Yixian Residence, the "Yuelai Inn" of Xuantian Continent.

When he was in Xuanwu Kingdom, Lu Li had seen it before, and in the Xuantang Empire, he had also seen it, and it didn't take long to see Yixian Ju again.

Since it is a chain hotel in the whole Eastern Regions, even if it is not as good as those top inns, it is enough to use.

Like last time, Lu Li chose the lowest grade room.

After paying a deposit for half a year at one time and instructing the store not to disturb, he went straight back to his room, sat down cross-legged, and cultivated the Nine Turns of Red Dust with all his might.

Outside Yixian's residence, the Hao Lin brothers looked up at the plaque of the inn, glanced at each other again, and immediately looked at each other.

"Big brother, how long is he going to live?" Hao Mu asked with a sad face.

"I don't know." Hao Lin's eyes were blank, and his heart suddenly felt a little more remorseful.

Knowing this, they didn't seem to be able to chase after them, but now there are not many spirit stones left except for the weapons and arrays in their hands. If Lu Li doesn't come out for a day, they can only sleep on the streets.

"What then?" Hao Mu said bitterly.

Hao Lin's eyes showed a cold light: "Until now, we must not give up halfway." You're watching here, I'm out of town. If you meet a lone monk, you will talk about it first. ”

"Big brother, where do I live?" Hao Mu looked left and right, a little entangled.

"Fix it yourself."

Hao Lin said angrily. With that, he discerned the direction and hurried away.

Without Hao Lin, Hao Mu was obviously a little nervous.

He stood there for a moment, and suddenly he found a hidden corner. He crouched on the ground, his eyes blank, and he was a member of a beggar gang.

For monks, as long as there is aura, they can cultivate anywhere.

As the imperial capital of the Great Sui Empire, Yang Wucheng's aura of red dust is certainly breathtaking, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth should not be underestimated. Don't look at it just in the corner of the city, but the spiritual power surpasses the Hanging Sword Heaven.

It can be seen from this. How happy the monks living in the Xuantian Continent were.

In the upstairs room, Lu Li was completely selfless, and he went all out to cultivate the Nine Turns of Red Dust.

On the corner of the street downstairs, Hao Mu and the others were anxious, and gradually entered a state of cultivation.

"Buzz."

Hovering over the city, endless red dust qi, through the one hundred and eight air pockets, poured into the Purple Mansion of Lu Li.

The nine-turn whirlpool is spinning faster and faster, and with the naked eye, a nine-colored hole has been formed.

With the influx of aura. A drizzle gradually began to fall in the Purple Mansion. The rain is nine-colored, and it is pleasing to the eye.

The drizzle fell to the ground and slowly flowed into the spiritual liquid lake in the Purple Mansion.

Hongchen's spiritual power decreased, and the Purple Mansion became clear.

Above the nine-turn whirlpool, there was a bead the size of a truck tire suspended, which was the innate yin and yang bead. There is also a little girl carved in pink, combed with pigtails, sitting cross-legged on the top of the innate yin and yang beads.

As a machine spirit, Lu Xue didn't need to cultivate. Her eyes flashed wide. Look at this, look at that, the little mouth pouts slightly, looking extremely boring.

Qinglin Jian is like a little daughter-in-law. Neither dared to compete with the Innate Yin Yang Bead for territory, nor did he dare to stay near the Nine Turns Vortex, so he could only float far away at the edge of the Purple Mansion.

Once the magic weapon reaches the spirit weapon level, it is eligible to be included in the Purple Mansion Cultivation. If the opportunity comes. The machine spirit was born, and even if the refining materials were a little poor, it could become a high-grade spirit weapon.

There is no sun and moon in cultivation. Hao Lin came once during this period.

Finding that Hao Mu only cared about cultivation, he was immediately furious, and when he came up, he was punched and kicked.

Since then, Hao Mu has completely become the most tragic one. Every day, he stared at the door of Yixian Residence, not daring to slack off.

Even if he was a powerhouse in the early stage of the Spiritual Silence Realm, after more than twenty days, his face was still tired, his eyes were blank, and he was drowsy.

