Just when Zhao Lei's body was undergoing earth-shaking changes, many elders outside were waiting anxiously.

As far as Bai Shu is concerned, the level of anxiety in his heart is no less than that of Feng Qian and Xiao Yi.

The weight of the other elders was a little lower, although they were talking a lot below, but they didn't dare to offend Xiao Yi, so no one came out to ask or say anything else.

They were afraid that this would cause a misunderstanding between Xiao Yi and Feng Qian, but Bai Shu didn't have to care too much about these things.

"We've been waiting for so long, and there's no movement inside, will something happen to Mu Xin, or let's go in and take a look."

"You dare, if you disturb Mu Xin, see that I don't pick your skin."

Bai Shu looked at Xiao Yi, who was angry, and glanced at Feng Qian and Liang Ji, who were standing next to him, and found that the two of them also had displeasure on their faces.

He thought that the head of the house would definitely not agree with his idea, so he put out this thought, but in the face of Xiao Yi's cruel words, he would not suffer this loss.

"It's not certain who picks whose skin!"

"We'll see!"

Xiao Yi is still thinking about it now, Zhao Lei, who is in the sword mound, thinks that it is not good to do it now, and then he put a cruel word and does not bother with Bai Shu anymore.

Zhao Lei didn't expect the scene outside, because he had become a pot of porridge, and at this time, his dantian had also become a pot of porridge.

However, the pain in Zhao Lei's lower abdomen gradually weakened, but the previous situation did not get better because of the reduction of pain, but became more critical.

Half of the sword body of the Devouring Immortal had already come out of the dantian, and if it weren't for the mana from the outside to support it, the Devouring Immortal might have been driven out long ago.

But such a stalemate is destined to be futile, because Zhao Lei's mana is completely insufficient to support the devouring immortals and fight against the sword aura.

Finally, with Zhao Lei's last effort, the devouring immortal was still driven out of the dantian.

But the devouring immortal did not come out of Zhao Lei's body, and it was still transformed into his flesh and blood.

Because once the Devouring Immortal appears outside, the body that it can still maintain will probably suffer a heavy blow immediately.

But the aura of the sword path obviously does not allow other existences in Zhao Lei's flesh and blood, and it also followed, looking at it like this, it is clear that he wants to kill them all.

Under the encirclement and interception of the sword aura, the devouring immortal was really helpless, and was driven into Zhao Lei's right hand.

And the sword aura that followed also followed, just when the devouring immortal ran to Zhao Lei's index finger.

The other thumbs and all the palms were occupied by the aura of the sword, and the devouring immortals were already in danger.

At this most critical juncture, Zhao Lei's right hand suddenly raised, and his index finger was placed on the center of his eyebrows.

The devouring immortal did not delay, and saw that it entered Zhao Lei's eyebrows between the lightning and flint.

Although Zhao Lei's dantian was damaged, his physique was greatly improved due to a blessing in disguise, and this sword aura was crisscrossed within his body, which only caused blood marks in the Dao, but it did not hurt the root, and it recovered in an instant.

And the devouring immortal also entered Zhao Lei's eyebrows, and this sword aura also wanted to keep up when he saw this, but how could Zhao Lei do what he wanted, he used the mana in the acupuncture points, and a rush of brains poured out, directly wrapping his right hand, trying his best to trap the sword dao breath in his right arm.

But this barrier was only instantaneous, how could Zhao Lei's mana be the opponent of this sword breath, just like the red-hot soldering iron, straight into the solidified lard.

The power of the sword aura is devastating, and Zhao Lei's mana is a complete failure.

At this critical moment, Zhao Lei's right hand appeared with the mysterious Dao pattern.

One by one, like the tadpoles, appeared on Zhao Lei's body, and then all rushed towards his right hand.

After these patterns reached Zhao Lei's right arm, they were connected to each other, emitting a blood-colored light, just like a pair of solid blood armor.

Under the interconnection of these qi machines, the mana that had been retreating gradually stabilized.

They resisted this sword aura to the death, and Zhao Lei's right arm made a sharp sound of steel colliding.

The sound of swords filled the air, and the armor was covered with all kinds of sword marks, but the situation was stable.

This sword mark is the ancestor of the Lingyu Sect, and it took more than ten years to seal it.

How could it be that Zhao Lei could simply seal it on his right arm.

Since the sword mark has been imprinted in Zhao Lei's mind, he will naturally not simply destroy him because of his disobedience and choose someone again.

Such repetition is not the nature of the sword marks.

At this time, Zhao Lei had already tried his best, he didn't want to be expelled from his body, and he didn't want to lose his sword marks.

And the sword mark obviously didn't want to hurt Zhao Lei, so it was a stalemate for a while.

The sword marks were waiting for Zhao Lei's mysterious Dao pattern to be exhausted, and Zhao Lei was struggling to support it.

And the devouring immortal that has entered Zhao Lei's eyebrows has been killed back at this time, it is impossible for it to look at Zhao Lei alone, struggling to support here, and it has always been obsessed with the revenge of being hunted down before, and wants to take revenge back.

Although the sword mark didn't want to hurt Zhao Lei, he didn't have a good face for this devouring immortal, and he faced Zhao Lei's mysterious Dao pattern before, and there was still some weak sword dao aura, but at this time, it was like a bamboo.

The situation will go back to the way it was before, like a cycle.

Zhao Lei hurriedly separated the devouring immortal and the sword mark, and used himself as the dividing line to separate the two, and the scene was temporarily relieved, but Zhao Lei didn't know what to do next.

Fortunately, things finally took a turn for the better, and the sword spirit in Zhao Lei's mind slowly began to tremble, and then became more and more intense, and finally a faint consciousness entered Zhao Lei's mind.

The devouring immortal, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally took the initiative to contact Zhao Lei again.

"Master, you transferred my consciousness to the body of the sword mark, and I will communicate with him, if the stalemate continues, it will also be a damage to you, master."

Hearing the words of the sword spirit, Zhao Lei hesitated, but in the end, he still transferred his consciousness to the imprint of the sword mark through himself.

Because it is not a way to continue like this, it is better to follow the method of the sword spirit and see if there is any solution between the two of them.

At first, the sword mark was still very repulsive to the consciousness of devouring immortals, but because it was wrapped in Zhao Lei's divine soul.

Therefore, the sword mark did not forcefully exclude the consciousness of devouring immortals, and in the end, under Zhao Lei's tough actions, the consciousness of devouring immortals fell on the mark of the sword marks.