As the sun sets, the hustle and bustle of Qingzhen gradually fades away.

Li Mo looked back and saw dozens of Kong Ming lanterns rising from the top of the city wall.

The time he spent in Qingzhen was actually far longer than that of the Heart Beast Sect, and he was already familiar with every grass and tree in the town before he knew it.

"Xianlu is alone, I hope that Qingzhen will still be a paradise after a thousand years."

Li Mo smiled bitterly and shook his head.

It's unrealistic to think about it, in the past twenty or thirty years, there have been caravans that have chosen to pass through Qingzhen.

It won't be long before Qingzhen's good geographical location will soon restore its prosperity, but it will also become mixed.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and there is no absolute security in the earthly world."

Li Mo's pace was getting faster and faster, and Minglin and the two couldn't help but complain.

They had no choice but to stick light talismans on their legs to barely fall behind.

Ming Lin was secretly worried about Elder Taiji's mental condition, and he always felt that since the latter's natal flying sword was damaged, he was a little unoptimistic.

In Qingzhen, it seems that there are idle clouds and wild cranes, and his mood is likely to be on the verge of collapse.

You must know that the Natal Flying Sword is equivalent to a bridge to communicate spiritual power, and if it is seriously damaged, it will even collapse the Yuan Infant.

Ming Lin suspected that Elder Taiji's Natal Flying Sword was already on the verge of collapse.

It is estimated that he planned to retire in Qingzhen and wait for death, but he was assigned by the Sword Tongue Sect to go to the Sword Club in the Cocoon, so he did not react excessively.

It still takes thousands of miles to get to the Heavenly Sword Gate, so I can only ask for more blessings.

"Hey......"

Ming Lin sighed, just the journey will have to die for a lifetime.

Li Mo didn't bother to pay attention to the careful thinking of Ming Lin and the others, and continued to deduce in the Yadao Palace, the spiritual material matching for the subsequent refining of the Phantom Fish Sword.

Unconsciously, it was ten miles away from Qingzhen, and it was surrounded by a blanket of silver.

When they came to the post station next to the official road, they could see that the building had been abandoned for a long time, but the windows on the second floor shimmered faintly.

"Minglin, it's a long way to go, let's leave as soon as possible."

After Li Mo finished speaking, he hugged the Phantom Fish Sword and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Since you want to take the path of sword cultivation, you must take into account all aspects, so in addition to the fake Buddha inner sword that is integrated into the Yuan Ying, you must also have a phantom fish outer sword that can be driven at any time.

He planned to make the Phantom Fish Sword perfect through subsequent refining, and the ultimate goal was to naturally derive the spirit pattern and promote the pseudo-magic weapon.

Minglin wanted to speak and stopped, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth.

"Elder Taiji, please wait a moment."

When Ming Lin and the others returned to the post station, they saw that the narrow inner room was crowded with dozens of sword cultivators, all of whom were seizing the time to meditate and practice.

The sword cultivation method of the Sword Tongue Sect is very strange, and it uses foreign objects to stimulate its own tongue sword.

Among them, insect devouring is the most common, and it can be seen that Jian Xiu keeps poisonous bees in his mouth, and stimulates the growth of the Natal Flying Sword with the help of toxins.

But no matter how much you raise a sword, you are always making a wedding dress for the Heavenly Sword Gate.

As a scabbard, after their deaths, the tongue and sword must be handed over to the Heavenly Sword Gate.

The only fortunate thing is that the level of their natal flying sword is inferior, at least they don't have to suffer from taboo torture.

When a sword cultivator saw Minglin, he couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Minglin, the elder has been found, so when will you go to the Heavenly Sword Gate?" ”

They have some illusions.

If it is a coincidence, maybe you can worship the Heavenly Sword Gate, and almost every time you go to the cocoon in the sword meeting, there are always one or two sword cultivators with good luck.

"I heard that the sword meeting in the cocoon is arranged by the flying sword itself, and there is no disadvantage in arriving early, which can add a little bit of confidence to the entry."

