The blurred figure flipped his palm and sucked, grabbing He Zichuan's corpse in the palm of his hand. At this time, He Zichuan's skin had long since disappeared, and the muscles and internal organs of his body had also disappeared, revealing the incomplete white bones of the forest, which at first glance looked like a bloody corpse that had been eaten by wolves, which was unbearable. In addition to the miserable condition of his body, his Yuan Shen was in an even worse situation, the strong Yuan Shen who had been strengthened by the Nine Turns Azure Pill had almost been steamed clean, leaving only a little withered soul, slowly scattered into the void, in a vain attempt to reincarnate. However, after being drained of the power of the primordial gods, his crippled soul wants to be reincarnated again, and there is almost no hope, according to the current situation, I am afraid that there will be a dozen breaths at most, and he will completely disappear from this world.

The fuzzy figure nodded in satisfaction, and was about to make the next move, but felt that the flesh-and-blood "corpse" trembled slightly, and the fuzzy figure said "huh" lightly, and said to the "corpse" Looking closely, I saw He Zichuan's highly rotten eyeballs turning with difficulty, and the magnitude of the movement was so small that it could not be seen at all without careful identification, but it was the pair of things that could no longer be called eyes, but they shot out a thick stubbornness and unwillingness, as if a dying beast was roaring, staring at the enemy's eyes, defending its last majesty.

The two ghostly ghost fires in the eyes of the blurred figure jumped suddenly, and said movingly: "It's not even dead!" After speaking, he suddenly laughed, and while laughing, he praised: "Okay, good, it is worthy of the person who made this king try his best to calculate, and waited for countless years, and has not yet transformed to give birth to such a resolute spirit, hahaha......", the vague figure laughed for a long time before slowly stopping, he stared at this "corpse" carefully, the more he looked at it, the more he was happy, and said to himself: " This king is really more and more curious about your future, I hope you don't let this king down!"

After that, the vague figure suddenly pointed to the sky, and the blue sky immediately became gloomy, the color changed from blue to green, getting deeper and darker, and finally revealed a thick black in the dark green, as if it was completely covered by a huge cover, and the original appearance of the sky could no longer be seen.

The blurry figure raised his misty fingers, and a faint green light shot into the sky on the fingertips, and the black-green sky suddenly swayed, as if a soldering iron was inserted into the ice, and quickly melted into a large circular hole of hundreds of zhang in size.

As the big hole emerged, a trace of dark green mist diffused out of the big hole, with a thick dead air, instantly dyed the entire soul platform with a layer of frost, and the old servant who was already dead was touched by this dead air, and immediately made a crackling sound, and the flesh and blood expanded violently and mutated, and after a breath or two, he could no longer see his original shape, and became a terrifying monster the size of a head and a very hideous face.

The creature roared and got to its feet, looking around in a freak, foul-smelling saliva dripping from its terrible bloody jaw, as if greedy for everything around it. But when it saw a vague figure not far away, its fist-sized eyes suddenly widened, and then its pupils shrank violently, and its mouth let out a whimper of fear, like a wild dog crippled by a club, it fled with its tail between its legs, and plunged into a hole. The diameter of the crater was less than a zhang, where could the monster's huge body be accommodated, but the monster seemed to be frightened, six powerful claws kept fluttering, and the sharp claws more than three feet long cut countless deep scratches on the hard rock, forcing the huge body into the hole.

The vague figure didn't care about the monster's movements, his arm made of turquoise mist gestured in the void, and the dense primordial gods and souls in the large hole were like beans in a pot, being turned over and over, constantly revealing their companions in the depths. After a long time, the blurred figure suddenly smiled, and pulled his palm down slightly, pulling out a light white soul that was broken and seemed to be about to dissipate from the countless souls.

The light white soul was much lighter than the companions around him, and his face showed a painful look, and the eyebrows and eyes that he could vaguely see were exactly the same as He Zichuan's. After being pulled out by the blurred figure, the soul slowly dissolved and retracted, turning into a milky white ball the size of a fist, quietly stopping in front of the blurred figure, and the strange hole in the air was like a door, closing little by little, and finally disappearing.

