The hands and feet were bound, but Bai Mei's will was extremely free, and the sword light containing all kinds of artistic conception and sword intent was condensed by Bai Mei like a storm towards the two little ghosts in front of him.

The cold, pure, and radiant moon power of the falling moon and the sword trick of the sky!

The ghosts sing and worship feverishly!

The Five Elements Sword Code of the Ten Directions and the Central Floating Realm are not moving!

Phantom of the Heart, a long sword song with a hundred thoughts!

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All the swordsmanship that he has learned since his cultivation has been interpreted one move at a time under Bai Mei's mind, and there is no need to worry about hitting too heavy or too powerful.

Bai Mei, who is no longer bound, seems to have broken free from an invisible shackle at this moment, and an indescribable sense of comfort ripples in Bai Mei's heart.

"Happy!"

Laughing loudly and shouting, in the Qinglian Holy Platform in Bai Mei's body, a lotus seed slowly dissolved, turning into a pure cultivation to fill the loss of true yuan in Bai Mei's body.

Time passed gradually, and Bai Mei, who could practice sword moves unscrupulously, had already forgotten everything at this moment, what the Kyushu Conference, what Vientiane Babel Tower.

Wielding sword moves at will, Bai Mei, who was wandering in the ocean of swordsmanship, began to fall into an inexplicable realm, in this realm, Bai Mei abandoned all the shackles of the law and principles, and the whole person's body and mind were thrown into the ocean-like sea of swords.

The true yuan in the body was rapidly consumed at a terrifying speed with the generous swing of the sword move. If this consumption rate was placed on the body of an ordinary monk, a few breaths would be able to drain the true essence of a foundation building peak monk.

But Bai Mei, who had the Qinglian Holy Terrace to replenish the true yuan in his body, didn't care about this consumption, and the speed of the sword technique not only did not slow down, but became faster and faster, as if all the sword techniques and swordsmanship were connected together.

The two little ghosts on the opposite side have died no longer knowing how many times, and the aura emanating from their bodies has begun to approach Bai Mei infinitely, and at the same time, the pressure on Bai Mei is also increasing.

Before, the two little ghosts could only walk in front of Bai Mei for a maximum of twenty steps, but now they can already step within ten steps. Once they are brought closer, the saw and funnel in their hands are obviously not going to be friendly tools.

When the last lotus seed in the Qinglian Holy Altar turned into a cultivation supplement and entered Bai Mei's body, the two little ghosts were no more than three steps away from Bai Mei!

The aura on his body became more and more obscure and faint, and all the accumulation was consumed, but the eyes of Bai Mei were brighter than ever at the moment!

The feeling of all kinds of kendo in his heart is getting deeper and deeper, and this feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction makes Bai Mei feel that even living a life like this is excellent.

Kiss!

The last trace of True Yuan turned into a sword light and struck the two little ghosts, making a soft sound. The white eyebrows that had completely run out of oil and the lamp had withered, and the rotation of the Qinglian Holy Terrace in his body had become dry, and he raised his eyes to look at the two little ghosts who had already walked in front of him.

The razor-sharp blade was held high by the imp, and the funnel with the sharp socket was filled with hot oil at some point.

Seeing that the saw blade was about to slice open his scalp, the sharp funnel was about to penetrate his skull and pour hot oil into his head.

The white eyebrows with eyes like torches, the green lotus holy platform in the body slowly turned, and on the empty lotus platform, a ray of reborn true yuan was like the first light of dawn, breaking through the night, shining on the white eyebrows of the dantian inner mansion!

And hidden in the depths of the Qinglian Holy Altar, there is an invincible soul of white eyebrows!

If you don't break it, you can't stand it!

"Yuan Yi Symphony, Slashing the Sky and Drawing the Sword!"

His eyes widened, and an extremely thin sword light quickly gushed out from Bai Mei's pupils!

No dazzling brilliance, no monstrous might!

