An Ji didn't dare to let go of the Bian Zhushen Sword in his hand, so he watched the formation patterns under his feet converge and light up the entire bottom of the well. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The whole body of the Bian Zhushen Sword suddenly shook, and then the formation pattern on the ground was like a net wrapped in the Bian Zhushen Sword, although the Bian Zhushen Sword is called the Divine Sword, but there is no formation pattern in it, and it has not been able to exert its divine power, and now the formation pattern at the bottom of the well is refined into the Divine Sword, and the situation suddenly changes.

Far away in Qinling, the sword Wuchen's complexion changed greatly, this Bian Divine Sword was obtained by fate when he was young, although he could not cultivate his life, but he also practiced every day, the Bian Divine Sword has not been refined by him because he felt that the ordinary formation pattern was not worthy of this divine sword at all, and now the divine sword moved, and he immediately felt something.

"Please also ask the elder to take action and help him recapture the divine sword!" Jian Wuchen immediately asked for help from the Supreme Elder beside him, and then immediately sat down and sensed the divine sword.

Although An Ji had refined this divine sword, now that the formation pattern had entered the moment, he immediately felt a majestic pressure, wanting to squeeze out the imprint he left behind and turn it into a pure and flawless divine sword.

An Ji was naturally overjoyed by the power of the Bian Divine Sword in his heart, and the things in his hand had never slipped away if he was unwilling, An Ji immediately sacrificed the pottery bowl, and the five-colored fire instantly flooded the Bian Divine Sword.

The Bian Divine Sword was constantly ringing, and the formation pattern was actually refined into the Bian Divine Sword with the help of An Ji's five-color fire, An Ji didn't care about these, the formation pattern was originally meant to be refined into the magic weapon, and the key was to subdue this treasure.

The five-colored fire was burning with the Bian Divine Sword that was refining into the formation, and at this moment, a thin gossamer thunder suddenly fell from the sky, and it slashed on the Bian Divine Sword in an instant, the five-colored fire collapsed, and the pottery bowl flew out upside down and smashed on the wall, and An Ji was also startled.

The Bian Divine Sword now does not have any external force, quietly suspended in place, and there is no An Ji support, An Ji can feel it slightly, the formation pattern refined in the Bian Divine Sword is extraordinary, and the overall feeling of the Divine Sword is more dense and profound.

An Ji went up and grabbed the Bian Divine Sword, and suddenly the sword body of the Bian Divine Sword trembled, and then suddenly rose into the sky and flew up, An Ji was shocked, and immediately wanted to split the Divine Sword on the wall of the deep well, so that the crazy Divine Sword was calm and calm, but he immediately thought that he was still in the deep well, and just took advantage of it to go out.

Brush! The Bian Divine Sword took An Ji out of the deep well in a breath, and it was also at this time that An Ji smashed the Bian Divine Sword on the door of the side hall.

There was a loud bang! The door of the side hall was smashed suddenly, but Qin Ling's sword Wuchen suddenly looked gloomy and fainted on the ground, as for the land immortal who assisted him, a trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were terrifying.

"What happened?"

"In this matter, I will show the Great Elder to take action!"

The faces of the rest of the people have changed, each top force has a great elder with a suppression background, and it is also the guarantee for them to stand at the pinnacle of the world, the kind of strong man whose strength is almost true immortal, every time he makes a move, it will not be an ordinary thing.

An Ji also sensed that there was a force pulling the Bian Divine Sword to fly to other places, so he smashed the Bian Divine Sword on the gate of the side hall with all his strength, one was to get rid of that traction force, and the other was to open the gate of the side hall.

After the Bian Zhushen Sword smashed on the gate of the side hall, it was taken back by An Ji, at this time he obviously felt a little steady, the divine sword will be difficult to be snatched, and it must have been the owner of the sword before.

An Ji was playful, he suddenly found that there were a lot of swords on his body, the demon sword was too mysterious and powerful, but it didn't count, the rest of the swords, he bought a bunch of flying sword magic weapons in Huangquan City, and gave the rusty sword to Dugu Sheng, and now he has three swords, a sword killing sword of the immortal guard, a Fengtian sword of Lone Xingyue, and a sword of the Bian gods without dust, An Ji simply carried the three swords on his back at once, and felt extremely comfortable.

As for whether it will be seen, he didn't think about it so much, he felt that he could do this, so he did it, besides, the reason why a secret is a secret is because it will be known sooner or later, even if he doesn't want to admit it, just make up a pretense, just say that he picked it up on the side of the road, who can do anything with him, he is a child who is not even afraid of land immortals.

At this moment, the sky in the inner city suddenly darkened, and a breeze blew all around, and dust and dead leaves appeared out of thin air, fluttering on the roadway.

An Ji didn't know why, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart, he felt that he had to leave here, and he had faintly heard people's voices in the well before, Qiu Yun and they might have left, this inner city, it seems that it is about to be closed.

As soon as he thought of the strangeness in this inner city, An Ji couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body, although he had pretended to be an immortal guard, he still didn't want to meet the main master, he was just Ye Gong a good dragon.

An Ji carried three swords on his back and rushed all the way to the gate of the inner city, but at this time the gate was closed, An Ji wanted to walk over, and suddenly his whole body crackled and burned, and An Ji was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated.

An Ji was at a loss at this time, the inner city was too quiet, even if the dead leaves were fluttering and the sound of dust was so silent and permeating, there was no one around.

At this time, the only thing An Ji could hear was his own wheezing and the sound of the curse burning around the pottery bowl above his head, his eyes were looking closely ahead, trying to calm himself down, but his eyes were uncontrollably scanning left and right, not knowing whether to expect something to appear or not to expect something.

An Ji had a trace of fear in his heart at this time and was on the verge of exploding about to be born, he tried his best to give birth, he needed to practice his courage, but he had to forget his strength, and he took out almost all the treasures he obtained.

An Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, a stringed piano was placed on it, and the pottery bowl above his head gave him plenty of warmth, so as not to make him cold all over, as for Jin Yanyuling's amazing defensive treasure, An Ji had already held it tightly in his hand.

An Ji vaguely saw a beggar-like figure around some corners, but when he looked at it again, there was nothing.

At this time, the crackling sound of the curse power burning in the pottery bowl around An Ji sounded slightly, although it was only a little, but in this silent and terrible place, where An Ji was alone, An Ji still clearly heard it, and the curse was getting stronger!

The wind has been blowing, and this wind blowing from nowhere suddenly makes An Ji feel a little cold, deep into the bone marrow, the kind of cold that you can't solve no matter how much you wear clothes.

An Ji heard the sound of something falling on the ground, and he hurriedly turned his head to look carefully for what the sound was making.

It was a ring, a blood-stained ring, and An Ji could clearly see that the blood on it had dried up, and the dark red solid was sticking to the ring.

"Where did this ring come from? The wind blew it?" An Ji suddenly wondered, the ring might not be strange, what was strange was how it appeared here.