Immediately afterwards, the blurred figure clenched his palms into a fist, and smashed his backhand into the huge copper pillar beside him, and the copper pillar made of unknown metal was completely shattered with a "touch", and the fragments scattered all over the sky were wrapped in an invisible force, like a stream, flowing slowly around the figure. The figure pointed a few times at the stream, and wisps of golden primordial power shot out of it, dissolving into another fist-sized, golden ball in front of the figure.

The vague figure chuckled in satisfaction, grabbed He Zichuan's bloody "corpse" and flew up, and a void channel automatically cracked above his head, one white and one gold, two round balls, and the long fragmented stream followed him into the passage like a hound that followed his master.

Tianqi Mountain in the Small Underworld was originally a famous mountain range in the extreme north with abundant aura, and there were six large and small sects stationed in the entire mountain range, which belonged to the sphere of influence of the sixth major sect in Suzhou in the extreme north - Qi Xianguan. On this day, Tianqi Mountain suddenly opened the Tianmen Cave, and a blue-green mist palm of hundreds of zhang in size fell from the sky, and hit the entire mountain range with a bang, and the mountain range that stretched for hundreds of miles suddenly sank, all the living beings withered and died, and the six sects in the mountain all turned into dead cities in an instant. The blurred figure that slowly landed from the sky raised its left hand slightly, and the huge power of the law immediately pierced deep into the depths of the mountain range, countless spiritual eyes suddenly erupted, and a massive amount of spiritual energy condensed and compressed in front of the blurred figure, turning into a fist-sized cyan ball. The spiritual veins in the mountains quickly dried up until they died completely.

The blurred figure flicked its fingers and shot out a dark green pillar of light the thickness of a finger, like a sharp arrow, shooting towards the ridge. With a loud bang, a large hole about dozens of miles long was blasted out of the solid mountain, and then countless runes automatically appeared on the entire mountain range, forming a huge formation in an instant. As soon as the formation was formed, it slowly dimmed until it was completely hidden, and even the world's top formation could not be seen at all.

After arranging all this, the green light on the blurred figure flashed, dragging its long tail, and burrowing its head into a gap in the big hole. This gap is only more than ten zhang in circumference, less than three zhang in height, and the space is not spacious, but it is very hidden.

The blurred figure casually threw He Zichuan's "corpse" to the ground, and with a slight hook of his fingers, the "broken stone" that was deeply stuck in the flesh and blood of the "corpse" immediately burst into a ghostly light, and a scorched and rusty half-cut sword flew out, obediently hovering over the palm of the blurred figure. The Phantom Ghost Fire glanced lightly at the miserable Qingfeng Sword, shook his head slightly, and said to himself: "It is a mundane thing that is not of great use, how can it bear the power of cause and effect?

With that, he shook his cross-arm and immediately ignited a dark green flame in the stream of debris that flowed slowly around him, and the flame emitted a thick death breath, and the surviving creatures within a radius of hundreds of miles were contaminated by this death breath, and immediately howled miserably and turned into a terrifying monster. The fragments of the copper pillar quickly melted under the scorching flames, turning into pools of boiling copper water, which were attracted by the blurred figure with the power of the law, and quickly flowed into the broken Breeze Sword. Wherever the copper water went, the original material of the Qingfeng Sword immediately evaporated, and in less than a moment, the material of the remnant sword was completely different, and more copper water was still being injected into it, and the remnant sword was also not refused, and under the smelting of a large amount of copper water, it gradually turned into a new sword blank.

The strange thing is that the Qingfeng Sword was originally only three feet long, more than an inch wide, and after the sword was broken, it was only more than a foot long, and a few catties of copper and iron could be built, even if the new sword blank was the same size as the original Qingfeng Sword, it could not accommodate so much copper water. But the sword blank was like a greedy and hungry whale, swallowing all the copper water in one gulp, and the huge and towering copper pillar was completely fused into a three-foot long sword, which was really incredible.

