After fully recovering from his self-cultivation, Lin Zixuan felt that his body was full of strength, and the pure spiritual power devoured by the spirit spell from the eight directions of heaven and earth was fed back to him without reservation, causing his realm to break through again and enter the middle stage of the eightfold blood spirit realm.

At this moment, Lin Zixuan felt unprecedentedly powerful, that layer of separation was like a watershed, if the Blood Spirit Realm Seven Folds was compared to a baby, then now he was an adult man who stood up to the sky.

The red-haired young man was radiant and high-eyed, and the bright starlight reflected from the galaxy, intertwining into an illusory portal in front of him, and his figure flashed into it and disappeared.

At the same time, the gray-robed old man in the enclosed space had extremely vicious eyes, like biting snakes and scorpions, extremely cold.

"Damn it, the old man's thousand-year-old Origin Dao Sword has been destroyed by you, and the old man swears not to share the sky with you!!" The old man scolded viciously.

"So how are you going to go? Do you want me to apologize to you? The voice was very abrupt, echoing faintly in the old man's ears, causing him to tremble and panic.

But soon that panic dissipated, and was replaced by a calm and calm, even if the sky fell into my self-immovable detached demeanor, "Nameless rat, what kind of ability is it to hide?" They are all enlightened friends, could it be that you are naturally good at doing things that cannot be seen? The gray-robed old man said sarcastically, and at the same time he had some heart palpitations, afraid that he would sneak up on him from behind.

"Really? Do you think this seat can't see through your little tricks? A huge crack was suddenly torn around the gray-robed old man, and the red-haired young man stepped out of it, covered by the terrifying aura, making this space dull and depressing, and the aura suddenly solidified, standing still.

The gray-robed old man's pupils contracted suddenly, and the seal that had trapped him for nearly a thousand years was actually broken, how could he not be shocked?

"That'...... That's the Ten Thousand Sources Absolute Array set up by the Phantom Lord himself, how did you crack it? His voice trembled, but at the same time there was a strong excitement, which was the longing for the outside world after enduring a thousand years of loneliness.

The old man's eyes were burning, and he even ignored the presence of the red-haired youth, rising from the ground, like a long rainbow, straight into the gap behind it.

"Want to go? This seat is unwilling. The red-haired young man pointed out, causing the void crack to close in an instant, intact, as if it had never appeared.

"What do you mean?" Changhong followed the shadow, and under the release of thousands of wisps of sword qi, the center of the sword path storm condensed into the figure of the old man again, and the terrifying sword intent raged in the space, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"Who is your fellow Daoist? A brazen person like you makes this seat feel disgusted even when he speaks. The red-haired young man's eyes showed disdain, the eyes of the master looking at the slave.

The gray-robed old man's face was pale, and a small purple sword appeared in his hand, and he spit out nine mouthfuls of blood in a row, and the small sword soaked in blood became extremely strange, and dark red veins appeared out of thin air on the sword body, like fast-growing hair, crawling all over the sword body.

The small purple sword roared, emanating a terrifying edge from its body, seemingly invincible, able to break through all the defenses of the world.

The gray-robed old man stared, how could an old monster like him, who had lived for thousands of years, have no hole cards and no back hand? Moreover, the precipitation of thousands of years has made him scheming, and while he is tempting with words, he has set up traps step by step to induce him into the pit.

This timing, this position, is the best distance that he has carefully thought out and converted countless times in his mind, and even in this position, even if the opponent is one level higher than him, he can't dodge.

The sword came out, and the cold light flashed, piercing through the void, breaking through the resistance, and descending on the red-haired youth's eyebrows.

At this moment, even he felt moved, and a touch of solemnity appeared in the arrogant face of the only one in heaven and on earth.

But soon it was fleeting, I saw his five fingers together into a palm, and waved forward, under that wave, there was no wind and waves, no strength, and not even a wisp of aura fluttered, but it made the gray-robed old man terrified, like death coming.

The suspended purple sword trembled, and it never stabbed down, as if it had encountered unpredictable resistance, and what was even more bizarre was that a dazzling white light emerged from the sword's body, and under the wrapping of that bright light, the small sword actually flew back to the old man according to its previous trajectory.

"Time goes back and fluctuates?! This is the rule of time!! The gray-robed old man's breath became short, and his gaze suddenly froze.

The red-haired young man smiled evilly, and then, his figure flashed, and then appeared in front of the old man, and he pointed at the center of his eyebrows, causing a drop of blood to overflow from the center of his eyebrows, and then turned into a red and demonic mandala flower mark.

The old man's eyes were blank, his body moved like a marionette, and if he knew that he had provoked a monk who had both the principles of space and time, he would have laughed at how stupid he was!

At the same time, at the moment when the gray-robed old man was controlled, the sword cultivator sitting on the nine stone platforms in the outside world suddenly opened his eyes, his face was cloudy, and his cultivation was forcibly interrupted, which would also have some impact on the foundation.

But Lin Yige, who was sitting in the center, did not feel this way, he exhaled lightly, and his face improved, which was a feeling of happiness for the rest of his life.

In Lin Zixuan's sea of knowledge, the old man and the big-headed baby started endless disputes, but in the end they all ended with the old man compromising, and this time was no exception.

"Old man, keep your eyes open and see if what the master said is wrong!" The big-headed baby snorted coldly, very unconvinced.

Lin Zixuan seemed to have long been accustomed to it, he turned his face to the side, on the other side of the starry sky, there was a light and shadow flying quickly, he looked at it for a while, and then his face changed slightly.

This change was not because of the return of the red-haired youth, but the gray-robed old man behind him who exuded monstrous sword intent, after thinking about it for a while, he guessed the identity of that person, with such a terrifying kendo attainment, there was only that kendo sage in this Wanyuan Sword Mountain!

The red-haired young man looked at Lin Zixuan, who also looked at him.

"This seat is a man of his word, and he promises you that nothing will be less." The red-haired young man's voice was faint, and in an instant, his face showed majesty, "Sword slave." ″

The gray-robed old man arched his hand forward, leaned down and bowed his head, waiting for his next order.

"Pass on your kendo to him!"

There was a trace of hesitation in the eyes of the gray-robed old man, and then it disappeared, and then, he looked at Lin Zixuan's delicate face, and was full of emotion, the kid who originally took it by himself really became his inheritor.

On the other side, the big-headed baby raised his lips, seemed to be a little proud, and said with a smile: "Old man, I'm right!"

"Release your sword spirit, and the old man will imprint his life's supernatural perception!" The gray-robed old man said lightly, full of melancholy.

A touch of excitement appeared in Lin Zixuan's eyes, this would be the first Enlightenment Inheritance he had obtained in this life!