice but to do so.
Immediately, Xiao Yang absorbed most of the words. When he opened his eyes, he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
The words on the stone tablet were still there and did not disappear at all. However, the charm was simply worlds apart from before.
It had to be said that Xiao Yang still felt a little regretful that he could not completely absorb the stone tablet inscriptions. If he had comprehended all of them, he would still feel a little imperfection in his heart because the Divine Intent in the stone tablet inscriptions was originally incomplete!
However, the sword moves left in his heart were also not bad. He could carefully ponder and ponder over them.
It could be said that Xiao Yang's attainments in Sword Principle had improved by leaps and bounds just by absorbing a portion of the Divine Intent from the inscription. Such an opportunity was not big, but it was not small either.
If a Sky Sword Realm cultivator encountered this stone tablet inscriptions, the comprehension they could obtain would be extraordinary. It was very possible that they could even take all of the Divine Intent in it for themselves.
Soon after, Xiao Yang stood up and patted off the dirt on his body. Then, he cupped his hands and bowed to the stone tablet.
Although he did not obtain all of the Divine Intent in the stone tablet inscriptions, it was still a great gift. Regardless of whether the owner of the stone tablet inscriptions had completely decayed or not, the most basic gratitude was still needed.
This was the case in the Tomb of the God of Sin. There might be opportunities everywhere, but whether you could seize them or not was another matter. No one could say for sure, and it was impossible to be sure!
Although Xiao Yang used a long time to find the stone tablet inscriptions, it was only the beginning.
Xiao Yang closed his eyes and felt the Divine Intent he had just obtained. In this short period of time, it had completely fused into one. As long as he made a move, he would be able to display the charm of it.
Sword Qi constantly appeared on Xiao Yang's fingertips. It was incomparably sharp!
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, causing the wounds on Xiao Yang's body to hurt. He subconsciously gritted his teeth and his face turned ugly.
This Tomb of the Gods was really a land of death. Even if there were great opportunities, it was difficult to leave a good impression of this place.
The origin of the Tomb of the Gods, no matter how one looked at it, was the burial place of the ancestors of the God Realm. All these years, there had been people disturbing their peace. How could they not be angry?
Soon, Xiao Yang's expression changed slightly. This was because he felt an inexplicable aura. He was a little annoyed and even a little scared.
This state appeared very inexplicably, but once it appeared, it hinted that something was about to happen. That was an instinctive chill. It was also a warning that came from the depths of his heart.
Xiao Yang did not dare to be the slightest bit careless. He raised his eyes and looked around. He found that there was a mass of gray fog in front of him that was rapidly surging over.
The fog was gray and heavy, making it particularly conspicuous. At the same time, the death aura that it emitted was even more intense.
Looking at that mass of death aura, Xiao Yang's heart was slightly shocked. He secretly cursed in his heart. What he was worried about still happened.
In this lifeless Tomb of the God of Sin, in this completely enclosed space, monsters unique to this place were born.
The reason why it was called a monster was because it was not alive. It could not be considered a cultivator. Of course, because it did not have self-consciousness, it could not be considered a ghost. It could not even be considered a Silver Spirit.
This thing that was born from the death aura could not be tolerated by both the Yin and Yang Realms. It was nothing. It could only be described as a monster.
That mass of gray fog quickly landed in front of the stone tablet. Gradually, it turned into a human figure and landed there.
That mass of fog that had taken the form of a human was studying the stone tablet in an intoxicated manner.
All of a sudden, it seemed to have realized that something was missing from the stone tablet. It abruptly turned its head, and its eyes widened in shock!
It was as if the owner of this place was looking at a thief who had stolen its things. The aura that was reflected from its eyes became exceptionally cold. It was as if it was the God of Death, incomparably furious!
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