The vague figure sneered and said to himself: "Fifty thousand catties of the world's most rigid and yang scorching steel and copper, tempered by the netherworld's yin and soft netherworld blazing cold flames, and then shaped by one hundred and thirty-six laws of the great world, so that it deserves a decent sword!" The Yanyang stainless steel copper is the world and its rare things, the power is great, it is extremely difficult to deal with, often in the forging of the best combat weapons or magic weapons will add one or two half money, and as long as you add so little, the forged thing will definitely become a generation of iron like mud, if someone knows that the fuzzy figure actually uses a full 50,000 catties of Yanyang stainless steel copper to build a sword, I am afraid that they will be jealous and hateful, beat their chests and feet, jump their feet and shout, saying that he is violent and destroys the heavens, right? And that Netherworld Blazing Cold Flame is a hundred times rarer than the Burning Sun Stainless Steel Copper, this kind of Extreme Yin Extreme Cold Flame, produced in the deepest part of the underworld, can burn all living beings, even if it is a Divine Realm monk, nine out of nine have only heard of it in legends, and there is no one in ten thousand who has really seen it. In addition, the 136 laws of the great world are the most amazing, and the laws of heaven and earth are also divided into 369 and so on, the so-called laws of the great world are the basic laws that constitute the world, the more basic they are, the more abstract they are, the more all-encompassing, the more difficult to understand, and the more powerful they are. If a monk can fully understand a great law of the world, he can immediately advance to the divine realm with it, and he is also a strong existence among the gods.

Under the combined effect of the scorching sun's stainless steel copper, the Netherworld's blazing cold flame and the one hundred and thirty-six laws of the great world, the prototype of a long sword about one zhang long and about half a foot wide gradually emerged, and the blurred figure stretched out his arms and punched at the red giant sword, with a loud "bump", a small pit was smashed out of the giant sword's body, and sparks flew everywhere. The vague figure nodded slightly, the afterimage of his arms flickered, and he punched out the giant sword, and a brilliant rain of sparks immediately fell in the narrow hole.

The fist shadow only lasted for a moment and a half, and the giant sword, which was more than a zhang long and half a foot wide, had been forged into a sword that was more than three feet long and more than an inch wide, which looked the same size as the Qingfeng Sword. Immediately after that, the blurred figure spewed out a mouthful of green mist towards the long sword, and a thin layer of frost immediately formed on the red long sword, and the crimson sword body instantly cooled, turning into a moon-white as bright as a mirror. The blurred figure raised a finger and wrote and drew on the sword body in the air, the sword body immediately flew with countless sparks, and six evil dragons gradually emerged at the end of the long sword, they opened their teeth and claws, and became entangled, forming a sword handle about six inches long, and the six hideous dragon heads snapped tightly and turned into the tail of the sword;

As soon as the sword was formed, it let out a violent roar, and the fierce qi shot straight into the nine skies, shattering all the clouds within a hundred miles, and a large crack appeared in the surrounding space, as if it was directly cut by the violent sword qi that escaped. The vague figure was covered in green mist, and seemed to be very dissatisfied, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and his left hand swiped back slightly, as if tearing an invisible curtain, revealing a yin object curled up in the corner. The yin body was half-empty, with a green face and fangs, but she was wearing a dignified pink skirt, she trembled with fear in front of the blurred figure, and it was almost difficult to control herself, but she still stared at He Zichuan's "corpse" on the ground, revealing a look of extreme longing, which looked very strange.

The two ghostly ghost fires in the eye sockets of the blurred figure were beating, as if they could travel through time and space, see the past and the future, he stared at the trembling yin thing, but refused to leave for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "What a strange woman who is obsessed with obsession...... " After saying that, he gently blew a breath of green air into the yin thing, and the yin thing screamed, revealing a color of extreme pain, but under this pain, she was turbid, The empty eyes gradually gave birth to a clear look, and the appearance of the green face and fangs also changed rapidly, but after a breath or two, she turned into a beautiful and delicate woman, who was the flower fairy of Fanhua Valley.

As soon as Fang Fang, the flower fairy regained his senses, he immediately knelt down in front of the blurred figure with a thud, but he knelt quietly like this, without saying a word.

The vague figure sighed: "You are good at using forbidden laws, which are not tolerated by the laws of heaven and earth, and you have lost the opportunity for reincarnation. Just now you have become a half-ghost body, and you have lost your mind, but you still have that obsession, which is really rare. This king now gives you a chance to guard him forever, but it will cost you a great price, I don't know if you are willing?"

