Qianyun's chest shook a few times, and he took a deep breath, the scene just now was too hanging, and he almost stepped into the door of the underworld. Net 8

Meng Qinghan was even more at the moment when the sword style dissipated, and the whole person softened, and it was estimated that he was scared enough.

And at this moment, the Sword Master Renjun withdrew the beads that had become dim in his hand, and looked at Qianyun with a surprised expression: "Sect Master Qian, why do you have my master's sword spectrum on you? If you can't explain it clearly, then what happened to the monk just now is your end!"

It turned out that the figure in the bead just now was a sword intent left by his master.

It was to prevent accidents in this mission.

That sword intent could only be used to attack once, and it could easily kill all the people in the sword mound at this moment, but it stopped because of the sword spectrum that fell from Qianyun's arms and dissipated into the air.

Therefore, the Sword Master was very surprised, he didn't expect that his master's sword spectrum would appear on Qianyun's body.

Qianyun fixed his mind, looked at the Houtu Venerable who was divided into two and could no longer die, and sighed in his heart, how many people may not be able to reach the innate realm in their lifetime, but even if they reach the innate realm, what about it?

It's not a blink of an eye, and the body is dead.

Qianyun told the sword master about the forest drought.

The Sword Master only understood what was going on at this moment.

"It seems that your life should not be extinguished, such a coincidence can even be met by you!

The Sword Master sighed in admiration and slowly walked towards the Qianlong Sword.

This time, no one dared to stop it, even if it was as arrogant as Shenyu Gongzi, he stood aside with fear.

The dry realm is such a place where the strong are respected, at this moment, the sword lord is the only innate powerhouse here, even if they have more unwillingness, after experiencing the sword just now, they don't dare to make the slightest move.

The Sword Master came to the Qianlong Sword and quietly watched the Qianlong Sword.

This stop is half an hour, and it seems that I can't bear to touch it.

After a long time, he sighed, and then reached out to grab the Qianlong Sword, but the Qianlong Sword seemed to have its own spiritual intelligence, and its body flashed, dodged his hand, and floated to the other side.

The Sword Master tried several times, but he couldn't succeed.

Everyone also saw clearly, this Qianlong Sword is really as the Sword Master said before, the spirit sword has a spirit, it will choose its own master, and those who can't get its recognition can't get him at all.

"Don't force me to use my strength to force you, be obedient!"

As if facing a beloved woman, the Sword Master said softly to the Qianlong Sword.

The Qianlong Sword trembled, stopped flashing, and just when everyone thought it would obediently choose to cooperate, suddenly, it flashed violently and came directly to Qianyun, Qianyun subconsciously grabbed it, and the sword had fallen into his hands.

The moment the dragon ring came into contact with the Dry Dragon Sword, the two suddenly burst out with dazzling golden rays.

Qianyun could feel that a force of the same origin as him suddenly surged out of the Qianlong Sword, burrowed into his body, and operated according to the Qianyuan Heavenly Technique, this power was huge, but it was not as irritable as when he wanted to refine the Dragon Quit Fire Yuan.

Like a ray of sunlight shining on his body, he only felt warm all over.

This power continued to refine him, increasing his true element, but in an instant, he only felt that his body seemed to be muffled, at this moment, the flesh was completed, and the twelve righteousness were like one, as if breaking through a membrane, the true yuan in his body suddenly skyrocketed, but in a few breaths, he already felt that the true yuan in his body had increased more than ten times.

And under the condensation of that power, Zhenyuan has also become more pure, the five senses have improved, and the strength has skyrocketed.

Hidden Cloud has never felt so powerful, and it seems that everything has changed.

He could see things more clearly, farther away, and his ears were sharper, and he could hear the wails of the scattered cultivators who were affected clearly, and he could clearly distinguish who was calling, and the dead body of the Venerable Houtu was filled with a thick and bloody position.

It turns out that this is the Dust Removal Realm!

Qianyun only held the Qianlong Sword, and that kind of intimate feeling was like his arm, inseparable.

And the power in his body did not disappear, after helping him break through the Dust Realm in one fell swoop, this power began to swim along a strange meridian route, and for a moment, the hidden cloud was in pain.

He had never touched this meridian before, and the meridians were not as thick as the Twelve Orthodox, so when he experienced this huge infusion of power, a tearing pain made him sweat profusely.

For a moment, it was as if the whole person had been fished out of the water.

But he gritted his teeth and held back, not saying a word.

He knew that this power did not harm him, and every time he refined a meridian, the true yuan in his body increased dramatically, and this feeling of pain and happiness made Qianyun love and hate.

All he wanted to say at the moment was, come on, don't stop, go on forever!

Just as the hidden cloud body was experiencing the changes in his body, the others in the sword mound all looked at him dumbfounded.

No one expected that this Qianlong Sword would take the initiative to choose Qianyun as its master.

What a blessing!

Seeing the Qianlong Sword shining in Qianyun's hands, Qianyun entered a state of epiphany, and his cultivation continued to rise, and everyone's eyes turned red, wishing that the person who was chosen by the Qianlong Sword this time was himself.

The Sword Master looked at the hidden clouds that seemed to have fallen into a state of epiphany, and was silent.

He tried his best to communicate with the Qianlong Sword just now, but unfortunately there was no progress for half an hour.

He understood that the Qianlong Sword had not chosen him.

However, he didn't expect that the person chosen by the Qianlong Sword would be Qianyun, a little guy whose cultivation was just Ning Yuan Realm, such a cultivation, in his eyes, only needed to blow a breath to be able to take his life, which made him really unwilling.

If he can get the Qianlong Sword, then he will definitely be able to get the attention of the human saint and truly get the recognition of the human saint.

At this moment, the murderous intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring.

But soon, he let go of his killing intent again!

He remembered what his master, Rensheng, had said to him before.

"Renjun! this trip is very important to me, I checked the classics, the last place where the Qianlong Sword appeared was the Hidden Mountain, if you can not attract the attention of other forces, quietly take down the Hidden Sword Sect, so it is the best, if you find the information of the Qianlong Sword, then you need to take this sword with the power of thunder, the artifact has spirituality, if you don't find the owner, bring it back, if it finds the owner, don't hurt the life of its owner, you need to treat each other politely, let him come to see me!"

No one dares to disobey the holy words of men!

Even he, the disciple who was the most respected in the eyes of others, did not dare.

Among the monarchs, he may not be the strongest person, but he has the highest status, the most power, and controls everything in the holy capital, and he can have today's status because he is dedicated to doing things for the saints and never disobeys the slightest.

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