Time passed quietly, and everyone in the Yin Moon Palace waiting outside the altar began to be a little impatient.

"Could it be that he died in some ancient ruin?" Blood Soulless looked at the empty altar and muttered.

"Humph!" Yin Qiu's face was shrouded in black mist, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, so he snorted coldly.

"A few of you are here to guard, let's go!" With a wave of his hand, he said to a few disciples.

Then, leading the group out of the altar.

The disciples of the Four Elephant Sect who had been staying here couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw this.

Canglong led Fat Tiger and Ao Yun and his party away half a month ago, and they stayed here just to deliver the news in time for Mu Qiu to appear.

Now that the enmity has gone, several disciples of the Four Elephant Sect still have not moved.

Wait here quietly.

……

In the tomb of the dead, Mu Qiu lay quietly in the coffin of the burial immortal.

At this time, the sword qi raging around him had all been converging, and the pasty-like aura in the burial immortal coffin had also been absorbed by him.

Suddenly, Mu Qiu's eyes opened suddenly.

Under the dry eyelids, in a pair of pupils as deep as the night, two fierce sword qi emerged.

Boom!

The lid of the coffin of the burial immortal coffin was opened,

Click! Click! Click......

The crisp sound of joint activity sounded.

Mu Qiu started from the burial immortal coffin, he looked down at the four withered ones, and a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes.

With both hands struggling, the whole person suddenly flew up, he didn't care about his body, but pulled out the giant sword on his back from behind him with his backhand.

Then his mind moved, and the rusty sword that had accompanied him for more than ten years flew out of the storage ring and slowly floated in front of him.

Drink!

With a light drink, the rusty sword suddenly spun rapidly, emitting a buzzing sword sound.

"Old friend, goodbye!" A dry sound came from Mu Qiu's throat.

Then he threw the giant sword in his hand forward, and his hands quickly pinched the trick.

The giant sword flew out with a slam and stopped in front of Mu Qiu.

The Rusty Sword seemed to know Mu Qiu's intentions, and it slowly trembled, making a mournful sword sound.

No matter how Mu Qiu moved, the rusty sword resisted stubbornly.

"I didn't expect this broken sword to actually produce a sword spirit!" The desolate spirit said in the sea of Mu Qiuqi, with a thick surprise in his tone.

"Sister Ara, what now?" Seeing this, Mu Qiu couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect this kind of change.

This rusty sword has followed him since he began to cultivate immortals, and since then, because of the damage to the sea of qi, it has been used as a stepping tool and has not been used too much.

Rao is like this, there is still a sword spirit born in this sword, although this sword spirit is still very immature, but it has its own thoughts.

Now, Mu Qiu wants to refine it and repair the giant sword, and it has also begun to struggle.

"This is a good thing for you, the previous sword spirit spirit is completely gone, and now, this sword spirit can just make up for the lack of spirituality." The Desolate Spirit chuckled.

"That's good, this rusty sword has been with me for so long, I'm really a little reluctant." When Mu Qiu heard this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Take out that sword spirit and use the method of injecting spirit to inject the sword spirit of the rusty sword into it, so that he not only has spirituality, but also inherits the previous spirit body." The Arraith's mouth spoke.

Immediately, a message appeared in Mu Qiu's mind, which was the method of injecting spirits that the desolate spirit said.

This method of injecting spirits is not complicated, and after sorting out that information, Mu Qiu will initially grasp it.

"Old friend, don't worry, just let you exist in another way." Mu Qiuchong whispered to the struggling rusty sword.

When Rusty Sword heard Mu Qiu's words, he seemed to understand, and he gradually regained his composure and stopped struggling.

Seeing this, Mu Qiu smiled slightly, his hands moved quickly, and the two magic duels were struck, which were submerged in the rusty sword and the giant sword respectively.

Then, with a move of mind, Xiao Qi, who turned into a puppet in the storage ring, appeared in front of him.

A few more spells were played, and he stretched out his hand and pointed, and the rusty sword suddenly emitted a buzzing sword sound.

Then, a pale cyan ball of light was drawn from the Rusty Sword.

Mu Qiu's mind moved, and the pale cyan light suddenly submerged into Xiao Qi's body, and at this time, Xiao Qi's whole body trembled wildly.

"It's now, seal the spirit!" The Arraity reminded in time.

Mu Qiu nodded, and with another tap in his hand, a spell mark drawn by sword qi instantly appeared on his fingertips.

quickly submerged into the body of Xiao Qi in front of him.

The curse mark was submerged, and Xiao Qi's body shook, and he stopped moving.

After half a ring, Mu Qiu saw Xiao Qi, who was motionless, and a worried look appeared on his face.

Although this method of infusion is simple, it has a large failure rate, and if it fails, all the spirits and spirits will be damaged.

Just when he was anxious, a pale cyan light slowly emanated from Xiao Qi's body, and then, the light gradually brightened and was extremely dazzling.

Mu Qiu held his breath, and his eyes stared at the radiant Xiao Qi.

After ten breaths of time, the light gradually faded, and Xiao Qi's figure reappeared in front of Mu Qiu's eyes.

At this time, the child, who was originally five or six years old, became a little girl about ten years old at this time.

Her long hair was snow-white, her eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly opened them.

The big smart eyes looked at Mu Qiu with curiosity.

"Master!" The little girl bowed slowly to Mu Qiu.

Seeing this, the latter hurriedly pulled it up, and looked at this sword spirit with some tears and laughter.

The appearance of the sword spirit is transformed according to the owner's thoughts, so it makes sense that this little girl is so exquisite.

Mu Qiu still has some confidence in his own aesthetics.

"I didn't expect that in addition to Longyang's goodness, you also have this hobby......" The ridiculous tone of the desolate spirit sounded in Mu Qiu's mind.

"You dirty sword spirit, I just thought of what my future daughter would look like, what are you thinking about in your head all day?" Mu Qiu said angrily.

The Arraic Spirit stuck out her tongue, she really wanted to crook.

This is not to blame her, the spirit body of the sword spirit is not much different from that of humans, so in the hands of some evil sword cultivators, it has always acted as a companion.

Therefore, when she saw Mu Qiu's sword spirit, her first reaction was to think about it.

Who knows, Mu Qiu actually treats his sword spirit as a daughter.

This point, in sword cultivation, is also extremely normal, because her previous master, the ancient sword immortal who passed on to Mu Qiu Sword Immortal, also treated her like her own daughter.

"The sword spirit has been fused, now, let's repair this giant sword." Mu Qiu no longer paid attention to the desolate spirit, he looked at the two swords floating in front of him, and muttered.

Immediately, with a move of mind, the Silent Qiankun Ding flew out of the storage ring, and suddenly, the body of the Ding swelled in the wind.

Suck two swords into the ding.

The soul power surged, and the blazing black flames in the ding suddenly appeared, enveloping the two swords.

"This black flame in the Silent Qiankun Ding is really a good thing, not inferior to the demonic flame of the South Wuyue." Mu Qiu felt the two swords in the ding gradually turning red, and couldn't help grinning.