As soon as the sword sounded, Ai Hui felt a sense in his heart.

The originally ethereal sword mist formed a sword light. When each sword is condensed, it will emit a sword sound, like the first cry of a chick breaking its shell.

Qing Yue's sword roar was not majestic, but it was like a small ray of sunlight piercing the thick clouds, and a wisp of new joy grew from the bottom of Ai Hui's heart.

The mist that enveloped his body churned violently, and the sound of the sword pierced through the mist, and slender cyan sword rays continued to surge out of the mist. If you look closely, you will see that they are all different shapes, and none of them are the same. The thin ones are like needles, the curved ones are like hooks, or willow leaves, or eyebrows, or grass, or gold and stones, or thick like mountains, or small like light smoke.

The sound of the sword continued, Ai Hui's heart was agitated, and unspeakable emotions continued to accumulate in his heart.

How bumpy is his sword cultivation road?

Sword cultivation has been in decline for a long time, there is no definite pattern, no one to guide him, and his understanding of swordsmanship basically comes from the sword fetus.

The cultivation method of the sword fetus is incomplete and obscure, and there is a difference between ancient and modern Lingyuan, Ai Hui's painstaking study is more likely to be a mistake. Along the way, he walked on thin ice and was cautious.

The depressed qi accumulated in his chest for a long time seemed to be surging undercurrents, and they became more and more turbulent and violent, almost wanting to break through his chest and fly straight for nine days!

Zheng!

The last sword roared, like a thorn, piercing into his brain.

Ai Hui shuddered, and he opened his eyes.

Some confused eyes swept away the haze, like the blue sky washed by water, and like crystal flawless ice, so clear that it made people palpitate. Countless swords swam around Ai Hui's body, swift and agile, like a group of deep-sea herring.

The torrential rain of golden light almost flew in front of Ai Hui, and he could clearly see that the tip of the golden light arrow was rapidly brightening and turning dangerously bright.

And the surging breath in his chest almost burst Ai Hui, and subconsciously, he pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the sword light that was swimming around him slammed suddenly. The next moment, all the swords in the sword group seemed to be attracted by the magnet and sank into Ai Hui's body.

Extremely dazzling blue light radiated from Ai Hui's body, and there seemed to be a cyan sun in his body. The light around him flowed, and a huge cyan sword shadow taller than Ai Hui slowly emerged from behind him,

Airplanes!

The low sound of the sword made Ai Hui's heart tremble, and before he could figure out what was going on, he only felt that a force that could not be resisted was enveloping him, and a flower suddenly appeared in front of him.

If someone is watching, they will find a spectacular scene.

A dazzling cyan light suddenly lit up and then disappeared, like a flash of cyan lightning, piercing the earth and illuminating this wonderful world.

Rumble!

Ai Hui's head was buzzing and delirious, but he felt indescribably hearty and refreshing.

Gradually, his eyes regained clarity, only to find himself standing at the bottom of a large pit. The depth of the pit is more than 20 zhang, and the walls of the pit around it are straight and smooth.

A lone cyan sword swam not far from Ai Hui. Ai Hui was stunned for a moment, his heart moved, and the little cyan sword flew towards him happily and landed in his palm. The small sword is only the size of a palm, the whole body is cyan, and it looks like it is not gold or wood, and it is the most common standard.

Is this the sword just now? Why hasn't it disappeared?

Thundered.

Outside the pit, a low roar was fading away, like a herd of panicked fleeing beasts.

With a slight leap, he flew out of the pit and looked around. It turned out to be a black wave of air wrapped in countless dust, like a towering circular wall, crushing towards the distance.

The little cyan sword followed behind him, extremely agile.

What about the Golden Ring Vines?

The ground is neatly pitted, like a sharp knife cut out of frozen grease. Ai Hui walked along the road, knowing very well how hard the black rock on the ground was.

This is...... Did you just hit it?

He was a little incredulous.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a golden light at the bottom of the pit.

Well?

He landed at the bottom of the pit, where a severed vine was stuck in the ground. The broken vine is about three feet long, straight as an arrow shaft, and the vine body is distributed with a circle of gold rings, a total of six. The golden light that lit up just now is the golden ring.

The golden-ringed vine was gone, and only this severed vine remained.

Ai Hui pulled out the golden ring and broke the vine, and his hand was heavy. He tried to wrench it, and it was very hard. If he hadn't seen the golden-ringed vines hunt with his own eyes, he would have thought it was a metal arrow shaft.

His instincts told him that this broken vine was a good treasure, even though he didn't know what it could do.

He was about to put it away, when suddenly the small cyan sword around him suddenly floated and pecked at the broken vine.

Click!

Like a squirrel eating a biscuit, the broken vine in Ai Hui's hand was a little shorter, and he was dumbfounded.

Sword...... Eating broken vines?

Click, click!

Before Ai Hui could react, the cyan little sword gnawed the broken vine to the point that only Ai Hui was left with the small half of his hand. The broken vine, which is harder than iron, is extremely crunchy in front of the small sword.

Seeing this, Ai Hui simply threw the half-cut vine in his hand to the cyan sword. Click, click, in the blink of an eye, the broken vine was eaten by Xiaojian and there was not even a slag left.

Ai Hui, who witnessed the whole process, was surprised and found it interesting, obviously it was a small sword turned into a sword, but it was like a pet.

After eating the little sword of the broken vine, it is like a bird that is about to burst after eating too much, not only is it a little bigger, but it is swaying in the air, and it is drunk and cute.

Ai Hui couldn't help but grin, a rare smile on his face.

The wobbly little sword suddenly exploded and split in two.

Two blue lights flashed away, and two small cyan swords flew around Ai Hui happily and flexibly.

