Xia Yun, who was in the Linglong Cave Heaven, in addition to cultivating, also practiced swordsmanship from time to time. After years of hard work, the Bixi Sword Technique and the Sky Piercing Sword Technique have basically been integrated. Drawing on "Yue Nu Swordsmanship", Xia Yun's swordsmanship has made great progress.

It's just that no one is practicing with Xia Yun, and I always feel a fly in the ointment. One day, Xia Yun suddenly remembered the wooden sword formation, I don't know what the scene will be if I go to break through again now, it should be very easy, right? With this mentality, Xia Yun came to the foot of the mountain where the wooden sword formation was located. First, he went to the tomb of the second senior sister Wei Xiaoxia and prayed silently for a moment before entering the stone gate of the wooden sword array.

Seeing the attacking wooden swords, Xia Yun casually waved the cicada wing sword to block. What Xia Yun didn't expect was that the power of the wooden sword array had increased a lot. After only two or three breaths, Xia Yun felt very strained.

"Could it be that the Wooden Sword Formation will automatically change the strength of its attack according to the cultivation of the person who broke into the formation?"

Half an hour later, Xia Yun, who was already out of breath, confirmed the conjecture in his heart. The Wooden Sword Formation is indeed based on the cultivation of the person entering the formation, and automatically adjusts the attack strength. Surprised, Xia Yun was also a little pleased. The last time he broke into the battle, Xia Yun spent seventy-seven days, and he was maintained by Bigu Dan. Now that he has advanced to the Jindan stage, there is no need to take Bigu Dan anymore, Xia Yun has exerted the power of the sword technique after fusion, one day, two days, five days, ten days, ≯dǐng≯diǎn≯小≯ said, .2≧3.@o Xia Yun gradually felt that the cicada wing sword in his hand could no longer withstand all the power of his cultivation, and he wanted to summon the cold ice that was being warmed in his body, but after thinking about it, it was better to use the war knife. His own cold ice is a weapon that combines swords, and in swordsmanship, he has made great progress, and it is time to get used to using a knife.

When Xia Yun danced his sword to resist the wooden sword, these wooden swords, which were not damaged in the slightest under the cicada's wing sword, were cut to pieces by the sword, either being cut off by the waist or being split in half from it. Xia Yun didn't want to destroy the wooden sword formation, so he no longer let the battle knife and the wooden sword come into contact, but began to deliberately avoid the wooden sword.

At this time, Xia Yun was no longer a monk who could fly with a sword, but more like a warrior in the mortal world, constantly fighting in the wooden sword array. This kind of fighting requires a high degree of coordination and cooperation of the body, steps, hands and eyes. After a few days, Xia Yun became more and more handy. What Xia Yun didn't expect was that it was this unintentional move that helped her survive a life disaster in the future.

Xia Yun, who was gradually approaching the exit, felt that there was still a sense of unfinished. So he took back the foot of the wooden sword formation and returned to the sword formation. Xia Yun wanted to go to the other direction of the sword formation, which was to go deep into the mountain to take a look. The entire sword array is arranged in a rectangular shape that connects the shape of the space. One is the exit, and the other is deep into the mountains. Last time, he only wanted to break out as much as possible, but this time, Xia Yun wanted to find out inside.

The further you go inside, the dimmer the light becomes. When Xia Yun came out of the sword formation, he found that he was standing at the mouth of a deep passage. Because it was dark in the passage, Xia Yun couldn't see the end of the passage. He held a war knife to protect himself, and groped his way inside step by step. The passage did not go straight forward, but turned seven times and eight turns, and Xia Yun didn't know how many turns he turned, and finally stood in front of a tall stone gate. It is said to be a stone door, but there is no door, only a door frame. There was a faint glow inside the door frame. Then the light was bright, Xia Yun saw some handwriting on the door frame, and after looking at it carefully for a while, Xia Yun understood what it was.

"This door is a portal, and the exit is in the Wandering Soul Plain. If your cultivation has not reached the Yuan Infant Stage, don't take the risk lightly and return to the sword formation. War Plains. ”

Zhan Yuan, isn't this the name of the god beggar?

Xia Yun thought about it and understood, this was within the Linglong Cave Heaven, and naturally it could only be left by the beggar's uncle. Do you have to reach the primordial infancy? Looking at the words left by Shi Bo, he just said not to take risks lightly, and did not issue a strict warning. To go or not to go?

