Ninety-nine swords, envy wow!"

The eyes of the people around him were straight, as if they had eaten a large mouthful of lemon.

Ouyang Wujian was born with a sword body, and he was the most suitable genius for swordsmanship.

Now in the sword pool, it is easy to get the recognition of the ninety-nine swords, and in the eyes of the few people around, it is definitely a great opportunity.

After all, this is a sword made by Qingxi.

"One ancestral rank is lower, and the rest are all divine swords, and the power of the sword array formed is afraid that it can kill the power of ordinary Nirvana. ”

Qingfeng guessed.

"No swords, try to put these swords away. ”

Mingyue said.

"I'll try!"

Ouyang Wujian pointed into a sword and said, "Collect!"

A gust of wind blew, and the ninety-nine swords did not move.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward.

Mingyue thought for a moment and reminded: "Try to communicate with your heart." ”

Ouyang Wujian tried it a few times seriously, and was pleasantly surprised to find that ninety-nine swordfish were coming and hovering overhead.

He could feel the joy of these swords.

As his mind moved, the sword shrank into a silver bracelet.

"They can even talk to me! and tell me that their name is 'Hundred Flowers Sword Formation'. ”

Ouyang Wujian caressed the sword array bracelet and couldn't put it down.

"We're going to try it too!"

The others immediately crossed their knees in the pool of swords, trying to communicate with the swords around them.

Dao didn't know that he was a genius with a sword, and he stared at the Storm Holy Sword, eager to get its recognition.

But a whole day passed, and the Storm Holy Sword was still stuck straight in the center of the sword pool, not moving at all, like a rock, unmoved by foreign objects.

Eventually, Dao didn't know how to give up and focus on the other swords.

In the blink of an eye, it was another half day.

"Bang".

Someone received the approval of the sword formation.

Nine flying swords swept over everyone's heads and appeared in the sky above Deng Yichen.

"Nine Excaliburs, very good. ”

The others cast envious glances.

With the passage of time, the eight sons of luck were successively recognized by the sword array.

But most of them only get the "Ten Peerless Sword Array" composed of nine divine swords, although they can sweep through the divine realm, they are still not enough.

"Have you noticed that there seems to be some kind of connection between us, and even if we are far away, we can sense the general direction? ”

Mingyue put the silver bracelet condensed by the nine divine swords on her wrist and noticed something unusual.

"It seems so. ”

"I've also found that our swords seem to be able to be cobbled together into more powerful sword formations. ”

Ouyang Wujian heard the prompt of the sword spirit of the Hundred Flowers Sword Formation and said.

"Then let's give it a try. ”

Everyone said goodbye to Qingxi and flew to somewhere in the Xianyuan Continent.

Tiangu Mansion Domain.

The former Hundred Realms Alliance Heavenly Ancient Small World has a radius of more than 200,000 miles.

The eight sons of luck arrived here and found a desert, ready to test the power of the fusion of the Hundred Flowers Sword Array and the Ten Peerless Sword Arrays.

But as soon as he arrived, he encountered a big battle.

In the center of the desolate desert, a storm kicked up a large amount of quicksand, turned into a giant fist, and smashed on an eight-legged beast.

"Carving insect skills!"

The eight-legged beast roared angrily, and the waves of qi shook.

The yellow sand crumbled into nothingness, and a muffled grunt was heard.

A Nirvana powerhouse in battle armor flew upside down, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his breath floating, and he was obviously seriously injured.

"That is the elder of the Heavenly Ancient Mansion Domain, when Senior Brother was preaching at the Academy, I met him and said a few words. ”

Qingfeng pointed to the injured Nirvana power and said.

"Elder Mu, what's going on?"

Qingfeng shouted.

"This is the eight-legged demon ancestor who has been sleeping in the depths of the Tiangu Desert for many years, and now that he has awakened, he wants to kill all directions!"

"Breeze Holy Lord, you have to be careful!"

When Elder Mu saw Qingfeng and Mingyue and his party, he seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and his weak voice came slowly.

