"It's Lingyu! Fast! Sit back and realize! ”

The monk who rushed to hear the news hurriedly bowed in the direction of the spiritual power funnel and sat down cross-legged.

The light in the sky illuminated the area around the Yanhai Sea magnificently, and the spiritual rain fell, no more than ordinary raindrops, and it was evaporated in mid-air.

Looking at the splashes and ripples on the ground, Lao Xiu's face showed a look of remembrance.

"It's been a long time since I've seen rain in the Yanhai area, but now because of this spiritual rain, the temperature has dropped a lot."

When a monk on the side heard this, he also nodded.

"But this rain ...... It doesn't look like the senior's. ”

"It may be that the juniors of that senior have broken through here, so maybe he is guarding here."

"I've lived for so many years, but it's the first time I've really felt the Yuanying Spiritual Rain, and it's not in vain."

Both of them were full of emotion in their hearts. This is a waiting chapter

This kind of thing may not be particularly uncommon in the big sects, but for some casual cultivators who have been running around with their lives all their lives, especially casual cultivators with poor qualifications, no background, and little luck, encountering this kind of thing is already considered an opportunity.

After all, in their world, more monks are stuck in Zhuji, Jindan, and finally have to run out of longevity, and since then they have fallen from the same way.

They can be regarded as looking down on many things, cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, how can it be so easy, if everyone can cultivate into immortals, then wouldn't the immortals in this world be flooded?

There are always countless people who have been brushed down by layer after layer of restrictions.

The spiritual rain moistens the world of the Yanhai, and the scorched yellow earth that has cracked because of the temperature is quietly emerging tender green.

When the sunrise reappeared, countless spirit birds hovered above the sky.

It looks spectacular.

Shen Qingyi slowly opened his eyes, the red line on his forehead gradually disappeared, and a pair of eyes gradually returned to their original color.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Shen Qingyi couldn't help but reach out and stroke it.

"Dustless Sword ......"

Shen Qingyi still remembered the seemingly never-ending killing in the Heart Demon Tribulation, the pen in her hand was red with blood little by little, dim little by little, and then cracks appeared one after another, until it was finally completely shattered.

The monks who fought with her also fell, one by one.

Life is ruthlessly harvested on the battlefield, and so is she.

There is no such thing as a protagonist there......

She felt the killing she hated, the cruelty of war, and the weakness and reincarnation of life!

Shen Qingyi never thought that his Yuan Infant Heart Demon Tribulation would be presented in such a way.

There was a trace of dark red hidden in the ink color of the dustless sword in his hand, as if it had been infected with blood for a long time, and it was like its life, flowing slowly.

It's just that the dustless sword is not the same as an ordinary sword.

After recognizing the Lord, some information about it also appeared in Shen Qingyi's mind.

The ancestor who forged it in the first place fell before the forging was finished, so only half a foot was left without dust.

However, this half-foot dustless was in the former immortal cultivation world, which made countless monks change their complexion when they heard it.

Ruthless Killing Dao! Who doesn't retreat when they see it!

Its name of killing is famous in the world of cultivating immortals!

And the vague figure when he recognized the Lord was the sword soul of the Dustless Sword.

However, after experiencing that terrible war, the Dustless Sword was supposed to be destroyed, but at the last moment, it was thrown out of the battlefield by his master.

However, a sword only recognizes one master, and the loyal dustless sword soul does not want the master to die alone.

But the words of the master who finally let him live are vivid.

After thousands of years of torture, the Dustless Sword didn't want its master to be alone, so the sword soul self-destructed.

It's just that before self-destructing, he used all his power to create a new sword soul, and left some of its memories sealed in the sword body, just waiting for its next owner to appear, and let it treat it well.

The new Dustless Sword Soul created by the former Sword Soul may not be able to be successfully born, but at that time, he can't manage so much.

Even though his soul was scattered, he did not retreat.

Fortunately, the Dustless Sword returned to the Heavenly Void Sect with the breath of the origin, and it also fell into the Divine Soldier Tomb by chance.

Inside the Divine Soldier Tomb, it is born with a nourishing effect on all kinds of weapons, and in the countless years there, a new sword soul has also been born in the right place and the right place.

The ignorant sword soul has been hidden in the Divine Soldier Tomb for tens of thousands of years, just waiting for someone who is destined.

Until it felt the call from fate.

It's just that it has been suppressed a few times, and this time the dustless sword learned smarter, and found a stand-in, but he sneaked out.

And after the contract with Shen Qingyi, the seal of the Dustless Sword was also completely opened.

The bloody qi led to the heart demon tribulation, and there was Shen Qingyi's Yuan Infant Heart Demon.

Shen Qingyi looked inward and found that the small figure was standing in the depths of his sea of consciousness at the moment, with his back to her.

On the side, a few little guys are eyeing each other.

For this guy who suddenly confessed to the Lord, Zhu Sheng's reaction was relatively large.

The other little guys had already united because they had been with Zhu Sheng for a long time, so they also looked at the silent Dustless Sword Soul with some vigilance.

At this moment, the dustless sword soul is no longer the graceful man image of the year, and has become the appearance of a little Zhengtai.

Silver hair together, half held by a small sword, half scattered.

Wearing an ink-colored robe, with his hands behind his back, he looks quite mature and old, but the baby's fat little face is really contradictory.

"Dust-free."

Hearing Shen Qingyi's voice, several other little guys happily ran to Shen Qingyi's side, leaving Wuchen alone to stand in place, without saying a word, and looked at them silently.

It was still the empty market that opened its mouth first.

"His mind is not fully enlightened now, he relies more on instinct, and now he has just made a contract, unsealed it, and used a lot of power, and at this moment he is even more in chaos, and it will take a while for him to be able to completely enlighten his spirit."

This made Zhu Sheng and his entourage breathe a sigh of relief.

Just recognized the posture at the moment, but it scared a few little guys a lot, but they didn't even notice it at that time!

It's a little embarrassing, but you can't blame him.

If it was just this dustless sword soul who had just opened the spirit, he would definitely be able to find out.

The main reason is that before this dustless sword soul recognized the master, he still had the power left by the previous sword soul in his body.

That sword soul was not an ordinary one, in the initial induction, Pankong even felt that the sword soul of Wuchen had even absorbed the power of the origin.

With the cover of the origin, coupled with that guy's hidden skills, he ignored it without feeling it. Controlling the big and making the owl

But fortunately, today's dustless sword, this sword soul is newly born, otherwise the sky-high evil aura at the beginning, Pankong has to doubt, dustless recognizes the master, and even wants to take away the master.

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