The flower fairy buried her head deep in the ground and said earnestly: "The slave family is willing!"

The vague figure asked unsurprisedly, "Don't you ask what the price is?"

The flower fairy shook her head and said, "There is no need to ask, no matter what the price needs to pay, the slave family's answer is the same." ”

The fuzzy figure was covered in mist, and said movingly: "Okay! Then the king will fulfill you!" With that, he tapped lightly at the long sword that had just been forged, and the long sword immediately let out a fierce scream, shooting out the power of several laws, like a spider web, entangled the faint Yuan Shen of the Flower Language Fairy and pulled it into the sword body.

The moment the Flower Language Fairy Yuan Shen entered the sword, the long sword suddenly shook violently, the entire Tianqi Mountain seemed to experience a strong earthquake, crumbling, and a sharp howl rolled out from the sword body, spreading hundreds of miles away, the strong sword qi raged vertically and horizontally, if it were not for the support of a vague figure, I am afraid that the entire space would have been cut into pieces. The struggle of the long sword lasted for a full three incense sticks before it slowly stopped, the crazy and raging sword qi gradually dissipated, the law of escape and the power of yin and yang slowly restrained, and the miserable howl became weaker and weaker, until it completely disappeared. A layer of extremely light pink appeared on the moon-white sword, and the tail of the sword was engraved with three small characters of "Flower Language Ji", which seemed to be written by the Flower Language Fairy himself.

The vague figure held the long sword in his hand and sighed: "This supreme obsession has actually defeated the ferocity of the divine soldier, and the slightest carelessness will be a catastrophe, a hundred times more miserable than vanishing!" He shook his head slightly, and said to the long sword again: "From now on, you are the sword spirit of this flower whisper, so accompany him well......"

Hua Yuji let out a joyful tremble, like a girl's silver bell, and even dispelled the cold aura of ten thousand years of ice on the blurred figure's body.

The vague figure nodded, and said: "Piff is not guilty, he is guilty, wait until your strength is enough, and then lift the seal by yourself." ”

As he spoke, he bent his finger and flicked it lightly, and the beautiful, cold moon-white dragon pattern sword broke and corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, changing shape, and instantly turned into a charred and broken appearance, which was exactly the same as the damaged Qingfeng Sword, but the place where the three words "Qingfeng Sword" should have been engraved at the end of the sword was engraved with the three words "Huayuji" of Juanxiu.

After doing all this, the vague figure threw the makeover Hua Yuji casually, stuck it diagonally on the ground, and then walked to He Zichuan's "corpse", smiled and said to himself: "The divine sword has been completed, and the next thing is the person with the sword!" As he spoke, he pulled the void in his right hand, pulling out the last bit of withered soul that remained in He Zichuan's body, and gently touched the white ball in front of him with his left hand, and the white ball immediately exploded open, turning into several streams of white mist to roll up the soul, and the blurred figure opened the bow left and right, as if it was a clay sculpture, rubbing it back and forth, and in just three or five breaths, the broken soul was re-pinched out of the human form.

Immediately afterwards, the vague figure pointed towards the golden ball full of the power of the primordial god, and the golden ball also exploded, and the power of the primordial god that was completely consistent with the soul attribute of He Zichuan immediately rushed out, wrapping the pale white humanoid soul in it, and the blurred figure seemed to be the holy hand of Danqing, using his fingers as the pen and the golden power of the primordial god as the ink, quickly outlining a delicate human form on the white soul, which was exactly the same as He Zichuan.

Just as the new Yuan Shen was about to be completed, a smirk suddenly appeared on the cheeks of the blurred figure, and an indescribable evil taste arose. He said to himself, "Since you are going to be reborn, you should say goodbye to the past completely, otherwise how can you take a new path?" he said as his fingers flew, and in three or two strokes, he drew the primordial god into something else.

After the formation of the Yuan Shen, the blurred figure dragged He Zichuan's remnant body with one hand, and injected a mysterious law into it, and the remnant slowly began to squirm in his hand, and countless blood vessels and flesh shreds grew on the broken muscles and internal organs, slowly wrapping the golden Yuan Shen with his eyes closed.

