Ye Chuxiao has experienced the longest retreat of cultivation so far.

In fact, it can be seen with the naked eye that the progress of cultivation is too high, and once it starts, it can't bear to stop.

For about two years, Ye Chuxiao and Duanmulin were soaked in the depths of the Aurora Land, arbitrarily absorbing and swallowing all the nutrients here, and at the same time borrowing the remnant soul phantoms that can be seen everywhere here to confirm and temper their own cultivation.

With the 'help' of these remnant souls, the cultivation of the two of them is not even a closed-door exercise.

In the past two years, Ye Chuxiao not only pushed his cultivation to a level that was infinitely close to the artistic conception, only one foot away from the door, but also raised the secret technique of climbing the stairs by thirty floors through joint cultivation with Duanmu Lin, reaching one hundred and thirty-eight floors.

It seemed that it had only risen thirty floors, but once Ye Chuxiao broke out, it was enough to gain at least five times the increase in combat power in a short period of time.

The realm that was only condensed on the blade, but it had the destructive power and impact that ordinary artistic conception cultivators did not have.

It can be said that although Ye Chuxiao does not yet have the strongest shield in the world, he has already mastered a spear that is enough to chisel through the shield.

If he is properly prepared, even if he is a monk of artistic conception, it is not impossible to kill him brazenly.

The ice lotus, which had completely fused with the aurora and seemed to have a mysterious connection with Ye Chuxiao and Duanmulin at the same time, bloomed with a softer and more brilliant aurora, slowly blooming new petals.

Under the guidance of Duanmulin and the watering of the Infinite Aurora, the ice lotus, which was originally only ripened by Ye Chuxiao, actually began to continue to grow again.

Duanmulin seems to have become its unique and magical roots and leaves, prolonging its vitality and breaking its original limitations.

And Duanmu Lin, who was originally sitting on the ice lotus, was in the soft waves of the aurora, slowly retracting the huge phantom that magnified to the sky.

The phantom is constantly compacted, and finally forms a warm, tactile and completely real body.

Yin and Yang are born, and they return to people, which is an extremely important pass for ghost cultivation.

Only by cultivating the ghost cultivation at this step can it be regarded as practicing fame and embarking on the right path.

This step, Duanmu Lin had already crossed more than half a year ago, but she chose to disperse her rare and condensed body, extracted nutrients from the Nine Dead Demon Skills provided by Ye Chuxiao, and reshaped her body nine times.

Until her condensed physical body, and the aurora substance, formed an absolute homogenization.

From now on, she will no longer borrow the aurora, but will be the birthplace of this special aurora.

Her physical body is equivalent to a shrunken Aurora Hades.

All the ghosts can be stored, taken in, and then driven by her.

"It's finished?" Ye Chuxiao asked Duanmulin.

Duanmulin smiled slightly, the long pink hair that was originally full of color had faded from its original gorgeous color at this time, and turned to a silver-white color, only the ends still retained a little silver-pink.

The robe made of green-blue aurora shrouded Duanmulin's body, covering her delicate posture, which looked solemn and gorgeous.

"Yes! Fortunately, it is not disgraceful! Duanmulin said with a smile to Ye Chuxiao.

They are unreserved friends, unless Ye Chuxiao betrays Duanmulin many times, even if Duanmulin is independent, to Ye Chuxiao, he will always be an ally.

It's nature, not nurture.

Just like children's dependence and trust on their parents, just like parents' care and selflessness for their children.

"Okay, since that's the case, then our plan can continue to move forward." Ye Chuxiao felt a trace of excitement after a long absence.

In fact, what they are going to do next is indeed a big event that will change the world, and it is also from this world, asking for more.

Ye Chuxiao has done a lot of big things.

But often it's just the beginning, and there's no chance of the end.

However, this time it was different, he was determined that he would bite into the most fat and juicient fruit, and would never give up the fruit again.

Strength is the only reason to give Ye Chuxiao such confidence.

"In that case, let's go! Is there a goal? Ye Chuxiao asked Duanmu Lin.

But in fact, they know who they should be looking for at this time.

Duanmulin can incarnate the aurora and incarnate the underworld.

Why can't Ye Chuxiao be the netherworld, breathe the aurora, and smell the vitality that exists in this world, every moment?

"Of course there is, Zhou Jiusheng! He was the first! Duanmulin said with a smile.

Night City, Broken Swallow Tower!

The tower is thirty-three stories high, but it is hundreds of feet above the ground.

The entire body of the tower is made of dark iron mixed with extraterrestrial gold, inserted into the ground, towering above the clouds.

