The soul silk is not only a wisp of consciousness, but also the use of the soul path.

Due to the condensation of the soul, the process of differentiating the soul silk is not as simple as imagined.

If you don't have enough control, you are likely to lose consciousness in the process of differentiation and fall into a never-ending desolation.

In that way, living beings are no different from sitting down.

So, it's an extremely dangerous move.

Generally, the limit of a sixth-order creature is about ten thousand soul threads.

But at this moment, the multiplied soul filaments around Chen Ping manifested, which directly made Wang Xujing and the other dozen or so disciples who had comprehended the sword spirit together dumbfounded.

"It's not that there are no senior brothers in the sect who don't have soul path two transformations, but if they are them, it is difficult to differentiate the soul to such a point!"

The corners of Wang Xujing's mouth twitched, and the shock in his eyes was fleeting.

Because he was born with a soul body, he has always majored in kendo and minored in soul arts.

In this regard, he belongs to the strong.

But now, he was completely crushed by an outer mountain disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect.

The key is that the two are still in the same realm.

Thinking of this, Wang Xujing gritted his teeth and urged the soul method again.

As a result, the soul silk in front of him suddenly increased by half, reaching the appearance of eight thousand wisps. But this is also the limit.

If they are forcibly divided, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"You have to fight for everything, it's really a stinky problem of sword cultivation!"

Glancing at Wang Xujing's painful expression, Chen Ping was happy in his heart.

He practiced kendo in the Golden Bead Space, and when he was in a panic, he would divide his soul out to pass the time.

In addition, the usual fighting method operates the sword array and sword qi, and it must also be controlled by soul silk.

What's more, the strength of his soul path is unbelievable.

Unconsciously, in the use of this technique, the monks of the same rank have been left far behind. Of course, Chen Ping is not deliberately in the limelight.

It's just that the sword spirit is of great help to break the ninety-nine to one calamity.

He must go to great lengths to fight for it.

"Yuan Ming, that uncle seems to have flown up from the Nether."

"With the same identity as the master, the Flying Ascension Cultivator is really extreme, and most of them are far inferior to the disciples of the sect, but the top handful, regardless of talent and talent, are all incredible." The two Supreme Immortal Sword Sect disciples exclaimed.

The appearance of these two is seven or eight points alike. One is called Xin Yuanming, and the other is called Xin Yuanhao, who has just entered the late Yuan infant period. It is natural to call Chen Ping 'uncle'. Xin Yuanming and Xin Yuanhao's identities are unusual.

Both of them are the personal disciples of Elder Uchiyama Xin Jingyang.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, Xin Jingyang infiltrated the Tusha tribe to slaughter and found that he was still a child

of the twins.

The identities of the two brothers are similar to Chen Fuyao, and their father and mother are both pets of the Tusha clan.

Because of the outstanding kendodo talents of the two brothers, Xin Jingyang brought the two back to the sect and re-named them.

"Concentrate on understanding, don't waste precious opportunities!"

Seeing the ten primordial babies of the sect looking at him in unison, Chen Ping frowned, and swept away lightly without anger and self-authority.

"Yes, Uncle Shi!"

"Elder Xin Jingyang allowed me to join the ancestral map, and I mentioned his two disciples, which can be regarded as a flattening."

After muttering to himself, Chen Ping was at ease.

Unintentionally looking at An Hanyan's position, his face was stunned.

In the audience, only this woman turned a blind eye to his unbeatable ride.

Not only that, An Hanyan's two green onion white jade fingers were clamped into his arms.

He took out an ancient blue pill and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Unknown Eight Pattern Pill!"

The corners of Chen Ping's eyes twinkled, and he only hated himself for being under the command of a famous and decent family.

At the same time, after An Hanyan took that pill, his soul in the infancy stage of the Yuan Dynasty swelled instantly.

And, wisps of antique blue brilliance overflowed.

From the inside out, there is a sense of grace and luxury.

The next moment, the woman's soul suddenly dispersed.

It was actually divided into a whole thousand soul threads!

surpassed her god-transforming brother Wang Xu Jing in one fell swoop.

"One of the several holy pills that Dan Xing never sells to the outside world, and sure enough, Shizun has paved the way for his junior sister."

Wang Xujing smiled slightly, but in fact, he tasted it.

