"If you want to be my master, are you sure you won't be eaten by me?" Leng Yi said expressionlessly staring at Yin Qiu.

Although this yin vendetta is good, it is only a late stage of the transformation of the gods, Leng Yi's memory was sealed three hundred years ago, so she didn't know much, but the memory fragments that appeared from time to time at that time made her vaguely know that her previous master was the power that cultivated to the heavens.

"You don't have to worry about this, when you get to the Yin Moon Palace, I have my own way to seal your spiritual wisdom, although the sword spirit is a little less spiritual at that time, but for you to be completely used by me, this sacrifice is still worth it." Yin Qiu shook his head indifferently and explained to Leng Yi.

At this time, all the disciples of the Qingxu Sect were angry, what difference did it make if they sealed Lingzhi and directly wiped it out.

"Master, don't!" One of the younger disciples shouted,

"Yes, Shizun don't fall for him, let's fight with them, the big deal is death!" Yin Sisi on the side stood up, stared at the yin hatred, and gritted her silver teeth.

Several people from Leng Zhufeng were not injured because of Leng Yi's protection.

Lin Tingting still had a cold face, and the out-of-body sword in her hand had already shown her determination.

"Hehe, I'm a sword spirit whose memory has been sealed, it's nothing to be sealed again, you are all still young, how can I watch you die."

Although Leng Yi usually has a cold face and doesn't care about anything, she has long regarded the disciples of Qingxumen as her own children in her heart, and she has no choice at this moment.

"Wait a minute!" Just then, a voice rang out from afar. The streamer flew by, and a rusty sword thuded into the center of the square, bringing up a cloud of dust.

The smoke cleared, and a black-robed man stood leaning on his sword, his hands in the two pockets of the black robe.

"Hehe, just because you're a waste, you want my master to be your sword spirit?" The faint voice carried an icy chill.

A cold voice sounded in the square, and everyone's eyes were on the person in the center of the square.

Now in this situation, being able to directly scold that yin hatred is a waste, which undoubtedly made everyone in the Qingxumen present exclaim their breath.

"Shepherd... Muqiu! Yin Sisi's small mouth opened slightly, stared blankly at the figure in the center of the square, and shouted in disbelief.

"Mu Qiu, are you stupid, what are you doing when you come back at this time?" Lin Tingting also stared at Mu Qiu with round eyes.

Mu Qiu didn't answer Lin Tingting at all, and said to Leng Yi on the side: "Master, I'm back." ”

Leng Yi didn't have a big reaction, and nodded with a smile, although Mu Qiu's return now made her a little surprised, but more of a relief.

"This seat has lived for thousands of years, but this is the first time that it has been called a waste." The yin hatred in the air shook his head and said self-deprecatingly.

"Dad, don't talk nonsense with him, just break your hands and feet and hang on this mountain gate for seven days and seven nights, so that others will know the fate of provoking my Yin Moon Palace." The black robe beside Yin Qiu said in a deep voice, this person is Yin Wenxing who killed Zhang Qu's sister.

"It seems that there are still too few people in your Yin Moon Palace who dare to tell the truth." Mu Qiu shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and said with a light smile.

"Hmph, boy, it's not okay to have a bare mouth, let me see if your strength is as powerful as your mouth."

Yin Qiu's eyes showed murderous intent, and with a wave of his right hand, a black light struck straight towards Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu smiled, and his right hand lightly touched the black light, and suddenly a cyan sword qi shot out from between his fingers.

"Bang!"

The sword qi collided with the black light and made a huge explosion sound, which actually canceled each other out.

"Huh?" Yin Qiu's eyes narrowed slightly, the previous blow was just a temptation, he used three layers of strength, but he didn't expect to be easily taken by this young man.

"It seems that you still have two brushes, but this is not the capital of your arrogance." Yin Qiu's face gradually became solemn, this Mu Qiu was full of strangeness, and under the investigation of spiritual sense, this young man had no spiritual energy in his body.

There are only two reasons for this.

One is that this young man is a mortal, and the other reason is that the realm has surpassed him, so he can't feel cultivation.

The first guess obviously didn't hold up after the temptation just now, so there was only one reason!

This person's realm is unfathomable!

Yin vengeance will not believe that a small Qingxu Sect will have a strong person in the merger period.

He was decisive, using the power of the god to the extreme, and a figure identical to him appeared next to him.

This is the supernatural power that one has to reach the stage of incarnation, the incarnation outside the body!

"Boy, don't pretend to be a ghost, you have that treasure that isolates spiritual sense, right?" Yin Qiu sneered.

"No, I only have this broken sword on me, and the rest is gone." Mu Qiu pulled out the rusty sword from behind his back, spread his hands at Yin Qiu and smiled lightly.

"You'll find out if you try it or not!"

"Incarnate Divine Skill: Blood Demon Groan!" With a wave of his big hand, the incarnation outside the body beside him instantly skyrocketed to a blood-colored phantom the size of a hundred zhang, the heavens and the earth shook, and a thick smell of blood hit the sky.

"Moo!" The blood shadow let out a low groan, and a wave of dark red qi attacked Mu Qiu like an overwhelming air.

"It's a big game now, Sister Ara, are you sure to take it?" Under such a fierce attack, Mu Qiu's heart was a little hairy.

"Don't worry, you don't have to do anything, I'll dominate your body, the energy I have accumulated from absorbing so much karma just now should be enough for me to play a few tricks." Feeling Mu Qiu's concern, the desolate spirit said with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, the momentum on Mu Qiu's body changed suddenly, and a fierce momentum emanated, the whites of his eyes slowly faded, all of them became pitch black, and the mark of a sword appeared between his eyebrows, which was exactly what Mu Qiu looked like when he was in that unknown space.

The whole body is like a sharp sword standing in this heaven and earth, the rusty sword in his hand is lightly thrown, suspended vertically in front of him, his hands are crossed, and four obscure handprints are formed in an instant, and an ancient mark appears on the sword of each handprint, exuding a cyan glow.

The four seals came out in unison, "Hum! A crisp sword roar, accompanied by a domineering sword aura, soared into the sky.

"Slash!"

Thundered!

A huge stone sword of a hundred zhang size in the sky slowly condensed, and as Mu Qiu's voice fell, it slashed towards the Yin Hatred, and the body of the stone sword was densely covered with infinite ancient marks, and a vicissitudes of life and barren qi surged between heaven and earth.

"What is this?"

Everyone looked at the huge stone sword in the sky in horror, this kind of attack was already beyond their understanding.

"Master......" Leng Ye felt the slightly familiar feeling in the giant sword, and muttered with a blank expression.

"Boom!"

The giant sword and the red qi wave collided with each other, the heavens and the earth trembled, and a terrifying aura storm swept out.

In just an instant, the red qi wave was instantly disintegrated, and the giant sword's attack continued unabated, slashing towards Yin Qiu like a roar.

"Say what you say, and be strong in the fit period!" Yin Qiu's face changed drastically, and he found that he had been locked by this attack, and there was no way to avoid it.