The reason why there is such a tower is only because the old man who lives at the top of the tower needs to borrow the wind and thunder clouds above the nine heavens to cultivate a legendary supernatural power that is enough to penetrate life and death.

Connected to the top of the tower, the chain of large metal balls spread over the sky of the cloud realm, like a large net spreading, firmly grasping and locking the clouds, turning this originally unfree cloud into a prisoner, at the mercy of others.

The layers of thunder arrays attracted all the thunderclouds within a radius of thousands of miles, and like a whirlpool, they continued to draw energy from all directions, because of such uncontrolled absorption, outside the Broken Yan Tower, a radius of 800 miles, all turned into desert sand.

If Night City were not a special city that relied on operating casinos and green houses, smuggling and distributing all kinds of prohibited items, then it would not be able to sustain itself in such a harsh environment.

In the roar of thunder and lightning, the huge metal mesh continued to vibrate, and each vibration had an extremely terrifying energy, which followed the top of the tower and instilled it into the highest level of this Broken Yan Tower.

Between his hands, Zhou Jiusheng, the Wind and Thunder Sword God, held a sword of wind and thunder that was real and illusory, constantly absorbing and compressing the most manic and violent power in heaven and earth, in a vain attempt to tame these powers with his own will and transform them into a surrendered sword in his hands.

With the continuous condensation of the sword shape, the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by the cold and domineering sword qi, and cracks were visible to the naked eye.

Some kind of invisible barrier seems to be about to be cut by this sword, and the big hand that binds fate, controls life and death, and locks the throat will also be cut by him with this sword that has condensed the great strength of Peiran.

As long as he crosses the past, as long as he crosses the moat from the artistic conception to the uncertain realm, he can survive in death, and those lives that were taken away by the defects of the heavenly way will be returned to them twice.

Success or failure, life and death, are all in one fell swoop.

But at the critical moment, Zhou Jiusheng spat blood from his mouth and fell into the sword refining wind and thunder array, and the whole person became weak, like a balloon that was originally inflated, suddenly punctured, and shriveled like a chicken claw that was back and air-dried.

The gray hair, and the crisscrossing ravines of his face, seemed to symbolize his weakness.

The most terrifying thing about the longevity defects of the Desolate Fighting Realm is not only that it takes away the life span of the monks who should have increased with the increase of cultivation, but also takes away the twilight years of powerful monks, so that they will feel the aging and weakness that they have never felt before in the twilight years after decades of scenery.

How ridiculous!

A powerful monk who has the ability to move mountains and mountains and turn rivers over will feel that his strength is lacking and his blood will be ruined in his old age, and he will no longer be brave and domineering in his prime.

They may even become ill, lose their minds, and have difficulty controlling their subtle behaviors.

At the end of life, dementia and incontinence may even occur.

Of course, the tiger is old and majestic, and even if they are powerful monks in this state, they still have the strength to fight for a short time.

It's just just a war.

Therefore, if it is not a monk who has no concern, the old and powerful monk often tries to minimize the number of shots, which is transformed into a kind of deterrent and escort for their own descendants.

And those powerful but unconcerned old monks are the common targets of many forces to guard against and fear.

No one knows what crazy deeds people who were once highly respected will do in their last twilight years.

Zhou Jiusheng trembled with his hands, touching every rune he had carved with his own hands on the metal ground.

While his face was pale, there was some relief in the bleakness.

He couldn't go any further, and this was the closest he'd ever gotten to breaking the realm.

Since it has failed, there is no possibility of doing it again.

After that, it is just a dry bone in the grave, waiting for death.

"It's time to get out of this tower!"

"I also want to leave a way back for future generations, without my suppression and care, they continue to obtain the huge benefits of Night City, and it is no longer suitable, so let those who are not successful stay here for the enemy to vent their anger, and as for those who still have hope, they will secretly arrange to take refuge in advance, change their names and surnames, and start over." Zhou Jiusheng thought to himself.

Just then, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his originally rickety figure suddenly became erect again.

"I wonder which old friend is visiting?"

"Don't you think that when I'm old, my sword won't be sharp?" Zhou Jiusheng asked in a cold voice.

At the same time as he opened his palm, the spirit sword that had accompanied him for half his life had already jumped into the palm of his hand, emitting a light that was barely weaker than the artifact.

In Daheng, even if the artistic conception monk does not have an artifact in his hands, he can gradually forge his own artifact through a long period of collecting materials and polishing and cultivating.