The Great Sage of Tianzhao taught dozens of disciples in his life, and he was just one of them.

The status of nature and pro-daughter cannot be compared.

", it's the top treatment from birth."

Chen Ping's heart fluctuated.

Then, with a movement of his consciousness, he commanded a wisp of soul silk to approach An Hanyan silently. From the previous confident gamble between this woman and Xu Yinxuan, he was suspicious.

He wanted to see what other means the Great Sage of Tianzhao had prepared for the bloodline. Zutu space.

Stars of different sizes float in levitation.

Chen Ping was in the middle of it, and the place where he crossed his knees was a place where the touch was soft.

The biggest difference from the outside world is that the body is extremely light, as if it is shuttling through the ascension channel. When the 20,000 strands of soul silk were distributed, the world in front of him began to change dramatically.

Those spinning stars turned into a sword qi illusion with different handles in an instant. These sword qi postures are different, and they are very different from each other.

The most exaggerated was like a Optimus Pillar, which exerted a terrifying feeling on Chen Ping's consciousness. And the small sword qi is no more than an inch long, and there is no special coercion.

At this moment, countless sword qi phantoms were swimming around a center.

It looks chaotic, but if you carefully screen it, it has its own trajectory and does not affect each other.

"Could it be the essence of the Boundary's Arcana?"

Chen Ping gathered the soul silk and probed to the center.

I saw that in the center of the sword qi wrapping, there was a boxy, vague and distorted colorful thing. But in just half a breath, he suddenly flew backwards with a muffled snort.

It was as if driven away by an invisible force.

Shocked, he immediately closed his eyes and honestly removed his senses.

Unintentionally looking at An Hanyan's position, his face was stunned.

In the audience, only this woman turned a blind eye to his unbeatable ride.

Not only that, An Hanyan's two green onion white jade fingers were clamped into his arms.

He took out an ancient blue pill and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

The corners of Chen Ping's eyes twinkled, and he only hated himself for being under the command of a famous and decent family.

At the same time, after An Hanyan took that pill, his soul in the infancy stage of the Yuan Dynasty swelled instantly.

From the inside out, there is a sense of grace and luxury.

The next moment, the woman's soul suddenly dispersed.

It was actually divided into a whole thousand soul threads!

surpassed her god-transforming brother Wang Xu Jing in one fell swoop.

"One of the several holy pills that Dan Xing never sells to the outside world, and sure enough, Shizun has paved the way for his junior sister."

Wang Xujing smiled slightly, but in fact, he tasted it.

The Great Sage of Tianzhao taught dozens of disciples in his life, and he was just one of them.

The status of nature and pro-daughter cannot be compared.

", it's the top treatment from birth."

Chen Ping's heart fluctuated.

Then, with a movement of his consciousness, he commanded a wisp of soul silk to approach An Hanyan silently.

From the previous confident gamble between this woman and Xu Yinxuan, he was suspicious.

He wanted to see what other means the Great Sage of Tianzhao had prepared for the bloodline. Zutu space.

Stars of different sizes float in levitation.

Chen Ping was in the middle of it, and the place where he crossed his knees was a place where the touch was soft.

The biggest difference from the outside world is that the body is extremely light, as if it is shuttling through the ascension channel.

When the 20,000 strands of soul silk were distributed, the world in front of him began to change dramatically.

Those spinning stars turned into a sword qi illusion with different handles in an instant.

These sword qi postures are different, and they are very different from each other. The most exaggerated was like a Optimus Pillar, which exerted a terrifying feeling on Chen Ping's consciousness.

And the small sword qi is no more than an inch long, and there is no special coercion.

At this moment, countless sword qi phantoms were swimming around a center.

It looks chaotic, but if you carefully screen it, it has its own trajectory and does not affect each other.

"Could it be the essence of the Boundary's Arcana?"

Chen Ping gathered the soul silk and probed to the center.

I saw that in the center of the sword qi wrapping, there was a boxy, vague and distorted colorful thing. But in just half a breath, he suddenly flew backwards with a muffled snort.

It was as if driven away by an invisible force.

Shocked, he immediately closed his eyes and honestly removed his senses.