The smile on Ai Hui's face froze, his expression was sluggish, and he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

After a moment, he came back to his senses, turned his head sharply, and his vicious gaze landed on another plant not far away.

A loud sword roar was followed by a loud bang, the ground shook, and the aftermath was accompanied by smoke and dust.

Inside a large pit, Ai Hui found a brown rhizome. Throwing it into the air, four cyan sword lights intertwined in front of his eyes, clicking, and the plant rhizome disappeared.

Ai Hui's eyes widened, lest he miss a detail.

He felt that this time the green sword was very likely to change again.

The four flying swords swayed, snapped, and snapped, and they split in two at the same time.

Eight cyan flying swords!

Ai Hui whistled, he was very satisfied, did not stop, but continued to move on. Since he knew that the essence of those strange plants could be fed to the sword, Ai Hui went on a killing spree. Along the way, everywhere you go, everywhere you look, all the plants are swept away.

What danger, unknown, all of them were thrown out of the clouds by Ai Hui, and he only had the increasing cyan swords in his eyes.

Breaking through the void and entering the reality means that Ai Hui's sword fetal cultivation has entered a new realm. At this realm, the sword fetus conceived by the spirit god turned from virtual to real, becoming a real sword in the hands of sword cultivators.

The sword fetus is ripe and the sword is born, from the invisible sword to the tangible sword, this is the transformation of the essence.

Ancient sword cultivation believed that the sword fetus was conceived by the soul, and the way of sword fetal cultivation was actually the way of soul cultivation. The sword born of the sword fetus is the true sword of the soul. When the "soul" is disassembled, there is the word "ghost", so it is also called the ghost sword.

Once the ghost sword is generated, it is not within the five elements, and its power is amazing. It is also born from the soul of the sword cultivator itself, and it is the real natal sword. When it comes to the same heart, no matter how much the flying sword is refined, it is far inferior to the ghost sword.

Another frightening feature of the Ghost Sword is that it can directly damage the souls of enemies.

Once the ancient sword cultivator cultivated into a ghost sword, it was enough to laugh at the party.

However, the method of the sword fetus is powerful, and it is not without drawbacks. On the one hand, cultivation is extremely difficult and obscure. And it is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will never recover. Since ancient times, the famous sects have paid attention to the majestic road of gradual accumulation and development, and the method of the sword fetus is dangerous and unpredictable, which they do not take, and most of them are some casual cultivation.

And there is one more drawback.

The ordinary sword repair flying sword is damaged, and it is replaced with a flying sword. Those sword cultivators who have spent their lives cultivating a sword, the flying sword is damaged and the vitality is greatly damaged. Once the ghost sword is damaged, the soul is directly injured, and the soul is mutilated at the least, and the form and spirit are destroyed at the worst.

Generally speaking, there is only one ghost sword for sword tire cultivators, and as long as it breaks through the void and enters the reality, the ghost sword will naturally take shape.

Ai Hui's sword fetus is very different from ordinary people, it is a sword group composed of many small swords. This also makes his ghost sword very different from others.

The difficulty of his breakthrough was greatly reduced, but the ghost sword he cultivated was only a half-finished product. Looking at the few ghost swords alone, thinking about the countless swords of the sword fetus, his ghost swords were far from being fully formed.

However, although it was not a fully formed ghost sword, it greatly improved Ai Hui's strength.

And this strange place is simply an excellent place for him to cultivate the ghost sword. It was by constantly hunting strange plants along the way and looting their essence that Ai Hui's number of ghost swords increased to eight.

Ai Hui's sword fetus has yin and yang, and the ghost sword born also has yin and yang. Now there are eight flying swords, four yin and four yang.

After figuring out that the cyan sword was a ghost sword, Ai Hui had some guesses about this strange place.

The sky still floats with snowflakes of different colors every once in a while, and his ghost sword also likes these snowflakes. Ai Hui guessed that these snowflakes should be things that could nourish the soul.

Although I don't know where these snowflakes come from, it is these magical and beautiful snowflakes that build this wonderful world.

Plants are nourished by snowflakes and begin to have a trace of soul. This is also why they devour each other and exhibit animal characteristics, unlike ordinary plants. The essence obtained by Ai Hui from killing plants is the trace of soul that is born from plants, and they are the best food for ghost swords.

The soul of human beings is extremely complex, and using the ghost sword to devour people's souls will not only fail to strengthen the ghost sword, but will make the ghost sword become mixed and devour the sword cultivation.

Cultivating the sword fetus has been considered a secluded sect since ancient times, but it has never been regarded as an evil way.

However, the soul of the plants here is extremely pure and has no self-consciousness.

Ai Hui had never heard of such a strange place.

Thinking of before he fell into a coma, Ai Hui wondered, could it be that the red pupil pulled him into this place?

He remembered the cultivation classics he had read before.

In the era of cultivation, there was a saying of the heavens and all worlds. Each realm is a small world, and cultivators can enter and exit all walks of life.

Could it be that this is the place where the red pupil left for himself to nourish his soul? yes, it must be so. Whether it's the red pupil's death seed demonic thoughts, don't you need to nourish your soul if you give it up and resurrect it?

Ordinary people are naturally unlikely, but the ancient demon gods of the people, with such a long lifespan, are fully prepared for their resurrection, and it is normal to find a boundary ruin that has not collapsed and leave a few points behind.

Nine times out of ten, Red Hitomi was finally angry that he had tricked him, and dragged himself here before he died.

The more Ai Hui pondered it, the more he felt that it was possible, and his mood suddenly improved a lot, and when he looked at it, the scenery in his eyes immediately became very different.

This is your own granary!