When the people were gone, Wen Yi couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, "Poof." ”

The realm gap was too big, and she put her hands around Shen Yu's neck and urged, "Did you sense the fragments?" Hurry up, if you don't feel it again, I'll die. ”

When the Yuan Infant Realm powerhouse made a move, Shen Yu suddenly felt a tingling pain in his head, and the broken memories burrowed into his mind like snowflakes, and his brain went blank.

In just a moment, Wen Yi had already received a palm.

"I'm sorry." The girl in her arms turned pale, and red blood streaked across the corners of her mouth, staining the placket of her chest red.

It was a dazzling red.

"Ahem." There was a sharp pain in his chest, and Wen Yi felt as if his ribs were broken, "Don't apologize, I'm not your responsibility." ”

She didn't expect Shen Yu to help, she had to rely on herself for everything.

At the critical moment, Shen Yu was already very grateful for being able to pull a thermometer.

That group of people was not only because of the Qianyuan Sword fragment, but also because of the 'Lingyuan Venerable'.

By the time she figured out what to do with that thing, she was going to have to poke the broken book to shreds and burn it to ashes.

Shen Yu's heart was a little blocked.

Wen Yi can put his heart into Fu Yu, look at Gu Yanting with admiration, and shake his face at Jiang Huaiyu, understand what Fu Yun did, but he is not salty or indifferent to himself.

Obviously, their relationship is more intimate.

It is true that at first, the two competed against each other, and now they are acquainted, but Shen Yu feels that their relationship still seems to be so strange.

Wen Yi raised her eyes, her eyes as black as ink met Shen Yu's eyes as bright as stars, and she chuckled in her heart.

The gaze is fierce.

This...... Shen Yu was strange after entering the relics of the Divine War, he wouldn't want to do it to himself.

"We've got to find a place to hide." Being held, Wen Yi was not very good at taking out the white jade Chiyang Pill from the storage bag to heal her injuries, she pushed Shen Yu, "Don't be in a daze." ”

Maybe it's because of his high cultivation, or maybe it's because he is used to being surrounded by blood, and the blood-colored fog that permeates the strange ruins can't cover Shen Yu's eyes.

He flew to the deep overflow cave with the thermometer in his arms.

The palm condensed the murderous aura intertwined with black and red, and when Shen Yu raised his hand, the ghost living in the cave let out a terrible scream, and the entire cave was empty in an instant.

He gently put down the thermometer, and suddenly heard a familiar voice:

"His Royal Highness the Prince."

It's submerged.

Shen Yu frowned, "You are here to breathe, I have something to go out for." ”

"Okay." Wen Yi was in a cold sweat in pain, she was busy taking the White Jade Chiyang Pill, took out the talisman in the storage bag and made a talisman array, and sat in the middle of the formation by herself, and then luckily Xiao Zhoutian, breathing and breathing, pranayama and cultivation.

The Ruthless Killing Sword has sword moves and sword tricks.

Wen Yi practiced a total of two sets of heart formulas.

One set is the secret of the heart of the Affectionate Dao, even if she turns to the Ruthless Dao, she will not lose this ability to save her life.

The other set is the supreme immortal heart decision, killing to stop killing, and violence to stop violence.

The relics of the Divine War are full of spiritual power, and the monsters here are much more fierce than those outside Qingzhou City.

A faint aura lingered around Wen Yi, and her fingertips overflowed with a faint silver glow, which seemed to breathe, sometimes bright, sometimes weak, illuminating the dark cave.

Wen Yi summoned the spiritual power of the whole body, little by little, let it wander around the limbs and hundreds of remains, and finally slowly converged at the dantian.

Through internal vision, Wen Yi saw that there was a silver ray the size of a soybean faintly in the dantian, and the silver light flickered, consistent with his own breathing.

Her current cultivation is in the middle stage of the Foundation Building Realm, and that soybean-sized thing is the primordial source of condensing the Golden Pill.

