Under the impact of the violent Xuan Force, Gu Zheng couldn't even care about the refining and improvement of the sword intent, but forced himself to calm down, constantly carrying the surging Xuan Force in the dantian, causing it to circulate through the meridians, and then disperse into the five Xuan Sword Sword Sources.

Huge risks are often accompanied by opportunities, Gu Zheng can feel that his sword source cultivation is rising steadily, and it only took an hour for him to step into the fourfold realm of spiritual elephants.

But Rao is like this, the surging mystical power in his body still can't be calmed, making Gu Zheng's meridians ache faintly, and the dantian bulges as if it is about to explode.

Gu Zheng was secretly glad that if he hadn't cultivated the Sanjiu Xuangong to the fifth order and sixth stage in one go, his meridians and dantian would not have lasted so long.

Not daring to relax in the slightest, Gu Zheng continued to operate the sword source, constantly refining and purifying, and continuing to improve.

In another two hours, Gu Zheng's cultivation suddenly stepped into the fivefold realm of the spirit elephant, and this kind of improvement speed was naturally very humanly within his reach, even unimaginable.

However, Gu Zheng didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief at all, because the fierce Xuan Force was still full of stamina, and it was still rampaging in his body, eager to break through his body in one fell swoop.

Gu Zheng was miserable, he could only continue to swallow the Xuan Force, even if he 'ate it', he would definitely not be able to stop for a moment.

After a full day and a night, there was a faint roar in Gu Zheng's body, and his sword source cultivation actually hit the sixfold perfection realm of the spirit elephant in one fell swoop.

But Gu Zheng didn't feel happy, he only felt embarrassed, this time his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, completely exceeding his physical load.

Now, there was a layer of blood scabs all over his body, which was the result of the uninterrupted impact of Xuan Li. Gu Zheng knew that he had reached the limit and would definitely not be able to cultivate any longer.

But the terrible thing is that Gu Zheng still has a mysterious power in his body, and he has not found a belonging, and it seems that he will not give up until he breaks his body.

Gu Zheng would never dare to continue, not only his meridians and dantian couldn't bear it, but even the five sword sources that had risen sharply could no longer hold it. If he can't stop, he will go mad and lose control of his mystical power.

Fortunately, that mysterious force is far less fierce and domineering than at the beginning, although Gu Zheng can't absorb it, he can barely carry it out of his body and give up this mysterious force.

It was also at this time that Gu Zheng had the mind to release his soul and explore the outside world. When he saw a group of sword kings, they were forcibly breaking into the Demon King's Palace and fighting with hundreds of battle puppets, he couldn't help but laugh.

"This power cannot be wasted, and it is just right for you. Gu Zheng muttered to himself, his soul moved, and the surging Huangchen Xuanjian in the dantian instantly came out of his body, and also took away the power that was trapped in his body.

Only then did Gu Zheng notice that his Huangchen Xuanjian had undergone a great change, and it was full of terrifying power sword intent, which was probably twice as large as before.

His strength sword intent was enough to reach the quadruple level, and he could make the sword power reach four times the base out of thin air.

The fourfold power sword intent, coupled with the residual power of this Yuan Dan, and the meteor totem that fell from the sky from a height of thousands of miles. What kind of power such a sword is, even Gu Zheng himself can't predict.

When that force was gone, he felt relaxed, and his body was unobstructed like never before.

The Yellow Dust Xuanjian was wrapped in the power of the Source Pill, rising high, flying out of the palace, soaring up to two thousand miles, and only then did it turn the tip of the sword and point directly at the Demon Yuan Mountain Range below, which had become smaller.

There, in the Demon King's Palace in the depths of the Demon Yuan Mountain Range, there was a big battle, and it had been a stalemate for a day.

The Ling Feng Sword King was undoubtedly the strongest among the kings, the cultivation of the Spirit Elephant Nine Realms and a mouthful of the Qingfeng Xuan Sword made him move like the wind, and the sword qi swept like a dragon, even if he faced the four spirit elephant peak battle puppets at the same time, he would not fall behind.

After all, the battle puppet's swordsmanship only reached the Transformation Realm, and for a while, it could only be resisted with its indestructible beast bone body, and it was difficult to touch the vital point of the Ling Feng Sword King.

There were nearly a hundred battle puppets gathered here, including ten at the peak of the spirit elephants, which were respectively pinned down by the four powerhouses of the Demon Abyss Mountain Range, such as the Ling Feng Sword King and the Deadwood Sword King.

As for the other war puppets, they were relatively weak, and it was also difficult to suppress the remaining fifteen Sword King powerhouses.

If it continues like this, when the power of Xuanjing and Beast Pill in the battle puppet's body is exhausted, it will no longer be able to stop these nineteen sword kings.

Ling Feng Sword King and the others really saw this, so they continued to fight, in a vain attempt to break through the blockade of the war puppet in one fell swoop and find Gu Zheng hidden in the depths.

Ten miles behind these battle puppets, Xie Shouxin and the thirty-nine Gu Zheng's Sword King servants had already walked out of the temple and were ready to fight. With a strong enemy in front, where do they still have the heart to concentrate on cultivation.

It's just that Xie Shouxin strictly ordered everyone not to take action lightly.

Xie Shouxin knew very well that the lives of these servants were far more important to Gu Zheng than the war puppets. War golems are precious, but they are valuable. And this group of flesh-and-blood Sword King servants is a priceless treasure.

"Senior Brother Xie, let's try it, the hall master is in retreat, and there is absolutely no room for error. If we let these guys break in and disturb the hall master, we will really be to blame. "Xing Jin is already asking for war for the third time.

But Xie Shouxin still shook his head firmly and said, "None of you can die unless it is absolutely necessary." This is the order of the hall master!"

Of course, these words were not said by Gu Zheng, but Xie Shouxin understood that this must be what Gu Zheng needed. Moreover, Gu Zheng also needs him to pass on such words from generation to generation, and win people's hearts.

Sure enough, Xie Shouxin noticed that the group of sword kings beside him were all touched when they heard the words, and a few of them lowered their heads in a little shame.

Xing Jinhu's eyes were full of tears, his muscles were exposed, and seeing that the crisis was approaching, he was on the verge of breaking out.

But at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the minds of everyone including Xie Shouxin, "Don't be impulsive, just look at it with peace of mind." ”

"It's the hall master!" Xing Jin and the others looked around in surprise, but they didn't find Gu Zheng's figure.

But they were sure that it must be the voice of the temple master. Especially those sword kings who were subdued later, hearing that unforgettable voice, their hearts trembled.

That night, it was this voice that made them have to give in and have their current identity.

And when that voice fell, Xie Shouxin and the others also noticed the abnormality of the battlefield in the distance.

From the skies above the battlefield, to be exact. There, the endless fog separates on its own, giving way to a blue sky.

It's just that, through the separated fog, everyone also saw a little star in the blue sky, as bright as another round of scorching sun.

"The hall master has drawn his sword!" The thirty later sword kings were all too familiar to see such visions.

It's just that this time the prestige is much stronger than what they saw at the beginning, which makes them daunted, and they only have an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

"This is the real majesty of heaven!" Xie Shou looked at it, his heart swaying.