Ming Lin hesitated and said, "Elder Tai is in poor health, so use my sword shuttle to maintain the magic weapon in a group of ten people." ”

Ming Xue was stunned for a moment, "Senior brother, Elder Taiji didn't say that his body has ......."

Minglin stretched out his hand to stop Mingxue.

He was really afraid that Li Mo would consume too much spiritual power when he was in a hurry, which would cause the injury of the Natal Flying Sword to worsen, and his cultivation would fall into the Dan stage.

According to the rules of the Sword Society in the Cocoon, without the support of the Yuan Infant Period, they could not even set foot in the Heavenly Sword Gate, so they could only abstain.

Abstaining from voting is also a dead end.

The Heavenly Sword Gate will release the flying sword [Orion] to hunt down and kill those who escaped from the sword cultivator.

"I'll repeat it again, Elder Tai is in poor health, and we will control the magic weapon to hurry, you also know that time is short, and you must set foot in the range of the Heavenly Sword Gate within ten years."

No one objected.

The sword shuttle will inevitably be damaged for a long time, and Minglin is equivalent to paying the price of a magic weapon.

"Let's go."

Minglin's expression softened, and he took out a tooth from the space under his tongue, injected spiritual power, and turned into a bone boat and suspended it in the palm of his hand.

He simply planned the manpower, and then led the senior brothers to the outside of the post station.

Minglin looked around.

The environment was cold and damp, and the barren mountains and mountains suddenly rose with thick mist, adding a bit of uncertainty to their journey.

Li Mo was still closing his eyes and deducing the refining of the Phantom Fish Sword, and if he had an aura, he couldn't see that he had the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage at all.

"Elder Tai."

"It's better for us to set off first, the juniors have a seventy-refining sword shuttle magic weapon, and they don't have to bother Elder Taiji to waste your spiritual power."

After Minglin finished speaking, Li Mo opened his eyes with interest.

"Sword shuttle? Take it out and take a look. ”

Ming Lin's spiritual power poured into the magic weapon, and the sword shuttle turned into a twenty-meter size, and the whole was a metal ship, more than enough to accommodate a hundred people.

The surface of the ship was engraved with some unknown sword marks, and the rest of the brothers and sisters looked at each other.

The corners of Li Mo's mouth twitched.

"Minglin, you won't buy it from the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce on the black market, right?"

"How did the seniors know?"

Li Mo didn't reply, the so-called sword shuttle was the magic weapon catalogue he gave to the Heart Beast Sect, and the original name was [Boat Shuttle].

I didn't expect Tian Changwen to be a bit of a businessman.

Change the name of the boat shuttle, get some bluffing kendo decorative lines, and send them to the black market in a grand manner to coax the spirit stones of sword cultivation.

"No, the space is too small, you can't all squeeze together, right?"

"But ......"

Li Mo didn't give Minglin a chance to speak, and stretched his waist, "I also have the means to travel, it should be better than the sword shuttle." ”

Rumble.

Roll up a thousand layers of frost and snow out of thin air.

Minglin and the others looked incredulously into the thick fog, and a behemoth gradually approached, bringing an indescribable sense of oppression.

A whale chirp rang in their ears, and they all took half a step back.

I saw a hole in the thick fog.

The head of the Kun whale, which is forty or fifty meters long, is drilled out, its mouthparts are full of sharp teeth, and two dragon whiskers that have broken through 100 meters can be seen.

"Let's go."

As soon as Li Mo waved his hand, all the disciples landed on the back of the Kun Whale.

The cultivation efficiency of the seven-headed tattoo beasts is not the same, but with Li Mo's help, more than three hundred years is enough to advance to the Yuan Infant Stage.

After the whale achieves the infant stage, the most significant change is the size.

It is only about 500 meters in appearance, but it is actually more than 2,000 meters, and it can easily start a wide area of rain.

Just behind the whales, there are several elegant courtyards.

