Chapter 40 Sword Cultivation Identity

Under the faintly yellowed candle flame, in the dark corner of the tavern, two tables of seven people sat around.

The two tables were pulled together by a pair of big hands, a sheepskin map was spread on the table, several burly men in the team got up, blocking the view of outsiders, Yu Wenxiong stepped forward, spread out the map, and stretched out his hand to point to an arc outlined with a brush on it.

"Our team, today, even if it is all together, rest for a day, and set off immediately tomorrow to bury the heavenly bones."

"This mission is to escort our captain to find an ancient ruin."

"Ruins?" Hearing the core content for the first time, the rest of the team was moved.

Buried in the heavenly bones, known as the relics of gods and demons, have existed since ancient times, and have been left for millions of years, how many peerless powerhouses have fallen into it, the demon giants, the desolate saints, perhaps, each dry bone in it was a prominent existence in the previous life, but if it can leave a place for inheritance, it can be called a ruin.

"Ruins" Yu Yang's eyelids blinked slightly, he was not wearing a cloak at the moment, his hands were empty on the table, and he waved the teacup cover in his hand from time to time.

"Don't hide it, my Qiu family, a thousand years ago, was a powerful family that was prominent for a while, Canghai Lingzun Qiu Yuanqing, have you ever heard of it?" Qiu Jinghan mentioned the ancestors, and there was also reverence on her face.

"I didn't expect that the captain ancestor was actually a famous Canghai Spirit Venerable in the Southern Domain of the Heavens, and he was disrespectful." The Zhou brothers glanced at each other, and their faces were a little stranger.

"Since it is the relics left by your ancestors, if we help you find them, what good will it do us?" Another burly man of the Second Rank Yuan Division, named Xiao Kun, did not beat around the bush when he spoke, and he was directly assigned to the most taboo in the mercenary team.

"I only need the ashes of my ancestors to be sent back to my Qiu family ancestral hall for placement, and everything else can be shared with you." Qiu Jinghan's gaze swept over everyone one by one, and fell on everyone, suddenly flickering, revealing a serious expression.

"It doesn't make sense, so I'll come up with a few rules." Yu Wenxiong's eyes flickered, during the day, the tavern was empty, except for the shopkeeper who fell asleep on the counter, there were only two tables left, and they also spoke freely.

"Rules?" Several people squinted, although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, their lips moved, but they didn't speak, in the team, Yu Wenxiong's strength was obviously the strongest.

"Leave tomorrow on a cross-domain flying mount, and until then, don't get into trouble." Yuwen Xiong finished speaking, and glanced at Yu Yang with deep meaning.

"In addition, each of them prepare the required pills and charms, bury the heavens and bones, tsk, the realm of ten deaths, I don't want to let you all turn into white bones in it."

Seeing that everyone still didn't speak, Xiao Kun, who had a hideous face, licked his tongue even more, not afraid of the danger of burying the heavens and bones.

"Besides, in the team, you must obey the captain's orders, if you disobey the yang and the yin, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." Yu Wenxiong's eyes showed a bit of threat, and then he looked at Yu Yang who got up in a daze.

"Then they will disperse." Yu Yang walked out of the tavern with his feet raised, his face was still gloomy, pretending to be cold and arrogant, and his black shirt and making up for the evil aura on his body were his best covers.

At night, Yu Yang spent time on the periphery of the dense forest of the Great Wilderness Mountain, there was no shortage of spirit stones in the storage bag, and the charm did not need too much, what Yu Yang believed in was his own strength.

The two short blades, one in front of the other, turned into two streamers and shot out, wrapped in a layer of crimson Yuan force, with the friction in the air, it turned out to be to erase the flames, and the hole shot into the opposite stone wall, which was directly several zhang deep.

"Bang" Yuan Force exploded, and the pit several zhang deep quickly expanded to a radius of several zhang, Yu Yang was not surprised at all in the face of all this.

"The power of this move is really worth looking forward to." Yu Yang squinted, as a peak thief, what he would know was not only hiding, respiring, camouflaging, assassinating, and trapping.

Walking to the stone wall, he reached out and picked up a fat gray-haired rabbit from the pile of rocks, weighing more than thirty pounds.

Yu Yang recalled a short blade, stabbed it through its neck, pulled it violently, and skillfully picked off a few places of flesh and skin, and the toned rabbit meat was stripped out by him.

There was a long sword on the haystack collected, Yu Yang pointed his finger, and the crimson yuan power fell on the fire, the flames rose very high, the sword body was dyed red, and the rabbit meat strung on the sword quickly turned yellow.

Sprinkled with a layer of spices and salt, Yu Yang directly carried the hilt of the sword, and bit down from the buttery and tender rabbit meat.

"The life of a mercenary is really free." Thinking of this, Yu Yang took out a pot of wine from the storage bag, and the wine and food were just enjoyable.

The beast bones were all over the ground, Yu Yang burped, the essence in his eyes flashed, his wrist waved, the crimson sword body flickered in front of his eyes, and he threw his hand violently.

The sword came out of his hand and shot straight forward.

"Click" thunderbolt explosion, Yu Yang, who was already skilled in using the vigorous and resolute technique, raised his foot to catch up with the hilt of the sword, held it in his hand, and poured in with the yuan force all over his body, and a red mang smeared on the sword body, which was originally a red sword body, and at this moment, a layer of light appeared on it, and in the tearing air, it turned into a sharp sword qi.

