Yexi was extremely depressed, looking at the empty surroundings, lamenting, what is this.

He simply turned around and walked inside, observing the big pits one by one.

In the depths, something is moving.

The people out there are going to go crazy.

At the first moment when Gong Jiuqing discovered that the immortal sword that released himself caused the first sword pool to go crazy, he decisively opened the Great Array of Protecting the Sect and the Great Array of the Inner Gate.

Because of the timely action, all the fairy swords had not yet flown out of the inner door under the obstruction of everyone, but they rushed to the shield as if they had been knocked into medicine.

The high-level immortal sects that had been prepared outside appeared one after another, rushing into the air to grab the sword.

Although there are many immortal swords, there are also many powerful Taiwei high-level immortals.

Although the crowd was anxious, they were not flustered.

Who knows—

One after another, the sword pools from other places echoed the ban and released collectively!

The devil knows why those prohibitions suddenly disappeared on their own.

Fortunately, the fairy swords just flew around and didn't attack, otherwise, once the fairy swords inherited from the great powers exerted their full strength-

Gong Jiuqing felt that it was very bad, and the high-level immortals all felt bad.

The ancestors in the secret realm couldn't sit still, and they all came out of the town, with full momentum, and the low-level disciples honestly lay on the ground and didn't make trouble.

There are many sword pools in the Taiwei Sect, after all, there are more than one million disciples in the outer sect, and there are also many disciples in the inner sect, because the immortals live for a long time, and the disciples collect every year, accumulating more and more.

There are outer gates, inner doors, some according to cultivation, some according to the five elements, some new, some old, some open to disciples, and some disciples can only be lucky enough to enter once if they meet certain requirements.

In short, a lot.

And the sword in the sword pool, more.

After all, the entire sect uses swords, and the daily wear and tear is an astonishingly large amount.

Now, these swords, high and low, good and bad, are all flowing in the air.

There are also broken and damaged swords recovered from the sword room, and they are also inexplicably joining in the fun.

I saw many sword handles flying around with their own eyes, and many disciples lying on the ground muttered: "It's become a refinement..."

The inner and outer doors are all messed up.

Gong Jiuqing didn't have time to get angry and angry, so he could only order everyone to grab the sword according to the level of cultivation.

Mu Yun didn't dare to say more, this battle was a little too big, he firmly believed that it was not the handiwork of his own apprentice, but his own apprentice was the introduction.

Don't say anything, just hurry up and behave.

The little bee that burned the ass flew east to west to capture those swords used by the immortal king level.

Are these swords refined? Slow down a little, and a miss will swoop into the sea of swords and drown.

All the tiny people felt this way when they looked at the sky densely packed like locusts passing through.

The situation of Wugui Feng Tu was better, because the two of them went to catch the ones that were not too high-grade, and they grabbed them steadily, and after catching them, they tied them together with a bundle of fairy ropes and dragged them behind them.

The Heaven Devouring Fire Treasure that was called out did the same, avoiding the high-level immortals.

Kongkong picked up the good-looking sword within his ability to grab it, grabbed it and didn't hold it, and threw it to the person who was too small.

The prince wanted to catch it in the same way, but he was dazzled by the sword in the sky, so he simply found a mountain with no people, let go of his throat, and the silent song rippled into the sky one by one, gradually, it seemed that the speed of those flying swords was not so fast, and the people chasing after him slowly stabilized their minds.

A lot of eyes swept over, and after a little gaze, they immediately moved away, and Wang Ziliao didn't feel it, and sang in a soothing tone silently.

I don't do anything that can be solved by singing.

The flying swords in the sky were decreasing, and Gong Jiuqing slowly relaxed his heart.

And in the sword pool, Yexi was deeply speechless at something.

She is studying the sword pit, there is a chilling sword aura left by the immortal sword that has been stopped for a long time, each one is so shocking, and it can also be deduced how rare the fairy sword here should be, and how much trouble she has caused.

