"Hmph, don't dare anymore, you're very bold. When the god of Quhe seemed to be careless, he suddenly waved his hand, and a crack in the ground cracked silently on the altar, and the crack appeared at the foot of Bei Jing, and a cold and gloomy wind rolled out, and in the dark and bottomless abyss, there seemed to be the sound of flowing water, and there was a terrible howl.

Heibei Jing's face changed greatly, his heart was horrified, he didn't say a word, he rolled on the spot, turned into a black water arrow and shot towards the bottom of the god platform, outside the temple, but there was a black wave in the abyss, and the water arrow was rolled up, and it was directly swallowed in, and then the crack gradually closed.

"Ah, mother, spare your life......" The black shellfish spirit let out a miserable howl.

"Hmph, eat what is inside and out. When Qu Heshen snorted coldly, he didn't take it seriously.

She picked up another blue heart lotus seed, put it in her mouth, and after biting it for a while, she said, "That Chen Gong actually survived, it's really good." ”

The little girl wearing the saffron next to her also smiled lightly and said: "His incense is booming that morning, but I'm afraid that it won't be long before his incense will catch up with Niangniang, and then he will be the first incense god in Jianwei Town." ”

When the god of Quhe was just leaning on her jasper throne and eating the lotus seeds leisurely, he didn't respond to the little girl's words, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Above Tianjian Peak, Chen Gong's body was like a rock, standing under the rising sun, absorbing the true fire of the sun. Not only did he have to refine his physical body, but he also had to accumulate enough Sun True Fire so that he could use it to refine that black stone when the time came.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed, and it was the first day of the month, and the earth was dark, and the stars were hidden in the dark clouds.

It was late at night, and everyone was asleep, when suddenly, the wind started, at first it was just a breeze, and in the blink of an eye it had turned into a violent wind, and a muffled thunder woke up many people in their dreams.

On the Nine Heavens, a dazzling thunderbolt pierced the pitch-black sky like a sharp sword, piercing straight to the earth. Looking down from the sky, this thunderbolt fell into the earth and disappeared silently, like a stone sinking into the sea, without even raising a wave.

Ordinary people in the world naturally think that this is just a relatively large wind and rain, and thunder and lightning are normal, but within a radius of dozens of miles in this Jianwei Town, the immortals, gods, spirits and ghosts who have cultivated to a certain realm all know that there is a spiritual creature that is going to cross the thunder tribulation.

Another thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the thunder flashed everywhere, and it was bright. Under the thunderlight, a pitch-black house appeared, it was the Linjian Ancestral Hall, on the roof of the Linjian Ancestral Hall, a woman who looked extremely weak looked up to meet the falling thunder and lightning, the already bloodless face seemed to be more and more pale, a black mist appeared above her head, and a non-condensed spirit card loomed in the black mist.

This is her third thunder tribulation, so this time three thunderbolts will fall, and one hand in the tenth year, until he gives birth to yang in his yin body and achieves a ghost immortal, otherwise this thunder tribulation will be heavier and heavier every time, and it will never stop.

The thunder fell, and the sword spirit couldn't hear any thunder in his ears, and there was only the thunder in his eyes, which was brilliant and bright.

The spirit card in the black mist rushed up to block the thunder and lightning, but the electric light spread down, like a wave of water dripping on the stone, and the electric spark hit the sword spirit's body, only to see her whole body tremble, and her face showed a painful expression.

The thunder and lightning fell fast and went quickly, but this moment made her body look much more illusory, the dark clouds in the sky churned, and after a while, another thunderbolt slashed.

The sword spirit gritted his teeth, suddenly jumped up, turned into a cloud of black smoke and integrated into the spirit card, and after this spirit card was integrated into the black smoke turned by the sword spirit, a dark red small sword faintly appeared, which was a wisp of sword soul absorbed by the sword spirit three years ago, and now she wants to survive the thunder tribulation, her mana is not continuous, so she wants to rely on this wisp of sword soul to carry the last thunder.

I don't know what the origin of the sword soul is, after the thunder light struck, it was stabbed in half by the sword intent emanating from the sword soul, and then only half fell on the sword spirit, and after a while, the thunder light and the spirit card dissipated together.

Heaven and earth returned to darkness, and the five fingers were not visible, and the wind and rain gradually subsided. There was a faint smoke gathering in the sky above the ancestral hall, first turned into a ball, and then condensed into a black spirit card, a clear light descended on the spirit card, and a young girl appeared in the clear light, the black skirt mopped the floor, and the black hair was scattered around the waist, just like a night elf, but on her forehead, there was already a dark red small sword mark, which was the sword spirit that Chen Gong called the ancestor of the sword before.

She looked up at the clouds that had dispersed, and the corners of her mouth turned up, looking extremely happy.

However, at this moment, a white circle of light suddenly appeared under the hood, and the sword spirit was horrified, and his body was weak, so he wanted to turn into black smoke and escape into the Linjian Ancestral Hall, but it was too late, and the white light flashed, and she was already covered in it, like a rope imprisoning her.

The sword spirit was shocked in his heart, and the spiritual power in his body was like a pool of stagnant water at the moment, and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

The void is surging like water, and a person steps out of the void, silently, looking young and handsome, dressed in a hundred ghost south robes, and his eyes reveal a gloomy color, it is the land god of Jianwei Town, Yingsu.

"This land is short of a spirit attendant, and you're not bad. Ying Su said lightly.