The "Huh" long sword moved with the footsteps, and with each swing, it left a trace in the next position.

The deep marks crisscrossed the ground, the sticky sap left in the crushed bark on the trunk, and the granite held by one person was instantly pierced at the moment when the tip of the sword touched, and, under the irritability of the fire, it exploded directly, turning into a cloud of rubble and splashing around.

"It's not enough" Yu Yang shouted, with this level of power, how could it become a pure yuan technique of Haoyang's lower position.

The flames on the body of the "Huh" sword, with Yu Yang's frantic injection of Yuan Force, suddenly rose a few feet, but avoided his arm and did not hurt his flesh and skin.

"Drinking" Yu Yang saw the situation, and fell heavily on the ground with one foot, stirring up the fallen leaves in the sky, his body was suddenly raised, and the long sword danced in the air, sweeping out from left to right.

"Wow" is full of fallen leaves, in the color of black smoke, burned empty.

And Yu Yang, who landed on the ground, knelt on one leg with his arm facing forward, and struck a silver light falling blade.

The ground under the blade of the "click" sword quickly spread outward in the form of a spider web, and exploded violently, sinking several feet into it, revealing a huge crater.

Thick black smoke billowed out of the pit, and at this moment, the crimson on the sword body had disappeared, and Yu Yang's body pressed his hand to the ground softly, supporting his body from falling to the ground.

The muscles in his chest heaved and heaved, panting.

This blow had exhausted the Yuan Power in his body.

"Haoyang's lower pure yuan technique is really terrible, with my current cultivation as a cultivation, it is a little too reluctant."

Yu Yang looked at the mixed yuan long sword in his hand, which was originally a psychic soldier, and there were two words engraved on the sword with a small seal, Qingyang.

"What is clear is the great dirt inside the Yu family, and what is raised is the prestige of the Yu family that has been silent for two hundred years." Yu Yang understood the hard work of Seventh Uncle Yu Zhanyue.

After a while, Yuan Li recovered, Yu Yang got up, and continued to cultivate pure Yuan Technique in the wilderness, his body continued to deepen in a series of thunder and lightning explosions, and after all, he did not step into the inner encirclement.

went to another place, Yu Yang habitually leaned out his spiritual thoughts, sensing whether there was a hidden crisis around him.

After more than ten breaths, he breathed a sigh of relief, but when his eyes fell on the long sword in his hand, he suddenly woke up and suddenly took out the pure yuan technique burned on the parchment scroll.

"Hell Fire Soul Refining Blade, with Yuan Zhi as the mind, sacrificing weapons, burning the sky, refining the soul under the blade, can be completed."

Yuan Zhi must be a strong person in the Yuan King Realm to cultivate, after all, there are very few monks who can cultivate spiritual thoughts in time, which is why spiritual cultivation is so popular.

Spiritual cultivation exercises spiritual thoughts, and at the warlock stage, you can communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and cast spells, and the power is far from being comparable to that of low-level yuan cultivation.

At the stage of the Great Nianshi, you can refine the blade, and you can use the flying technique to fly in the air for a short time, which is what Yuan Xiu envies.

And Yu Yang, blocked by the old man in his body, although he couldn't practice spells, his spiritual cultivation never fell.

When the spiritual thoughts were bundled and probed into the Qingyang Sword, the feeling of feedback made the connection between Yu Yang and the sword much closer.

"Hum" Yu Yang's control, the long sword slowly rose into the air, wrapped in a layer of invisible spiritual thoughts, trembling slightly.

The psychic soldier, different from the ordinary mortal weapon, is to find the world's refining weapon spirit material refining, blessed with many runes and formations, with a special refining handprint, communicate the vitality of heaven and earth, increase the power of the shot, and can maintain a little psychic opportunity.

The soldiers of the princes are rare in the world, even if they become the powerhouses of the Yuan King Realm, they are rarely personally refining such weapons, most of them are from the Yuan Shi Realm, and they have used a psychic weapon for a long time.

Yu Yang is originally a fire-based cultivation qualification, and along the way, the pure yuan skills he cultivated are all fire attributes, and this hellfire refining soul blade is also a pure fire type of pure yuan skills.

"Fire" lies in the fact that when the word Yang spits out, a piece of fire suddenly appears on the sword body suspended several feet high in the air, wrapping the sword body and burning.

Yu Yang felt that the vitality in his body had not weakened at all, but with the surging of spiritual thoughts, the surrounding heaven and earth vitality was fluctuating violently.

"Chop" stretched out his hand and pointed at it, Yu Yang carried one hand on his back, stretched out two fingers with one hand and made a sword finger, and swung it forward violently.

The "Qiang" flying sword shot straight out a few zhang away, continuously penetrated the trunks of two basin-thick trees, and fell into the grass, striking out a hole several zhang square.

Yu Yang's body leaned softly on the tree, this blow, although it did not consume Yuan Force, but there was a violent dizziness in the brain, and the feeling of the sky spinning was even more powerful, the spiritual mind was overdrawn, this means of controlling the flying sword, all supported by the spiritual thought, never practiced magic, and did not know how to use the spiritual thought flexibly, Yu Yang, who seemed too immature at the moment.