However, if the monks of the Wild Fighting Realm do not have the corresponding background and opportunity, then even if they are artistic conception cultivation, it is difficult to equip them with artifacts.

It's more about using spiritual weapons.

"Old Zhou Sword God's sword, of course, is very sharp."

"Not only is it very sharp, but because of the hatred in my heart, the killing machine is stronger."

"Even if the juniors want to ask for advice, they are still a little hesitant." Ye Chuxiao jumped in from the window and regarded the arc that was still flickering around him as nothing.

Zhou Jiusheng looked at Ye Chuxiao, as if he was distinguishing who he was.

After a few seconds, he said, "Heavenly Sword Xiao Night!" It's you! ”

Ye Chuxiao was surprised: "You actually know me?" ”

Zhou Jiusheng said: "Of course, your little thing in the Wenjia Mountain City is not worth mentioning, but you took advantage of Qin Gongjia's war with Lin Run, and finally picked up a big bargain, making you completely famous in the world, and the entire Great Chu Water Clan monks regard you as an enemy, looking for your whereabouts all over the world, as for the Great Chu, he even took the artifact embryo as a reward to take your life." ”

Ye Chuxiao said: "Artifact embryo? It's so big that I want to carry it myself to get the reward! ”

"I just don't know, why a dead Zhenhaihou still has such value, if it's just for face, then someone should be worth this price more than me."

Zhou Jiusheng said: "The matter has been revealed, of course you are the best scapegoat, and you are also the best point of contradiction transfer." ”

Ye Chuxiao just thought about it, and he completely understood.

Lin Run set up a bureau to kill Qin Gongjia, this is something that must be hidden.

If Da Chu wants to recover the right to the waters within his territory, the premise is not to force all the monks of the Water Tribes to rebel.

And after the defeat was revealed, in order to make up for the relationship and give a step, the Great Chu Imperial Court had to show an attitude and reward Ye Chuxiao, the 'culprit'.

As for how Ye Chuxiao was discovered, there is no need to say more.

There are hundreds of monks, and there are always some wonderful means, and it is not too difficult to review the situation at that time.

"God bless the old man, I was already preparing to seal the sword!"

"I don't want you to take the initiative to throw the door and give the old man a second chance." Zhou Jiusheng looked at Ye Chuxiao, but he didn't see any movement, and the realm of artistic conception and letting go enveloped the entire top of the tower.

Being in the realm, Ye Chuxiao was not only cut off from the energy of heaven and earth in the outside world, but he couldn't even sense his breath and heartbeat.

It was as if he had been deprived of life, just in the midst of the other party's movements.

Airplanes!

The Yuanyang Treasure Knife revealed its edge, and the cold blade was like a sturdy old cowhide.

Zhou Jiusheng's domain, under Ye Chuxiao's knife, was cut out.

The energy of heaven and earth poured in, and the breath and heartbeat that had been taken away also returned.

"You want to catch me and change the embryo?"

"Do you have the strength?" Ye Chuxiao had no consciousness of bullying the old man, holding the treasure knife in his hand, and stepped forward.

One step away, the knife cut open the field that seemed to stretch the space infinitely, and passed it towards Zhou Jiusheng's neck.

Zhou Jiusheng originally wanted to raise his sword to fight back, but half of his luck was halfway through, he coughed and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

Immediately, he could only turn around and pull away, trying to stay away from Ye Chuxiao's blade.

"Dirty junior, dare to bully me?" Zhou Jiusheng smoothed his breath, forcibly lifted his breath, and stabbed with a backhand sword, but he seemed to have lost the opportunity, the original exquisite swordsmanship, at this moment, only used three or four points of wonder, from the original high, like a god like a demon, completely knocked down the mortal dust, and became the sword of the world, the sword of the craftsman.

Knives collide with swords, making a piercing crashing sound.

Then there was the louder and louder sound of the sword, as well as the tragedy and unwillingness of the sword.

Zhou Jiusheng's sword was suppressed by Ye Chuxiao's sword, and he was powerless to resist at all.

"Old Sword God! If you were unparalleled back then, you are dying at this time! ”

"People who are dying are not qualified to be arrogant."

"Man! You have to serve the old! Ye Chuxiao said excitedly.

Zhou Jiusheng drew his sword back, turned around and broke open the window, and flew out.

When he found that he couldn't compete with Ye Chuxiao at this moment, this old sword god who had infinite scenery didn't care about face, and chose to run away.

To be able to become a sword god alive, first of all, you know how to run.

Everyone has a time when they are weak.

Born strong, it does not belong to the race of self-improvement.