At this time, the blurred figure pointed at the cyan ball, and the cyan ball also exploded like two white and gold balls, and the spiritual power of the entire mountain range suddenly exploded, and the mountain roared like a tsunami to the slowly growing corpse, the corpse had such a powerful energy, and the growth rate immediately increased hundreds of times, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a giant meat cocoon with a diameter of one zhang and a length of about three zhang, and the golden power of the primordial god shuttled through the meat cocoon and slowly fused.

The vague figure looked at the flesh cocoon and kept growing, and said to himself: "Only by reshaping your body with your own body, soul, and the power of the primordial spirit can you achieve the same spirit and soul without leaving the slightest flaw." However, the finishing touch of this step is ......" said, the vague figure suddenly laughed, and sneered: "Everyone in the world wants to take that luck, but luck is not the only way out. Besides, since this king can hide his luck, how can he easily hand it over to those group of jumping clowns? Even if they stand in front of their luck, they would never guess that this distraction of this king is the massive amount of luck that is enough for a monk to advance to the god realm!"

As he spoke, the two ghost fires in the eye sockets of the blurred figure jumped faintly, his voice was suddenly cold, and he said: "This king has planted a fire for you, and the next thing is to depend on your own creation, you must not let this king down!" In an instant, the bright sky was dark, and the entire small underworld rumbled and trembled, startling countless masters, and the huge meat cocoon turned from red to green in an instant, and then from green to black, and finally formed a thick layer of hard shell on the surface, and the heartbeat sound of "poof, poof" echoed through the hard shell throughout the hole, and the huge meat cocoon also jumped regularly with the powerful heartbeat.

A fragile new force is slowly sprouting and growing, and perhaps it will die halfway, or perhaps it will one day grow into an existence that will amaze the world! Everything in the future is full of unknowns and expectations, and we need to wait and see.

Three days later, the news of the abnormal change in Tianqi Mountain spread all over the world, and Qi Xianguan sent several fairyland masters to find out, but they never returned. A few months later, Qi Xianguan sent two more Holy Realm masters to lead dozens of Immortal Realm masters to investigate, and in the end, there was no news, after the loss of a large number of masters, Qi Xianguan's vitality was greatly damaged, and he was reduced from a first-class sect in Suzhou to a second-rate, which shook the entire Suzhou, and the major forces did not dare to act rashly, and the heinous Tianqi Mountain tragedy was over. Since then, Tianqi Mountain has turned into a Jedi, and it can no longer be used by monks to cultivate, and the six sects were destroyed in an instant, as well as the terrifying legend of the disappearance of two groups of masters of Qixian Temple, which has put on a layer of mystery on it, making countless monks frightened, and few people dare to step into Tianqi Mountain again.

Fifteen years later, the Celestial and Human Realms.

A handsome boy dressed in a white brocade robe, walking in a majestic corridor of the palace in a chic and calm manner, he walked very fast, but with a trace of a deep groan on his face, as if thinking about his heart. Suddenly, his ears moved, and he slowly stopped, but he heard a warm voice behind him.

"I haven't seen it for more than 100 years, and Brother Honglin's demeanor is even better than back then!"

A smile hung on the corner of the white-clothed man's lips, he slowly turned around and saluted, and said humbly: "Brother Yuyu has praised it, I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, and your cultivation has been refined and improved, I'm afraid you have already left Xia far behind." ”

Behind the white-clothed boy stood a gentle-faced blue-robed boy five or six feet away, his eyes were shining, and he was obviously also a monk with extremely high cultivation. The blue-robed boy stared at the white-clothed boy for a moment, then suddenly shook his head and smiled: "Brother Honglin is still so cunning, you are full of complexion, surging mana, and full of primordial spirits, you have obviously reached the edge of the advanced heavenly realm, and you still come to make fun of it, it is really hateful." I really don't know what kind of adventures you have experienced in the past hundred years, and you have been able to cultivate so much, and you are so envious. ”

The man in white smiled awkwardly, not wanting to entangle with him on this issue any longer, so he immediately changed the topic and said, "Brother Yuyu is busy, how can you have time to be a guest in the Sect today?"