Then, Chen Ping did not hesitate, and his soul silk poured out, enveloping a piece of sword qi in various forms around him.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, there was a sound in his head like rain hitting plantains.

The soul threads fell into dozens of independent spaces at once!

When I looked at it, the picture feedback from my divine consciousness poured in like a torrent.

Here, most of the space is dark, all nothing.

There is only one space that blooms with all colors.

"The chance to condense the sword spirit!"

With the teachings of Kong Zhihua, Chen Ping knew that the dark space could be directly abandoned.

Then, without saying a word, he gathered his mind and entered the colorful world.

From this moment on, all his senses were useless.

There seemed to be some kind of magical power that pulled his consciousness into a special space without any ground, leaving only a shell outside.

At first glance, there is a dead silence in the colorful world.

But as soon as Chen Ping entered, it was like a spoonful of ice water poured into a boiling oil pot.

It was as if something had been unsealed.

"Huh!"

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Chen Ping hadn't made the next move, the scene in front of him changed again, and his consciousness was all rejected.

"Impossible, my kendo talent is no weaker than Kong Zhihua with the blessing of the mark of the stars of time, why don't you even give it a chance to try?"

After being stunned for a moment, Chen Ping's expression was instantly difficult to see.

It is true that the opportunity to condense the sword spirit is fleeting.

But it won't be so fast.

"Most likely, that kind of sword spirit is not suitable for me."

After savoring it, Chen Ping regained his confidence, and the dense volume of his soul swept quickly in Zutu.

Half a day later.

Chen Ping's color does not change, although what this will capture is a dark space without chance. The space is endless.

He still has a lot of opportunities.

So, Chen Ping got up suddenly, kept his distance from the cultivators, and walked into the depths alone. Divine consciousness swept through the pieces of sword qi.

After two days of nothing, he panicked a little.

Look into the distance.

Xin Yuanming, Xin Yuanhao, Wang Xujing, An Hanyan, and even several Yuanying juniors have entered a state of meditation.

Apparently they are all people who have gained.

"Very good, the qualifications of all the teachers and nephews are good."

When passing by Xin Yuanming and the others, Chen Ping nodded calmly.

Then, a beam of light pierced into the depths of Zutu as if it were crazy.

Although he himself did not have any hope for the four supreme sword spirits, the other dozen or so special sword spirits must be comprehended by one.

Otherwise, why did he attract the attention of the high-level of the sect and fully support him to survive the ninety-nine tribulation? Under the starry sky of sword qi.

—The figure of the Dao kept flickering.

Chen Ping himself didn't know how many pieces of sword qi he had swept through.

During this time, he discovered several deep spaces that were unlike any other.

Fiery and cold, mild and violent, bloodthirsty and frenzied!

But involuntarily being pulled close to a certain sword qi space.

It's all like the first time, a little contact, and then it was pushed out far away by an inexplicable force.

Again and again and again and again. But the more this is the case, the more Chen Ping is at ease.

The sword spirit ancestor can peek into the monk's kendo talent!

If it doesn't meet the standard, it will be forcibly teleported a long time ago.

There could never be a special circumstance for Jian Xiu to continue to stay.

Arms are like twenty monks who entered together.

At the moment, less than half is left.

The rest of them were all out of the eyes of the Ancestral Diagram and left this space early!

"In addition to the four great sword spirits, the most suitable special sword spirit for me is undoubtedly one of the two of Qihuo and Ziyang!" Chen Ping flashed this thought.

The sword spirit is the combination of the way of the sword and the way of the soul.

But that doesn't mean you're going to have to incorporate these two rules from now on.

Otherwise, geniuses simply won't be able to flock to it.

Some swords can transform into the Five Elements.

The arm is like a fire, and the fire path potential possessed by the two swords of Ziyang.

It is a perfect fit with Chen Ping!

And there are quite a few sword cultivators who have inherited these two kinds of sword spirits.

It stands to reason that it's not a mirror.

And just like that, another few days passed.

Chen Ping patiently manipulated the soul silk to survey one by one.

"It's coming!"

Finally, in an instant, after a wisp of soul silk sensed a burning meaning, a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Chen Ping's soul thoughts poured into a sword qi space like a tide.

Before entering, he deliberately glanced at the outside world.