A simple and ordinary sword light, but it broke through the shackles of time and space at a speed that could not be captured, and cut the two little ghosts in half!

At the same time, outside the Tower of Babel in Vientiane.

The towering Vientiane Babel Tower has been heavily wrapped in a black and purple thundercloud at some point, and Cao Peng, the prince of the Wei Wu Imperial Court, who is in charge of supervising this Kyushu Conference, got up and looked at the thunderclouds surrounding the Vientiane Babel Tower, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the divine light appeared in his eyes, revealing a trace of fierceness!

Could it be that there is a peerless demon in the Tower of Babel?!

This thought flashed through Cao Peng's heart, but was quickly denied by him. He had seen the cultivators who wanted to enter the Vientiane Babel Tower before, and if there was really a peerless demon, it would be impossible for him to hide it so cleverly, and even he couldn't see a flaw.

Moreover, the Vientiane Babel Tower is the top secret realm of the Earth Treasure Cave Hushan, if there is really a peerless demon making waves in it, it will also be kicked out by the independent spirituality of the Donghu Mountain.

But if it weren't for the Heavenly Power drawn out by the Demon Head, what would it be? Forget it, this matter will be discussed later, this Heavenly Mighty Thundercloud envelops the Vientiane Babel Tower, and once it has been accumulated for a long time, it is very likely to hurt the monks inside. I've got to shoot them first!

Cao Peng, who had made up his mind to find out the person who attracted the power of heaven after the game, had to take the lead in defeating the thundercloud in order to ensure that the monks in the Vientiane Babel Tower.

As soon as the thought moved, Cao Peng's figure suddenly turned into a dragon head golden light, surging towards the Vientiane Babel Tower, heading straight for the thundercloud!

The closer he got to the thundercloud, the more clearly Cao Peng felt the majestic and heavy aura and terrifying power in it.

If it's been accumulating for a while, I'm afraid even I won't be able to defeat it easily!

The golden light stopped a hundred meters away from the thundercloud, and Cao Peng, who showed his figure, looked at the thundercloud a hundred meters away, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of solemnity.

Although this thundercloud appeared not long ago, after all, it was the condensation of heavenly power, and ordinary monks would feel their spirits shake even if they looked at it, and they didn't dare to look at it directly!

With a spread of his left hand, a jade-colored seal carved with a dragon python suddenly appeared in Cao Peng's palm, which was Cao Peng's prince's seal! With this seal in his hand, Cao Peng could mobilize the national fortune on the first floor of the capital.

Don't underestimate the national fortune that is only a mere layer, the Great Wei Dynasty ruled the Central Plains and Kyushu, and the population of the human race is more than one trillion yuan, and the land is more than 100 million hectares! The power of national fortune condensed by such a huge base is not to mention a layer.

Even one thousandth of the strength can crush a Jindan power to death!

Fighting against the will of heaven with one's own body is an extremely dangerous thing, even if he succeeds, he will be jealous and hated by heaven and earth, this kind of thing Cao Peng can't do it himself.

Therefore, it is the best choice to mobilize the national fortune to defeat this Tianwei thundercloud, the Great Wei Dynasty occupies nine points of the world's territory, and the national fortune is like a sea and ocean, if it is only to defeat a Tianwei thundercloud, it is only a very small loss for the Great Wei Dynasty, and it can be recovered in a few days, and there will be no trouble.

The prince's jade seal in his palm trembled slightly, and let out a soft sound. Cao Peng stretched out his hand, and an earthy yellow light of national fortune suddenly poured out from the Shangjing City under his feet, floating on the prince's jade seal.

The jade seal of the prince attached to the fortune of the country exuded an extremely heavy and majestic aura in an instant, but the palm-sized seal gave people a feeling of a mountain range.

Ordinary monks would be pressed to the ground even if they just glanced at it, because what this jade seal contained at this moment was not the power of one person and one person, but the power of one country in a great country.

The country, the gathering of all the people and all the strengths!

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