Supreme Emperor of Swords

Now, everyone felt something was wrong.

“Here… is this the hell? Are we transmitted to the hell?” A rogue cultivator said, looking pale.

“Don’t blather. There is no hell at all! We are living people, how can we be transmitted to hell? There is neither bull’s head nor horse’s face here, nor a Yama judge.” Rebuked another rogue cultivator with the magnificent figure, but he had a look of panic. Obviously, he was not as easy as he said.

A depressing and eerie atmosphere enveloped everyone’s mind.

“I think we may have been transmitted to a magic matrix of inscription.” Lin Xin, the handsome teenager from Northern Academy of yellow shirts who had never spoken, said slowly, “I have carefully observed along the way the topography of this street and the shops on both sides, they seem to have been changing all the time on the surface. In fact, many places are the same. For example, the sign of this weapon shop around us has not appeared before, but the decoration and layout inside have actually appeared many times before.”

Ding Hao was stunned slightly, he went into the shop and carefully observed the inside for a moment. Then he came out and nodded.

Lin Xin was right.

What a wake-up call.

Other people also made a careful observation for a while, and they all talked about their own doubts in hearts.

Gradually they began to understand that they really seemed to have entered a very clever magic matrix of inscription. This empty place with evil spirits definitely did not look so big. It was really under the effect of the magic matrix of inscription that the eyes and ears of all people were deceived, and maybe they had been going back and forth for hundreds of miles in vain.

“It is only those people in the Realm of Inscriptionist at the Rank Seven who are able to arrange such a vivid magic matrix of inscription. With our strength, we cannot go out of the magic matrix of an inscription at the Rank Seven unless some of us are inscriptionists.” Lin Xin’s eyes swept across all faces.

The crowd all shook their heads.

The rogue cultivators did not follow the sect, they were cultivating on their own to develop their own strength, they might have fine strength, but they could not become inscriptionists. The nuns of Zero Thought Sect were famous for their horsetail duster skills and qinggong and the disciples of Chopping Sun City for their sabre technique, both of them were not from the inscription sect.

“If so, we can only take a long-term view.” Ding Hao said with a clear voice, “If we continue to break through like this, we will definitely not be able to get away. We’d better find a place to rest for the time being. I think all the major sects outside have already known what is happening here and will certainly send masters to rescue us.”

“Hum, waiting to die? I’m not that stupid.” Crazy Kuang, Lyu Kuang seemed to have been not getting along with Ding Hao very well all the time. He laughed and rejected Ding Hao’s proposal. He said something to several rogue cultivators around him. Then four or five people left the team and went straight away.

Ding Hao also wanted to stop them, but Murong Yanzhi beside him gently pulled Ding Hao’s sleeve and shook her head.

Then five or six rogue cultivators thought that their strength was outstanding and didn’t want to stay, they wanted to continue their exploration. There was not much worry on their faces. Obviously they took this place as a hidden place of the antiquity ruins, they wanted to find something like treasure and secrets here, they had become blind out of greed so that they had lost their mind.

The nuns of Zero Thought Sect stayed.

Although these beautiful girls were all in black with their hair cut, they were still very young, lively and lovely, chirping like sparrows as well. They looked curiously at Ding Hao, Lin Xin, Dao Qingcheng and others. Being led by a young girl with an outstanding temperament like an exiled immortal, those nuns preferred to stay.

The blue-shirted young sabersmen of Chopping Sun City led by Dao Qingcheng also stayed.

The group of 35 people in total found an empty inn along the street and stayed for the time being.

Around the inn, those people arranged some warning measures, and they were divided into several groups to patrol around at the same time. Only then did others enter the room to rest.

After such a long period of continuous toil, many people were frightened and scared. When they entered the room, they felt a heavy feeling of tiredness and went to sleep with their clothes on to rest and refresh themselves.

When Ding Hao returned to his room, the cute little cat seemed to be a little sleepy, he jumped into bed and fell asleep, but Ding Hao was not the least bit tired.

Since this was a magic formation of inscription, Ding Hao was not worried very much.

Because the Sword Master in his mind was a master of inscription, who could definitely break the illusion. Ding Hao tried to contact this old monster again.

“Haha, Little Chap Ding, don’t worry. I have already said that this was your lucky chance. Be patient. When the time is ripe, we will tell you what to do.” The Sword Master, who had been quiet for a long time, finally showed up.

Ding Hao asked anxiously, “What is going on? Are we still in the antiquity ruins of Xiyan Mountain?”

“Of course you are still in the ruins. Lin Xin guessed correctly. This is indeed a magic matrix of inscription. Hehe, although it is a magic matrix at the Rank Eight, it is not in my eyes yet. Hehe, rest assured, and everything is on us.”

The Sword Master said laughingly, then he no longer gave any response to Ding Hao, and he seemed to be busy preparing for something else.

The magic matrix at the Rank Eight?

Ding Hao was shocked. Here was a magic matrix at the Rank Eight, so it was greatly beyond everyone’s prediction.

Only the Inscriptionists at the Rank Eight could arrange the magic matrix at the Rank Eight. The strength of an Inscriptionist at the Rank Eight was equal to that of Martial Emperor. As far as Ding Hao knew, in all sects in Snow Province, there seemed no existence of the strong at the Martial Emperor’s level. It was so terrible to the extreme.

Thinking about it, there was no other good way out, and they could only depend on two old monsters of the Sword Master and the Saber Master.

Ding Hao sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice Shaochong, the seventh aperture of Hand’s Minor Yin, and he must seize the time to improve his strength.

When his Shaochong was warming up, Ding Hao came to comprehend the Sword Intent and saber intent.

For such a long time, Ding Hao had hardly shown his gains in the Sword Intent and saber intent. It was because his comprehension of this unique skill had remained in a state when he just knew them half well, he was unable to make a breakthrough and grasp the essence behind that bottleneck. Moreover, this was one of his killer tools against Mu Tianyang. Therefore, he did not want to expose it too early, but he only practiced it in secret.

Ding Hao spent four hours a day making breakthroughs in this area.

Unfortunately, the progress had been slow, and he was unable to satisfy his expectations.

Today was the same. Four hours later, Ding Hao slowly opened his eyes. He could feel that his understanding of “the intent” had improved a little bit. However, it seemed that there was still a long way to go before he could fully grasp the Sword Intent and saber intent. There was a feeling that one could see the mountain, but he still had to ride for a long time before he came to it.

Fortunately, Ding Hao was very peaceful, and he was not arrogant and impetuous. He was not eager to make progress. After four hours, he no longer tangled about it.