On the ninth step, Jun Yi sat silently.

His face was warm and smiling, but his eyebrows and eyes were as indifferent as gods, and he looked down like a peeping ant.

Even the Heavenly Punishment Saint who was standing at the bottom of the steps had a strong sense of awe at this moment, which made his originally straight waist bend a little unconsciously.

The two looked at each other, the eyebrows of the Heavenly Punishment Saint narrowed, a smile gradually appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but sigh: "You actually... It really worked. ”

Looking back at the steps in front of him, looking at the gurgling blood stained on it, Jun Yi also sighed a little.

But more, it was satisfaction with the harvest, and said lightly: "The subtlety here has allowed me to stabilize the realm, or the gift of stepping on the ninth step." ”

"Gifts?"

The Heavenly Punishment Saint smiled strangely and said meaningfully: "This is just a drop in the bucket, the real gift is at your feet." ”

Hearing this, Jun Yi looked stunned, and after glancing at his body, he put down his body and stood on the steps.

I saw that the place where I was standing was in a square pattern, and there were strange lines carved inside, as if it was done irregularly, and it seemed to be very mysterious, so that he couldn't understand it.

"Hum..."

At this time, the Heavenly Punishment Saint raised his hand, and a clear chirp suddenly came from outside the palace door, only to see the white crane flapping its wings, holding a crystal in its mouth, hovering around Jun Yi.

The white crane's agile gaze fell downward, as if he was looking at Jun Yi, and after a little hovering, he opened his mouth, causing the crystals in his mouth to fall and droop, floating in front of Jun Yi.

After doing this, the white crane raised its head to the sky and roared loudly and softly, and then suddenly flapped its wings and swooped down, like a flash of thunder, and disappeared into the lines below Jun Yi.

At this moment, the pale white brilliance spread, attached to the lines on it, making it seem to come to life, gradually detached from the ground, and rose from the ground.

Transformed into a streamer, constantly filling the crystal suspended in front of Jun Yi, so that the diamond-like lens began to stretch up and down.

"Boom!"

At this time, a sonorous sound of Jin Ge suddenly came out from the white mang in front of Jun Yi.

This voice is ethereal and long, as if it comes from the nine heavens, and it seems to run through the long river of years, through the vicissitudes of life, the changes of the world, and the indescribable heaviness.

As a result, the Heavenly Punishment Saint who was standing in the audience had a bright light in his eyes, and even his breathing became heavy, and his chest was rising and falling violently.

Such an appearance, appearing on the body of the Heavenly Punishment Saint, is not only out of shape, but also unable to suppress it.

Jun Yi stared at the pale white light in front of him, curiosity gradually grew in his eyes, and a desire born from his heart, although he didn't know what it was, even though he hadn't yet glimpsed the real face, which made him feel impatient.

Almost subconsciously, Jun Yi stretched out his hand and slowly probed into the pale white light.

Suddenly, a warm and slippery touch covered his palm, and then passed along his arm and into his entire body, submerging into his heart, as if his bone marrow was trembling.

Unable to resist, the consciousness could not command the body at all, Jun Yi's big hand that reached into it, and slowly bent up, as if excited, and as if the treasure was to the extent of caution, extremely gently and softly grasped it.

"Hum..."

In an instant, the thick clouds shook and suddenly cracked towards the surroundings, revealing the true face inside.

Jun Yi's eyes trembled, and he looked at the existence in front of him with light breathing, which was held tightly in his hand, which was actually a smooth and transparent body, like a strange sword condensed by the convergence of ethereal clouds and mist.

Holding this sword, Jun Yi's whole body became comfortable and relaxed, and even a little proud feeling was born in his heart, as if he held the will of heaven and earth, and he could send down heavenly punishment with a wave of his hand.

"Whew..."

Jun Yi felt something, and subconsciously held the hilt of the sword lightly and waved it at will.

The brilliance was fleeting, but the side steps on which it stood disappeared in unison, and in its place was an abyss hidden by clouds and mist.

Such a scene made Jun Yi's hand holding the hilt of the sword freeze in the air, unable to believe what he was seeing.

How hard this whitening step is, Jun Yi has deeply experienced it when he climbed, and he even believes that if he is not shrouded by this heavy pressure, otherwise he will not be able to leave a trace even if he uses all his strength and means.

Not only that, but he had even more suspicions in his heart, even if the ghost tomb made a mysterious move, I am afraid it would be difficult to damage.

But such a hard step was gently cut into nothingness under the sharp blade of this ethereal cloud sword, not to mention shattered, even a little dust was not left.

With such a sharp edge that did not make a sound, even Jun Yi, who was holding this sword lightly, unconsciously trembled in his heart, and subconsciously became cautious, for fear that with a slight wave, he would directly send him away.

"This sword is a strange thing in heaven and earth. ”

Jun Yi held the sword lightly, carefully erected it in front of him, looked at the ethereal vicissitudes of life, and sighed softly, and the pupils in his eyes were almost engraved with the word "like".

He believed that once he held this sword, even a martial artist in the realm of the Martial Empress Stage would be completely fearless, and it would be easy to even kill it.

"Whoa..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of metal clashing in the palace.

Jun Yi subconsciously looked up, only to see that above the palace, at some point, nine iron locks with a width of several zhang appeared, entangled with each other and sank.

His gaze froze, and he subconsciously held the blade of the sword in his hand, which was a slash.

