"Is it that even the demon body is not enough to resist the sword I put all my might?"

The soft voice fell into everyone's ears, as if they were lamenting something.

"After leaving here, you should find a god to fight......"

Whether it was the Jindan disciples of the Qinglin Sect, or Wang Yan and Qiyun, they couldn't help but shudder.

"Abandon the North Xuan...... Are you dead?" Zhang Ruoyu's pupils shrank suddenly, staring blankly at the dazzling white light that gradually dissipated in the void.

Qiyun's face twitched, and the corners of his mouth said bitterly: "I really can't sense Beixuan's breath......"

Wang Yan looked like a madman: "Even abandoning Beixuan can't stop him, could it be that the sky is going to kill my Qinglin Sect???"

Chen Chen's cold eyes swept over everyone, just like a king looking at the common people: "Inform all the sects, hand over ninety percent of the spirit stones, otherwise, ...... People die...... Sect annihilation!"

Wang Yan, Qiyun and the others seemed to be chilling through their bodies, and hurriedly lowered their heads, gritted their teeth and said, "It's ......!"

Seeing that Chen Chen's figure flashed away from the void, a trace of resentment flashed in Zhang Ruoyu's eyes: "This person actually wants to blackmail all the sects, isn't there a way for him to take death?"

Wang Yan cautiously glanced around, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Let's hurry back to the sect and contact other sects to crusade against this ...... Adversary!"

Abandoned Cloud stepped into the sky and came to the place where Beixuan disappeared, and after searching for a while, his face turned pale and said: "Beixuan is missing, I need to go back to the sect to determine his life and death......"

If he really falls, the soul lamp will naturally be annihilated, but if Beixuan is still alive, then the soul lamp in the sect is still lit.

……

In the desert of northwest China, a man with wings on his back and a single glance on his forehead suddenly appeared, he snorted coldly, and said: "This son's sword almost cut me down, but fortunately, I have comprehended the magic power of the demon clan, otherwise under that sword, I will have no way to live!"

Chen Chen's figure suddenly appeared on the top of a high mountain, and after he flattened the tip of the mountain with a backhand knife, he sat down cross-legged, feeling the artistic conception of the last sword.

As Chen Chen settled, golden light continued to flow on the brown stone platform, just like the golden top of the holy mountain.

At this time, within a radius of ten thousand zhang, countless heaven and earth vitality all converged, and suddenly poured into Chen Chen on the stone platform.

In the sword qi he used before, the sword intent was all incomparable, but after comprehending the artistic conception of the sword, it made him realize a little will from heaven and earth!

On the platform, the Cold Light Sword struck in front of him.

Dressed in white without wind, Chen Chen's whole person was motionless like a sculpture.

And there was a biting chill around him, as if it was giving birth to the coldest in the world.

As Chen Chen's comprehension of artistic conception gradually deepened, the atmosphere of the coldest in the world became more and more intense.

At the same time, a high-pitched sword groan flowed leisurely on the sword body of the Cold Light Sword, making Chen Chen, who was wrapped in artistic conception, look like a sword that wants to be unsheathed!

But Chen Chen himself was completely unknown, and he was immersed in that artistic conception with all his heart, until the feeling of natural formation in the artistic conception became stronger and stronger......

At a certain moment, when this feeling had reached its peak, the surrounding upside-down sword qi artistic conception seemed to have been pulled by something, and it frantically converged towards Chen Chen, and together with the cold light sword, it merged into Chen Chen's body.

In Chen Chen's divine thoughts, a vague sword shadow slowly appeared, hanging in it.

If you look at it carefully, the appearance of this sword shadow is the same as that of the Cold Light Sword, but its sword body is black and gray, in addition, there is an incomparably powerful sword intent hovering on this sword shadow, setting off a monstrous sword momentum!

Feeling the existence of this sword shadow, Chen Chen breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that the sword shadow in this divine thought represented a certain artistic conception, which was related to the artistic conception of time and space.

"Sir, this is only the early stage of the infant, and he has already condensed the prototype of the small world of artistic conception that only the god monk is qualified to condense, and he is worthy of being the pride of the sky. Ning Zhi and Chen Chen had the same heart, and when Chen Chen had just condensed this sword shadow, she noticed it for the first time, so she was amazed.

This sword shadow represents the artistic conception, and after the artistic conception is comprehended, a small world can be formed, and only then can he enter the realm of the gods, but Chen Chen is only in the early stage of the Yuan Dynasty, so he understands the artistic conception in advance, that is to say, as long as Chen Chen's true yuan is sufficient, there will be no bottleneck to promote the gods, which really makes Ning Zhi dumbfounded.

"The sword shadow in the divine mind seems to be between yin and yang, how can I control its opponent?" Chen Chen frowned slightly and asked.

Ning Zhi naturally knew everything: "As long as Mr. attaches his divine thoughts to the cold light sword, the sword shadow will follow Mr.'s divine thoughts and pour into the cold light sword." ”

The natal magic weapon and the monk share life and death, so under Chen Chen's manipulation, the sword shadow naturally blends into the cold light sword without hindrance.

As the sword shadow entered the cold light sword, the entire mountaintop platform was shaken, and then, a general aura like coming from the underworld gushed out from the cold light sword, and even the clouds and mist on the mountainside were quickly condensed under this cold breath!

Under this earth-shattering momentum, even the entire mountain range couldn't help but tremble!

Chen Chen separated the sword shadow artistic conception from the cold light sword, and the surroundings fell into dead silence again.

"Abandon Beixuan against the enemy again with this sword, I wonder if he can still stop it?"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Chen palmed his hand, and a Yuan Ying with a face like gold paper appeared in his palm.

Looking at it fixedly, it turned out to be the vain appearance of the Qinglin Sect before!

……

Listen to the rain pavilion, in the ancestral hall.

Abandoned Cloud was surrounded by a group of Yuanying powerhouses in the Listening Rain Pavilion.

"Senior Brother Qiyun, where did Beixuan go?"

"Senior Brother Qiyun, will Bei Xuan return to the cave mansion to break through the late Yuan Infant Stage?"

"Brother ...... Abandon the Clouds"

Facing the inquiries of his fellow disciples, Qiyun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said in a deep voice: "My brother Beixuan is not defeated by that outsider, so he should have escaped by using secret techniques. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

"What, Bei Xuan is not that person's opponent?"

"How is this possible, could it be that person is the Yuan Infant Great Perfection or higher?!"

"What the hell is going on?!"

At this moment, a black dot suddenly appeared in the sky, and the black dot fell rapidly and fell in front of everyone.

Seeing the person coming, everyone's voices stopped abruptly, but they heard Bei Xuan say coldly: "After I left, what did that young man say?"

He seemed to be very surprised that Qiyun was able to return to the Listening Rain Pavilion unscathed.

Qiyun sighed, and relayed Chen Chen's previous words to Qibeixuan.