The sword ghost baby's body suddenly showed a sword intent all over his body.

The next moment, the void was full of black light, and the baby appeared on the top of the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect Sword Cultivator, who was frightened.

This sword cultivator wanted to struggle frantically, but the space around him seemed to freeze, and the struggling body of this person spasmed, and the frightened expression on his face froze.

In the baby's black and white eyes, a hint of ridicule flashed, and then he opened his mouth to the head of this sword cultivator.

With a "click", blood splattered, and the man's legs kicked a few times, and then there was no sound.

The baby let out a sinister laugh of "hehe", floated to the sword cultivation body with both hands on his back, squatted down slowly, and ate the person's body one bite at a time.

The picture looks wickedly bloody.

Mu Kaixuan, who was standing on the side, his face was extremely pale, and he wanted to fight to the death several times, or drive the flying sword away, but when his eyes looked at the baby and gnawed on the corpse seriously, his face did not slant for a moment, and finally stood in place without moving.

After a quarter of an hour, the baby wiped the corners of his mouth contentedly and slowly stood up.

At this time, there was only a ball of blood on the ground, and even the bones and slag were eaten clean by the baby!

Mu Kaixuan only felt that his stomach was turning over the river, and he was extremely frightened in his heart, and the hairs on his body stood up.

"The sword cultivation that devoured the old man's sword soul, the sword intent in his body was really stimulated, and it tasted much more delicious, but their cultivation was still shallow, and the help to the old man was still too small", the baby sighed angrily, and said to himself with some doubts.

Only then did Mu Kaixuan know that when the flying sword of the three of them devoured the sword soul, this sword ghost really looked indifferently on the side.

The sword ghost allowed them to devour the sword soul unscrupulously, the purpose was to make it even more delicious!

What kind of monster is this?

How can a real sword ghost be so perverted and terrifying?

Mu Kaixuan's heart was full of despair.

The baby gently patted his bulging belly, looked up at Mu Kaixuan, and said slowly in a childish voice: "Compared to the waste that was swallowed by the old man just now, the sword intent in your body is obviously much purer, and your cultivation is more powerful, so it tastes more delicious when you think about it." ”

Mu Kaixuan's body shook.

I only heard the sword ghost continue: "But for the sake of you kid being so pustuy, so timid, and so obedient, the old man decided to spare your life for the time being, but the old man wants to borrow something from you, how about it?"

After the sword ghost finished speaking, he began to look Mu Kaixuan's body up and down.

"What do you want to borrow?" asked Mu Kaixuan stiffly.

"Don't be afraid, you kid, you naturally own the things that the old man borrowed, and besides, the old man will not lend you things in vain, if you agree, the old man will definitely make your prestige resounding in this world in the future, and even let you go down in history in the cultivation world," the sword ghost's small body swayed, and the tone of his voice became seductive, with some kind of convincing power.

At the same time, the sword ghost's black and white eyes shot out two distorted gray mist-like air currents.

Around the gray mist-like airflow, there was an eerie, but also very huge divine soul power.

"Let the prestige resound in this world?"

Mu Kaixuan muttered to himself, his eyes couldn't help but look at the sword ghost.

One person and one ghost looked at each other, and the gray mist in the eyes of the sword ghost suddenly increased in speed and shot into Mu Kaixuan's eyes.

Mu Kaixuan trembled, and then he reacted, his face was full of unwillingness, and he shouted loudly: "Senior, please, let me go!"

The sword ghost was stunned, and the gray mist-like airflow in his eyes continued to ingest into Mu Kaixuan's eyes.

After three or four breaths, Mu Kaixuan's eyes began to look a little wooden, and his body became stiff, but a certain evil smell began to slowly emerge on the face of the sword eyebrows.

On the surface of Mu Kaixuan's body, the gray mist-like air flow was constantly lingering, and the powerful power of the divine soul slowly penetrated into his body.

And the sword ghost suspended in front of Mu Kaixuan's eyes, as the gray mist-like airflow entered Mu Kaixuan's body, the sword ghost began to slowly become faint, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

In the end, the sword ghost's body directly became transparent, and then it turned into a sword-shaped gray mist-like air current, entering Mu Kaixuan's eyes.

Mu Kaixuan's originally stiff body suddenly shook slightly, and in Mu Ran's eyes, the eyeballs began to move slowly.

Immediately, the gray mist-like airflow flying on the surface of Mu Kaixuan's body turned into a clear qi and entered his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The corners of Mu Kaixuan's mouth hooked up a wicked smile, Mu Ran's eyes began to gradually become smart, he stretched out his arms, twisted his neck, and kicked his legs, as if he was adapting to this new body.

Then, "Mu Kaixuan" raised one hand, the blue light flashed slightly, and a blue flying sword made a sword roar and appeared in front of him.

"Mu Kaixuan" narrowed his eyes slightly, and swiped forward with his ten fingers together.

The coercion that almost surpassed the foundation building realm emanated from his body.

Then, the blue light of the sword body of the azure flying sword burst out, and a huge azure blue sword with a length of three zhang suddenly appeared from the sword body, and cut straight towards the ground!

