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Shall I go down, or shall I go down? Ye Bai struggled for a while, and made up his mind to explore under the cliff, seeking wealth and danger.

After this thought was born, it almost immediately filled his mind, and he couldn't suppress the desire to go down to find out, as if there was a voice in the abyss under the cliff calling him, and even the Yuan Shen was about to be seduced by this irrepressible desire.

A succession of good luck has made his confidence high but not over-inflated. Ye Bai patted his face, forcibly suppressed his thoughts, secretly vigilant, and calmed down.

Ever since he became a monk, he had to have countless thoughts in his mind before making almost every decision, and finally picked out the safest one.

This practice sometimes brings him chance and sometimes bad luck, but there is no doubt that it is a good habit.

According to the little civet cat, the abyss below is a natural valley, down to about 500 zhang to see the bottom, the little civet in a play two months ago, accidentally went down to the bottom, found two bones, just found the storage bag of the first skeleton, was scared away by a powerful aura that emanated from somewhere.

After I came back, I was so disappointed that I couldn't open the storage bag, and I never went down again.

In other words, there is at least one other storage bag in the valley, and these two people can go down to such a remote and deep place, they should be the same level of existence, and the contents of the bag should not be bad.

Moreover, what kind of thing can attract two genius qi refiners there, this question is probably more worth thinking about.

Ye Bai estimated that the cultivation of these two people was above the tenth layer of qi refining, not to mention that they were above the tenth layer of qi refining, and even so, they had thrown their lives at the bottom, and he had only just broken through to the ninth layer of qi refining, if he was in danger, he was afraid that it would be even more difficult to escape.

According to Ye Bai's usual caution, he would never go on this troubled water.

But knowing that there is an opportunity waiting for him underneath, if he doesn't see it, he is really unwilling. It's such a thought, out of control, surging in my mind.

Sensing the movement in Ye Bai's heart, the little civet hurriedly waved his claws, indicating that there was some terrifying existence underneath, and persuaded Ye Bai to dispel his thoughts.

Ye Bai felt its concern for himself for the first time, his heart warmed, and he smiled: "Don't worry, naturally it's not now, I still have to make some preparations." ”

The cave of the little civet cat, hidden and quiet, is a good cave. Ye Bai now has a lot of spirit stones in his hands, and he is not as embarrassed as before, so he plans to practice here for a period of time first, improve his strength again, and then go down to investigate.

The preparation that Ye Bai said was first of all the cultivation of the sword light flying technique, if this spell was cultivated, not only would the speed be thousands of miles a day, but even the control ability of the flying sword would be greatly increased, and the attack would be doubled.

Edgeworth rode the wind and eliminated the demons between heaven and earth, such a scene of pulling the wind was almost the greatest desire of every young monk who yearned for the life of cultivating immortals. Ye Bai has been looking forward to this day since he chose sword cultivation.

After making some arrangements for the cave, laying out a few simple formations, and stuffing a few spirit stones to the little spirit civet to explain its careful guarding, Ye Bai immediately took out the jade slip that recorded the sword light flight technique and thought about it carefully.

According to Yu Jian, the Yuan Shen must first be placed in the sword, and the Yuan Shen and the flying sword itself can be combined into one before it can be initially controlled.

Ye Bai's black peach sword has been cultivated for several years, and it is running as expected, it should be the most suitable, but the material is only the lowest level of peach wood, and the attack is limited, since Ye Bai's realm has advanced by leaps and bounds, it has been a little unable to keep up, and it has been slashed so hard recently that there is a slight damage on the edge of the blade. So, I decided to pick a handful of sacrificial practices from the storage bags I had just picked.

Ye Bai sat cross-legged in the cave, took out the six flying swords from the storage bag and identified them one by one, Zuihou picked a flying sword with a simple shape, about three feet and seven inches long, and the whole body was made of black yaoshi.

Among the six flying swords, this sword is not the sharpest, nor is it the most material, but the style is the most ordinary, and after careful inspection, there is no obvious mark left by the creator or the previous owner on the sword, so it will not be noticed, and there is no need to worry about extraneous branches.

Putting away the other five, and recalling the method of sacrificing the sword on the jade slip, Ye Bai's eyes flashed, and he threw the flying sword he picked up to the control, drank softly, and spit out a white refining light belt from his mouth, and went straight to the flying sword, enveloping it in an instant.

