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Jun Qianlei looked at the young man in green shirt in front of him, and a smile bloomed on his face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Mo Yun, it's a good job! Although the Seven Evil Swords are only low-grade spirit soldiers, they are rare high-quality products, your luck is good!"

Hearing this, he smiled slightly. He was also very satisfied with the Seven Evil Swords.

"Now that you've obtained your own sword, don't waste any more time!, follow me!" Jun Qianlei said, his body falling from the stone platform and walking forward. Each step spans a distance of several feet.

Mo Yun's heart stirred. Because, he is about to go to the Five Veins Xuantian Secret Realm!

Out of the Hall of Elders, Jun Qianlei took Mo Yun and walked towards the Qianzhang Lonely Peak in the distance. Following behind the ancestor, he was deeply shocked. The ancestor seemed to be strolling leisurely, but his footsteps seemed to be slow, and with his sword master cultivation, he actually had to trot all the way to keep up.

At the foot of the lonely peak, a ten-zhang high boulder stands, the dark cyan boulder is cut off by a sword, and the word forbidden land is engraved on the smooth plane. These two words, each of which has two zhang, are unconcealed by their majestic momentum, and they are unbridled and unrestrained.

A pressure was generated out of thin air, and Mo Yun had to run the sword true force to resist.

Jun Qianlei's footsteps paused slightly, and a majestic voice came into his ears: "Don't resist, this is the legacy of the legendary master!"

Hearing this, he hurriedly stopped the power in his body, but he was still hit by an invisible huge force, and he stepped back several steps!

His face was slightly pale, and he said with palpitations: "Such a powerful force, just a sword intent, I can't bear it." If the deity is here......"

Old Ancestor turned around, looked at him, waved his hand and said indifferently: "The strength of the legendary powerhouse is beyond our guess! In front of them, even if it is a top-level master Sword Sect, it is just a stronger ant. “

Mo Yun's eyes were blazing, and he once again gave birth to an infinite yearning for that legendary realm.

Old Ancestor nodded slightly in praise and said, "Follow me!"

Following the ancestor, the two of them crawled up the rugged path. On both sides of the path, all kinds of spirit grasses exude an attractive aroma. Take a deep breath and feel refreshed.

In a cave, a far-reaching and majestic momentum emanated from afar, shocking the entire lonely peak. The cold and arrogant figure sat cross-legged on the ground, the phantom of the ancient sword above his head flickered with brilliance, and the cold aura continued to be revealed, as if he had not seen the ancestor in front of him. He is the ancestor in charge of the forbidden land, and his strength is no longer under the army of thousands of thunders.

Jun Qianlei stood still and said, "I'll bring Mo Yun here and open the secret realm!"

The arrogant old man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and he fell on Mo Yun, glancing coldly. His facial expression changed, his eyes flashed with surprise, his essence flashed, and he asked coldly, "Could it be the asset of the spirit body?"

"That's good!" replied Jun Qianlei, looking proud.

"Hmph~!, a spirit body, do you want to hide it from me?" the old man frowned, and the atmosphere condensed. Seeing the opportunity, Mo Yun hurriedly took a few steps forward, bent down and saluted, and said respectfully: "Disciple Mo Yun, I have seen the ancestor!"

The old man didn't answer, but instead looked at Jun Qianlei, and said indifferently: "What, are you going to blackmail me again?" Jun Qianlei, your courage is getting bigger and bigger!"

The old man had no scruples and called him by his first name.

"Haha~!That's natural, although you are a half-step Sword Sect, I am not afraid of you!" Jun Qianlei's face remained unchanged, but his tone was very tough. He has thousands of thunders, and he is already domineering, and Mo Yun is the asset of the spirit body, so he can take a look at it and favor it, otherwise......

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense, let Mo Yun in!"

"The old man acts, and you don't need to tell him!" The old man's face turned cold, and his momentum exploded instantly. The surging momentum enveloped him, and Mo Yun suddenly fell into the ice cellar, his body trembling violently.

His expression was solemn, his heart moved, and the consciousness that belonged to the strong man slowly woke up, and the nameless breath rose, faintly confronting the momentum of the old man. Unafraid in his heart, he suddenly took a step, and his momentum changed again. Blindly defending is not his style, only constant offense is what he desires.

Taking this step, his arrogant momentum immediately burst out, like a pillar of smoke, straight into the sky. The sharp aura of red gold is also presented, sharp, indifferent, and arrogant.

His expression was hideous, his eyes flashed with madness, and he took another step in desperation.

The old man's face changed, and then his anger surged, but he just snorted coldly and raised his aura again. In his opinion, Mo Yun was just a sixth-order sword master, and no matter how he was, he couldn't resist his breath.

The body shook, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

The old man knew that it was not good, so he instantly restrained his breath, and said coldly: "Little guy, not bad! If you can compete with my breath, in the past hundred years of Sword Xuanzong, you are the second!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw out a jade bottle.

"This is a top-grade spirit pill, the Seven Veins are all through the Pill! Devouring and refining will help you a lot!"

Mo Yun was ecstatic in his heart, and said in his mouth: "The elder dare not resign, thank you for the generous gift of the ancestor!"

From birth to the present, it was the first time he had seen a spirit-grade elixir. In the Sword Luo Continent, the preciousness of the elixir is definitely not lower than that of a sword weapon of the same grade.

