Ye Qiuyang stepped over the doorrail, rushed into the hall, pointed at the man and shouted,

"From the moment we first entered the palace, you made all of this!"

"Hurry up and let Qingxue and the child go, or I want you to die a bad death!"

The man didn't say a word, waved his sleeves, and really removed the sword qi beside Murong Qingxue and the fat boy.

Ye Qiuyang hurriedly walked over,

"Qingxue, are you alright?"

Murong Qingxue shook her head, "It's okay, he didn't hurt us." ”

Ye Qiuyang asked,

"What the hell is going on, how did you and the fat boy get caught in this place?"

Without waiting for Qingxue to speak, the fat boy took the lead,

"When we fell underground, he brought us into the main hall!"

Murong Qingxue nodded and added,

"Yes, and it seems that he has no ill intentions, but I don't know what his purpose is."

Ye Qiuyang breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, Murong Qingxue was finally safe and sound.

He turned his head and looked at the man and said in a loud voice,

"Who are you? What kind of tricks do you want to play? ”

The man said lightly,

"Congratulations, you have passed all the tests. From now on, you are the master of the Phoenix Feather Immortal Sword. ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone felt a powerful aura slowly approaching, and then a pillar rose on the ground, and on top of this pillar, there was a sword full of spiritual energy suspended out of thin air.

This sword is about three feet six inches long, the sword body is thin and sharp, revealing a faint cold light, and a golden phoenix is engraved on the hilt, which looks extremely sacred and majestic.

For those who have a little bit of cultivation, you don't need to touch it, you can see just by looking at it that this is a peerless sword!

After seeing the fairy sword, the fat boy jumped up all of a sudden,

"Baby! This treasure is mine, don't rob any of you from me! ”

He screamed and pounced, but before he could touch the hilt of his sword, he was shocked out by a huge spiritual force, and fell to the ground and rolled several times, moaning incessantly.

The man said,

"Don't bother with it, no one can touch it until the Phoenix Feather Sword recognizes the Lord again."

Murong Qingxue glanced at Ye Qiuyang and asked the man,

"What did you mean just now that the sword belongs to him?"

The man didn't speak, just nodded in acquiescence.

As soon as the fat boy got up from the ground, he immediately became anxious,

"Why is Ye Qiuyang's, I brought him here in the Immortal Palace, the baby should be mine!"

The man's eyes were cold, and he glared at him fiercely, full of murderous aura, and the fat boy was immediately so frightened that he hid far away, not daring to say anything more.

Ye Qiuyang was a little confused about the situation, and asked,

"What the hell is going on with this palace, including everything here, can you tell me clearly?"

The man sighed and said,

"Well, since the Phoenix Feather Immortal Sword has a new owner, then I should also tell the story here."

"A thousand years ago, there was a genius boy in Huaxia, who learned swords at the age of three, Xiaocheng at the age of nine, Dacheng at the age of sixteen, became famous in the world at the age of twenty-three, and cultivated into a phoenix feather sword immortal at the age of thirty-one."

"This genius boy is named Deng Yehua."

"After Deng Yehua cultivated into a sword immortal, he created his own sect on Yunmo Mountain, established the Fengyu Immortal Palace, and became one of the best sects in China at that time."

"It wasn't until later that the drought in the north was in turmoil, and Deng Yehua brought all the disciples of the Fengyu Immortal Palace to fight with him."

"In that battle, although it was finally won, the Fengyu Immortal Palace suffered heavy losses and was almost wiped out, and even Deng Yehua himself was seriously injured and could not be cured."

"Before he died, he left this sword behind and ordered Asgard to reappear once every hundred years, leading people to come and explore."

"He also said that in addition to the demonic intent, as long as someone can break the sword formation and defeat their own demons, they will be the new owner of the Fengyu Immortal Sword."

Speaking of this, the man paused, looked at Ye Qiuyang and continued,

"Fang Cai, you broke the sword formation and walked out of your own demons, of course, you are the new owner of the Phoenix Feather Sword."

Ye Qiuyang groaned, he didn't expect that he would accidentally get a peerless sword!

But then again, could it be that the master and Qingxue he saw just now were all his own demons?

But what about that guy who looks exactly like himself?

The demons in the heart are usually cultivators, and the people or things that they can't let go of are obsessed and guilty in their hearts, how can they be themselves?

After thinking about it, I couldn't come up with an answer, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

Ye Qiuyang changed his words and asked,

"What about the Three-Eyed Ghost King, is he also coming for the Phoenix Feather Sword?"

The man shook his head,

"The ghost king came once a hundred years ago, but Deng Yehua's palace master had an order that demons and evil people were not allowed to enter the palace, so I drove him away."

"This time he came again, and you were seriously injured, so I took the opportunity to kill him."

Ye Qiuyang asked again,

"What about you? Who are you? ”

The man replied calmly,

"My name is Yan Xiang, and I am the caretaker of this palace, but I am not a human, but a ..... The spirit in the phoenix feather sword. ”

"Sword Spirit?" Ye Qiuyang raised his eyebrows, "Then the phoenix feather sword belongs to me, is it also yours to me?" ”

Previously, on the mountain, when Yan Xiang killed the Three-Eyed Ghost King, he saw that the cultivation of this goods was not low, and if it could be used for himself like Zhou Tai, it would naturally be a good thing.

Yan Xiang was stunned, but still nodded,

"Yes, after you take the Phoenix Feather Sword, you will be my new master."

Ye Qiuyang rubbed his hands, "That's not bad, I'll try this sword first!" ”

As he spoke, he walked up and firmly grasped the hilt of the Phoenix Feather Sword, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not move half of it.

Yan Xiang explained,

"After a thousand years, when the Phoenix Feather Sword is born again, it must first drop blood to recognize the Lord."

Ye Qiuyang pouted,

"Dripping blood to confess the Lord, meaning I still have to cut off my hands?"

Helpless, he was reluctant to cut his hand and couldn't hold a good sword, so he had to reach out and slowly hold it on the sharp blade of the Feng Yu Sword, sliding down.

"Whew-"

Ye Qiuyang didn't use any force, but his hand was still cut by the sharp blade of a deep bloody wound.

Blood poured out in an instant, leaving a ....... along the blade of the sword

I saw that this blood was actually absorbed by the Feng Yu Sword, and there was no trace, and even the wound on Ye Qiuyang's hand was magically healed.

"Whew-"

Hearing only a phoenix-like sword roar, the phoenix feather sword emitted bursts of incomparably majestic spiritual power, which shocked everyone present to take a few steps back, then broke away from the pillar, flew in the air several times, and finally came to Ye Qiuyang's hands!

The moment the Phoenix Feather Sword was in his hands, Ye Qiuyang felt a strong force add to his body, he clenched the Immortal Sword and tried it.

Ye Qiuyang's figure flashed back and forth in the main hall, and the fairy sword in his hand kept whistling, slashing out the Dao silver light, and the sword broke through the air.

Even faintly, a phoenix can be seen dancing with him!

(2nd Update)

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