The fairy palace is scattered and overlapped, and the territory of the fairy palace that surrounds the island for dozens of miles suddenly has changed slightly.

The main hall seemed to be transparent.

The people inside can see the things outside the fairy palace with the naked eye, see the patchwork streets in the palace, and see the immortal palace pavilions in the distance.

I also saw that the one by one was either laughter, or orderly, or diligent cultivation.

Those figures are clear, and their movements are not stiff at all, but what shocks these warriors even more is the breath of those people.

is just a maid dressed as a maid in the fairy palace, and they all have the realm of near blowing snow.

In addition, there are countless land immortals, and even the realm aura above heaven and man.

This is Penglai Asgard.

This is the real Penglai Asgard.

The phantom gaze in mid-air flickered slightly, and he slowly stretched out an arm, and then his palm closed and turned into a fist.

Bai Ye's face was a little silent, but the illusion of Yuzhang City was becoming more and more condensed.

Naturally, he also saw it, and saw those scattered figures in the fairy palace.

Ascending to the peak to create the extreme realm, in the realm, he Baiye used the city he once served, Yuzhang City as the realm.

In reality, he is the lord of Yuzhang City.

In the realm, he is the master of Yuzhang City.

So he conjured up a Yuzhang City as his realm.

This is his strongest hole card, and before that, Bai Ye has never been exposed to anyone.

But Penglai is using Asgard Palace as his realm.

To be in the Asgard is to be in the realm.

Bai Ye finally realized at this moment, it turned out that he had already stepped into someone else's realm from the beginning.

Unmatchable, these are the words of Bai Ye's heart.

But the eyes of the thin man in black were not discouraged, but a glimmer of light.

He bowed slightly, bowed his fist to the Penglai phantom, and performed a standard martial arts salute.

Yuzhang City of White Leaves, can not be said to be lifelike, a room, a house, a brick and a tile, are clear, if the warriors here walk out of the palace, they will think that they have come to Yuzhang City.

But there was no one.

It's just a dead thing, without the slightest life.

It's lifelike.

But in the realm of Penglai, there are people coming and going, and their demeanor is lively and full of vitality.

If the other party has the intention to do it, he is afraid that the unknowing warrior will be shocked and think that he has come to the former fairyland.

It's lifelike.

Lifelike, lifelike, one word difference, thousands of miles.

Penglai didn't say anything more, just threw a punch at Bai Ye.

Bai Ye's face didn't have too many waves, but his body was slightly heavy, and he also threw a punch at the other party.

But in a place where everyone couldn't see, Bai Ye was clenching his teeth, and a trace of blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, the sky fell apart.

……

Ye Wuwu slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was looking ahead.

As far as the eye can see, there is an infinite lone sword, densely scattered on the ground, and the sword intent is arrogant.

And below him, there was the young figure that had lost its breath.

That's himself.

Ye Wuwu's current state is a little ethereal and a little weird.

Now he is a spirit being.

The words of the Sword Spirit Ancestor still echoed clearly in his ears.

"Don't be a man, be a sword."

At that time, Ye Wuwu was at a loss and didn't know what he meant.

The limit of a person, no matter how profound the realm of the sword immortal, is only able to communicate with the sword heart, and the sword is the same as his own body.

But what about the limits of the sword?

Looking at Ye Wuwu's face that seemed to understand whether he understood or not, the Sword Spirit Ancestor gave a very simple example.

"Boy, do you think you have a heart-to-heart connection with the sword you once had?"

Linyuan Sword?

Thinking of this, Ye Wuwu's expression was slightly gloomy.

The Linyuan Sword had already shattered, along with the sword spirit that had just had a little bit of sanity within it.

But is it a heart-to-heart connection?

"Forget it."

After a long time, Ye Wuwu gave such an answer.

But the Sword Spirit Ancestor didn't care about his answer, or rather, his true meaning was more than that.

He just smiled slightly.

"Who do you think is more in tune with your sword?"

Ye Wuwu was suddenly stunned.

Heart-to-heart.

He could indeed feel the fluctuations of the Linyuan Sword sometimes, and even feel the slightest flow of qi within the sword body, and feel every bit of sword intent remaining.

But compared to Sword Spirit?

The sword spirit is born by the sword, and it is the sword itself.

The one who is most familiar with the Linyuan Sword is not Ye Wuwu, but his sword spirit.

Among the top swordsmen, they dare not say that their familiarity with the sword is as clear as the sword spirit.

Ye Wuwu felt as if he was in darkness at the moment, but there was a faint glimmer of light in front of him.

I just can't find the direction.

The Sword Spirit Ancestor spoke again, revealing a bit of seriousness and heaviness between his words.

"As sword spirits, we are obviously more familiar with swords than sword masters, but Ye Wuwu, have you seen, or heard of, which sword is against the enemy on its own?"

"Even if it is a sword spirit with high intelligence, it is only a moment at most, and without the control of the sword master, even if the sword spirit has great skills, it will not be able to exert one-twelfth of it."

This is the Sword Spirit.

The Sword Spirit Ancestor said slowly, and there seemed to be a little loneliness in his expression.

Ye Wuwu was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, asking.

"You mean, let me turn into a sword spirit and survive?"

The Sword Spirit Ancestor nodded, but then shook his head again.

"Yes and no."

"Boy, do you know what the biggest difference between you and us is at the moment?"

Ye Wuwu shook his head.

"If it takes some time, the old man will make you a real sword spirit, but now you have just died physically, but you met me in this sword forest, and the old man pulled the last bit of your consciousness in."

"Of course, in your words, you can barely be called three souls and seven spirits."

Sword Spirit Ancestor's words paused, but he smiled leisurely.

"You were a sword master before, but at this moment, you are about to embark on a path of sword spirit."

"However, you're not a sword spirit at the moment."

The words of the Sword Spirit Ancestor became louder and louder, and in the end, he was a little excited, and there was also a bit of novelty in his eyes.

"Boy, this is an opportunity that has never been seen before or since, no one will be like you, who was a sword master in his lifetime, but he has the opportunity to become a sword spirit.

And when he just died, his consciousness was left behind, and his physical body was still there. ”

"This is not the most important thing, the key thing is that in your body that has lost its breath, whether it is bones or tendons, it has been washed by a strong sword qi, and it has been cracked."

"Last but not least, this place is the Sword Shrine, the largest Sword Shrine in the sky and the world."

He was a sword master during his lifetime.

After death, you can have a chance to become a sword spirit.

The body that had been washed by the sword qi was still there.

A sword mound where countless fairy swords coexist.

At this moment, the Sword Spirit Ancestor seemed to have discovered a new continent, and his tone was strange, and he said word by word.

"Boy, this is an opportunity, an opportunity that has not been seen in thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years."

A true man-sword unity.

Ye Wuwu said silently in his heart.

(End of chapter)