Fang Chen tore off the weeds and vines on the cliff, and sure enough, he saw that the traces of artificial excavation on the cliff were more obvious.
"It's sword marks!"
Fang Chen touched these marks with his palms, his eyes shining: "And this sword intention... is exactly the same as the seventy-two sword techniques!"
Fang Chen no longer hesitated, began to clear away the weeds and vines that covered the cave wall, revealing the carved pictures on the wall.
There are thirty-six of these engravings in total.
Each picture shows a figure holding a sword, practicing an extremely advanced sword technique.
"It is indeed the first thirty-six sword moves of the Seventy-two Sword Techniques, and it is also the most complete visualization diagram."
It's really hard to find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.
Fang Chen couldn't hide his surprise.
There are various methods of inheritance in martial arts in the world.
Books, jade talismans, soul inheritance, text engravings, and so on.
The visualization diagram is also one of them, and it is the oldest recording method.
"Now, let's start to understand these visualization pictures."
This place is the most secretive. No matter the monsters or the powerful Shen family will find it in a short time, it is most suitable for Fang Chen to use to understand these visualization pictures.
Fang Chen sat down cross-legged and stared at the first visualization picture.
He suppresses distracting thoughts, concentrates his mind, and inspires enlightenment that defies the will of heaven.
And thanks to having practiced the "Seventy-Two Sword Techniques" and having the blessing of the Pure Yang Sword Body, Fang Chen's enlightenment can be said to be a matter of course and extremely easy.
With just a cup of tea, Fang Chen was able to perfectly understand the first visualization diagram, and his understanding of the first form of the Seventy-Two Sword Techniques reached a profound level.
Next, came the second and third pictures...
In just half a day, Fang Chen understood all the previous eighteen visualization pictures and at the same time deduced them to a perfect level.
Fang Chen opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Long-term meditation consumes a lot of Fang Chen’s mind.
He sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath, and it took him a while to recover.
Looking at the nineteenth visualization picture, Fang Chen continued to comprehend.
"Boom!"
However, when Fang Chen imprinted the nineteenth visualization picture in his mind, his sea of consciousness was instantly shaken, almost making Fang Chen go crazy.
At the same time, Fang Chen was shocked to find that there was an extra hammer in the sea of consciousness, beating crazily against the power of his soul.
The power of the soul, which was not strong to begin with, weakened rapidly under the critical blow of the heavy hammer.
While the quantity seems to be weakening, the quality has increased exponentially.
"Is this... soul tempering?"
Fang Chen was shocked, his face full of shock.
"The visualization picture behind this can actually temper the soul and improve the purity of the power of the soul?"
Fang Chen was trembling all over because of excitement.
"Mr. Chang said that these seventy-two sword techniques are actually a sword-making technique, and swordsmiths have extremely strict requirements for the soul."
Fang Chen speculated. Said: "So, these seventy-two sword techniques are actually a unique secret technique created by the seventy-two Sanren to enhance the power of the soul!"
The technique that can temper the power of the soul is indeed a secret technique.
"If I can learn all the art of sword-making, so that my soul can be continuously tempered..."
Fang Chen's eyes burst out with bright light, and he was very excited.
The soul is of great use to a warrior.
The stronger the soul, the greater the increase to the warrior himself.
Especially for a sword cultivator, the strength of the soul determines the sword cultivator's control of his natal flying sword.
"Forging swords, forging swords..."
Fang Chen began to have some enlightenment.
Why is this "Seventy-two Sword Techniques" called the art of sword making?
Because this is a training method tailor-made for sword cultivators.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Fang Chen regained his composure and continued to comprehend.
Nineteen paintings, twenty paintings, twenty-seven paintings, thirty-six paintings...
I don’t know how long it took, Fang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and a sword light burst out from his eyes, shooting a sword hole on the cliff half a meter away.
"Sword energy appears!"
Fang Chen smiled slightly.
After studying thirty-six visualization pictures in a row, Fang Chen has greatly improved both the Hongmeng Sword Qi in the Sword Palace and the power of his soul.
Especially the thirty-sixth visualization picture, after Fang Chen successfully understood it, countless ways to use the innate sword energy automatically appeared in Fang Chen's mind.
"I am now, even without the help of the sword talisman, but a strong person in the spiritual vein realm..."
Fang Chen spread out his palms, and the sword energy lingered between his five fingers.
He gently grabbed a rock next to him, and his sword energy bloomed, instantly cutting the rock into powder.
"Thirty-six visualization pictures have improved my attainments in swordsmanship by more than one level."
Fang Chen smiled slightly: "It's almost time, it's time to go out."
He stood up, shook lightly, and a circle of flying dust was shaken around him.
"It's better to destroy these visualization pictures."
If the visualization diagrams of these seventy-two sword techniques were discovered by others, it would be easy to suspect Fang Chen.
At that time, it will bring him endless trouble.
Just when Fang Chen was about to destroy these visualization pictures, he saw thirty-six carved pictures peeling off the cliff on their own.
"This saves trouble."
Fang Chen smiled slightly, and then bowed to the wall with a solemn expression: "Junior Fang Chen, I am very grateful to have been passed down by my senior. I will definitely practice diligently and live up to my swordsmanship!"
Fang Chen strode away without stopping.
Search? "
"Back to you, sir, we have searched everywhere we can, and indeed we have not found anything."
A ninth-level body temperer said in a sullen voice: "I believe that the boy was eaten by the monster long ago, and no bones are left."
In the past four days, they entered the Broken Rock Canyon and searched several times. Not only did they find nothing, they even lost two of their subordinates.
Now, including the old man in gray robe, there are only five people left.
The old man in gray robe heard the words, but seemed extremely hesitant.
Although he also believed that Fang Chen had died in Duanyan Canyon, he was a little reluctant after not seeing the body.
"Sir, think about it."
The subordinate said: "The boy was injured to begin with. The Broken Rock Canyon is not only bottomless, but there are also some powerful monsters living there. That guy has either been shattered to pieces or buried in the mouths of monsters. We continue to search, it is just a waste of time."
"Well, you are right."
The old man in gray robe nodded and said: "In that case, let's withdraw."
This operation has been delayed for long enough, and the losses have been heavy. He has to think about how to deliver the mission when he returns.
"Retreat!"
Hearing the retreat, several subordinates looked happy.
Just one of them subconsciously looked back at Broken Rock Canyon, but his eyes suddenly shrank at this moment.
He unexpectedly saw a palm slowly stretched out from under the cliff, firmly holding it on the ground, and then a familiar face suddenly appeared in his eyelids.
"Sir...sir, he...he is still alive!"
This warrior's voice was as sharp and harsh as a drake's voice, causing everyone to look back suddenly, their expressions changing wildly.
"Little bastard, you are indeed not dead yet!"
The old man in gray robe's pupils froze slightly, and then he said with a ferocious smile: "But this time, you can't escape!"
Fang Chen stood on the ground with one hand and grinned when he heard this: "Old bastard, I am not dead, you are the one who will die!"