At this time, in the entire ancestral map space, only Xin Yuanming, Xin Yuanhao, Wang Xujing, An Hanyan and him were left.

The most eye-catching is An Hanyan.

This woman's scattered soul threads have returned to their full form.

And it is beginning to change towards a pure iceberg shape!

"Special Sword Spirit!"

"But it doesn't seem to be one of the four great sword spirits, hehe, it looks like she has been fighting in the Supreme Immortal Sword Sect for thousands of years."

Chen Ping's last thought was fleeting.

An Hanyan is the true spiritual root.

It's not surprising to get a special kind of sword spirit inheritance. In an instant, he was completely cut off from the outside world.

The top of the Sacred Mountain.

The seven or eight elders and several famous Sword Sect disciples stared at the bluestone passage above.

Those who are qualified to enter the Holy Weapon Mountain are at least the status of disciples of the inner mountain.

Several true legends who were familiar with each other gathered together and were silent.

Suddenly, Elder Shi Xiayue on the side raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "In the ancestral picture, there are juniors who have condensed a special sword spirit. ”

As soon as these words were transmitted, the disciples all over the mountain immediately began to discuss in whispers.

The remaining five people in Zutu, Xin Yuanming, Xin Yuanhao, Wang Xujing, An Hanyan, and Chen Ping.

Everyone's kendo-talent is extraordinary.

I couldn't guess who it was.

"It's better to be alone than to be happy."

At this time, Meng Taining, the envoy of the Lingquan Immortal Palace, clasped his fist at Shi Xiayue and pleaded: "Shi Daoyou is quite connected with the treasure and can perceive it clearly, but we are here and itchy and uncomfortable. ”

With that, he looked at Xin Jingyang again.

"Senior Sister Shi, Meng Daoyou is a guest from afar, so you will temporarily remove the seal of the outside world of Zutu." Xin Jingyang said lightly.

"Respect the decree of Senior Brother."

While replying, Shi Xiayue squeezed her hands.

A string of mysterious runes shot into the air.

The next moment, with the two bluestone passages as the center, the space within a radius of 100 miles suddenly shook.

And after a flick of the brush, a starry sky map of sword qi was revealed.

The image seemed close at hand.

Even the monks at the foot of the mountain can see it clearly!

"Senior Sister An, it is Senior Sister An who inherits the special sword spirit!"

As soon as the scene in the ancestral diagram was revealed, the disciples of the Tianzhao Sword Sect let out an exhilarating cry. However, the side of the Immortal Sword Sect was silent.

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Above the skull, a thing hovers back and forth between a soul and a craggy iceberg.

"Ice Fairy Sword Spirit."

Witnessing this scene, Xin Jingyang's eyebrows raised slightly.

This is one of more than a dozen sword spirits that have been born, and it is not small.

The key is that the success of the special sword spirit comprehension means that this woman has mastered the rules of fusion in the Yuan Infant Realm!

"An Xiaoyou has the power of vitality, she plans to impact the ninety-nine in the future." Xin Jingyang thought to himself.

The sword spirit is the embodiment of the rules of fusion.

Not only inheriting the sword spirit, but not wanting to cross the ninety-nine tribulation, you have to pressure not to comprehend a special rule.

This was the case with his two disciples.

Ke'an Hanyan's identity is there.

With the support of a great sage who dominates the stars, it is not a life of nine deaths to survive a catastrophe.

"Haha, Meng can finally give an explanation to the giants in the palace and the predecessors of the Tianzhao Great Sage!" Montanine feigned relief.

He couldn't help but glance at Kong Zhihua.

"Meng has a meager friendship with several great sages, and she is not moved by such an identity?"

The corners of Montenen's mouth twitched.

Kong Zhihua is the white moonlight in his heart.

Even though he has married several Taoist couples, he still loves this woman.

"Master Chen's nephew has also entered the realm of meditation, and it seems that he has gained something."

Kong Zhihua completely ignored Meng Taining's hot gaze and only paid attention to Chen Ping's movements.

"The Ice Immortal Sword Spirit has settled down, Meng Daoyou should still consider how to return to the Great Sage of Tianzhao." Suddenly, Xu Yinxuan said coldly.

The gamble between him and An Hanyan is the four great swords.

This woman has already lost.

"If Xu Daoyou dares to keep Fairy An, Meng will naturally tell the truth."

