Tianzhu Peak.

The peak is cloudy and mist, and there is a vast expanse.

Ling Tian, who was in the clouds and mist, had no time to take care of this fairyland-like scenery at this time. The body and mind are immersed in the sea of knowledge, feeling the soul imprint left by the illusory old guy.

At a certain moment, the corners of his mouth pulled a trace of arc, and his closed eyes opened slowly.

"I see!"

Ling Tian smiled. No one knew what Ling Tian meant by this, only he understood it.

"Young Master, you're good!" Sensing Ling Tian's actions and feeling the joy in his emotions, the dusty old ghost hurriedly curry favor like a roundworm in Ling Tian's stomach.

"You're just in time!Tell me, how can 'Nian' advance?" Revealing a hint of warmth, Ling Tian spoke.

"Isn't there a Pure Lotus Space in the Sea of Consciousness, your 'Buddha Demon Transformation' is derived from it, if you find a way to get the Void Sword inside, constantly meditate and comprehend the sword qi of Tianzhu Peak, and let the Pure Lotus Demon Sky absorb the qi in the dantian, then the Void Sword can be promoted!"

The old ghost in the dust has a flattering face.

"Your Moon Yin Sword can also get some benefits from it, right?" Listening to the words of the dusty old ghost, Ling Tian's voice turned cold in vain.

Silent as a cicada, the dusty old ghost was startled.

He did mean this, but he was just thinking about collecting Ling Tian's wasted Qi Yun.

"That's right!" if there had been an entity, he would have wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Ling Tian was too terrifying to hide anything from him.

didn't dare to hide anything, and the old ghost honestly said his thoughts.

"Okay, I know, as long as you are safe, I won't treat you badly!" After the cold voice, Ling Tian did not speak again.

Stand up. Ling Tianjing paced himself on the top of the mountain.

After careful consideration, he discovered that this peak was not naturally formed, but was destroyed by a powerful force, and it was flattened by Qiqi.

I couldn't help but show a trace of awe for the person who wielded the sword. What a sword power this is, and it has supreme power with a single sword.

Sigh with emotion. Ling Tian respectfully bowed to the open space.

His heart moved at will, and the 'thought' instantly flashed out from the depths of his eyebrows and the sea of knowledge, slowly condensed, and turned into a bright sword, which was pinched in the palm of his hand.

Although Grimace is cautious, it is also true. However, Ling Tian had another plan of his own, that is, to follow the sword qi on the top of this mountain. Dance the road to your heart's content.

The supreme sword power here, dancing the 'Nian' in his hand, Ling Tian found that where the 'Nian' passed by with the wind, there would be a sound of 'groaning'.

He was not very familiar with the sword Ling Tian, and what he had been exposed to a lot was just the sword light condensed by the power of 'emotion'.

The transformed sword ray, although it was an inch long, was still incomparable to the real sword qi here, a difference of 108,000 miles.

In between. One is formed by the condensation of qi rhyme, and the other is the true sword intent condensed by the sword qi of the sword itself.

The figure flickered. Ling Tian took out the wat wine that Lin Ruoxi had given him when he left, and waved his sword, like a drunkard.

I can't get into the state for a long time.

However, the phantom at the center of his eyebrows that was sealed in the ancient sword, looking at Ling Tian's posture, he really wanted to kick him off this peak.

There was no way, he woke up and just watched this scene.

And he had the heart to say something. But he couldn't communicate with Ling Tian, only the faint breath could be perceived.

He was so angry that he jumped to his feet and scolded, and finally went straight to sleep, out of sight and out of mind. Let Ling Tian toss around.

After drinking a jar of wat wine, Ling Tian threw the jar aside. And he did not believe evil. I couldn't even touch the doorway.

Dancing and messing around.

Half an hour later, Ling Tian gave up.

Put away the 'thought', honestly close your eyes cross-legged, and enter a state of meditation. With his meditative experience, it didn't take long for Ling Tian to enter the state.

Rumble!

In the scene where Zhihai was conjured, the sword flashed.

After the sword, a fluttering figure floated in.

Ling Tian's body and mind shook, although he felt that he couldn't understand, he also tried to immerse himself in it.

Because he didn't enter the change of the scene, the fluttering figure of the clothes, he couldn't see whether it was a man or a woman at all, only the smart dancing posture implied a change in the sword shadow of one move and one style.

Every time he dances in the air, a lotus flower will step out of his feet, and then the sword overflows, and wherever he passes, the lotus flower transformed by the sword blooms one after another.

As the dancing body rose and fell, Ling Tian's mind unconsciously saw the dancing figure, which was the figure of a wonderful woman.

With the veil and observing the veil carefully, Ling Tian met the woman's eyes at a certain moment, and a sword light pierced directly from the woman's eyes.

Feeling the softness of the sword, Ling Tian seemed to be swayed by the woman's emotions.

The whole body and mind are no longer so confused, but staring blankly at the melody of the dancing body of the wonderful man.

The woman continued to dance the sword, and when she swung her hand forward, she turned the hilt of the sword with her wrist, and the sword slowly turned.

Gradually, with the lotus flower stepping out of his feet, the sword turned faster and faster, and the lotus petals that bloomed also rolled up.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance in the air.

Immediately, among the flying lotus, some butterflies flew towards her, dancing with her wonderful figure.

She seems to be smiling lightly under the veil, and her dancing posture is slim, like a lotus flower blooming after the rain.

With a slight touch of the toes, the perfect turn, the light gauze plain white clothes, like a circle of ripples in the water, rippled.

As the waves spread, the sleeves of his shirt shallow in the void, as if they were about to tear away the clouds in the sky.

The cascading group of tails swayed backwards with a slight swaying posture, and everything seemed to have lost the ability to think at this moment.

Who knew that her Suqun was quietly raised again, not by the wind, but by the steps of the lotus, especially by the wind.

Every action of hers does not bring people suffocation and oppression, but a shock that penetrates the bottom of her heart.

Graceful, shallow, and suddenly, the movements changed dramatically.

The sword in Miaoman's posture jade hand, with the gently rotating left hand swaying, was as fast as lightning, extremely fast.

There were a little bit of sword light in between, and the sword seemed to merge with her, even the lotus flower under her feet turned into a stack of ghosts.

In the middle of the moment, the sword in his hand was drawn in a seemingly graceful arc, and the figure of the woman Miaoman retreated with the sword.

But at the moment when he landed on the ground, the sleeves of his fluttering clothes were thrown out, and he brushed away around the lotus flower flowing by the sword.

Just for a moment, the woman's eyes under the veil seemed to be looming, looking in a certain direction, and the whole Miaoman's agile body fell together with the blooming lotus.

It seems to have a sense of refined study of a sword flying immortal.

The lotus flowers that converged instantly gathered on the woman's left hand. Looking at the white light curtain, the woman's light body stepped into the air.

The figure is as quiet as a lotus seed, but in fact, the body has already stepped out of more than 100 zhang high, and the sword in his hand is condensed.

Paddle towards a mountain that reaches into the sky in front of your eyes.

Ling Tian, who was immersed in it, didn't know why. It's just that, after a few breaths, the peaks that reach into the sky are all broken off in unison.

Looking at the severed peak, Ling Tian was speechless in shock for a long time.

At the moment when he was stunned, a certain sword light at the peak of the mountain turned into a lotus flower, flying directly towards the center of his eyebrows.

In an instant, Ling Tian's figure appeared on the top of the Heavenly Pillar Peak.

He whispered softly: "The lotus leaf is biased, it seems to have a sky, a sword flying immortals!" (To be continued.) )