In front of the sword mound, the disciples of the Seven Great Alliance Sects of the Tu Feng Sect were resting here.

The night sky was full of stars and snow, but none of them entered the three-foot Jedi. Xia Fanxing was sitting beside Hou Ying, Wang Yunming and Zhang Han. The three of them were quietly meditating and cultivating, while he was constantly refining the Seven Killing Star Qi. If you have any questions, you can ask the three senior brothers and sisters directly.

And more than a dozen elders from the seven sects were all gathered in the rear at this moment to discuss things. Tu Feng Sect came to the sect leader Xinzhao and the Taishang Elder Xinyin.

"Not bad. Don't practice this yet, it's too physically demanding. "Wang Yunming, who was hit hard by the sword vein before, is also the same as Lin Ruyan, and has recovered so much that he can't see the injury. It's just that, except for the Sect Master of Xinzhao, almost no one knows how he recovered so quickly.

He looked at the circle of purple qi that gradually appeared in Xia Fanxing's abdomen, and nodded with satisfaction. The fourth senior brother Zhang Han also chimed in. Hou Ying frowned slightly and shook her head, "It's not enough." Bro. After entering the cave, we will follow each other, and whenever you have time, you will exercise your star energy. Try again now, if you can maximize the dantian, can you refine a more refined star qi. ”

Wang Yunming smiled helplessly. Xia Fanxing quietly took advantage of Hou Ying's turn around and muttered a soft complaint. In fact, in the eyes of Wang Yunming and Zhang Han, Senior Brother Xia's visit to the Ancient Sword Cave Heaven this time was mainly based on experience. After all, he had only recently broken through the foundation. I don't know why Hou Ying was so strict with him. However, thinking that since the opening of the Yongmei Secret Realm, the relationship between them has been very close, so it can be understood.

Wang Yunming thought of Hou Ying's care for Xia Fanxing during this time, and inadvertently showed a light smile.

Among the disciples of the Seven Great Alliance Sects, the disciples of the Yin Sha Sect, the Western Pole Sect, and the East Palace sat in a corner and meditated and cultivated. The disciples of the rest of the sects are relatively familiar. They all sat behind the disciples of the Tu Feng Sect. In the quiet of the night, there was a faint sound of chatting.

The best popularity is a few disciples of the West Hall and Yuanshou Mountain. The West Hall is the first disciple, the third of the five generations, Bai Jugao in the middle of the foundation building, is humble and polite, and the relationship with each of the disciples of the Alliance Sect is very good. When Xia Fanxing was visiting the indefinite Taoist, he also became friends with him because of "Water God Formula".

It turned out that when Bai Jugao had just entered the foundation building period, he also learned this set of secret techniques inherited from the sect. Due to the high level of the "Water God Technique" in the secret books, not all disciples can learn it. Through talking with him, Xia Fanxing learned that in the West Hall, every monk who cultivated this method would not use the formation diagram at the first time, and they had to go through the torturous process of slowly forging water holes one by one.

But Bai Jugao's first choice was the transformation of the sternum. The pain in this area should be much higher than that of the ribs. It took him a year to forge a dozen or so water holes. Bai Jugao finally couldn't hold on, and felt that this Dao method didn't fit much with him, so he gave it up.

"Xia Daoyou, don't you want to learn from me, "Water God Formula" must be persisted to be effective. If you have been cultivating for a long time, you will be able to be as powerful as Uncle Wuding. ”

Among the disciples of Yuanshou Mountain, the first disciple is named Li Banxia. His cultivation has not reached the middle stage of foundation building, and he is also a sword cultivator. However, the skill of the Yuanshou Mountain disciple to make the sword is fundamentally different from that of other sects. Yuanshoushan Kendo and Medicine Dao have something in common, which is complicated and difficult to imagine without really seeing it. And Li Banxia had not yet shown this aspect of strength in the previous cultivation process.