In the end, Xia Yun did not overcome the curiosity in his heart, and still chose to go through the guò portal to the Wandering Soul Plain.

The first time I used the portal, it didn't feel good for Xia Yun. There was a pain in my body that was torn, and my head was dizzy.

When Xia Yun stood at the exit of the portal, he couldn't care about the feelings he felt when he first passed the legend, and was completely attracted by the scene in front of him.

In the dim light, in the reddish sky, there was no sun, no moon, and no stars. The earth is lifeless, not even a plant. There was no wind, no sound, like a pool of stagnant water. This is the Wandering Spirit? Why is it called Geist Original? Xia Yun tentatively took a few steps forward, and seemed to feel that countless eyes were staring at him in the darkness, and suddenly his hairs stood on end, and an inexplicable fear hit his heart.

Xia Yun stood in place, fixed his mind, since he came, he had to see it. Immediately, without further hesitation, Edgeworth flew forward. Two hours later, Xia Yun estimated that he had flown out of the road for nearly 10,000 miles, and the scene was still the same, without the slightest change. The only change is that the initial fear in my heart has decreased a lot. After flying for more than two hours, Xia Yun found that the light seemed to be darker. The reddish sky turned a little blood-red.

"What people?! Come out. ”

Xia Yun was standing on the flying sword, and when he stopped in the air, he suddenly felt as if something was passing by. I couldn't help but shout. After a long time, Xia Yun didn't wait for any echo, and he didn't have the feeling of having someone by his side just now. Just as he was about to leave to continue flying, Xia Yun faintly heard a faint shout:

"Sister."

"Xia Yi!"

Although I don't know how many years have passed, whether it is Xia Yi's appearance or voice, Xia Yun is firmly engraved in his heart. The "sister" just now was very similar to Xia Yi's voice. Xia Yun looked around blankly, but found nothing. Xia Yun, who was unwilling, began to spin around, wanting to hear the shout again, or to find the caller.

"Sister."

This time, Xia Yun, who had been prepared, heard clearly, it was really his sister Xia Yi's voice, and the voice was not far from his left. Xia Yun had long forgotten his uncle's message, he had long forgotten what place this was, and all he thought about was his sister Xia Yi, and he must find his sister.

"Sister, don't come here."

"Xia Yi, is it really you? I'm my sister Xia Yun. ”

Xia Yun seemed to feel that there was a faint mist-like gas not far from his body, and when he looked closely, it seemed to be still squirming. The sound was made by the mist-like gas.

"Sister, I'm Xia Yi, I miss my sister and my father so much."

"Xia Yi, tell Sister Sù, what's wrong with you? How did you get here? ”

As he spoke, Xia Yun just wanted to get close to the mist-like gas, when he heard Xia Yi say:

"My sister is standing there, don't come here, the yang energy on my sister's body is too strong, and my sister can't stand it."

When Xia Yun heard this, his head slammed, as if it was about to explode. When they were children, Xia Yun and Xia Yi both heard their grandmothers say that the soul of a person after death will be afraid of the vigorous yang energy in the living. My sister is dead, and it is my sister's soul that is talking to me, which Xia Yun can't accept no matter what.

"Sister, sister is standing here, sister quickly tell my sister what is going on."

Xia Yun's voice was already choked. If it weren't for his sister's soul being afraid of the vigorous yang energy on his body, Xia Yun couldn't help but rush over and hold Xia Yi in his arms.

"After my sister and I were kidnapped by horse bandits that day, I was taken to the horse bandits' lair, and I didn't want to let the horse bandits spoil me, so I hit the pillar and died while people were not being bothered, and I didn't want to come here."

"Has my sister been wandering here for so many years?"

Xia Yun's tears had long been uncontrollable.

"Not long after my soul came here, it was captured by the ghost cultivator in the netherworld, and now what remains here is only a wisp of my sister's soul. After so many years, this wisp of soul has become smaller and smaller, and I am afraid that it will not be long before it will disappear. ”

"What is my sister going to do with this soul? Are you waiting for your sister? ”

"I didn't know that my sister would come, but there seemed to be a voice telling me that only by staying here can I have hope of being reborn. That's why I've been doing it for so many years. ”