Yuluo completely held his breath and didn't dare to make a sound at all.

She had already seen that Fan Yu had been refined to the most critical juncture, and her whole mind was completely sunk into the sword.

Drops of sweat came out of his body, instantly wetting his whole body, and then being swept by the fluorescent light of Suyue's robe, becoming neat and new again.

Fan Yu opened his mouth and spit out a gray breath like a dragon.

It is the magic power that can only be used after stepping into the spiritual light mirror-chaotic dragon qi, which is recorded in the recipe of drinking the sun and swallowing the moon.

The dragon qi meandered, flowing up and down, slowly merging into the broken sword, and it seemed that it was about to be completely submerged in the sword body.

That's when —

The brilliance of the broken sword skyrocketed, the sword body trembled like thunder, and Fan Yu's face changed drastically!

Yu Luo clearly saw that a huge phantom roared out from the broken sword, and under Fan Yu's surprise, it flashed into his eyebrows!

And Fan Yu didn't have time to react at all, so he fell to the ground in an instant.

This sudden shocking change made Yuluo almost forget to breathe!

Fan Yu fell to the ground, his eyes flashed, it seemed that there were two wills constantly impacting, and the whole person trembled in pain, as if a thrilling war was being waged.

Yuluo's face turned pale, and his whole body was immediately wet with fragrant sweat.

She looked at Fan Yu, and a strange memory emerged from the demon spirit inheritance in her body.

Yuluo exclaimed, "Sword ...... Sword Spirit!"

As soon as these words came out, an even bigger unfamiliar memory exploded in Yuluo's mind.

In the flash of light, she already understood that this sword must be a rare treasure.

But it was this rare treasure that put Fan Yu in an unprecedented life and death crisis!

- There is a spirit in the sword, which has not been dispersed for many years, perhaps in this long time, it has not collapsed with the fragmentation of the body, but has bred its own consciousness and evil thoughts.

It has been dormant in the sword for a long time, devouring Fan Yu's essence and blood to grow, just waiting for this moment, waiting for Fan Yu to completely let go of his guard, and take him away!

The so-called seizure of renunciation originated from Taoist secret techniques, which refers to returning to the world with the help of other people's bodies.

With the development of martial arts, the art of seizing away has gradually evolved into a vicious method that completely occupies the opponent's body and life by devouring the souls of others and absorbing the memories of others!

And Fan Yu is going through this process now.

There is no doubt that this is definitely the biggest death crisis in the history of his life!

On the floor, Fan Yu's body trembled to the extreme, and even his hands were waving wildly, smashing the ground into terrifying cracks.

Obviously, his situation is not good, and it can even be said that it is in danger.

But in this case, unless it was the Martial God who came into the world and forcibly dispersed the remnants of this sword spirit, no one could help him.

can only rely on Fan Yu's own will to fight and compete with this sword spirit.

Although Yu Luo didn't understand the truth, he also vaguely felt this, even though he was terrified at the moment, he didn't act rashly, and could only keep praying for Fan Yu.

She folded her hands and said with a crying voice, "No...... No...... Just a sword spirit, how can it be the opponent of this stinky boy......"

Outside the cave, I don't know when a violent night wind has been blowing, but all of them are cut off by the formation.

But isn't the scene inside the cave also completely cut off by the formation?

In the heavens and on the earth, there is no one who can help Fan Yu anymore, and he will face this sword spirit bred from the artifact alone.

But the sword spirit itself, can't he only face Fan Yu alone?

Fu Zu Fan Yu!

At this moment, Fan Yu's knowledge of the depths of the sea.

Over the cloud-shrouded lake.

A man's figure with a cloak scattered is holding a giant sword like a galaxy, constantly fighting with Fan Yu's soul.

Although the two soul bodies did not have any martial arts cultivation, it was obvious that the sword spirit body that looked like a man with hair was taller and more condensed than Fan Yu's soul!

Fan Yu is really at an absolute disadvantage.

Fan Yu gasped: "You are really hiding deeply, even I have been deceived by you!"

The sword spirit's eyes flashed red, and he sneered: "Deceive, as a deity, you are also worthy of letting the deity deceive?"

"You, a nether ant, dare to covet the power of the Meteor Sword, and you still want me to confess the Lord without knowing whether you are alive or dead, and you are doomed to be taken away by me!"

After saying this, the sword spirit body flashed away, and the sword light was like a tide, slashing Fan Yu directly.

Even though Fan Yu reacted extremely quickly and dodged the sword without danger, he was still injured by the sword qi.

His already somewhat weakened soul had once again become illusory, almost transparent.

However, at this time, Fan Yu still didn't have any panic on his face.

It seems that between life and death, there is not much for him to fear.

Fan Yu laughed loudly and said, "The deity, you, a little sword spirit, dare to call yourself the deity in front of my Fu Ancestor?"

He sneered: "If in the previous life, don't say that you are just a remnant spirit, even if it is a complete spirit body, or even if the martial god who forged you comes, it will only be scattered by me with a wave of my hand!"

Hearing this, the sword spirit's body shook wildly, and there were bursts of fluctuations.

He exclaimed, "You...... What are you talking about!?"

Fan Yu sneered: "What am I talking about, don't you understand?"

After saying this, behind Fan Yu's soul, a magnificent wheel of light emerged.

Although this wheel of light was shattered and even illusory, it had a terrifying momentum and majesty, like a rushing wave sweeping out.

The sword spirit screamed, "You...... You're not a Nether cultivator, you're ...... You are the reincarnation of the Holy Ancestor!"

His voice had become hoarse and distorted from shock and fear.

Fan Yu shouted loudly: "Now that you already know, why don't you quickly admit the Lord and give in?"

"Get on your knees!"

As soon as these words came out, the light wheel behind Fan Yu rotated like flying.

