In the next moment, Ghost Wuqiu's figure returned to Chu Tiance's body again.

Sit cross-legged, purple hair falling, eyes slightly closed, covering purple pupils, a quiet and peaceful breath, slowly diffuse.

It seems that nothing happened at that moment.

The sound of gasping cold air continued to sound, Wan Hongxue's body continued to tremble, and the hot blood slowly dripped from his cheeks, making a crisp sound, as if a husband was beating a shift, and a water leak was timed, but it just fell into the ears of a group of disciples of the Netherworld Hall and Qingyu Valley, this drop was like the sound of a time-saving water leak, flowing, it seemed that they were about to disappear life.

An eerie, cold silence permeated the hall.

Wan Hongxue and Shang Lingquan stood at the edge of the Flame Passage, and they only needed one step to leave the main hall.

However, at this moment, he didn't dare to move even an inch.

The killing intent surging in this Ghost Dance Autumn Sword is different from the killing heart of ordinary creatures, there is no fiery, no coldness, no tyranny, no madness, only a deep indifference. As if spring is going to autumn and flowers are blooming and falling, Ghost Dance's blade doesn't seem to be ending life and killing living beings, but sending living beings to where they should have been.

The sword swayed, like the autumn wind tearing dead leaves.

It was not that the autumn wind intended to kill, but the laws of heaven and earth and the nature of the operation of the universe.

Time passed slowly, and Chu Tiance True Yuan quietly recovered, but his spirit was completely infused into the black magic circle that shrouded the stone platform.

After entering the secret realm, Chu Tiance had already come into contact with the magic circle several times, especially the magic circle of sealing defense, and he had a lot of experience.

Fingertips caressed the magic circle, a wisp of dark sword king's blood quietly flowed, countless divine patterns continued to appear in front of him, a little bit of spiritual light, constantly intertwined, entangled, spliced, broken, the divine patterns introduced in the divine pattern narrative continued to appear in front of Chu Tiance, constantly contrasting with the divine pattern of this black magic circle.

About two hours later, Chu Tiance's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of realization.

In the next moment, the hands were sealed, and simple, even simple and even simple divine patterns continued to emerge under the outline of the fingertips.

"The meaning of this divine pattern...... It is impossible for even a mid-level or high-grade spirit array master to do it, how can this be ......"

Ghost Dance Qiu's eyebrows furrowed, and a touch of curiosity and surprise rose in her purple pupils.

Chu Tiance's fingertips are hooked and dyed, although it is only the most basic divine pattern, but the charm diffused in it makes Ghost Wuqiu feel an inexplicable mystical interest. Her status is noble, although she is now in exile here, and she is still alive, but her vision has not been lost, and the wonderful charm of this divine pattern is far from comparable to the high-grade spirit array master she has seen.

What puzzled Ghost Wuqiu the most was not that Chu Tiance was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and it seemed impossible to really comprehend the divine pattern to such a state.

Instead, Chu Tiance's fingering was obviously extremely jerky, obviously without the slightest high-level divine pattern master, the kind of proficiency and fluency that had been tempered for thousands of years.

Even Ghost Dance Qiu faintly felt that this kind of simple, even simple fingering, was very likely that Chu Tiance had not systematically studied the divine pattern at all.

"Purely relying on the talent of the Divine Pattern, outlining such a charm, forcibly cracking the magic circle? Even those demons of the Divine Pattern family, I'm afraid they can't do this, this Young Master of Chu, not only is the combat power far superior to the same level, but the talent in the Divine Pattern is probably better than the martial arts talent, such a creature, let alone in this small Yuan Dragon Star, even if it is the Nine Netherworld, it is extremely rare. ”

This thought suddenly rose, and the shock and curiosity in Ghost Dance Qiu's eyes were ten times stronger in an instant.

At this moment, one by one, the divine patterns were suddenly imprinted on the black magic circle, and the black light mask that was flowing crystal suddenly froze!

In the next moment, a sword light suddenly burst out from Chu Tiance's fingertips and slashed at the light mask.

Click!

The mask shattered suddenly!

All of a sudden, not only Chu Tiance and Ghost Wuqiu, who were close by, but even the Netherworld Hall and Qingyu Valley disciples who were far away on the edge of the Flame Passage and whose fate hung by a thread, would all be full of curiosity and cast their eyes on the stone platform in this quiet room.

On the stone platform, a long sword lay silently horizontally.

The blade of the sword shimmered with bronze brilliance, and in the middle of the spine of the sword, there was a blood-colored trace, like a blood-colored spirit snake.

Chu Tiance picked up the long sword, and a sharp and domineering sword light suddenly stirred, and the sword light raged, splitting the void in an instant!

"The Xuan-rank supreme long sword, the quality of this longsword has definitely reached the pinnacle of the Xuan-rank superlative. ”

With his fingertips gently brushing the blade of the sword, Chu Tiance could faintly feel that in the deepest part of the blade, a wisp of tyrannical and cruel killing aura was constantly roaring. The bronze-colored long sword trembled slightly in Chu Tiance's palm, and a wisp of sword roar continued to stir, as if he wanted to use the sword to control people and guide Chu Tiance to continue to kill, so that the sword blade was full of blood.

"Xuan-rank supreme long sword? In the depths of this secret realm, the last treasure is just a Xuan-rank supreme long sword?"

Shang Lingquan's eyes widened, but there was a sudden hint of helplessness and surprise in his eyes.

The surviving disciples of the three major sects stretched their necks one by one, constantly looking at the stone platform in the quiet room.

Except for this bronze long sword, the stone platform was empty, there were no treasures at all, not even a speck of dust.

All of a sudden, a feeling of helplessness and disappointment rose in the hearts of every disciple of the Three Sects almost instantly.

An ordinary Xuan-rank top-grade long sword probably requires hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones.

The quality of this bronze long sword has obviously reached the peak of the Xuan-rank superlative, and it is a rare treasure for the vast majority of martial artists in the Tibetan Realm, but purely in terms of value, at best, it is only thousands of medium-grade spirit stones.

For ordinary Xuandan Realm martial artists and Shengang Realm, or even Shengang Realm, this is of course an astronomical number, and even ninety percent of the scattered cultivators or small families and small sects of the Returning Tibetan Realm martial artists cannot possess a Xuan-rank supreme long sword of this quality.

But for the five major sects, a long sword of this quality cannot be called a heavy treasure at all, or even a "treasure" at all.

Outside the secret realm, the five sect elders gambled, and Elder Ning Ye's bet, the Tiger Tooth Sword, was a top-notch Xuan-level superb long sword.

For the elders of the sect, the value of such a long sword was even far less than the spiritual ore in the secret realm.

For the sect, the value is far from being comparable to that of a true genius demon.

"Baili Liuguang, Ling Hu, Liang Ying, Ba Tianlei, these peerless demons, as long as they don't die, each of them has full confidence to advance to the Tibetan realm, and to get such a top-notch Xuan-level superb long sword, you don't need to spend any thought at all, and even the earth-level blades, only the realm is enough, and they are all at your fingertips. Now that they are dead and unattainable, this is such a long sword?"

Wan Hongxue sighed deeply, and for a moment, her voice was full of unbelievable and even more unacceptable deep helplessness.

(End of chapter)