After the ownerless soul was accepted in the sword body, the next step was the arduous cultivation.

If you want to condense the sword fetus, you must rely on the sword essence in the sword body and the essence blood of the sword owner.

The amount of sword essence depends on the grade of the fairy sword.

Leng Qingqiu's ruthless sword is a good sword, but after the ruthless sword broke, it was completely destroyed, and she is now using a relatively ordinary fairy sword.

The quality of this fairy sword is not as good as the ruthless sword, and the sword essence in the sword body is relatively less, in this way, the condensation of the sword fetus requires more essence blood of the master.

Wang Xiaoqiang's Penglai Immortal Sword is a pretty good immortal sword, which is a higher grade than the immortal sword that Leng Qingqiu is making now, and there are more sword essences in the sword body, so that when he cultivates the sword spirit, he will consume less essence blood accordingly.

Both of them are cultivators, and when they cultivate, they can't contain their passion, and they are out of control, and they both bite their index fingers and sprinkle their essence blood on their respective fairy swords.

When the crimson blood dripped onto the sword body, the ownerless soul in the sword body swam like a fish to absorb the essence blood, and then the sword body was hot and shiny, buzzing and vibrating. It's very bizarre.

"Okay Qingqiu, this hurts your body too much. Seeing Leng Qingqiu constantly dripping blood on the fairy sword, Wang Xiaoqiang stopped her. "No matter how important the sword spirit is, it is not as important as your own body. What's more, I hope you can conceive my child as soon as possible. ”

Leng Qingqiu continued to drip blood and said, "To me, pregnancy is really nothing, it doesn't affect my cultivation,"

"That won't do, I won't let you be in any danger. Wang Xiaoqiang solemnly grabbed Leng Qingqiu's hand.

Leng Qingqiu saw that Wang Xiaoqiang cared so much about himself, his heart warmed, and he nodded obediently. "Okay, I'll listen to you. ”

"Qingqiu. You need to know that all cultivation must be gradual and gradual. Greed for merit will only backfire. Wang Xiaoqiang hugged Leng Qingqiu in his arms and injected some aura into her as a supplement.

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As expected, the Demon Sound Wall was floating endlessly in the territory of the Yue Kingdom, and the obscenity and filth scattered in the Demon Sound Wall formed a charm that even the cultivators of the Immortal Emperor Realm could not resist, not to mention those ordinary mortals,

So, the magic sound wall is everywhere. will charm the local people of Yue to death, and they will die and live, and as a result, Yue Guo will stage one after another human drama of corruption and morality.

However, this "Demon Sound Wall" kills both men and women, and it is not something that anyone can resist, unless it is a cultivator with a very firm mind.

There are only more than 30,000 monks in Tianyun Temple out of the cave, and these more than 30,000 monks are scattered into hundreds and go separately to find the magic sound wall.

Finally, in the evening three days later. In a bustling city, a monk discovers the Magic Sound Wall.

At that time, the magic sound arm was suspended on a totem pole in the city square, like an oversized rear-projection TV. The obscene episodes were constantly played, attracting a large number of people to come, and as a result, tens of thousands of men and women were under the great charm of the force. Confused and fascinated. can't distinguish between old and young men and women, and they just get together. I did that shameless thing.

After the monks of Tianyun Temple saw this scene, they only felt that their blood rushed to their brains, their hearts trembled, they all bowed their heads and closed their eyes, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then tried their best to control the magic sound wall, but not only did they not control the monster, but they were almost confused, and they had no choice but to use the communication charm to summon the cloud note master to come.

When the moon white robe supported his body descended to the sky above the city square, the cloud note overlooked the fragrant and beautiful scene on the square, listened to the lewd voice and laughter all over the sky, showed a solemn face, folded his hands, sighed, and said, "Amitabha, wronged, wronged!"

After saying that, he raised his hand against the magic sound wall, and suddenly the moon-white robe under his feet flew out, rising in the wind, and instantly turned into a curtain that could cover a radius of fifty meters, and rolled towards the magic sound wall.

The magic sound wall seemed to have sensed something, and before the robe rolled up, it suddenly shrunk, became the size of a mahjong, and it spun around, and it actually slipped past the huge moon-white robe, as fast as a meteor, rushing towards the cloud paper.

Yun Jian's face was solemn, his mouth proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the golden steel demon pestle in his hand shook, and suddenly the golden light was ten thousand ways, shooting towards the mahjong-sized magic sound wall.

A black demonic qi emerged from the magic sound wall, extremely rich, wrapping it, it was not afraid of the golden light, and rushed straight to the front of the cloud note, suddenly flashed, and suddenly became bigger, it was actually a mahjong-sized crystal, and it became a crystal wall as big as a rear projection TV, and the crystal wall showed the body of the woman's red fruit, and the charming laughter. It's so glamorous.

Yun Jian's eyes widened sharply, as if he had seen the Nine Shadows Demon, as if he had heard the devil's cry, and suddenly closed his eyes again, his face showed a look of pain and suffering, and then he turned around and flew away towards the sky. While fleeing, he shouted, "Withdraw, withdraw Tianyun Poem." ”

The Demon Sound Wall refused to give up and chased after the clouds.

Yun Jian completely underestimated the power of the magic sound wall's charm, or rather, he overestimated his own mind,

He thought that he could resist the enchanting power, but when he saw the red fruit man and woman in the crystal wall, and heard the lewd laughter, he felt his head explode to the ground, and the chaotic qi and blood in his body almost burst his body.

As a senior monk, he has long seen through life and death, he is not afraid of death, he is afraid that he has been confused and like the people in the square, do unsightly, often lose things, not to mention that he is the host of Tianyun Temple, the famous immortal Buddha, the master of the Buddhist cultivation world, the reputation is not only spread in the Yue country, but also in the entire fairy world is a prestigious existence.

So, he was scared, and he fled.

He thought that in order to subdue this Demon Sound Wall, he must unite all the other three Immortal Buddhas, or he must activate the Blood Curtain Great Array in Tianyun Temple. Otherwise, it is impossible.

Chased by the Demon Sound Wall, when Yun Jian fled to Tianyun Temple, the sky had already ended.

Curtain bells, Tianyun Temple gradually faded into the heavy curtain, only the top of the tower of the temple center still reveals a little red light, as the night gradually thickens, that point of light becomes more and more bright, from the initial red, change in turn, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, colorful circulation, glamorous and incomparable.

Although the Seven Emotions and Six Desires are the great precepts of Buddhism, at this time, the monks of the temple who claim to be empty-eyed will involuntarily set their eyes on this beautiful landscape, and even the nuns of the Holy Nunnery near Tianyun Temple will stop all activities at this time, walk out of the house, and look up at the beautiful scenery on the spire.

After looking at it for a long time, those eyes like stagnant water will ripple a little.

Because of the age, the tower of the dead is old and deep, decaying, usually only the sprinkler and the monk guarding the tower go in and out.

The top floor of the tower has always been listed as a forbidden place, even the presiding abbot is not allowed to trespass, therefore, for the beautiful colorful light of the spire, everyone knows very little, the general rumor is: the top of the tower is placed on the first floor of a colorful night pearl, every night, will emit light.

The evening breeze blew, and the figure of a woman flashed in front of the gate of Tianyun Temple like a ghost.

The woman was dressed in black and wore a wide-brimmed hat with a black veil hanging from the brim, covering her face, and she held a black clay pot in her jade-like hand.

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