Montenin said politely this time.

Xu Yinxuan has repeatedly provoked as the host, and he no longer wants to continue to endure it.

"The rules of sword cultivation are true, and the gamble between the Great Sage of Tianzhao and my great-grandfather back then was the same!"

With a cold snort, Xu Yinxuan said unhurriedly.

"Great Sage Venerable, how can Senior Brother Xu criticize it?"

Xin Jingyang frowned and reprimanded.

At this point, there was another silence on the top of the mountain.

A day later.

Two more people were forcibly passed out in Zutu.

It's actually Xin Yuanming and Xin Yuanhao!

"We have a bad teacher!"

The two brothers blamed themselves and felt guilty, and knelt down straight towards Xin Jingyang.

Both failed in the final stages of their fusion.

"It's a trivial matter, the qualifications of the sword spirit representative have nothing to do with the future realm!"

Waving his hand, Xin Jingyang responded with a light smile.

But the faces of the other sect elders were not very clear.

There are still three people in Zutuli. Wang Xujing, An Hanyan, and the new inner mountain disciple Chen Ping.

Among them, An Hanyan has almost completely absorbed the inheritance.

But Chen Ping's figure just sat with his eyes closed, without any reaction!

If the Tianzhao Sword Sect steals the limelight, with the temper of the sword cultivator, he will not be able to raise his head for at least a thousand years.

Soon, however, an even more demoralizing scene appeared.

Wang Xu Mirror from the Tianzhao Sword Sect actually began to condense his soul, and there was a vague trend of great changes.

"Senior Brother Wang is not a sword spirit root!"

"The Sword Spirit Ancestral Diagram is a supreme immortal holy weapon, but it has recognized two geniuses of our sect."

The disciples on the side of the Tianzhao Sword Sect cheered with joy on their faces.

"Megalomaniacal!"

Listening to the discussion of Tianzhao's disciples, Xu Yinxuan's eyes shrank and turned ruthless.

Shi Xiayue, Yan Kuang, Kong Zhihua and other elders were also gloomy as water, but there was no reason to stop them.

"Fortunately, this is not the Demon Sect!"

Montenen folded his hands in his sleeves and a faint smile on his face.

The two juniors of the Tianzhao Great Sage have great opportunities.

He also added a lot of points to that person's heart.

"Senior Sister Kong, the hope I am waiting for depends on the Chen boy you lead the entry."

Yan Kuang said with a wry smile.

"If he fails, he will be sentenced to fifty years of confinement! In addition, previous violations of the rules will also be reported to the Council of Elders for review. ”

Xu Yinxuan said sharply.

Although he didn't like this ascended monk, it was a matter of the face of the Sword Sect, and it was a matter of distinguishing which was more important.

"Master Chen's nephew can stay in Zutu so far, which proves that his kendo talent is not weak, I will wait and see." Xin Jingyang's ancient well has no waves.

Within the sword spirit ancestral figure.

At this moment, Chen Ping, who had just started, did not know that he had become the hope of the whole sect.

"The purple scorching sun fire, that must be the inheritance of the purple yang sword spirit!"

In the sword qi space, waves of fire several zhang high were set off, constantly hitting his soul.

As far as the eye could see, the scorching breath flourished, completely turning into a sea of purple fire.

The sea of fire was mixed with dense sword light.

Layer after layer devoured.

Chen Ping's soul is everywhere, conveying heart-wrenching pain.

Never-ending, constantly devouring his consciousness.

If it is destroyed at this time, it will not be lost.

But it means that he failed to inherit the Ziyang Sword Spirit!

"My kendo talent isn't good enough."

Tempered in it, Chen Ping sighed softly.

He could clearly tell that the offensive that caused him damage was actually the sword light hidden in the purple fire.

On the contrary, the erosion of flames and soul power is not worth mentioning at all.

"It's better to do the opposite."

With a clamp in his right eye, Chen Ping immediately began to act.

Under his mind, purple flames flickered around him.

Thunderous crackles roared incessantly.

After skillfully controlling fire and soul control, those sword lights that were integrated into the purple fire were slowly stripped out.

And gathered together, condensed and deformed.

Sure enough, without the blessing of the sword light, the pain of the soul disappeared.

Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Ping flew a little.

As soon as the soul opened its mouth and sucked it in, all the purple flames that separated the sword light poured into their mouths.

The next moment, layers of illusory purple fire sprung up from the divine soul.

It was scorching and burning, as if it had just stepped out of a volcano.

After inheriting half of it, Chen Ping's eyes calmly glanced at the sword light, and flew away without thinking.

The top of the Sacred Mountain.

The monks on both sides stared at Zutu with their own emotions.

The vision of the divine soul on the top of Wang Xu's lens has gradually become clear.

It's a twisted mass of white flying.

"Flying Dust Sword!"

"This sword spirit is known for its weird attacks, and after the inheritance, his strength in the entire refining stage should not be underestimated."

The Sword Sect elders talked to each other.

The soul turned into a sword, and Wang Xujing realized that a special sword spirit had become settled.

"Huh!"

"Senior Chen's nephew also has a change."

After a while, the spirit of the Sword Sect cultivators who had a depressed atmosphere lifted their spirits and looked at the sky in unison.

It turned out that unconsciously, a vision also appeared above Chen Ping's head.

A purple flame that meanders and flows.

At this time, the purple fire was constantly twisting, as if trying to transform into a sword.

"Ziyang Sword Spirit!"

Witnessing this scene, Kong Zhihua said happily. Chen Ping is also gifted in the fire path.

The Purple Sun Sword Spirit is especially suitable for him!

"Good!"

Yan Kuang laughed.

Fortunately, he took the lead and put this son into Zutu.

Otherwise, the face of the Sword Sect will be lost.

"Senior Sister Kong, are you ready to let him go through the Ninety-Nine Tribulation?"

At this time, Xin Jingyang asked with a slight frown.

"Oops, I almost forgot that this son still has death in his hands!"

Yan Kuang was startled, and his face sank.

After inheriting the sword spirit, Chen Ping immediately met all the conditions to trigger the Guiyi Tribulation!

"A lot of debt is not pressing."

Kong Zhi painted the mysterious and mysterious way.

This kid has fused the rules in the Nether, what does it have to do with her instigation?

"To the Immortal Sword Sect's new disciple Chen Ping, cross the ninety-nine return - tribulation."

On the side, Meng Taining was slightly stunned, and immediately recorded an important piece of information.

After reporting to the Lingquan Immortal Palace, there will be an informant to track Chen Ping's cultivation progress.

"When the Daoist friends of the outer sect leave, we will immediately gather the elders and assess the supply of resources." Xin Jingyang said lukewarmly.

Crossing the catastrophe without permission violates the rules of the sect, and will not receive help from the sect.

But if this kid meets the conditions in the Nether, then there is still room for maneuver.

And when the disciples of the Sword Sect who had calmed down heard that the new fellow who had comprehended the sword spirit was going to go through the catastrophe, they were either worried or admired one by one.

"Is it an individual who tries to overcome the most difficult calamity? It's a pity that the inheritance of the Ziyang Sword Spirit! ”

A sneer tugged at the corner of Xu Yinxuan's mouth.

He had the help of the sect and the faction at the beginning, but he almost fell.

This ascended monk wants to imitate, and he simply doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

At the same time, among the Zutu.

An Hanyan was the first to open her beautiful eyes.

As soon as his mind moved, an iceberg the size of a palm slowly swirled between his eyebrows, exuding the strange soul power that froze around him.

My physique is completely in line with the Ice Immortal Sword Spirit, and this first step is exactly what that Tianzhao guy expected. ”

With an inaudible whisper, An Hanyan ignored Wang Xujing and Chen Ping beside him, and slowly brushed up the fairy robe on his left arm.

"This woman deserves to be a true spiritual root, and her kendo talent is so strong!"

The outside world, watching every move in the ancestral picture, Elder Yan Kuang said appreciatively.

Once the Inheritance Sword Spirit is completed, it is usually passed out of the Arcana immediately.

Ke'an Hanyan's abnormality once again proves this woman's talent. Ke'an Hanyan's abnormality once again proves this woman's talent.

"What does she want?"

Xu Yinxuan, Xin Jingyang, Shi Xiayue, and even Meng Taining, who escorted this woman, were puzzled.

"The second step, the sword spirit of time!"