The sword spirit struggled, and when he heard Ying Su's words, he hurriedly said: "Lord of the Land, the Sword Spirit is just a lonely ghost with low mana, if he becomes the spirit servant of the Lord of the Land, he will only lose the face of the Lord of the Land." ”

"Hehe, to be a spiritual servant of this land, you don't need to have high mana, as long as your soul is beautiful, you are just right. Ying Su chuckled.

The sword spirit frowned slightly, and said softly and weakly: "The sword spirit has just survived the thunder tribulation, the land lord please let the little girl recuperate for three months, and three months later, the sword spirit will go to the land temple to meet the land lord." ”

"No need, you're slippery, let you go today, who will be there in three months, let's go." Ying Su suddenly grabbed the void, there was already a white rope in his hand, the white light rope was connected to the white light that imprisoned the sword spirit, and after pulling it tight, he took the sword spirit and left, and when he took one step, he was about to sink into the void, the sword spirit opened his mouth, but he was already speechless.

At this moment, a dark red light burst out from the south, drawing a red line in the dark sky, like a blood stain, and in the blink of an eye, it had already reached the sky above the Linjian Ancestral Hall.

The sword spirit just felt a chill all over her body, the temperature in the void dropped sharply, and a murderous aura penetrated her body, but as soon as she touched the sword mark on her forehead, it turned into a clear stream, driving away the cold qi on the sword spirit's body cleanly.

At this time, a flying sword emitting dazzling blood light had appeared in the sky, slashing towards Ying Su's head.

Ying Su, who was about to sink into the void, suddenly turned around and waved his sleeves, and a dark black wind was like substance, rolling away with the flying sword, with anger faintly appearing on his face. He never thought that he hadn't made trouble with Chen Gong yet, and he would dare to take the initiative to provoke himself.

"A mountain god who has just won the position of the mountain god, how dare to do this, it is simply empty-eyed and arrogant. Ying Su thought angrily in his heart, the black wind from the sleeve rolled on the sword, and his hand had already reached out from the sleeve, and his five fingers were like jade, looking extremely hard, and he didn't care about the sharpness of the sword, and grabbed the blade with one hand.

This sword looks simple and unpretentious, in the keen perception of the sword spirit, the sword body is constantly trembling rapidly, making people look at a glance, the sword is like a layer of blood mist, and at the same time, the fluttering like bee wings makes this flying sword give people an incomparably agile feeling.

The hand stretched out by the land god Ying Su suddenly stretched out, and it touched the blade of the sword at once, and the sword body was like a spring, and it bounced away at once, but at the moment of bounce open, the sword spirit clearly saw that the flying sword had been slashed several times in the hand of Ying Su, so fast, even the sword spirit couldn't believe that he could take this scene into his eyes.

The sword spirit didn't know how powerful those swords were, but when she saw Ying Su's hand, she instantly retracted, but the flying sword did not retreat, but instead stabbed at Ying Su's eyes.

The sword spirit looked at the sword stabbing into Ying Su's eyes, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, secretly thinking that these gloomy eyes were not worthy of seeing the scenery of the world, and it was good to be blinded. Although she herself is also a ghost, Ying Su is dark in her eyes, even her body and mind are dark.

The moment Ying Su's hand was slashed by the sword, he was shocked and angry, although the sword did not hurt his wrist, but it made him feel the pain of the heart, and at the same time, there was a cold and pure murderous aura from the sword blade penetrated into his body, straight towards his soul.

"This sword is definitely not simple!: The moment Ying Su was slashed by the sword in the wrist, he understood that he had underestimated the enemy, and such a sword was not something that his hands could grasp.

Although he was angry, he did not panic, and with a light shout in the face of the sword light that did not come, a temple immediately appeared above his head, blooming with a faint black light, like a netherworld, dark and deep, as if it could swallow everything.

The Red Flame Sword was shrouded in a cloud of red light, hazy, but the murderous aura on the sword was extremely clear, and after Ying Su was protected by the ghostly light hanging from the temple, he stabbed straight through without the slightest pause.

However, as soon as the Red Flame Sword pierced into the glow of the temple, it immediately slowed down, as if it was pierced in an endless mire, and countless hands firmly bound it.

"I don't know what to say!" Ying Su said coldly, his hand poked out again as he spoke, but this time it was replaced by his left hand, and his right hand had already disappeared into his robe. His body didn't move at all, and his left hand suddenly stretched out and appeared in the sky above the Red Flame Sword.

Suddenly, just as his hand was about to touch the sword body, a sword sound sounded from the Red Flame Sword, the sound of the sword was not heavy, but it spread far away between the silent heaven and earth.

A red light suddenly appeared on the Red Flame Sword, and the red light was like a flame, shining on the surrounding darkness at once, burning the shackles of the ghostly light, and suddenly returning to its normal speed, and in an instant, it drew an arc and slashed towards Ying Su's left hand as before.

This time, Ying Su seemed to have been prepared, and he had already shrunk back the moment the Red Flame Sword was freed from the shackles, but the Red Flame Sword stabbed into the ghostly light, and the target was still the eye, but this time the Red Flame Sword became a little erratic, as if it had its own life, unpredictable.

Does the person who came want to kill Ying Su? The sword spirit looked at the posture of the Red Flame Sword, and chased after it so relentlessly, he couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart.

"Hmph!" Ying Su snorted coldly, and the sleeves that were still in the void suddenly dissolved, and rolled towards the Red Flame Sword, and after the sleeves dissolved, he could clearly see the patterns of imps and some mysterious charms.