Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Wang Yi's expression was solemn, and the spiritual power in his body ran all over his body, and after a while, his pale face was slightly rosy....

Obviously, the weird gray mist just now was more aimed at the sword spirit, so although he was injured, he was not fatally injured....

However, due to the fusion of the golden villain and the extreme yin qi of the world in the sword, in the process of being separated, the golden villain was inevitably contaminated with gray mist, so it was affected....

Wang Yi's face softened slightly, and after realizing that the injuries in his body were not too serious, he eagerly entered the sea of consciousness with his divine thoughts....

In the sea of knowledge, the light on the surface of the golden little body is obviously much weaker, at this moment, the mysterious fire is hovering around the left, and the dense fire light is emitting from time to time, which is dispelling the faint gray mist that is contaminated....

This mysterious fire seems to have a natural restraint effect on the gray mist, the faint fire rises from time to time, enveloping the whole body of the golden villain, and the gray mist contaminated in it is slowly dissipating, and the golden villain, as the gray mist in the body continues to disperse, the injuries on the body are also recovering little by little....

However, depending on the situation, it will take a certain amount of time to completely dispel these weird gray fogs, at least about two or three days....

Seeing this situation, Wang Yi's tense heart finally calmed down...

After a moment, he retracted his senses, and his face immediately showed a deep groan....

Gray mist, what is it, it seems that the people and things that are contaminated by it will have bad luck, Zhou Bendao is like this, even this sword spirit is the same...

Also, the sword spirit seems to be more than just a sword spirit, his identity should have a great background....

"Pan Geng.... Celestial Pole Star Field.... Jiezun...."

Recalling the scene just now, Wang Yi muttered to himself, and there was some inexplicable complexity on his face...

If, when the sword spirit woke up just now, what he said was true, then all of this is too subversive...

Jiezun, what a powerful existence! However, it seems that under that gray mist, there is no power to resist at all, even if the sword spirit has fallen because it has been asleep for too long, and its cultivation has already fallen, it is definitely far more than everyone Wang Yi knows at present, except for Hongmeng Ancestor.....

I remember that at the beginning, he once asked Hongmeng Ancestor what kind of realm the realm was... However, Hongmeng Ancestor said that even if the cultivation reaches the tribulation period, the distance from the realm is only the beginning, and there is still a long, long way to go in the future....

However, right now, even if he is as powerful as the Realm Venerable, he still can't withstand the gray mist, and he is even permanently sealed in the world of the sword.....

And just now, in the picture that briefly appeared, what kind of existence are those giants who wander the galaxy and pick up the stars and swallow the moon.... Even, there is the mysterious preacher who sits in the depths of the universe, what is the existence...

Wang Yi's brows tightened, and all kinds of questions were caged in his heart.....

After a long time, he shook his head, gathered his mind, and slowly looked at the Netherworld Sword beside him....

The Netherworld Sword is quietly suspended, and the breath inside it is strange, it seems that in this short moment, it has undergone some unknown changes, faintly seems to be more powerful, and it seems to be more strange... The icy light emanated from the sword from time to time, and it was bright and flickering in the cave,....

After a while, Wang Yi gritted his teeth, and with a wisp of divine sense, he slowly entered the world of the sword, wanting to find out....

The world in the sword, at this moment, is silent, the yin ghost is languishing, the yin will be depressed, the once awakened mind seems to have disappeared, and the entire space is gray and black everywhere....

And the sword spirit, his eyes were closed, and he fell into a deep sleep, looking at the situation, it was even more drowsy than at the beginning....

The divine thought swept over, and although the minds of these yin ghosts and yin generals were at a loss, he could still perceive one or two, which showed that his control of the Netherworld Sword was still there! The only thing that makes him regret is that after experiencing the scene just now, there seems to be a lack of intimacy between these ghosts and himself, and a lack of fanaticism....

Wang Yi then used his divine sense to cautiously sweep towards those gray-black mist, trying to find out the source of those ominous and weird, but, after a while, he was disappointed, the gray-black mist, under his divine sense, was just a thick yin qi, and he couldn't find a trace of it....

After a long time, he slowly withdrew his divine sense, and was about to withdraw from the world of the sword....

It's just that, suddenly, in his thoughts, a very weak and ethereal voice came faintly: "Junior, be careful, those gray mist can't be probed casually, otherwise, once they target you, you will be finished..."

This sudden sound, for Wang Yi, was no less than a rolling thunder, hitting his heart hard.... Immediately, the divine mind swept through the entire sword world, and he wanted to find out the source of this sound...

"Don't look for it, pretend that nothing happened, don't be seen by them as abnormal, everything that happens in the world in this sword can't be hidden from them.... The old man Pangeng.... It is... The sword spirit of this sword..."The voice was rapid and weak, echoing in Wang Yi's thoughts...

When Wang Yi heard this, his heart was shocked, and his divine consciousness was quietly suspended in the world of the sword, and he stopped looking around...

"Oh, thank you just now.... If it weren't for you, the old man probably wouldn't have woken up, and he wouldn't know who he was..."

"Alas!! This sword, is the old man created the heaven artifact, countless years, the sword has already evolved into an independent world, back then, when the old man faced life and death, the artifact psychic, brought me into the world of the sword, lingering! ”

"However, because the old man knows some secrets..... So.... They won't let me go.... The gray mist of the world in this sword is their means to prevent my memory from awakening and preventing my power from recovering... Hundreds of millions of years .... These gray fogs continue to erode the old man's memory, and I will never recover..... It's just that no one thought ... Countless epochs have passed.... On this abandoned planet, there are actually people who have inherited the bloodline of my Pan clan...... And awakened the Immortal Infant .."

"You are the hope of all....."

"No more.... I'm too weak..... Your cultivation is too low now..... Come back next time..... The old man taught you..... The secret technique of my Pan clan to improve cultivation...."The voice of the sword spirit became weaker and weaker, and before the words were finished, it dissipated....

Wang Yi's heart was turbulent, but he was silent on the surface, and after a while, he slowly retreated with his divine sense....

"The Immortal Baby.... Pan's bloodline..."In the cave mansion, Wang Yi muttered to himself, and his face also showed a deep groan.....

After a long time, he woke up from his contemplation and looked up at the outside of the cave, the sky outside was already white, and a new day was coming....

Wang Yi carefully checked the injuries in his body again, and estimated that it should take another three days to recover as before...

Three days later, when all the injuries in his body have recovered, it will be the moment when he truly turns into a god....

It's just that in the process of transforming into a god, if there is a heavenly tribulation, at the moment, the Netherworld Sword will definitely not be able to count on it, and relying only on the Four Poles Xuanwu Array is obviously not enough...

Unless....

His eyes looked into the distance, the place where Zhou Yuling was retreating....

After a moment, he shook his head and withdrew his gaze...

Immediately, he sent a message to Yang Baicai with his divine thoughts, telling him about breaking through again in three days, and then, he slowly closed his eyes....

He wants to use these three days to recover from his injuries, and at the same time, whether it is cultivation or the golden villain in the sea of knowledge, he must adjust to the best ..... In this way, to get through this unprecedented breakthrough for yourself...

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