The little junior brother Gongsun Longkui seems to be very fond of his senior brother and sister. At night, among the disciples of Yuanshou Mountain, he was sitting among several people, and he was out of luck. When he encountered a problem, there was a faint embarrassment on his lovely face, and the medicine gourd around him made a slight crisp sound. Li Banxia treated him like a younger brother, touched his head dotingly, and pointed out some problems in his cultivation for him.

And the disciples of the Hong Demon Sect, each of them is very different from the others. Among the five disciples, three were much taller than ordinary people, and the other two were much shorter than normal people's height, which was very interesting among fellow disciples. And among them, the highest cultivator is the shortest disciple, and when the demon clan itself is not revealed, his appearance looks quite Western Regions.

This is the fourth sub-disciple of the Hong Demon Sect, named Lang Yufu. There are a large number of sub-races among the demon clan, and he belongs to a demon species called Biwu Jinwu, a distant relative of the ancient divine beast Jinwu. In ancient times, for some reason, the power of the demon clan became weaker and weaker. Until today, it has almost disappeared from the world.

Except for the sect realm, the places where they exist are rarely known, mostly mountains and caves, broken temples and ancient temples. Historically, the Terrans have not had any large-scale wars with the demons. The reason for the decline that began thousands of years ago is unknown. It seems to be like a call from the bloodline, keeping them away from the world. The reason for this, the Demon Sect does not understand, perhaps only the Demon Clan's scattered cultivation and the hard-to-find mortal demons can describe one or two.

Another disciple, who was short in stature, was an accompanying disciple. Small and exquisite, with a charming appearance, the same as Han Ningxue, is a descendant of the fox demon race. She only has a mid-stage cultivation of condensation, and she ranks last among the eighteen sub-disciples of the Hong Demon Sect, named Ge Ningning.

It was the first time she had participated in such a big outing. Ge Ningning, who is twenty-eight years old, often uncontrollably reveals the kind of "charm" that has attracted the attention of many disciples of the Alliance Sect. And she is not as unapproachable as the girl of the Yin Sha Sect, so her popularity is also very good. The five demon clan disciples were gathering together, talking in a whisper.

The thing they talked about was actually an interesting incident that happened in the sect a few days ago. Jiangnan Hong Demon Gate welcomed two young guests from Liyang a few days ago. They insisted that they had the blood of the demon clan and wanted to enter the Hong Demon Gate for further study. However, the elders of the sect personally tested the bloodline for him, and found that one of them actually had a very pure Gujiao bloodline. The other one is a fat man, it is said that he is even more mysterious, his bloodline is indeed different from the human race, but the elder can't tell what kind of demon bloodline he is!

In the end, after the discussion of several Supreme Elders, it was decided to leave the disciple of the Gu Jiao bloodline to enter directly. They also gave the little fat man a chance to stay at the outer door first. But the boy refused, saying that he had returned to Chang'an alone.

The female cultivators of the Yin Sha Sect, Liu Se, did not meditate and cultivate at the moment. They sat in the corner of the barrier, quietly looking at the sword mound. On the beautiful face of each girl, all kinds of emotions and all kinds of reverie are revealed.

The disciples of the East Palace sat on the other side, very far away from the disciples of the Tu Feng Sect, and the group of young monks of the West Pole Sect who were frowning together. Su Yandao, the first disciple, reached the middle stage of foundation building three years ago. The spirit sword on the back is the first sword weapon of the "water" character generation in the East Palace, Shuiyue, according to the classification of the sword weapons of the Soul Suppression Sect and the Sword Breath Gate, it is close to the Xuan level. At this moment, Su Yandao had fallen into a very serious meditation. And Cao Yin, who was sitting next to him, had an alchemy furnace at his feet, and he was controlling the Dan furnace to refine the pill with palm fire.

Cao Yin's face was not very good. Although Qin Liang, who fought against him, was locked up in the sect at this time, he was unable to participate in this experience. But he still felt pain when he waved his hand now. The disciples of the Tu Feng Sect didn't know how to treat hospitality at all, and the thought of having to work with them next made him a little unhappy.