An Hanyan muttered, and a faint colorful streamer suddenly burst out on his fair-skinned left arm.

At first, the light was as dim as a firefly on a summer night, inconspicuous.

But in the next moment, the colorful streamer was like pouring down seawater.

The sky was overwhelming, and the starry sky of Zutu was diffused everywhere.

Everywhere he passed, the corners and gaps were covered with a layer of colorful halo with no substance.

This layer of halo that spreads in the body of Zi'an Hanyan has no killing effect.

But in the eyes of the monks in the outside world, it was as if they were being pulled by their breath, and their hearts couldn't help beating wildly.

A few people who have cultivated to the point of refining the void are just a few people.

You can also easily control yourself.

But those with low cultivation, including the juniors of the Tianzhao Sword Sect, seemed to have seen the immortals in the underworld.

Looking at An Hanyan's eyes, there was a spontaneous fear and respect.

"The Origin Power of the Stars!"

Several elders were well-informed, and their faces immediately changed drastically, as if they had thought of something.

"According to records, the last sage who inherited the sword spirit of time also obtained some origin power by chance!" Shi Xiayue said in a shocked tone.

"This woman intends to comprehend the second type of sword spirit, and she is also one of the four great sword spirits!"

Xu Yinxuan's expression sank, and he finally understood where An Hanyan's confidence was.

"But she has inherited a kind of sword spirit, and it is extremely difficult to fuse the second one with the power of the origin alone."

Xin Jingyang said word by word.

With the means of the Great Sage, he can indeed collect the power of the origin of the stars of time.

But that's a tedious process.

It is only for the sake of his beloved daughter that the Great Sage of Tianzhao is willing to waste thousands of years.

"The Tianzhao Sword Sect is prepared."

The elders looked at each other, and a trace of bad and bitter smiles floated in their hearts.

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Once she fuses the two sword spirits, is it possible that the statue of this woman will have to stand on the top of the holy weapon for future generations to admire?

At this moment, the attention of the monk Manshan was all focused on An Hanyan alone.

Chen Ping, who no one pays attention to anymore, has also entered a metamorphosis.

The Purple Fire Soul was completely under the boundless sword light.

Every impact of sword intent brought him intense pain.

But little by little, as time passed.

The soul silk he scattered gradually turned into a small sword with a crystal handle.

The soul silk he scattered gradually turned into a small sword with a crystal handle.

Strangely, his consciousness was not indistinguishable.

On the contrary, it is becoming more and more transparent.

I don't know how long the whole process lasted.

When the pain on his body became minimal, Chen Ping's heart spun suddenly.

It was actually teleported out of the sword qi space.

In the next moment, his mind moved slightly.

The soul villain turned into a soul silk with a 'bang'.

Then, it was reconstituted into a half-foot short sword surrounded by purple fire!

"Ziyang Sword Spirit!"

Chen Ping laughed loudly, holding his soul and dancing wildly.

"This senior brother is so interesting."

"My sword cultivation is true temperament!"

His carnival behavior made the eyes of the mountain colleagues shift slightly, and they laughed tacitly.

But Kong Zhihua and the other elders ignored it and stared at An Hanyan with a solemn face.

Without half a breath of excitement, Chen Ping, who was in Zutu, immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Up and down his body, as well as in all directions, in addition to a layer of hazy colorful light mist, where is there the shadow of the sword qi stars?

"It's her!"

With his eyes shrinking, Chen Ping locked onto An Hanyan not far away.

"Senior sister..."

At the same time, Wang Xujing's inheritance also ended, and a cloud of light and sand floated on his face.

The two male cultivators who had obtained a special sword spirit were not in the mood to compete with each other at all.

They all looked at An Hanyan from afar, and their hearts beat wildly.

"Click!"

After a while, I only heard a soft sound on Wang Xujing's side.

A deep black crack spawned and rolled towards him, swallowing it in.

The next moment, a dazed Wang Xu mirror appeared on the top of the mountain outside.

"Senior Nephew Chen is still in the ancestral map!"

"As far as I know, he's a Taiyi Spiritual Root Cultivator!"

"If it's not a sword spirit root, how can kendo talent be so strong?"

At this moment, even several elders were shocked.

asked Kong Zhihua, who also shook his head with a wry smile.

