Kenpachi has been making progress during this time.

And when he woke up, his strength simply changed dramatically.

Compared with the time of the sacrificial ceremony in the Luoshan Sect, it is completely a qualitative leap.

The same sword prison is more powerful than before, but when it is awakened and destroyed, it is countless times easier than before.

The sword prison is destroyed, and Kenpachi's death is announced.

The awakened figure, like a black whirlwind, instantly swept in front of Jian Ba's body.

"Boom!"

In Kenpachi's shocked gaze, he slammed his fist into the latter's chest.

On the tip of that fist, the brown fist mark formed by the condensation of sword qi directly slammed into Jian Ba's body.

After doing all this, he woke up and stopped looking at the sword eye, turned around and walked up the abyss.

Jian Ba is like a sculpture, still standing there, silent.

Soon after, Jian Yi and many disciples of the Sword Sect arrived.

Everyone's eyes first fell on the corpses of the black-clothed dead soldiers and those Sword Sect disciples, their faces were cold, and their anger kept surging.

Then, everyone looked at Kenpachi again.

A Sword Fighting Sect disciple stepped forward and asked, "Senior Brother Sword Eight, why are you still standing there still." ”

As he spoke, the Sword Fighting Sect disciple slapped Jian Ba's shoulder.

"Don't move Kenpachi!"

Kenichi immediately opened his mouth to stop it.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

As the Sword Fighting Sect disciple placed one hand on Jian Ba's shoulder, some delicate balance in the latter's body was broken.

On the surface of Kenpachi's body, countless wounds suddenly appeared.

And inside those wounds, endless brown sword light suddenly erupted.

In an instant, that Sword Sect disciple was pierced by that sword light and torn into countless pieces.

Not only that, but those sword lights spread out in all directions like a torrent, attacking indiscriminately.

Thundered!

The ground cracked, the turf was overturned, and smoke filled the sky.

Long!

When the sword light annihilated and dissipated, Jian Yi looked at the devastated earth in front of him, as well as the several Sword Sect disciples who were swept by the sword light and fell to the ground and died, his face became extremely pale.

"With the body of the sword eight corpses as the guide, the internal sword qi will not be dispersed, and once anyone touches it, the sword qi will completely explode. Good means, good means to wake up, I will definitely not let you out of this abyss secret realm!" Jian Yi's roar spread like thunder.

And the remaining disciples of the Sword Sect behind him, in the rest of their lives, had another palpitation and chill.

They never expected that even if they woke up and left, they would still be able to leave behind the current trap and cause such great damage.

This requires the mastery of the sword qi to an extremely subtle level.

Even in the Sword Sect, where there are many sword cultivators, there are very few people who can do this.

"Senior Brother Jianyi, what should we do now?" a disciple of the Sword Sect asked in a low voice.

"You continue to stay here, I will go directly to the end of the abyss, the Thirteenth Prince's Eight Desolation Lock Spirit Array is about to be activated, and the awakening will definitely follow the perception of the past. ”

As soon as the sword finished speaking, the figure flew by, and soon disappeared at the end of the horizon.

And beside him, he followed the three black-clothed dead soldiers.

At the edge of the abyss, Wake up and go against the wind and continue to march towards the parade.

Along the way, when he encountered the spirit of high-grade glaze, he directly took it into his pocket, regardless of whose territory it was. For the so-called agreement, the awakening directly ignored it.

And for his actions, whether it was Jiuding Mountain, Wenhuagu and others, they did not make a sound to stop them.

What made Su Xing slightly puzzled was that he didn't see Chu Mufan, Wen Renxin and others.

"Where have all these guys gone?"

Su Xing shook his head, not thinking much about it.

His task now is to subdue as many glass spirits as possible.

After a few days, his harvest was quite good.

According to rough estimates, there are also more than a dozen glazed spirits.

At night, the glazed spirits rarely haunt, and almost all of them sink into the abyss.

There is no habit of collecting when you wake up, and when it comes to the night, you will refine the glaze essence harvested during the day.

Not only him, but the rest of the martial cultivators will do the same.

Because the glazed spirit can only survive in the secret realm, even if it is placed in the space crystal, there is no way to bring it out.

Someone once did this experiment, and as a result, all the glazed spirits automatically disappeared after being brought to the outside world.

After refining more than a dozen glazed spirits, the divine spirit vein in the awakened body became fuller and more round, and the distance between him and him was also reduced.

However, it is still far from enough.

"If this continues, it will be difficult for me to collect enough glass essence before the secret realm is closed!"

Su Xing was a little anxious.

The safest way is undoubtedly not to leave the secret realm, so that there is no time limit.

However, the secret realm is only opened once every three years.

Although Awakening wanted to create a perfect thousand veins, he didn't want to stay in the secret realm for three years.

In his heart, he really wanted to save his mother from the trapped dragon tower as soon as possible.

Early in the morning, Sue wakes up to the edge of the abyss.

Looking at the glazed spirits swimming around in the black mist, his eyes flashed with excitement.

The idea of stepping into the abyss to capture the spirit of the glass came out of his mind again.

"Looks like it's time to take a chance!"

When he woke up and was about to start, he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked up into the distance. 、

In the sky at the end of the abyss, the aura was surging and surging and converging into a vast ocean.

"A hundred miles away, I can sense the fluctuations of spiritual power, what a big stroke! What is this doing?" Su Xing looked surprised and immediately decided to go and take a look.

After half a day of traveling, he woke up and arrived at the end of the abyss, and his footsteps involuntarily stopped.

On the flat grass next to the abyss, eight ancient flags were planted straight into the soil.

The endless aura of heaven and earth around them was dragged over one after another. In the sky, the aura poured down like a match, and it was beautiful.

With the continuous infusion of spiritual energy, an incomparably thick light curtain enchantment slowly took shape.

On the light curtain enchantment, the ancient words exude a mysterious atmosphere of vicissitudes, which makes people palpitate.

Through the light curtain, you can see the noble figure of the thirteen princes, sitting in the center.

Around him, there were five black-clothed youths, silently guarding him on their knees.

In addition, Chu Mufan of Jiuding Mountain, Wen Renxin of Wenhua Valley, Zhao Yunkong of the Zhao family, and Jian Yi of the Battle Sword Gate all sat cross-legged at the edge of the light curtain.

Each of them occupies a corner, distinct from the other.

And not far behind them, outside the light curtain enchantment, there were several black-clothed dead soldiers, standing there silently.

Gradually, as time passed, the aura gathered in the light curtain became more and more intense. Finally, above the dome of the light curtain, an almost substantial aura cloud emerged.

At this moment, dozens of glazed spirits broke through the soil layer and appeared in the light curtain.