Upstairs, Lu Li finally opened his eyes.

"The peak of the Shaking Light Mirror, only one step away from the Spiritual Silence Realm. However, for the time being, there is no rush to break through, and first practice the sword art and the Wind Shadow Walk.

He muttered to himself, and then with a flick of his wrist, the Qinglin Sword appeared in the blink of an eye.

The main attack of the sword technique, and the main escape of the Wind Shadow Step, can be said to be the most important and frequently used method of Lu Li.

Imperial sword art is a high-grade swordsmanship, practiced to a high depth, thousands of miles away can strangle the opponent.

The Wind Shadow Step is also not inferior, cultivating to the ninth layer, one step at a time.

Looking down at the Qinglin Sword, Lu Li thought about it, and flicked the Qiankun Ring with his left hand, and suddenly there were three more blue blood sword hearts in his palm.

"Since the sword technique is a top-grade sword technique, if it is combined with sword intent, wouldn't it be even more powerful!"

Holding the Blue Blood Sword Heart in his hand, letting the Qinglin Sword hover above his head, he closed his eyes slightly, and tried his best to comprehend the sword intent in the heart of the Blue Blood Sword.

"What is sword intent?"

Under his divine sense, Lu Li almost observed the blue blood sword heart thoroughly, not to mention the sword intent, and did not even find a trace of abnormality.

"Is it because my realm is not enough? Not really! Qu Han is also in the Shaking Light Realm, but he can already use his sword intent to control the enemy, so it can be seen that the level of the realm is not a problem at all. ”

"Could it be that the number of Blue Blood Sword Hearts is not enough?"

Unable to perceive the sword intent, many thoughts turned through his mind, and finally gritted his teeth, and the Qiankun Ring completely lit up.

A blue blood sword heart flew out and slowly floated down on top of his head, shoulders, and legs. All over the body, everywhere.

At this time, if anyone saw it, they would definitely think that Lu Li had fallen into the evil arts, and nearly a hundred spirit grasses had grown in his body. If someone recognizes the spirit grass, most of them will go crazy with jealousy.

The value of a blue blood sword heart is not lower than that of a low-grade venerable weapon, this one is good, he took out a hundred at a time, it is simply heartbreaking!

Surrounded by a large number of blue blood sword hearts, Lu Li's state of mind gradually stabilized.

I don't know how long it took, but he faintly noticed something unusual.

Inside the Blue Blood Sword Heart, there was an extremely tiny point of light. The point of light was inconspicuous, and as soon as the divine consciousness got close, it was immediately twisted into pieces.

The points of light contained in each Blood Sword Heart were very small, but they could produce strange fluctuations between them. Like heart cells, over time, those points of light show a certain regularity, alternating with each other. ，

"This is sword intent?"

Lu Li stared at the point of light, his divine consciousness condensed, and finally turned into a human form. This human form is incarnated by the divine consciousness and has the five most common senses of the physical body, which can be regarded as a part of the soul.

"Try it first."

The divine consciousness slowly approached the point of light, stretched out his finger, and in an instant, as if someone had been stunned, the finger disappeared completely.

Outside his body, the severe pain caused Lu Li to let out a muffled snort, the green tendons on his neck bulged, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Although he was injured, he was not angry but happy, "It turns out that this is the essence of sword intent, it is really domineering!" ”

"Again."

Lu Li endured the pain and grabbed it directly with his right hand.

Brush brush brush.

In less than a second, his right hand was sliced to pieces again.

"Hmmm! It's too fast to sense. ”

Thinking of this, Lu Li couldn't help but close his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stepped in with his legs raised.

"Ahh

The soul was Ling Chi, even if it was only a small part, Lu Li still roared irrepressibly. However, there is a soundproof formation in the room, and the outside world has no way of knowing.

Suddenly, the last trace of consciousness disappeared completely.

Outside, Lu Li closed his eyes tightly, and a trace of blood gradually overflowed from the corner of his mouth. (To be continued......)