Sitting next to him is the disciple of the West Pole Sect, whose Dharma name is Jianxiong, and he is the fourth. He was only twenty years old at a young age, and his cultivation had also reached the middle stage of foundation building. Except for Jianxing, these five monks are all practicing swords. The doctrine of kendo was not common in the Western Pole Sect, and these five disciples were all carefully selected by Ming Zhen and others. At this moment, Jianxiong's expression was calm, sitting on the ground, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Finally, outside the disciples of the East Palace, in the far corner of the enchantment, there were three people sitting. He Qiongjiu and Mingshen sat on both sides, and in the middle sat the little monk Jianxing. Between them, not a single one spoke. Quietly blowing the evening breeze and thinking about things.

In fact, during the time that Xia Fanxing was in the sect, he had a conversation with Jianxing. He actually wanted to ask what the so-called Arhat of the West Pole Sect was in Liu Li's mouth at the beginning. But it seems that the little monk only has a good relationship with Ming Shen and He Qiongjiu now, and ignores him. But he said a few words, which shocked Xia Fanxing a little.

"Rohan locked up in prison... Luohan's prison lock seems to be... How do you know that Luohan is locked in prison! This is a secret of our Western Pole Sect! It is also an ulterior secret for the high-ranking members of other sects, you are such a young guy... How do you know ......?"

"Alright, alright. Lock, lock is a prison for people who are very powerful! I don't know either! This thing is under the ground of the main hall, like we have not been in the six generations of disciples. I've told you this, don't make a big deal about the Arhat's lockup! Remember, don't publicize it!"

Under the quiet night sky, a bright purple light suddenly flashed from within three feet of Jedi.

The lonely mountain and snow river, the faint lights and fishing fires around it, were all extinguished at this moment! An empty echo came from outside the barrier, the voices of mortals complaining and puzzled.

"Xinzhao!"

"Master Mingzhen, Fellow Daoist Shi Jue, we should go. "This purple light came from within the sword mound. In the enchantment, the vast and majestic energy overflowed, and everyone felt a huge sense of oppression. The huge sword monument was gradually completely surrounded by purple qi. This is the harbinger of the imminent opening of the Sword Shrine!

Qinghua Daoist, Xixiang Daoist, Lingxi Daoist, Lingwu Daoist, Soul Martial Daoist, Xinzhao Daoist, Mingzhen Master and Shidui Daoist. Eight advanced Yuanying monks walked out from both sides of the sword mound. I don't know how many times they looked at each other, but after a second, they walked to the eight formations in front of the sword monument very tacitly.

"Get up!" shouted the Qinghua Daoist. The figures of the eight turned into nothingness in an instant. Eight spiritual flames of different colors, purple flames, white flames, and red flames, suddenly rose violently in the open space between them, rushing into the sky, illuminating the starry night within the enchantment!

A loud sound rang out from under the sword stele, drowning out every disciple who was staring at the eight powerful practices in a distraction. The spirit flame rushed into the sky, and there was only one voice left in everyone's ears, the huge amount of sword qi in the sword mound, and the sound began to surge!

Ten breaths later, a huge image suddenly appeared in the sky. Everyone present saw the ancient sword that was born this time - the hilt was extremely wide, and the length of the sword was even more disproportionate to the grip full of white light, and above the blade of the sword, a cold light shot out in all directions, making everyone lose their minds. A huge coercion radiated from the ancient sword image, enveloping the entire crumbling enchantment!

A voice that seemed to have been sleeping for a thousand years sounded in everyone's ears at this moment, "Enlightenment!"

Xia Fanxing looked at the four complex and strange ancient characters on the huge hilt, and couldn't help muttering to himself

- "Jade, dragon. Green, ......"

"Ten breaths, all the accompanying elders leave this place immediately!"

"In the next ten breaths, the elders of each sect will leave quickly!"

The spirit flame fell, the barrier collapsed, and the image shattered. Under the stars, the snow fell on the shoulders of every disciple who lost his mind, and immediately turned into ice water, chilling to the bones. In the next second, the night was completely illuminated by the endless white light in the sword shrine.