Qin Hao's white-robed body, even if he was back, was mysterious and unpredictable.

Wang Anxu couldn't figure it out, Qin Hao was able to make the Great Luo Realm Yin God bow his head in just a few words, and his face was full of shock.

Qin Hao moved the qi of the two great avenues, and the ten-zhang dantian shook, accompanied by the qi of Hongmeng, and cracks on the purple mang's great array were vertical and horizontal.

In Wang Anxu's frightened gaze, the forbidden array shattered.

An extremely terrifying soul power is faintly dissipating, and the Golden Immortal of the Great Luo Realm, which has fallen for thousands of years, is still extremely terrifying even in this situation.

That was the Northern Regions, once a second-grade great sect, an elder under the heritage.

This is the real Yin God Heaven and Earth, even if the body collapses, there is a chance to survive in this world, if it weren't for Qin Hao's Qi and forbidden power, perhaps, he would have to flee away.

Qin Hao looked at the power of this Yin God, like a drop in the ocean, that kind of insignificance, Qin Hao sighed faintly.

However, in the next moment, in Qin Hao's eyes, two black and purple lights suddenly flickered, as if they were moving something.

In the ravine, there was a sudden tremor.

In an instant, two two-color torrents seemed to pass through Qin Hao's body, condensing next to the Nine Heavens Sword, and then generating two immortal fires, one was extremely proficient, and the other was demonic purple.

The immortal fire was blazing, scorching the Nine Heavens Sword, but in a hundred breaths, the pitch-black sword blade had turned red.

Qin Hao's face turned slightly pale, obviously a little intense, but he didn't care, "If you don't enter at this time, when will you wait!"

A clear voice sounded slowly, echoing beside Mai's figure.

The seal method in Qin Hao's hand condensed, and at this moment, a dark purple immortal bridge came from the edge of the Nine Heavens Sword, leading to the foot of Li Qingdao.

The Dark Purple Immortal Bridge, Ruo Fengxia, at this moment, at the end of the Dark Purple Immortal Bridge, a child who was only seven or eight years old was looking coldly at the Mai figure.

In Li Qingdao's eyes, a faint light flashed.

"It's just a remnant vein spirit, do you want to fight me?" Li Qingdao spoke, he looked at the end of the fairy bridge, and looked at the child.

The child's eyes were full of coldness, and he had already seen everything in the immortal fire transformed by the qi of these two Dao rules.

His spirit is still young, but against the remnant soul Yin God, it is unknown who killed the deer.

The next moment, the cold pupils were instantly filled with anger, as if his thoughts were moving, and a trace of secret power came out in an instant, turning a sharp spear into Li Qingdao.

This is the power of the soul body, this kind of secret power attack, as if through space, like the nine heavens in an instant.

Li Qingdao sneered, "The young spirit also wants to beat me!?"

Rumble!

In an instant, the sharp spear shattered.

If the sand is powdered, the sharp spear will disappear.

That's not an illusion, but the pulse spirit is going to fall into the next place after all.

Their attack also made Qin Hao feel slightly frightened, he also knew a lot about the soul power, but he had never used it once, at this moment, Li Qingdao's battle with the pulse spirit had already made him understand half of it.

However, Li Qingdao and Mai Ling may have misinterpreted his meaning.

Although there can't be two sword spirits in one sword weapon, it has never allowed them to fight to the death.

is a duel, the winner is separated, and what can be done, it is not as good as the blending of the two.

The pulse spirit is only the soul power is extracted, and the spirit intelligence is low, but Li Qingdao is not enough for this shortcoming, the body of the pulse spirit is not weak, and the two complement each other.

"You don't have to fight, the spiritual wisdom can be compatible, and you can both preserve the spiritual sense, but the process is a little painful!"

Qin Hao spoke slowly, and the Dark Purple Immortal Bridge was also shaking slightly.

Li Qingdao, it is inevitable to be able to defeat, but this is not the result he wants.

Qin Hao raised his eyes and looked at the two stunned figures on the Dark Purple Immortal Bridge, he took a deep breath, flicked his fingers, and the Nine Heavens Sword rose from the ground and landed between Li Qingdao and the pulse spirit.

"Let's get in!"

Behind Qin Hao, Wang Anxu looked at this unbelievable scene, and was even more dumbfounded.

He never thought that although the sword in Qin Hao's hand was only seven grades, it contained a sword spirit, and this sword spirit was transformed by the spirit of a spiritual vein, how incredible.

It is the thousands of magic weapons in his hands, and there are not many of the seven grades, and he has not reached the realm of Naling.

His eyes were slightly condensed, Qin Hao, how many secrets did he not know?

Li Qingdao stared at Qin Hao and didn't make a sound, on his sackclothed body, cracks spread, his body was shattering, and gradually, it turned into a rainbow light and merged into the Nine Heavens Sword.

"Don't let me down!"

Li Qingdao's voice sounded in this ravine.

Rumble!

With the pulse spirit rushing back into the sword body, under this dark purple two-color fairy fire, the original edge of the Nine Heavens Sword was slowly restrained, but in the end, it gave people a simple and unpretentious feeling.

The dark purple fairy bridge is dispersing, the immortal fire is dissipating, and finally disappearing between heaven and earth.

The Nine Heavens Sword was inserted into the ground, the sword body was groaning softly, trembling, and in the center of the sword body, a faint light flickered.

Suddenly, a vast aura was like Lingyun Heaven and Earth, and in the vast secret power, in front of the Nine Heavens Sword, there was a person standing proudly.

This person made Qin Hao's eyes shrink, and he faintly had a feeling that the person in front of him was extremely familiar.

"Is this the Northern Regions Desolate Sect, Li Qingdao, itself?"

However, the gas between the eyebrows did not seem to be Li Qingdao. ”

Qin Hao looked at the figure standing quietly, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

The Nine Heavens Sword was a sword for him, and he could feel that it was the breath of the sword spirit, but this figure gave him a different feeling.

"Qin Hao, this is my deity!" the young man said lightly, flicking his sleeve robe, "The body of the sword spirit is the body of my Li Qingdao, and the spiritual wisdom of the pulse spirit has also melted into my body." ”

This sentence made Qin Hao settle what he thought in his heart.

Click!

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded, and in the center of the sword body, an extremely slight crack emerged, only a trace, imperceptible.

But this subtle change, how could it hide from Wang Anxu, the great disciple of the Refining Weapon Valley.

"Qin Hao, the power of the sword spirit is too powerful, this sword is about to enter the sixth grade!" Wang Anxu's face condensed slightly, and he spoke slowly.

The materials of the Nine Heavens Sword are all of the highest quality, how can they be broken, Qin Hao smiled indifferently, and there was chaos gas turning fire in his hand, refining the Nine Heavens Sword.

It's just that the sword is among the six grades, and it is imperative.

Even this time to improve the level of the Nine Heavens Sword, there was no need to add any materials, this sword was originally obtained in a secret realm, and only a little refining was enough.

Time passed minute by minute, from the blazing red at the beginning to the inky black at the end, the Nine Heavens Sword had no change under the chaotic qi.

The chaotic qi is transforming, and the purple fire moves again, refining again.

During this period, Qin Hao was even more exhausted of his dantian Hongmeng qi, and he had to meditate and breathe.

Nearly twelve hours later, the crack on the sword's body disappeared, and a huge earthquake opened, scattering the Hongmeng Qi, and rippling towards the mountain wall in the distance.

Qin Hao sat down calmly, a smile on his face.

"It's been put into the sixth grade!"