Looking at the two golden golems that fell to the ground with a bang, Mo Ye felt that his strength had greatly improved compared to before.

Once, a golden puppet almost killed him, but now, the spiritual skill he urged was an instant lightning slash, but he could kill two golden golems with one blow.

Feeling that the spiritual power in the spiritual sea was missing by two percent out of thin air, Mo Ye took a deep breath. Sure enough, the power of the spiritual skill will increase with the increase of spiritual power consumption, if he urges all the spiritual power in the spiritual sea, what kind of power will the instant thunder slash reach?

Thinking of this, Mo Ye faintly had a hint of anticipation. However, he will not do it casually, this kind of hole card will only achieve unexpected results when he is desperate.

But at this moment, an indifferent voice appeared in his mind: "Through the trial, please choose between the Spirit Weapon Pavilion and the Spirit Pill Pavilion. ”

After hearing this voice, Mo Ye couldn't help but be stunned. In this way, he can only choose the same between the spirit weapon and the spirit pill?

After pondering for a moment, Mo Ye spoke, "I choose the Spirit Weapon Pavilion!"

You can't have both fish and bear's paws, he still understands this truth. Based on the current situation, with the improvement of his cultivation, his weapons can no longer keep up, so he will go to the Spirit Weapon Pavilion to improve his strength to the maximum.

As for the elixir in the elixir pavilion, he thought about it carefully in his heart, and he couldn't use it for the time being. With his current cultivation, it is better to cultivate steadily. Raising one's cultivation too quickly will only make one's realm vain, which in turn will make it more difficult to break through.

Every powerful monk has his own accumulation in the realm, and rushing to achieve success will only destroy his own foundation.

White light enveloped Mo Ye's body, and the next moment, he appeared in an incomparably huge space. Above this space, white clusters of light floated, and these clusters of light cut off the monk's sight and consciousness, making it impossible to see what was stored inside.

Mo Ye looked around, and saw that in addition to him, there were more than a dozen monks who had already arrived in this Spirit Weapon Pavilion. Looking at their skillful movements, it was obvious that they had come to this place faster than Mo Ye.

I saw that these monks were constantly attacking a ball of light. A quarter of an hour later, under the constant attacks of these monks, a slight crack appeared on the outside of the ball of light. After a few more breaths, the ball of light exploded suddenly, and a long sword that exuded a faint aura fell out of it.

At this time, the monks jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the long sword. When a monk got his sword, he was immediately besieged by the others, and after a chaotic battle, the sword was finally obtained by a black-faced monk.

Mo Ye felt it, the twelve monks here were all cultivators of the Spiritual Realm, and it seemed that these monks had gained great opportunities in this cave sky.

Mo Ye looked up at the balls of light above, and then leaped up, coming to the three balls of light suspended on the top layer.

Seeing this, the twelve monks below all sneered in their hearts.

The topmost balls of light they had tried when they first came here, but no matter how they attacked, those balls of light were unscathed, and there was no sign of destruction at all.

They all stopped attacking the ball of light and looked at Mo Ye with interest, expecting to see Mo Ye's extremely depressed expression due to the defeat.

One of the monks even laughed out loud, his tone full of mockery: "Boy, let's see how many strokes you need to break those balls of light!"

Mo Ye ignored the monks below, but quietly took out the Flame Sword and slashed down at one of the balls of light.

Clang!

The sword landed on the surface of the ball of light with a clear sound, but it left no trace on it.

Seeing this, the twelve monks below burst into laughter.

"This kid's moves are too weak!"

"I really doubt if he got mixed up, with this bit of strength, don't come here to make a fool of yourself!"

......

Mo Ye quietly looked at the three balls of light suspended in the top layer, frowning slightly. The hardness of this ball of light at the top was even harder than he imagined. If he just relied on the attack power like he had just now, he felt that even if he cut it for three days and three nights, he would not be able to break the ball of light.

Thinking of this, Mo Ye secretly urged his spiritual power, and the fiery red flames rose up to his body, completely enveloping the sword body of the fire sword. Immediately, Mo Ye lifted the flame-covered Flame Separation Sword and slashed at the previous ball of light.

A fiery red light flashed, and only a tiny crack appeared on the surface of the ball of light.

Isn't it powerful enough?

Mo Ye's mind turned, and he suddenly mobilized the spiritual power in the spiritual sea, and a trace of thunder light appeared on the surface of the long sword.

"Break!" Mo Ye snorted softly, and the instant thunder slash slashed out in a very short time, and instantly submerged into the ball of light.

In the next moment, cracks gradually appeared on the surface of the originally round ball of light, intertwined with each other.

In the end, only a clear sound was heard, and the entire ball of light suddenly burst outward, and a long sword exuding a rich spiritual charm fell out of it.

Mo Ye grabbed the sword that fell downwards and sent it into the Creation Realm.

The twelve monks below who were about to watch Mo Ye's jokes, after seeing Mo Ye successfully break through a ball of light on the top layer and take away a long sword with extremely rich spiritual rhyme, they were stunned for a moment, and then their breathing became extremely heavy, and their eyes looking at Mo Ye were full of murderous intent.

The twelve early stage cultivators of the Spiritual Realm jumped into the air one after another, surrounding Mo Ye in the middle, and a huge stream of spiritual pressure was released outward, all pointing at Mo Ye.

"Boy, hand over the long sword you just got, and help us break all the light balls here, and we'll spare your life!" said one of the black-faced monks, who was the most powerful of the twelve and spoke more convincingly.

Mo Ye looked at the black-faced monk and didn't say anything, just raised the Lihuo Sword slightly.

"I don't know how to lift!" The black-faced monk's expression immediately became extremely gloomy, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Wang, we can't just kill him, since he can break these balls of light, when the time comes, we will capture him alive, control his soul, and order him to break all these balls of light!"

"Yes, we'll divide what we get by then!"

One by one, the monks interjected, but they didn't pay attention to Mo Ye. In their eyes, Mo Ye was already meat on their chopping board.