"The second type, Flying Sword Rain."

Li Siwen waved the 'Qingtian Sword' in his hand, and saw that this big sword instantly separated thirty-six small swords, the color of the sword body was a little black, and each sword was glowing with a faint cyan light.

The mantra in Li Siwen's mouth did not stop, and the thirty-six flying swords suddenly became seventy-two.

Chen Xiangyun was dumbfounded. The first thing to look at is the material of the weapon, and the sandalwood sword inherited by their Chen family can only be divided into four at most, and Li Siwen directly divided into thirty-six, or thirty-six in the next second, and seventy-two, everything came too fast.

And it doesn't seem to have continued, the seventy-two Qingtian swords were separated again, and finally divided into one hundred and forty-four Qingtian swords.

These one hundred and forty-four blue sky swords, all of them flew into the air with a bang, and for a while, the sky, which was originally shrouded in black mist, now became even darker, and a sword rain fell.

The sword swished down quickly, no matter how these Yin ghost dolls escaped, each sword could accurately stab a Yin ghost doll.

These Yin ghost dolls with strong vitality, who can be eaten raw by people with strength above the strength of the martial arts Dacheng, and powerful characters who can force the martial arts masters to die together, have now become the targets of scattering and fleeing, and being killed by others.

The sky was full of sword rain and it was raining like this, and hundreds of Yin Ghost Dolls let out a terrifying cry, and this cry was full of wails of losing their lives.

However, there were a few smart ones who wanted to rush to the place where Chen Xiangyun and the others were standing, seeking the protection of the hostages, but unfortunately, an invisible barrier had been planted long before.

These Yin Ghost Dolls could not use all their strength to cross this invisible barrier, which was like a spider web, sucking every Yin Ghost Doll that rushed up tightly on the web, and then draining their Yin Spirit Qi from the veins of the web.

It is undeniable that the creator of this barrier is Li Siwen.

Li Siwen stood on the periphery of the enchantment like a god, and walked step by step towards those yin ghost dolls who were fleeing in all directions.

Every time he walked, the rain of swords floating in the air followed his direction, moving in unison.

In Bai Lianxue's view, this scene is the revenge of the heavenly immortals against these yin ghosts, and they will be wiped out at one time?

Just as Bai Lianxue thought, in less than five minutes, the black mist outside the barrier had all dispersed, and the blue-faced fangs stacked on the ground one after another, and the remains of half-human-tall Yin ghost dolls emitted a foul-smelling smell.

Everything is not over, I saw Li Siwen sitting in one place, his hands were tightly closed, and he recited the mantra in his mouth. The body flew into the air again, and immediately fused together, and a long sword appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The long sword swirled and hovered in mid-air, absorbing the breath of this group of yin spirits, and slowly the color of the cyan long sword was changing, and the color was getting darker and darker and closer to black.

And the remains of those Yin Spirit Dolls quickly lost their flesh and skin, forming a dried corpse, and the aura of the dried corpse was still flowing, and finally it became a skeleton with only white bones left.

A road paved with countless bones unfolded in front of everyone's eyes.

Li Siwen opened his eyes, and a thin layer of sweat was on his forehead, he wanted to know the skill of cultivating magic weapons. In the cultivation realm, the Fa is more spiritual energy required than one's own cultivation, and even if you are not careful, even if you exhaust your Qi Sea Snow Mountain, you may not be able to increase the level of the magic weapon.

As a result, the magic weapons used by many high-grade immortals are really ordinary, because most cultivators think that as long as their bodies become stronger, others will not dare to disturb them, and the strength of those magic weapons will become dispensable.

But the Qingtian Sword has a different meaning for Li Siwen.

This sword has been with him since he stepped into the cultivation realm in his last life, and his cultivation is lonely and lonely, and only this sword is the only magic weapon he can pour out his thoughts, so this time he wants to reshape the sword body in the fastest time for the Qingtian Sword, and forcibly obtain the sword spirit.

The aura of the Yin Ghost Doll can be used just right.

When a red bead rose from the pile of white bones, Li Siwen reached out and took the bead directly in his hand.

There are a few strands of entangled resentment in the red beads, rolling through the beads. You can feel the restless souls in the hot bead wall.

Li Siwen held the bead in his hand and said to the bead: "I know that you dead little babies are not convinced, you feel that you have practiced for hundreds of years, and have been worshiped by others for hundreds of years, even if you are abandoned on the side of the road, although you are a wild soul on the side of the road, but with the clay statue in the shrine as a medium, you all regard yourself as half a god." ”

I saw the red beads beating back and forth in Li Siwen's hand, as if resisting. discussion, as if nodding.

With a snap, Li Siwen slapped the beads with his two palms. Run's beads have doubled in size compared to before.

"No matter how unconvinced you are, there is only one way out to be my sword spirit."

The Qingtian Sword fell into Li Siwen's hand, and Li Siwen made this transparent circle. Gently place the beads on the hilt and the center of the blade.

There was a sword roar, and with a click, the Qingtian Sword flew into the sky, piercing into the clouds, and when it passed through the clouds again, it turned into the accessory that was only half the size of a palm, and fell into the palm of Li Siwen's hand, trembling a little.

Li Siwen shook one hand and walked towards the people standing in the enchantment with a smile.

With a slight wave of his hand, the invisible enchantment disappeared, revealing a casual smile, this smile was so simple, as if nothing had happened in Li Siwen's opinion.

He was only out for two minutes, no big deal.

Bai Lianxue's stunned gaze kept staring at the young man.

This man is much more terrifying than the biting ghost dolls before, and the most important thing is that the Bai family also belongs to the great family in the north of Huaguo, and in the Bai family, a big family that has existed for hundreds of years, has never seen a person with such strong strength.

There was no record before, and Bai Lianxue knew that a monster like this man would not appear in a hundred years.

"What, aren't you two leaving?" Li Siwen asked.

The object of his question is obviously Bai Lianxue and Ren Chengguo, because these two people are just passers-by he saves in Li Siwen's opinion.

"Oh, I, I, let's go." Bai Lianxue glanced at the road, which was more than fifty meters long and paved with white bones, and she wanted to try to find the bodies of the eleven people who died for the Bai family on this road.

Obviously, this was unlikely, firstly she didn't have the courage to rummage through the piles of bones, and secondly, the young man didn't seem to be happy to let them stay here forever.

This young man. Probably has regarded Zijun Mountain as his own territory, but others do have the strength to occupy the mountain as the king, but it's a pity that my sister's illness doesn't know how long it will take to be cured.

Bai Lianxue was about to let Ren Chengguo leave with her, but Ren Chengguo stood up and pointed at the young man who looked a little weak and shouted, "Is it possible for you to bully people just because you have strength?" ”

This sentence made Li Siwen stunned.