The energy in the flesh and blood of the desolate bird and the spiritual power in Ye Jian's body each accounted for half of its meridians, and a violent conflict broke out.

Ye Jian's face changed slightly, he didn't expect that the desolate beast energy that Fang had just shown to be extremely tame would be so violent now.

However, after all, the Ancient Emperor Sword Sutra was the world's top exercise, and soon these energies were tempered and tamed again, and black smoke was constantly expelled from Ye Jian's body.

In the outside world, several shadow guards were watching the development of the situation with a cold eye: "The surface of his body is red, and black smoke is oozing through his skin, it seems that this desolation has invaded his blood. ”

The so-called desolate poison is a part of the desolate power that the desolate beast cannot absorb when cultivating in the ancient forbidden land, and these desolate powers are not much at first, but over time they become powerful enough to threaten the life of the host.

These desolate beasts are a hundred times stronger than the monks of the same realm, and they can resist the invasion of these desolate poisons, but ordinary monks are basically contaminated with death.

But Ye Jian is different, the Ancient Emperor Sword Sutra can directly refine these desolate poisons, but the process will be very slow.

Half an hour later, Ye Jian had completely refined the energy of the desolate beast, these pure energies were filled in Ye Jian's body, the golden light on the surface of Ye Jian's body was emitted, Ye Jian only felt that a piece of gold paper in his body was hooked, and the words on the gold paper were reflected around his body.

Ye Jian remembered that this golden paper was obtained during the battle with the hall master of the Huangfeng Gate Incense Flame Hall.

At that time, it was suppressed by the sword spirit root in Ye Jian's body, and at this time, it appeared when Ye Jian absorbed the energy of the desolate beast.

Such a strange scene naturally attracted the attention of several shadow guards.

These people were stunned for a moment, and then a shadow guard slammed his thighs and sneered: "This is the precursor of the desolate curse burrowing into the five internal organs, the desolate scripture has appeared, and the time has come for him to endure hardship." ”

The other guards nodded knowingly.

Sure enough, as soon as the shadow guard's voice fell, beads of sweat the size of soybeans continued to fall from Ye Jian's brow.

Ye Jian's eyes were red, and the golden paper in his body was swallowing the spiritual power in his body.

In order to resist the golden paper, Ye Jian had no choice but to urge the Ancient Emperor Sword Sutra with all his might.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his face flushed, and the sound of swords kept ringing in his body, as if two swords were clashing and colliding in his body.

"Hey, how did I hear the sound of the sword, I felt the awe-inspiring sword aura on him."

The Shadow Guard's face was full of differences, they had never heard of a monk who could emanate sword qi from his flesh alone.

If there is, it is also a legendary-level powerhouse.

Obviously, they didn't think Ye Jian was such a person.

Another shadow guard patted his head and said with a clear look: "I think about it, it is said that the taboo in this ancient forbidden land was once a peerless sword cultivator, and it is not strange that there is sword intent in the desolateness. ”

In the end, the sword spirit root in Ye Jian's body shot again, and suppressed the gold paper in a corner of Ye Jian's knowledge of the sea, the gold paper seemed to be very aggrieved, constantly turning around the sword spirit root, and looked anxious like a child who had lost his favorite toy.

But the sword spirit root didn't pay attention to it, but instead drew a part of the spiritual power from its body and fed it back to Ye Jian's body.

This sword spirit root seems to have a divine sense, and it can see the origin of the golden paper whale swallowing and harming the Ye Sword.

Ye Jian's face was also pale, and in the process of the golden paper frantically sucking the spiritual power in his body, his cultivation fell to four small realms. If it weren't for Sword Linggen's timely move, he would probably end up with the Divine Pill shattered.

Ye Jian didn't have a strong fear in his heart when he looked at the golden paper, and he was not sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for the golden paper to remain in his body.