I saw that the brilliance flashed away, passing over the iron lock, but to Jun Yi's surprise, the incomparable blade of the sword could not cut the iron lock that fell from above.

With a crisp sound falling, Jun Yi looked intently, and there was not even a trace left on the iron lock. 31

"Hum..."

Without waiting for Jun Yi to strike again, the long sword he was holding lightly actually broke free from his palm and rushed into the sky, actually trying to fight alone and cut the iron lock.

But no matter how much this sword struggled and resisted, it was to no avail, it was just in vain, and even unstoppable let the nine iron locks condense his range of movement smaller and smaller.

Jun Yi's eyes were cold, and he was about to come to the rescue, but before he could get up, he was heavily pressed down by the cold and heavy power that overflowed from the iron lock.

Don't say it's a shot, it's even very difficult to take off.

"Zheng..."

At this moment, a cold light flashed on the iron lock, and gradually shrank around the blade, trapping it in it, and it was still condensing.

The long sword seemed to be in severe pain, and it was still trembling.

Seeing such a scene, Jun Yi was anxious, but he was helpless, so he could only watch the cold light on the iron lock dissipate, and the cold lines of the Nine Dao Forests were engraved on the sword, making it completely sharp.

The original ethereal and vicissitudes of life long sword also became an ordinary white jade long sword at this moment, if you want to say that it is different, it is just more than the decoration of the nine Dao Senhan.

"Hum..."

The long sword trembled slightly, as if it had exhausted all its strength, and it hung down straight, which also made Jun Yi, who was not bound by heavy pressure, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed it in his hand.

Starting, the long sword is still smooth and delicate, but it lacks a little agility.

Jun Yi stretched out his hand with an ugly face, stroking the sword body, as if in response, and the long sword was still glowing with a whitening brilliance, but it was then entangled and suppressed by the nine cold lines on it, making it calm again.

"What's going on?"

Jun Yi raised his eyes and looked at the Heavenly Punishment Saint at the bottom of the steps, wanting to know the inside story from him.

But the Heavenly Punishment Saint only shook his head slightly, and the joy that filled his face also dissipated with the pattern of the iron lock, and returned to solemnity.

After a serious and complicated glance at the long sword, the Heavenly Punishment Saint sighed lightly and said, "Now is not the time for you to know. ”

"Even if you have qualifications, you're just qualified. ”

"Some things are too far away from you. ”

Hearing these words, Jun Yi's face was extremely pale, but the feeling of being forcibly suppressed and unable to resist made his angry chest explode.

Ignoring these, Jun Yi asked again indifferently: "Then tell me, how can I unlock the blockade above?"

Hearing this, the Heavenly Punishment Saint did not answer, but raised his hand slightly, and grabbed it slightly towards the place where Jun Yi was above, which actually caused the sword in his palm to come out of his hand directly and fall into his palm.

Jun Yi's eyes froze, but he didn't stop it, letting him do whatever he wanted.

It wasn't until the Heavenly Punishment Saint touched the long sword and looked at it with affection for a while that he held it down, pointed the tip of the sword at the ground, and said, "There is only one way, and that is to become stronger." ”

"Boom!"

As soon as the words came out, the Heavenly Punishment Holy Appearance was covered with thunder, the black hair was arrogant, and the whole person was like a supreme god bathed in thunder, containing the great power to destroy the heavens and the earth, even if it was Jun Yi, his heart was cold.

At the same time, even the body of the long sword that he was holding in his palm was covered with a layer of roaring thunder.

Not only that, but even at the moment when the thunder covered the sword body, the sword body also flashed with a white brilliance, and the brilliant white light reflected the heaven and the earth.

Even the cold iron lock lines engraved on it were stimulated to come to life, and they began to flow coldly.

The long sword is white, ethereal vicissitudes, and the iron locks of the Dao form a large net, lingering around the long sword, which makes it a little more domineering and ferocious, as if it can kill all things.

"You only need to use this sword with thunder, how strong your strength is, how terrible the thunder you can urge is, it means that you can exert a few percent of the power of this sword. ”

The Heavenly Punishment Saint Phase, bathed in thunder, mastered the Thunder Long Sword, looked at Jun Yi indifferently, and told him the inner mysteries, and when he raised his hand, there was a thunder roar, and the sword blade passed, leaving even a trace of the void for a moment.

"It's bondage. ”

The Heavenly Punishment Saint Phase converged the thunder all over his body, causing the long sword to return to its ordinary appearance again, and said lightly: "A binding that originates from fate. ”

"If you have this sword, you will have to endure the same fate as him. ”

"You, are you ready?"

Hearing this, Jun Yi glanced at the long sword in the palm of the Heavenly Punishment Saint, and then his gaze fell on his face, and he looked at him with four eyes: "I'm afraid there are still you related to this fate, right?"

"Not bad. ”

"I and Him are one flesh, and the two are one. The Heavenly Punishment Saint did not hide it, and nodded very calmly, but it was just that, and he didn't explain much.

"Do I have a choice?"

Jun Yi dissipated the solemnity on his face, and instead looked at him with a warm smile.

This decisive answer made the Heavenly Punishment Saint Xiang slightly stunned, but it was only for a moment, and then he raised his hand slightly, and threw the long sword back to Jun Yi: "Give him a name." ”

Steadily grasping the long sword in his hand, Jun Yi stroked it carefully, looked at the sword body, and then waved it lightly, and the sword light crossed the sky, overflowing with ethereal sword intent.

"Torture!"