Silently calculating her net worth, if she really wants her to compensate her, she can afford to pay a few handfuls, and hopes that the returnless phoenix will be rescued by all her strength.

Thinking, watching, feeling, unconsciously walked to the largest pit, she didn't remember what she had done when she was distracted, and naturally she didn't know that this pit was hit by herself with her head the most times, so she felt that the desolate breath in this pit made people tremble, only that if the immortal soldier inserted here came out, it could split the ground and breathe.

Such a domineering sword aura.

Heavily.

Night Creek jumped down, touching here and there at the bottom of the pit to feel it carefully.

I can't tell you what I can realize.

The bottom of the pit of the sword pond is white and light purple in color, the purple is very light, white and pure, if there are some different colors in it, it is particularly conspicuous.

Yexi was feeling at the bottom of the pit when he saw a pile of broken stones that seemed to move.

She didn't stop her movements, and kept an eye on them casually.

The movement was becoming more and more apparent, as if something was burrowing out of the ground.

Smack-smack-

It was the soft sound of the gravel being arched aside, and Yexi could no longer pretend not to hear it, and popped out its nails to guard it.

A surge of hope rises in my heart – or maybe didn't this basket poke itself?

The Night King wants to shake off the pot and arrest the "murderer" with his own hands.

It's a must!

The "murderer" must be someone else!

Rub your palms.

I saw that arch after arch, broken stone lifted, and a small white head with two fingers and two dark eyes came out.

Wide-eyed staring.

Long.

Yexi didn't move, and the little head felt safe, and began to drill up, drill, until the whole body jumped out.

Then he was pinched by two fingers.

Seven inches of precision is accurate.

"What's that?" Night Creek's indifferent face.

Although she is small and cute, she is not blind.

It has a long round head with two small bags, a slender body with tiny scales, a fin on its tail, and four claws on its abdomen, which is clearly the shape of a dragon cub.

But not dragons.

At least, definitely not a dragon.

Moreover, it should not be the dragon clan of the fairy world.

The little thing in front of me should be a dragon-shaped spirit.

Yexi has already formulated the truth in his mind: it is definitely this little thing trapped at the bottom of the pool and wants to escape from prison, just in time to catch up with it, or the little thing has borrowed its own luck, in short- it is the murderer!

Very good, arrested.

Hand over the little things, and this mess has nothing to do with you.

Yexi smiled with satisfaction.

The little thing laughed too.

Being held seven inches of life between two fingers is not afraid at all, or rather, stupid.

Stupidly, he wrapped the long slender body around Yexi's wrist one by one, and the two little black eyes were bent.

Yexi's heart was cold, and he subconsciously threw the little thing out.

This king is not your accomplice!

Didn't throw it out.

The little thing opened its mouth and bit the tip of Yexi's fingers, and Yexi could feel that there were no teeth in the soft little mouth, and it seemed to have a milky smell.

"Hey, what are you?"

The little thing bent its eyes and did not speak.

Yexi thought about it and changed her mental power to communicate.

"What's that?"

The little thing didn't respond.

Yexi frowned, as if her consciousness was not high enough to communicate with her mind.

What exactly is it?

"Loosen."

Not loose.

"Come down."

Not down.

Yexi pinched his little head and pulled it down roughly, and with a bang, his little mouth fell into the air, and he chirped and deflated.

Good grievance.

Yexi flicked his fingers in disgust, and the unhygienic little cub was disgusting or disgusting?

pulled, the length of the ruler was pulled to almost two feet, and the tenacious tail of the little thing wrapped around Yexi's wrist and did not relax.

It's a shame.

"Hey, playing tricks on this king? Lao Tzu eats snakes! ”

The nails are thin and sharp, no more than the most professional kitchen knives, and Yexi is about to slice, and his forehead is tight.

The nails are retracted and touched with one hand.

Touch a bamboo leaf.

Well?

Bamboo is coming?