Li Mo bit the spine of the Kun Whale, and the sword intent was integrated into his pupils, making the tattooed beast barely carry a bit of useless sword qi.

"In other words, the purpose of the Heavenly Sword Gate is that everything can be turned into a sword, isn't it true that the tattoo beast can also exert a spell similar to sword qi?"

Li Mo is not afraid of his identity being exposed, and the Heavenly Sword Sect doesn't care whether outsiders are involved at all.

Replacing the elders is also for less trouble.

Li Mo's purpose was to obtain the fake Buddha and then sneak into the Heavenly Sword Sect, not wanting to be endlessly entangled with hundreds of affiliated Sword Sects.

"Minglin, you all retreat."

"There are ten people in the retreat room, don't leave the scope of the courtyard, you can't withstand the wind generated by the spirit beast in the sky."

Li Mo swept over the disciples, none of whom had yet recovered from the shock of the whale.

Ming Xue forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts, and said with a different look on her face: "Elder Taiji, has your natal flying sword been restored?" ”

"No, so I fixed another side door."

Li Mo glanced at Ming Xue and added coldly: "The Sword Society in the Cocoon has always been fighting on its own, and besides, I don't have the strength to protect you." ”

Ming Xue wanted to try to say a few more words, but Ming Lin respectfully interrupted: "If you can go to the Heavenly Sword Gate safely, the younger generation will not be able to repay you." ”

Li Motou walked out of the courtyard without looking back, and used Gangfeng to promote the refining of Daguang's true body.

He could hear a quarrel in the courtyard, no one could face death peacefully, and they all wanted to grasp all the straws that saved their lives.

"Each has its own fate."

"If you don't want to come to Tianjianmen, someone will definitely be willing to replace you, and it's not a ridiculous fluke."

The wind crackled, and the spiritual power of the great sun nourished the flesh and bones.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Li Mo's eyes.

Since the Sunlight Bodhisattva initially refined the False Buddha, it seemed that his body could be more and more in line with the sword intent when refining his body.

A hundred years ago, the sword intent was already the consummation of an unknown realm.

It's a pity that Li Mo didn't know how to improve his sword intent, so he couldn't make an inch of sword intent.

The way of the sword is as vast as the sea, even if he has the assistance of the dao species, it is a waste of time to explore it on his own.

After Li Mo got used to Gangfeng a little, he began the follow-up refining of the Phantom Fish Sword, and the shape of the magic weapon still maintained the green bamboo fishing rod.

All the spiritual materials revolve around the "illusion", making the Phantom Fish Sword even more curtain.

After all, Li Mo practiced the four exercises at the same time, and it was likely that he would comprehend a variety of sword intents in the future, and he didn't want the Phantom Fish Sword to be biased towards a certain spirit genus.

Sort out the ratio of spiritual materials, and refine it naturally.

The Phantom Fish Sword is completely fused with the Phantom Spirit Root, and it can already simulate the power of the Fake Buddha Sancheng, and the magic weapon does have further potential.

Li Mo threw out the phantom fish sword, refining his body while fishing at high altitude.

The Phantom Fish Sword released bursts of light and took refuge in the birds and beasts within a radius of ten miles, but it consumed less sword intent, and only took refuge for two or three breaths.

It is difficult to break through the sword intent, so simply practice using the sword intent.

A whale and an angler headed north.

The affiliated sword sects encountered along the way did not find the Kun whales hidden in the depths of the clouds.

Five years are fleeting.

Li Moxin woke up with a feeling.

What catches your eye is a boundless barren land.

The ground was covered with traces of sword qi wanton, and there were occasional raindrops of sword qi pouring out in midair.

Li Mo looked up.

The stars hang in the clouds, each with a different spiritual genus, and all of them are located in pavilions, and... Countless flying swords.

Lead the stars to refine the sword, test the sword with heaven and earth, and use all things to become a sword.

"Immortals are nothing more than that, right?"

[A million words!! 】

[Ladies and gentlemen, I hope to see you in the next million words!! 】

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