"A few little guys who don't even reach the Nirvana Realm are very suitable as hors d'oeuvres!"

The Eight-Legged Demon Ancestor laughed, and the sound wave was like an invisible blade, which even the Heaven Rank powerhouse could easily crush.

The breeze and the bright moon stood at the forefront, releasing the breath of the Divine Realm, easily blocking the sound waves.

"Do it!"

With Qingfeng's order, everyone threw out the sword array bracelet at the same time.

Seeing the eight bright silver bracelets flying over, neither heavy nor fast, the eight-legged demon ancestor suddenly sneered:

"Do you want to use eight bracelets to cover the eight feet of this seat?"

"Hmph, naïve!"

But before his words fell, the crisp sound of the sword resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The bracelet disintegrated and swelled in an instant, turning into one hundred and sixty-two eight sharp swords, wrapped in a fierce and cold sword intent, and it was connected into a sharp sword iron cable in an instant.

Sting!

The proud body of the eight-legged demon ancestor was split into pieces, leaving only the primordial god standing in the air, trembling.

I saw that all the tips of the swords were against the surface of his primordial spirit.

The sword intent was connected into a closed cage, and there was no way to escape.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a misunderstanding!"

The Eight-Legged Demon Ancestor hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Seal!"

Qingfeng did not have the slightest mercy, and his hands changed the magic technique.

The sword array contracted, knocking the eight-legged Demon Ancestor's primordial spirit back to its original form, becoming a palm-sized colorful spider.

Just as everyone was about to send the Eight-Legged Demon Ancestor to the dungeon of the underground world and hand it over to the Shaking Yu Venerable to guard, they suddenly heard a deafening sound coming from the sky.

The canopy cracked suddenly.

A huge tree towering into the sky appeared high in the sky.

Countless waves of golden light spread out in all directions, sweeping across the heavens.

The powerhouses of the major forces were alarmed and rushed to this place one after another.

"Finally appeared. ”

Qingxi propped her chin in her hand and looked at the giant tree.

This is an ancient Fuso tree.

Back then, this ancient tree appeared once, and after experiencing some twists and turns in the inner space of the Sun Temple, the True Yang Realm, he and Di Yi obtained the origin of the Sun Holy Body.

It was also in that battle that they killed Cao Jie and Hua Lin in the Flying Immortal Realm.

Moreover, he brought back the realm spirit of the True Yang Realm, a lowly crow.

Now, the ancient tree of Fuso has reappeared, releasing the breath of endless life.

"That's the Fuso Ancient Tree. ”

The little adamantine ape recognized it.

"Wow!"

Countless powerhouses looked up at the ancient tree that had seen the light of day, and were about to step forward to observe, but they heard a cry of gold piercing stones coming down from the sun, forcing back the cultivators around the ancient tree.

A three-legged golden crow with a wingspan of thousands of miles set from the sun, took away the ancient Fusang tree with its beak, flapped its wings, and soon came to the Holy City of the Sun.

A huge ancient Fuso tree was planted in the holy lake of the holy city.

"The ancient tree of Fusang has seen the light of day, and the ancient saint of Jinwu will also regain control of the Holy City of the Sun. ”

"Legends have to become reality after all. ”

Some of the old men of the Sun Holy City remembered the ancient legend and flew towards the Golden Crow Ancient Saint with respect on their faces, preparing to worship.

But one wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

Below a nameless sea, a huge palace flew out and landed in the Baichuan Holy City.

The rumored Baichuan Ancient Sage, who had disappeared for tens of thousands of years, actually walked out of the palace and set off a heated discussion.

Another half day passed.

A thunder beast as tall as 10,000 feet descended from the sky and sat in the Thunder Holy City.

This is the Thunder Sacred Beast, the former ruler of the Thunder Holy City.

In addition to them, a large number of ancient holy realms have appeared, returning to the holy cities of their respective camps to learn about everything that has happened over the years.

During this time, news spread throughout the spiritual world.

The crowd did not know why these ancient saints had returned.

They walked through the streets and alleys, talking in shock.