A dazzling golden light immediately lit up, and the flying sword hummed, as if it had suddenly been injected with vitality, piercing the shrouded white band of light, and was about to rush out of the cave.

Ye Bai's complexion changed, and he hurriedly pinched a magic trick and released a layer of vitality force field, enveloping the surrounding places, trapping the flying sword and preventing it from escaping.

"It's a mistake, this flying sword still has subtle spirituality", Ye Bai recalled that the first flying sword he checked did not appear in such a situation, and he was surprised in his heart.

According to the common sense of the immortal cultivation world, after the master dies, the sword spirit in his flying sword will gradually dissipate over time, becoming a dead thing without spirit, waiting for the next sacrifice. And now there are still sword spirits in the sword, and there are no more than four possibilities.

The first is that the owner of the sword is not dead, but the little spirit civet has already seen his corpse, and its storage bag can be opened by Ye Bai, this reason obviously does not make sense.

The second is that the sword master has recently died, and it is very likely that he is a genius disciple of other peaks in the same class as Ye Bai. Thinking of this, Ye Bai's scalp was a little numb, and if it was involved in the future, it would be difficult to say.

The third reason is the material of the sword itself, which can preserve and nourish the sword spirit for a longer time than the flying sword of other materials, but Ye Bai looked at it and only saw that in addition to the black yaoshi, the sword body should also be mixed with some dense silver and meteoric iron, and there were no other high-level ingredients. Of course, the possibility of Ye Bai's low eyesight cannot be ruled out.

Fourth, the sacrificial sword technique is different, although the storage bag of the former owner of this flying sword has a jade slip of the sword light flying technique, but he himself may not be practicing this spell, and the sacrificial refining technique is different, and the existence time of the sword spirit will also be different.

No matter which one it is, now that the arrow is on Hyun, it has to be fired.

The flying sword rushed out of the distance, as if encountering an invisible wall, was bounced back, and quickly rushed in other directions, and was stopped by the wall several times in a row. The flying sword roared, turned around, and stabbed towards Ye Bai.

Ye Bai's face turned cold, and he was not in a hurry, and unfolded the aura cover to resist the attack of the flying sword. At the same time, he spit out more white bands of light, wrapping them in layers towards the flying sword.

The flying sword seemed to be afraid of these white training light belts, and hurriedly retreated and flashed away. One chases, the other flees, reflecting this small space is extremely dazzling.

The more spiritual the magic weapon, the more difficult it is to sacrifice, even if the previous owner dies, it is difficult to sacrifice it into his own thing, to use an inappropriate analogy, a child's parents are dead, it does not mean that he has to recognize someone else as his father!

Ye Bai's eyes were slight, and the speed of this flying sword was beyond his expectations, which further stimulated his heart of acceptance. He grabbed a few spirit stones from the storage bag, ran the exercises, and quickly absorbed the spiritual energy in them.

The spirit stone quickly turned gray from its original dazzling light, as if it was dead. Feeling the surging vitality in his body, Ye Bai was refreshed for a while, and once again spit out a white practice, chasing after the flying sword.

Two white rays, one golden ray, in this space, launched a bloodless brutal tear.

With the passage of time, the speed of the flying sword began to slow down, and Ye Bai's state was not very good, his face was pale and his spirit was exhausted, and in just two hours, he had already spit out more than a dozen mouthfuls of natal energy.

Fortunately, the two natal energies had caught up with the flying sword, entangled in the handle, delaying the speed of the flying sword, and gradually, more vitality surrounded the flying sword, like maggots on tarsal bones, tightly surrounding it. The flying sword was forced to a dead end, and his reaction became more violent, struggling violently, and even Ye Bai's natal vitality was stabbed a few times.

Seeing this, Ye Bai didn't hesitate any longer, bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of spiritual energy and blood mist, and at the same time played a trick in the air. A strange handprint appeared out of thin air, slapping the sword with blood mist, and the flying sword suddenly trembled violently, emitting a trace of white gas.

The sound of "bang" continued to sound, and Ye Bai spit out several mouthfuls of blood mist in a row, his spirit was even more sluggish, but his eyes became more and more determined.

It lasted for another half an hour, and there was no more banging sound, and the cave gradually calmed down, and a clear sword roar resounded through the void.