After smiling lightly, Ling Ling turned his gaze to the side, "Senior brother, Ling Er has entered." ”

"Go ahead."

Duan Ya stretched out his hand, gently rubbed his head, and said softly: "Senior brother, wait for you to come out." ”

"Okay."

With the brilliance of his smile, he saluted Jian Song, then raised his feet and entered the spirit ruins, and the white hem of his clothes floated by, bringing a soft and dripping arc.

The cold wind whistled in his ears, and the space was turbulent, and he frowned slightly, using his spiritual power to stabilize his figure.

It wasn't until the formation calmed down that Ling Ling's vision gradually cleared up.

Flicking his sleeves slightly, he took a few steps forward and looked at the surrounding scenery.

This seems to be an abandoned palace, with the atmosphere of ruins and decadence everywhere, but you can see the prosperity of the past from those ruins.

Stepping on the weathered steps, he walked up to the altar.

As soon as Fang stepped on the altar, there was a strange touch suddenly under his feet, and he lowered his eyes slightly, and when he saw the situation under his feet, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Blood.

Dark red blood.

Large expanses of blood spread from the altar to the feet of the end of the mountain, and the heavy smell of blood filled the entire space, making the breathing of the end of the mouth slightly dull.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped lightly on his toes, and his slender figure jumped up and came directly to the altar.

In front of him was a disc with a round of formations engraved on it, and complex formations were staggered.

Wan Ling raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

This front is not combined in a traditional way, and a mysterious law can be seen in the chaos.

The clear eyes blinked, the light in the eyes deepened, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in the bottom of my heart.

After a moment of silence, he stretched out his hand, and the sharp spiritual power flashed, and a small wound was cut on his slender and white fingertips, and red blood slowly flowed out.

The moment the blood dripped onto the formation, the formation suddenly shone brightly, and the strong spiritual power poured out like a tide.

The white skirt is windless and automatic, her thin eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, her hands are sealed, and her spiritual power is scattered.

Between the interlacing of light and shadow, a purple phantom appeared behind him, his clothes were trampled, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of irrebellious majesty and momentum, with the spirit of independence in the world.

With the outpouring of spiritual power, the phantom was also a seal of his hands, and his eyebrows suddenly shone with dazzling light.

A loud sound suddenly came from the sky, bringing up smoke and dust covering the sky and powerful coercion, but when it descended on the end of the body, it automatically got out of the way.

A dazzling light flashed in the distance, and he came to the end of the mountain at a very fast speed, and the air flow brought up the green silk that fell from the end of the line.

Looking at the long sword in front of him, Duan Ling seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became meaningful.

This is a purple long sword, the clear sword body is rippling with water-colored light, and the mysterious pattern is hovering on the simple hilt, which is atmospheric and elegant. Dark runes covered the sword body, as if flowing with a faint halo and a cold luster.

Stretching out his hand, his slender white fingers lightly touched the sharp blade.

At that moment, the long sword trembled lightly a few times, emitting bursts of clear sounds, and the spiritual power wrapped around the fingertips of the full spirit, and the tentacles warmed, bringing a stronger sense of familiarity.

The phantom behind Duan Ling gently flicked his sleeves at this time, changed his handprint, and the surging spiritual power surrounded Duan Ling and the long sword.

The sword trembled continuously, emitting a dazzling light, gradually becoming illusory.

Wan Ling couldn't help but squint his eyes, only to feel that the spiritual power in his body was surging, flowing all over the meridians.

"No sword soul?"

He groaned a little, with a faint doubt.

At this time, with a clear sound, the long sword turned into a streamer of light and merged into the body.

At the same time, a purple totem slowly appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and after a few flashes, it disappeared and disappeared.

A warm current surged through the whole body, and the spiritual power was immediately activated, guiding these forces.

The phantom behind him put down his hands, and his spiritual power gradually calmed down, and he stretched out his hand, and his spiritual power flashed, and the long sword appeared in the palm of his hand, flashing with a sharp light.

He raised his thin eyebrows slightly, moved his eyes, and put away his long sword.

The phantom behind him moved, slowly converging all the light, and entered the body.

calmed down his breath a little, put down his hands, straightened his sleeves, and turned around, but he was slightly stunned.

The bloodstains on the ground have long since disappeared, and countless vines are entangled, paving a path, and many unknown small flowers are sprinkled in between, exuding bursts of fragrance.

He pursed his thin pale lips, raised his feet calmly, put his hands behind his back, and left this place along the path.

The bright sunlight sprinkled down, gradually dispelling the suppressed feeling that had just been suppressed, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes and speed up his pace.

Walking out of the enchantment, Duan Ling smiled slightly, came to Jian Song, leaned over slightly, and said respectfully: "Master, the disciple has come out." ”

Jian Song, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, moved his brows, slowly opened his eyes, felt the more stable breath of Duan Ling, and said softly: "Is everything going well?" ”

Duan Ling nodded, "Disciple, everything is going well." ”

"That'll be fine."

Jian Song bowed slightly, stood up, straightened the hem of his clothes, looked at Duan Ling, and said softly: "Summon your natal weapon." ”

"Okay."

Ling Ling nodded, stretched out his slender hand, his spiritual power operated, and a purple long sword appeared in the palm of his hand, flowing with a cold sword light.

"It's ······"

Seeing this long sword, his eyes flashed, his brows furrowed slightly, and a thick doubt appeared on his face.

Jian Song approached, looked at the long sword carefully, and let out a faint "um", his face was unclear.

"Xiaoya."

Hearing Jian Song's low voice, he immediately came back to his senses, looked at Jian Song who was standing with his hands in his hands, leaned over slightly, and said softly: "The disciple is here." ”

Jian Song groaned a little and said in a deep voice: "Summoning your sword too." ”

"Yes."

Wan Ya nodded, stretched out his hand, and a water-colored long sword appeared in his palm, rippling with deep waves.

Duan Ling groaned slightly, and came to the side of Jian Ya.

The two long swords leaned together, similar shapes, the same runes, and the same mysterious and heavy aura.

Jian Song lowered his sleeves slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but at this time, the two long swords suddenly shone brightly, emitting bursts of clear sounds, intertwined, as if they were some kind of mysterious music or incantation.

Duan Ling and Duan Ya were slightly stunned, glanced at each other, and saw doubts in each other's eyes.

The dazzling light made Jian Ya and Duan Ling squint their eyes, the long sword continued to tremble, and with a clear sound, the two long swords were unsheathed at the same time, floating in front of the two.

The clear sword body clearly reflected the faces of the two, and mysterious runes surrounded the sword body, glowing with a heavy and ancient aura.

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