The white points of light blended into the meridians, into the blood, into the muscles and bones, and into Ye Changsheng's whole body.

Although Ye Changsheng's body was still empty, the powerful spiritual power had already fused with this body.

The last wisp of evil qi drilled into his body, and the black storm in his chest gradually subsided.

In the criss-crossing meridians, all the spiritual power was absorbed by the body, and only hundreds of points of light were left that could be counted with the naked eye, wandering into the qi sea space.

At this time, the sea of qi should be called the spiritual sea, because it is no longer the space of the vitality, but the space of the spiritual power.

The space that skyrocketed to a radius of five zhang was like a bright and warm room, with only a grain of light, flying like an elf, and it seemed more and more empty.

That huge black lotus flower, along with the seventh-level floating slaughter, once again exuded a faint luster.

"The second-story tower is not lit?" Ye Changsheng couldn't help but be surprised, and then came to his senses.

It stands to reason that if he breaks through the Chong Qi Realm, it is equivalent to advancing to the second level of the "Secret Record of the Floating Slaughter", and he can light up the Secret Record of the Floating Slaughter.

However, the spiritual power he had absorbed earlier was only enough to transform his body, but there was almost nothing left.

In this case, the energy naturally could not be filled with the seventh-level floating slaughter.

Probably only if he filled the first floor of the seven-story pagoda with spiritual power and lit up the glazed light, could he continue to light up the second layer of the pagoda.

The cultivation of the Transformation Spirit Realm requires more energy than the Chong Qi Realm, and it is not on the same order of magnitude at all.

As for the evil qi that Changsheng had transformed just now, if he was placed in the Chong Technique Realm, it would be enough for him to break through four or five times.

However, in the Transformation Spirit Realm, it is not enough to even consolidate the realm!

"It seems that it is not so easy to form a spiritual power cycle for a week. Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

There are also five stages of cultivation in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Spiritual power completes a cycle of Great Zhoutian, which is a low-level.

The spiritual power completes the cycle of the nine Great Heavens, which is the intermediate level.

When the spiritual power reaches the level of release, it is a high level.

Spiritual power is condensed into liquid, which is for the transformation of the realm.

The spiritual power condenses the spiritual core, which is the pinnacle.

Only when Ye Changsheng completes the cycle of the Great Zhou Tian can his realm be truly stabilized.

It's a pity that the underground world is no longer evil.

But it doesn't matter, there are thirteen provinces of the principality, thirteen refiner guilds, and the other twelve.

If the branch is still like this, wouldn't the underground sword room of the Capital General Guild be even more vast and magnificent?

Ye Changsheng was leisurely fascinated, and anyone who enjoyed a sumptuous feast would look forward to the next one.

The evil qi in the hidden sword room is far more nutritious than the evil qi in the ancient tomb.

After all, Changsheng is a divine refining bloodline, and he is also a swordsmith, and the affinity between him and the sword is incomparable.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been able to make such a big breakthrough in just a few days.

Of course, the main reason for the breakthrough lies in the domineering "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula", as well as the complementary Tongmai Pill.

The perfect combination of the Nine Heavens Refining Divine Recipe and the elixir started his hurricane on the path of cultivation.

"It seems that I am also qualified to enjoy the Spirit Transformation Realm elixir refined by Zhang Daoxu's predecessors. Suddenly thinking of something, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile happily.

Floating up, Ye Changsheng almost rushed into the air.

His body seemed to have lost its weight, as light as a feather.

When the fist is clenched, an unprecedented strength is born!

Generally speaking, as long as the physical body is transformed by spiritual power, the master of the spirit realm can obtain 40,000 jin of strength.

But Ye Changsheng is obviously not in the ranks of "ordinary", his current strength is more than 40,000 catties!

If he was allowed to face the lay disciples of Cifu Temple at this time, Zhou Yunchao, who had one of his arms cut off by himself, Changsheng was confident that he could defeat him with just the most plain moves.

Clenching his fists and lowering his head, Changsheng sensed it carefully, and slowly let go of his hands.

As soon as his mind moved, the three hundred and sixty-one acupuncture points in his body opened at the same time, and all kinds of breath from the underground world surged towards him.

Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, the five elements of energy, darkness, light, and all kinds of energy breaths, are extremely clear, and Changsheng even has an illusion that he can smell the smell of energy.

The heirs of the Divine Refining bloodline have a unique and non-attributed nature.

And the absence of attributes is also a kind of attribute.

With no attributes, the descendants of the divine refining bloodline have amazing insight and perception of the various attribute energies that exist in the world.

Not only that, but the heirs of the divine refining bloodline can also transform the spiritual power of no attribute into the spiritual power of any kind of attribute.

Because of this, the descendants of the Divine Refining bloodline can become outstanding sword forging masters and refining masters.

Ye Changsheng, as the descendant of the Divine Refining Bloodline, naturally also possessed the same natural talent.

In that attributeless white sand, when he fell into the Qi Sea Space from his heart, his innate supernatural power had already awakened.

There is nothing more exciting than the awakening of natural supernatural powers, and being in the sea of swords.

Each sword is full of affinity, and each sword takes the initiative to transmit its own breath to Ye Changsheng.

One sword, ten swords, ten thousand swords, the same!

At the beginning, only those swords with high spirituality couldn't wait to send a message to Ye Changsheng, hoping that Ye Changsheng could become its master.

They began to shake and tremble, and the blades of their swords collided against the wooden frame with a snapping sound.

However, soon, more and more swords realized Ye Changsheng's existence, and desperately shook their bodies and released their breath, hoping to attract Ye Changsheng's attention.

Bang bang, bang bang!

Whoa, whoa!

In the underground space, 30,000 hidden swords shook at the same time!

The continuous crackling sound converged into the sound of a rushing wave, and the sound of the impact of gold and wood shook the entire space.

Ye Changsheng stood solemnly in the middle of the sparkling sword sea, his heart stirred, and he gently threw the ethereal sword in his hand into the air.

Go ahead, it's time for you to have a full meal!

"Buzz!"

The ethereal sword, the short blade of the sword trembled, and the collection emitted a soft white light.

The next moment, it swished and swept over the sea of swords.

The ethereal sword had transcendent spirituality when it was cast, and it was fused with Ye Changsheng's nine drops of natal essence blood.

In this underground space, it is the well-deserved king of ten thousand swords!

Wherever the King of Ten Thousand Swords went, the long sword on the sword rack stopped making noise, and suddenly the wind and waves were calm.

One after another, sword qi and killing qi escaped from the body of ten thousand swords, as if they were sacrificial tributes, absorbed by the king of ten thousand swords.

The ethereal sword let out a joyful trembling sound, like a swallow skimming the surface of the lake, flipping its body and circling and flying above the sea of swords.

More than 30,000 sword qi were all absorbed by the ethereal sword, and its body turned transparent.

The vast sea of swords fell silent, and the ethereal sword flew leisurely in front of Ye Changsheng, and the transparent sword body trembled a little.

At that moment, in the depths of Ye Changsheng's soul, he clearly heard a voice full of joy: Master!