The sword spirit only felt an irresistible will swept over, and the soul body shook again, and he really wanted to kneel down on the spot.

But he still gritted his teeth and remained motionless, and the lightsaber in his hand was even brighter.

The sword spirit gritted his teeth and said: "No, I have been in exile in the void for ten thousand years, and I finally gave birth to this trace of spiritual wisdom, I just want to be free from now on, how can I become your slave!"

He roared, "What about the Holy Ancestor, you are just a mortal with no realm now! as long as I devour your Great Dao Light Wheel, from now on the heavens and the earth will be great, and I will get it!"

Before the words fell, the sword spirit had merged with the sword in his hand.

Turned into a brilliant earth-shattering rainbow, above the mirror of the heart lake, and burst towards Fan Yu!

Fan Yu's body is illusory, but his gaze is calm.

He said lightly: "Okay, I originally thought that it was not easy for you to cultivate, and I had already given you a chance, since you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

"I'm going to let you know today, even though I have nothing, as a generation of Fu Ancestor, it's not something like you can compete with!"

Fan Yu stood on the surface of the lake and pointed to the top of his head.

"In the name of the saint, the soul is called!"

The space of Zhihai shook for a while, and in an instant, countless souls appeared out of thin air, like the heroic spirits guarding the king, all blocking in front of Fan Yu.

If Yu Luo could see this scene, she would definitely recognize that every heroic spirit here was those people from Linyuan City who died in the flesh and blood furnace!

It's the soul buried in the Blood Spirit Essence!

It's just that under the illumination of the light wheel of the avenue behind Fan Yu, these people do not have the slightest sense of gloom, but are full of an unstoppable momentum.

Fan Yu pointed at the sword rainbow.

"Extinguish!"

Thousands of heroic spirits, roaring and charging, although each one is so fragile, but when combined, it is an invincible torrent.

The sword spirit let out a miserable scream, the sword light shattered, and the spirit and the sword were completely separated.

He was horrified and said, "How is it possible! How can you, a soul in the early stage of the Condensing Realm, be my opponent?"

Fan Yu sneered: "Yes, I should not be your opponent. ”

In his eyes, there was a kind of coercion and arrogance like the great sun.

"But don't forget, no matter how weak my soul is, it's also the reincarnation of the ancestral spirit! Don't forget it, this lake of heart and sea is still my home field!"

Before the words fell, thousands of Heroic Spirits launched an attack on the Sword Spirit.

In the blink of an eye, the sword spirit, which was still menacing, immediately had a tendency to collapse and dissipate.

It was only then that a strong sense of fear and regret finally emerged in his heart.

The sword spirit roared loudly: "Holy Ancestor, it is only the villain who is delirious for a moment to do such a stupid thing! Please also ask the Holy Ancestor to spare my life, I am willing to let you be the master and fight with you!"

Fan Yu's expression was indifferent.

He said coldly: "I have given you a chance, but you don't cherish it." Moreover, my principles have always been very simple, and they have never changed. ”

"If someone saves my life, I save his ten lives, but if someone wants to kill me and harm me, then there is only one fate for him——"

"That's death!"

In the rushing soul tide, a crack suddenly opened in the ground.

At this moment, all the heroic spirits made way for Fan Yu.

Fan Yu wants to take action personally to wipe out the wisdom of the evil spirit in this sword!

The sword spirit wanted to resist, but under countless attacks, it had almost collapsed, and at this moment, Fan Yu held down his head with a palm, and he didn't even have the slightest strength to fight back.

He was terrified, and he still wanted to beg for mercy, but Fan Yu didn't give him a chance at all.

Joke, you still want me to let you go?

If I hadn't had the strength to reverse all this, would you have spared me when you had taken away my soul from me?

Fan Yu's five fingers were forced, and the soul power surged, completely crushing the sword spirit's head!

The sea trembled, and the heart lake surged.

And it gradually fell silent.

The heroic spirits in the sky bowed to Fan Yu and dispersed together.

At this moment, as the sword spirit's head was crushed, his entire group of spirit bodies also completely exploded.

But it didn't go away.

Fan Yu was puzzled: "Huh, the Origin Spirit?"

A milky white light like cotton is emitting a gentle and pure light, condensing and forming from the fragments of the sky.

was immediately gently held by Fan Yu.

Fan Yu was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately leaned out a trace of strength in his soul.

——In the milky white light, there is no longer the slightest idea and wisdom, like a baby in the womb, exuding a pure vitality.

Sensing this situation, Fan Yu's expression became a little complicated, as if he was a little surprised, a little happy, and a little emotional.

On the mirror of the heart lake, a ball of light, a figure, standing tall.

After a long time, Fan Yu laughed.

He held the white light cluster in his hand and said with a smile: "Although the spiritual wisdom is extinguished, the origin still exists, you are still you, but you are not you anymore." ”

These words are said in a mysterious and mysterious way, like a monk playing a sharp edge, and he doesn't know what to do.

But fortunately, no one needs Fan Yu to explain.

Fan Yu said: "Well, since the will of heaven is like this, then this Starfall Sword will be renamed Linyuan from now on, and I will let you re-conceive it again, with a new will, to become the new sword spirit of this sword!"

Before the words fell, the light wheel behind Fan Yu shook slightly, emitting wisps of light that shot into a small ball of light.

A moment later, the Great Dao Light Wheel seemed to have exhausted its last trace of strength, trembled slightly, and disappeared into the heart lake.

A subtle change, in this ethereal space, quietly arises.

......

In the cave, Yuluo's tears have not yet dried.

Her originally delicate and moving face was now so pale that there was no trace of blood, and her whole body was constantly trembling, and even her hands and feet were cold.

- She saw that Fan Yu suddenly became motionless after a painful struggle.