Jun Qianlei was also secretly shocked, but said with a smile: "It's rare for senior brother to bleed, you don't have to be too shocked, the high-grade elixir is very scarce!"

"That's nature!" the old man's expression was extremely proud, "In the Sword Xuan Sect, in terms of the attainment of refining pills, except for the master and uncle, who is still my opponent......!"

"Jun Qianlei, you don't want to stay out of the matter! isn't your long-cherished Hellfire Pill ......?" the old man smiled rarely, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"It's rare that you're so generous, Senior Brother, and I don't hide it! If the pill you took out was too bad, wouldn't it make Senior Brother laugh. Look at it, this is the Hellfire Pill, if it is fake!" Jun Qianlei's face remained unchanged, as if he had been prepared, he took out a jade bottle from the acceptance ring and handed it to Mo Yun.

The latter took it without hesitation, put the two jade bottles into the ring, and then said to the ancestor: "Thank you ancestor!"

The old man's eyes flashed, and he stroked his palms and laughed: "Haha, rare...... Rare...... It's rare to ......! Jun Qianlei, you also have a time to be willing!"

"Mo Yun is a spirit body's asset, why not give him the elixir?" Jun Qianlei asked rhetorically. He stood in place, restraining his aura, only the majesty and domineering were still revealed.

"Hehe~!" the old man laughed dryly and replied, "I'm going to open the ban, Mo boy, get ready, remember that you only have three months." When the time comes, it will be teleported immediately!"

"Disciple remembered!" Mo Yun replied, faintly expecting it in his heart.

The old man restrained the smile on his face, and a jade slip appeared in his hand. The rich sword spiritual power was infused, urging the jade slip. The jade slip shone brightly, shooting out a dazzling silver-white light that fell on the stone wall inside. On that stone wall, there are many runes engraved, densely packed, and a mysterious aura spreads.

After the power of the jade slip irradiated, these runes came to life one after another. They bloomed in different colors, moving in a supernatural trajectory on the stone wall, increasing faster and faster, until they joined together to form a huge ring with a shimmering hazy halo.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, the way of the sword is unintentional, and it is sick!" the old man shouted suddenly, raised his right hand, and threw the jade slip out. The jade slip stopped a few feet ahead, floating up and down, and the light became more and more shining. The hands continued to condense one after another into a complex handprint, punching into the jade slip above.

"Five-vein Xuantian Secret Realm, open!" Yu Jian shook suddenly, releasing a dazzling green light, projecting on the ring, and finally falling down with a snap.

Within the ring, a slowly rotating vortex was formed, and the mysterious portal slowly opened.

"If you don't enter now, when will you wait!" the old man shouted at Mo Yun. After the mudra, the breath of the whole body is sluggish and almost imperceptible. Who would have imagined that the dignified half-step Sword Sect would be so weak.

Mo Yun saluted the old man, then jumped towards the portal, jumped into the ring, and disappeared in an instant.

The old man suddenly spurted blood from his mouth, and there was a faint aroma permeating the air. Blood splattered to the ground, revealing a hint of gold. This is the essence blood in Jian Xiu's heart, and every drop is precious. His breath was so disordered that he couldn't even control his strength, and the stone platform under his seat turned into powder.

Jun Qianlei said in a low voice: "Thank you, senior brother!" He looked solemn and spoke sincerely.

The old man waved his hand impatiently and said, "It's just a mouthful of essence blood, and the old man can afford it!" He took out a pill, threw it into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and then began to refine it.

"Get out~!" the old man closed his eyes and snorted coldly.

Jun Qianlei's eyes showed a deep sadness, bowed deeply to the old man, and then slowly left. When he walked away, the old man opened his eyes again, the essence flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "If it weren't for this pleasing sight, the old man would have opened the secret realm...... The spirit body was born, this is the arrangement of fate! My Sword Xuanzong will rise again!"

"Okay~!" the old man spat out a word again, and in the forbidden place, he slowly fell silent.

A sense of weightlessness came, and Mo Yun felt that he was constantly falling. He opened his eyes and found that he was in the air, and the aura around him was whistling, showing a misty color.

Seeing the ground getting closer and closer, he kept adjusting his body, and finally hit the ground with a bang, and the ground cracked layer by layer. He slowly straightened up and began to survey his surroundings.

Here, it is the Five Veins Xuantian Secret Realm!

In front of him, there are almost endless plains, there are ancient trees towering to the sky, in the distance, the shadow of a huge mountain looms, the power of the rich earth attribute is diffused, behind him, a turbulent river, the damp water vapor is coming, and overhead, a cloud is drifting overhead.

Vaguely, Mo Yun realized: The Five Veins Xuantian Secret Realm is the true essence of the Sword Xuantian Sect! In this space, there is an extremely rich aura of various attributes, and whoever enters here will be deeply shocked.

One day of cultivation here is at least equivalent to five days of cultivation outside. Moreover, absorbing the aura with attributes is also very beneficial to the comprehension of the power of attributes.

He breathed greedily, feeling the slightest trace of aura being absorbed into his body, and then refining, transforming it into his own power, and a deep joy rose in his heart.

"It's a pity, it's only three months!" Mo Yun sighed, his face full of regret.

He was in no hurry to cultivate. His interest in this space was obviously greater than his boring cultivation. Gazing at the shadows of the mountains in the distance, I decided to find out.

His figure was as agile as a cheetah, speeding through the dense forest, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

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