Silently, a huge crack more than ten zhang long opened in the ground, and there was not only no crack near the crack, but the sides of the crack were extremely smooth.

It's like a green bamboo that has been cut by a sharp blade.

What a powerful, well-lit sword!

The next moment, a terrifying sword intent spread out from above the crack in the ground and went straight into the sky.

The power of this blue flying sword is so powerful that even if it is the Yin and Yang sword body of the Heavenly Sword Sect or the full force of Xia Han's blow, I am afraid that it will not reach such a level.

"Mu Kaixuan" looked at the crack in the ground under his feet, but there was a dissatisfied expression on his face, and he said: "The sword intent in this body is still too weak, and the strength that the old man can exert is really limited. ”

Suddenly, his body staggered, and then the center of his eyebrows, a crack opened, and blood flowed.

"Mu Kaixuan" touched his eyebrows, looked at the blood on his hands, groaned for a while, and said angrily: "It's really a weak body, the old man just made such a tentative blow, this body can't bear it, it's really ...... Ants!"

When he had finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, feeling something.

After a while, Mu Kaixuan's somewhat angry voice sounded again: "It seems that this body can only support the old man for half a month, and the time has passed, and the old man is afraid that he can only return to this ghost place again." ”

“...... However, it seems that there are a lot of juniors this time, so let's go out and have a look for it for the time being, and look for a more suitable body, if you meet a junior with divine blood flowing in your body, or meet the reincarnation of an immortal, it will be better. ”

"In this case, the old man should read this son's memory first, so as to deal with those juniors", "Mu Kaixuan" said to himself after saying this, and then closed his eyes again.

After the time of half-burnt incense, the man slowly opened his eyes.

"Xia Han, the Yin and Yang Sword Body ......", it seems that there is hope for being able to get out of this place this time.

"Mu Kaixuan" said so, and when he saw that he turned into a foot on the blue flying sword, turned into a blue light, he died laughing in the distance.

Bagua terrain, blasted on top of the low hills.

The horse-faced monk was encased in a blood cocoon.

The blood cocoon rises and falls above the brilliant flames of one moment of heat and one moment of coldness.

The glow is gorgeous, the dragon is steaming, and the purple mist is swirling.

A fairy aura that does not belong to the mortal realm is mighty.

However, the attention of the human cultivators, including the two white-clothed monks of the Heavenly Gate, was not on the blood cocoon at this time.

Because on the opposite side of them were more than 20 demonic cultivators.

At this time, the Tianmen monk had already discussed for a long time with the demon clan leader, a humanoid man with a hooked nose and a burning body, but still no agreement was reached.

"Feng Daoyou, is there really no room for negotiation?" The man with the hosta on his head in Tianmen looked at the hook-nosed demon cultivator with an ugly face, and asked in a cold voice.

The eagle hook-nosed demon cultivator shook his head indifferently, pointed to the blood cocoon in front of him, and looked at the man from the Heavenly Sword Gate with a jade hairpin on his head with sharp eyes, and said: "Brother Bai, don't forget, this place is the land of my demon clan, and this gossip terrain is arranged by the ancestors of our clan, even if you look at the face of Tianmen, there can only be five human beings who take advantage of this gossip terrain to forge their bodies and consolidate their cultivation, and the number of places must not be more." ”

"Since that's the ......case," the man from the Heavenly Sword Sect with a hosta on his head turned his face to look at the human monk behind him, and said with a slight apology in his mouth:

"You fellow Daoists have also seen it, since the Daoists of the Demon Clan have raised the quota from three to five, it can be regarded as giving me a great face in Tianmen, even if I wait, I can't ask too much, I hope you can understand. ”

Although the man with the hosta on his head said sorry words in his mouth, the expression on his face was still arrogant, and his eyes looked at the human monk behind him, and he flashed with disdain from time to time.

As soon as this person's words fell, the handsome-faced blonde man from the Barbarian Ghost Sect echoed loudly: "The senior brother of the Heavenly Gate is serious, since only five Daoists can enter the gossip terrain, then ......", before the blonde man's flattering words were finished, all the monks, including the demons, looked at the blood cocoon with slightly changed faces.

At this moment, the blood cocoon, which was floating on the bright flames, suddenly made a cracking sound from the inside.

The endless crimson glow turned into eight big characters such as "Qian, Kun ......", and surrounded the blood cocoon.

Suddenly, there were eight arm-thick purple qi around the low mountain, which turned into a dragon shape and entered the inside of the blood cocoon.

Then, a colorful auspicious cloud appeared under the blood cocoon, and the blood cocoon slowly rose with colorful light.

When the blood cocoon rose to a distance of three zhang, cracks appeared on the blood cocoon, regardless of the front and back.

In an instant, with a "click" and "click", the blood cocoon turned into a red cotton wool-like thing and cracked open, revealing the body of the horse-faced monk*.

The colorful auspicious clouds carried the horse-faced monk and landed in front of everyone, and then turned into a miniature rainbow and shot into the brilliant flames in the low mountain.

The eyes of all the monks looked at the horse-faced monk who was forced into the Bagua terrain by the Heavenly Gate monks, and his face was full of incredulity.

"Is this the magic of the gossip terrain? It's incredible," said a human monk with a trembling voice.