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, the blue-robed boy didn't mention the events of the past hundred years, but sighed faintly, and said: "Shizun suddenly came out of the customs recently, saying that he was coming to visit Lord Longwang, and in the retreat of those senior brothers, the long journey of the long journey, only the next person has nothing to do, so he has to take over this drudgery and accompany the master to your sect to disturb for a few days. ”

Seeing that his face was full of grievances, the man in white sneered: "You think this is a chore, but others can't ask for it." Now that you have arrived in the Qianlong Yuan, let me do the east in the next place, have a good drink with you, and exchange cultivation experiences, maybe you can go further on the path of cultivation. ”

The blue-robed boy was about to shake his head, but a cute girl sprang out from behind him, and said timidly: "Shizun said that drinking alcohol will spoil the mood, so don't let the senior brother drink more......"

The white-clothed boy was stunned for a moment, the blue-robed boy had cultivated to the late stage of the Realm of Perfection, his strength was super strong, and he was one of the best second-generation disciples in his sect, but this little girl was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and her cultivation was not in the Xiaocheng Realm, how could she keep calling him Senior Brother?

The blue-robed boy seemed to see the doubts of the white-clothed boy, and shook his head with a wry smile: "This is Lin Ruoying, the close disciple of the master, is only sixteen this year, and it has only been ten years since the entry, and he has reached the early stage of remodeling, and his qualifications are very rebellious, and he is deeply loved by the master, but she is still young in nature, and she likes to be naughty, and she is often so angry that several uncles and uncles blow their beards and stare at her, so there is another task in the future, which is to watch this little guy, and it is not possible to drink." Oh yes, Wakasakura, this is Wang Honglin, the famous thousand-faced prince of Qianlong Yuan, why don't you come over to see you. ”

The little girl pulled the corners of her clothes with both hands, and drew circles on the ground with thin toes, her expression was shy and a little cute, and she said to the boy in white, "I've seen the child", the movements were dignified and natural, and there was no half-artificiality, which was like a troublemaker? But it only took ten years to achieve the great achievement of reshaping the realm that deeply shocked the boy in white, he was old and sophisticated, and naturally knew that all geniuses were always a little weird, and they couldn't be regarded as appearances, let alone being favored by one of the seven heavenly venerables in the heavenly and human realms, and accepted as a top genius of closed disciples?

The boy in white suddenly put away his contempt, turned his palm, took out a wooden hairpin with a simple shape, hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly handed the hairpin to the girl, and said with a smile: "The first time we met, there was no preparation in the next, and I recently got a thing, which seems to be very extraordinary, so I will give it to the girl as a meeting gift." ”

At first glance, the wooden hairpin was as ordinary as a stall, but for some reason, it exuded a strange attraction, so that Lin Ruoying's eyes could no longer take her eyes off it. Without waiting for the blue-robed boy to speak, the little girl respectfully took the hairpin with both hands, deeply blessed her, and thanked, "Thank you, Son, for the treasure." ”

The blue-robed boy saw that the little girl had already taken the hairpin, and he couldn't refuse anymore, so he had to shake his head and smile bitterly.

The man in white clasped his fists and smiled: "This is very good, Miss Lin will become a great weapon one day, and he is just taking over a good fate first." Since Brother Yuyu still has something to do, I won't bother in the next place, and when you leave the Sect, you must notify the next one, and come to see off Brother Yuyu in the next place. ”

"Definitely, definitely......" The blue-robed boy hurriedly hugged his fists and thanked him.

The boy in white also clasped his fists and saluted, then turned around and walked to the depths of the corridor, when he came to the near turn, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the two men in the blue robe, only to see the little girl happily playing with the wooden hairpin in his hand, and then he couldn't wait to insert it on his little head, and then took out a small mirror and looked left and right triumphantly.

The man in white sneered, moved his footsteps, turned into another corridor and disappeared. And the wooden hairpin was inserted into the girl's bun, shining in the afterglow of the setting sun.

(End of Volume 1, to be continued...... ）