Fangcun Mountain, Sanxing Cave.

The void room is white, the divine light is shining, the chaotic starlight is like a pillar, hanging to the sky, the spiritual veins of the earth are like a net, crisscrossing and weaving, gathering immeasurable aura, surging like a tide, and the smoke is thick, illuminating the entire deep and silent cave.

In the center of the starlight of the Spirit Sea, the five elements are in rebellion, there is a terrifying sharp sword qi, piercing the void, and the five divine swords are suspended in the sky to suppress, giving birth to gold, wood, water and fire, and the four elements change.

Sometimes incomparable, sometimes endless, sometimes cold and vast, sometimes blazing and furious, in the midst of this, a Xuanhuanggang sword, hanging in the center, like the ancient mountain of the gods, suppressing the Quartet.

The earth void, there is constantly a breath of Xuanhuang earth, condensed like a dragon, from all directions towards the central earth sword, constantly casting and condensing, stirring up a thick and boundless ripple waves, Xuanhuang sword light.

Sitting on the spiritual platform with his eyes closed, the starlight above his head was chaotic, and he was introduced into the body, with the roar and flow of qi and blood in his body, scattering into the limbs and hundreds of remains, refining the edge of the sword body, and the Nine Heavens Dao Law in his body was running extremely fast, and the sword aperture of the Quartet was immeasurable, like an ancient glutton, frantically devouring the aura of the cave.

At this time, if there were outsiders present, they would inevitably be shocked by the scene in front of them, because the spiritual energy surging out of dozens of spiritual veins in the entire cave was swallowed up by Broken Sorrow, and with him as the center, a terrifying spiritual energy vortex was formed, rumbling and twisting, shattering the void.

This majestic and rich aura was condensed and compressed by the Dao of Broken Sorrow, and all around him was ten zhang long, it had turned into a substantial spiritual liquid, full of colors, rolling and rolling, as if a long whale was sucking water, along the pores of his body, frantically pouring into his body, along the route of the Dao Method, carrying Zhou Tian.

This power was finally divided into two, one strong spiritual power merged into the Zifu Jindan, and the other was the Dao Law Sword Qi, as if the sword river was surging, washing the sword bones along the meridians, and subsuming into the Quartet Sword Aperture.

If you look at yourself with divine thoughts, you can see that the Tianlin sword bone on the back of the broken sorrow has been refined like gold and jade, and the golden mangye is like a peerless divine sword hidden in the body, sharp and domineering.

The four square sword knots are of different colors, distributed in the Shendao, Zhiyang, shoulder well, life gate, and four big caves, with Yimu, Guishui, Dinghuo, and Situ, the four five elements of the true element are the true spirits, forming a black hole of sword qi, constantly swallowing the qi of the five elements swimming in the body, transforming into wisps of sharp sword qi, refining and hiding.

Among them, the weakest sword technique in the past, refining the true yuan at this moment, is expanding at an astonishing speed, and its momentum is constantly rising.

One day, two days, three days, in this silent cave, time passed silently day by day, and in the blink of an eye, more than two months passed.

Just when most of the sorrow was broken, and the last pulse of the Earth Divine Sword was about to be completed, his heart suddenly throbbed, and a terrifying aura haunted his heart from the void and namelessness.

At the same time, on his palm, a blood-colored line appeared, and a strange mark appeared.

The sword light behind him shook, Xuanhuang scattered, his body was shaken, and he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was like a sword bursting into the sky, exuding a cold and cold atmosphere.

At this moment, the void condensed, and the temperature of the entire cave house became cold.

Broken Chou frowned, raised his hand and glanced at it, this blood-colored mark was imprinted with a terrible and hideous rune, with strange lines on it, which looked extremely distorted, and looked like a wailing undead ghost.

As he stared, he saw that the mark writhed like a snake, emitting a blood-colored light, as if it had come to life, and a blood-colored resentful spirit opened its bloody mouth and flew out of the mark.

"Extinguish!"

Broken Sorrow's eyes were cold, not half frightened, just indifferent, it had already stretched out most of his body from the palm imprint, two blood-colored sharp ghost claws, and the blood-colored resentful spirit that was only an inch away from his eyes, was killed on the spot by a terrifying sharp breath, and was annihilated in response.

It's just that although the resentful spirit has dissipated, this blood-colored mark is still imprinted in his hands.

The sword eyebrows of the broken sorrow frowned slightly, urging the sword qi in the body to twist, but the sword qi floated out of the body, to no avail, as if this mark did not exist at all.

Then, he tried to use spiritual power to persecute, the primeval gods corroded, the Heaven Sealing Law suppressed, and the power of the galaxy was washed, but all kinds of Dao power was exhausted, but it had little effect.

Sorrow's eyes flashed, and he turned to cast the Divine Thought Creation Technique, using the powerful power of the Divine Mind to expel it, but this time, it provoked a great reaction, and the blood-colored imprint was in his sea of consciousness, turning into a hideous evil ghost and roaring fiercely, encroaching on the divine soul.

However, now that the sword heart is like a god, and after cultivating the divine mind creation technique, the power of the divine soul's will has become extremely powerful, and even the power of the Nirvana Dao Monarch's Dao power cannot suppress him, let alone this strange spell mark that has appeared inexplicably.

After a long period of war, the soul of Broken Sorrow remained stable, and finally the mark was erased.

However, before he could rejoice, the mark soon grew again, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it took a day to wipe it out again, and after half an hour, the blood-colored mark reappeared, and the power of the bloody ghost became stronger and stronger each time.

After a few times, he watched the blood-colored Soul Eater Curse Seal, which would not be dispersed and extinguished, resurfaced, and impacted the sea of consciousness, ferociously devouring his divine soul.

The pupils of Broken Sorrow shrank, and the sword fingers fell, but without hesitation, he cut off the palm of his right hand with the mark, the whole wound was as smooth as a mirror, and the palm was broken at the wrist, without a trace of sword blood flowing out.

However, before the severe pain came, the palm of the hand had not yet landed, and the sorrowful gaze was fixed, but it was found that the blood-colored mark had been directly transferred to the left hand.

Duan Chou's face was gloomy, staring at the strange blood-colored mark, his eyes were cold, but it was faintly with a bit of solemnity, this soul devouring spell mark was extremely poisonous, powerful, and beyond his imagination, until now, he no longer dared to erase it easily, and could only spend his mental strength to maintain the suppression.

In this way, although it can be guaranteed for the time being, but after a long time, his energy will eventually run out, his mind will be weak, and he will inevitably be devoured by the soul, and what is even more dangerous is that he is now at the critical point of cultivation, the Five Elements Divine Sword is about to be consummated, and if he takes a step back, he will be defeated, and it will easily destroy the Dao Ji and go mad.

The other party chose to cast a spell at this time, obviously because he had already calculated, and his mind was not vicious.

"This is a curse technique of devouring souls and destroying bodies, using blood and qi as a medium to never die, extremely vicious, who is doing the plot!

Broken Chou looked at the Soul Eater Mark in the palm of his hand and thought to himself.

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