If there is no primordial source, it is impossible to condense the golden pill.

The primordial source generally appears at the peak of the foundation building realm, and if the qualifications and roots are good, it can be condensed and formed in the middle stage, and when it is in the later stage of the foundation building realm, it will absorb the aura of heaven and earth, grow into the size of a plum, and become a complete golden pill.

"Huh?"

Wen Yi was surprised to find that there was a faint pink soybean behind the silver root.

She was stunned: "The first source of the golden pill with affection!" ”

Seeing the familiar Jindan Chuyuan, Wen Yi only felt as if he was in a different world.

In the previous life, she condensed the primordial source when she was at the beginning of the foundation realm.

Although this life was a little late, it condensed two golden pill primordial sources, which surprised and delighted her.

Closing his eyes, Wen Yi unfolded his hands to hook up the aura of heaven and earth, and the ruthless killing sword move appeared in his mind.

There are five types of merciless killing swords.

The first style: forging the body to practice the sword, the unity of the human sword, this is the entry style.

The monk wields a sword 3,000 a day, and he can achieve the ability to forge his body and practice the sword for ten years, but he can't condense the murderous aura, nor can he experience life and death.

The Ruthless Killing Sword is a sword move to survive in the death, and most sword cultivators are extremely poor in their lifetime, unable to achieve the unity of human and sword.

This is the reason why the ruthless killing sword is easy to learn sword moves and difficult to get started.

No one will keep dying to practice swords, Wen Yi is an exception.

The second form: self-indulgence.

Sword cultivation puts aside the dependence on the sword, tempers the sword intent with the heart, and the heart moves at will to split the mountain and chisel the stone, the power is endless, the sword is in the palm of the hand, just like a person in the palm of the hand, the body is controlled freely, and it can lead ten thousand swords to return to the sect.

The third form: search up and down.

Sword cultivation encountered a bottleneck, and it was difficult to break through and he was at a loss.

The hands of those who cultivated the Ruthless Killing Sword were full of blood, and the killing aura was very heavy.

If you can't control the desire to kill in your heart, it is very easy to give birth to demons here.

Kill relatives and friends, kill peddlers and pawns, kill all the people you can't get used to, fall into the devil's way, and become a crooked evil way for the victim.

The fourth style: soaring.

People who constantly break through themselves, the sword points to the sky.

Soaring up to 90,000 miles, catching the sun and the moon, and peeking into the sky.

Kill to kill, stop violence with violence, soar up, and move forward.

The fifth style: back to the basics, dead wood in spring.

The ruthless killing sword contains the state of mind of each realm of sword cultivation in one move.

The mood changes endlessly, and the sword moves are endless.

The current realm of thermometers is in the first type.

The silver mang turned into a sharp sword and swung her sword moves as she thought, and terrifying sword marks appeared on the mountain wall.

I don't know how long it took, but when Wen Yi woke up, he found that the cave was covered with deep and shallow sword marks.

The dead trees and weeds in front of the cave were slashed down countless times by the sword qi, and several monsters were lying on the ground, and the corpses were one by one, obviously injured by Wen Yi's sword qi.

"I don't know what time it is."

The thermometer murmured.

The relics of the divine war shrouded in blood mist do not distinguish between day and night.

"Shen Yu." Wen Yi shouted twice, but when he saw that no one answered, he gave up without sensing his breath.

According to Shen Yu's cultivation, those monks were not his opponents.

She stood up, took some food from the storage bag, and ate it.

There was a tingling pain in his chest, Wen Yi looked down at his chest and pondered for a moment, and then slapped himself hard.

"Click-"

Broken ribs.

Whether it is a fairy sword or a divine sword, it is not as good as its own life sword.

The sword of life, on the other hand, requires the monk to temper it with his own body.

"Shhh

Wen Yi was in a cold sweat in pain, she breathed cross-legged, poured all her spiritual power into the broken rib, and refined the life sword for herself.