Although she had instructed Chen Ping, she never felt that this son's kendo talent was comparable to the true spiritual root.

"What's going on?"

In Zutu, Chen Pingqiang's calm void did not move.

In fact, he knew the reason in his heart!

At this moment, the gold beads in the dantian actually appeared on their own.

At this moment, the gold beads in the dantian actually appeared on their own.

At the same time, a key pattern emitting white light was printed on the surface.

It is the mark of the stars in the golden bead.

But in front of everyone's eyes, how could Chen Ping have the courage to enter the golden bead to check.

He's like a piece of driftwood in the sea right now.

You can only choose to go with the flow.

A whole stick of incense for a long time.

The brilliance released by An Hanyan's left arm continued.

That layer of colorful light actually flowed slowly along a trajectory.

Finally, it came to an abrupt end, condensing into a huge colorful key.

From one end of Zutu to the other.

It's just that it avoids the boxy place in the center, which is suspected to be the colorful place where the treasure body is located.

"This kind of vision is by no means the power of the source!" Xin Jingyang, Shi Xiayue, Xu Yinxuan, Elder Yan and others looked confused.

It's not that there is no record of the birth of the sword spirit in the sect.

The scene was far less vast than this one.

"Little Yuan Infant Female Cultivator, pretending to be a ghost!"

As the only person in Zutu, Chen Ping gritted his teeth in his heart.

By now, anyone understands that An Hanyan is inheriting a great opportunity.

"Senior Machine Spirit, ask for instructions!"

He couldn't help but separate the soul thread and carefully convey his thoughts.

But there was silence all around, and there was no response.

Chen Ping had no choice but to endure his emotions and wait for the changes.

An Hanyan's identity is not trivial.

Without the clear support of the machine spirit or the Great Sage, he didn't dare to do anything at all.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, at the moment when Chen Ping didn't have time to think about it, the huge colorful key fell down fiercely.

It was as if it had descended from an endless starry sky, compressing the stacks of space into a line.

And An Hanyan was unharmed.

Not only that, but I saw that her body was light and floating, and she didn't fall into the colorful key!

"Come with you and you'll die.

"And you can't get into the space of time."

An Hanyan took the initiative to talk to Chen Ping.

Then, her whole person was illusory and disappeared.

"I don't want to!"

Chen Ping smiled bitterly.

I saw that his body was also suspended from the ground, and he involuntarily floated towards the colorful key.

Inside the dantian, the same key seal flashed one after another, making it impossible to resist.

This was the first time he had felt the power of the golden bead with great clarity!

He is like a grass under a huge mountain, Miao is extremely small.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Chen Ping followed An Hanyan and merged into the huge colorful key.

Dark, chaotic, cold, mysterious! The oncoming senses made Chen Ping feel excited.

This kind of blackness is not in the world.

It seems to be mixed with the extreme of emptiness and nothingness, which makes people feel deeply suffocated.

He couldn't even see clearly, he couldn't feel where his body was!

The chaos that enters the eye is everything in perception.

After a flash of horror, Chen Ping was very familiar with this situation.

Where did his innate sword heart come from?

Isn't it the birth process of the innate sword reproduced in the golden bead!

During that time, he was attached to a wisp of air, and I don't know how many thousands of years he had passed.

After the return of consciousness, the sense of detachment from reality almost drove him crazy!

"Why is the time space in An Hanyan's mouth exactly the same as the scene where the Innate Sword breaks through the chaos?"

At this time, Chen Ping was full of doubts in his heart.

The endless chaos of nothingness made him lose his direction and lose his judgment.

Little by little, he groped his way in the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a burst of warmth from his outstretched hands.

Chen Ping subconsciously pinched it, and he immediately knew what was in front of him.

"Junior, how did you follow the time space!"

An Hanyan's voice sounded at the same time, with a hint of evil in the coldness.

"Junior?"

Hearing this cold words, Chen Ping was suddenly taken aback.

But then his face was hard to look at.

You know, he's a god body cultivator!

If you grab it casually, how can the other party's infant be spared?

But An Hanyan's chest is still soft and tough.

"This girl won't be possessed by her great sage father, will she?"

Thinking like this, Chen Ping was naturally shocked, and fled into the darkness without looking back.