Since this magic weapon was slashed by the sword, its aura has been damaged and it cannot be mobilized.

Now is the right time to refine this sword.

Although Dongfang Zimo couldn't repair the broken sword edge, he could also restore the aura of this cyan long sword.

This thing is a magic weapon used by ancient monks, and its power is needless to say.

With Dongfang Zimo's cultivation, even in the face of the Jindan monk, with the help of this sword, he has the power to fight.

No matter how bad the cultivation is, he can rely on the advantages of magic weapons to defeat his opponent.

After more than ten days of refining, the cyan long sword finally regained its aura, but Dongfang Zimo showed dissatisfaction.

"I always feel that this sword is a little weaker than when I first got it after recovering its aura." Dongfang Zimo smiled bitterly and stroked the somewhat dilapidated cyan long sword.

After putting away the cyan long sword, Dongfang Zimo's heart moved, and he took out a simple classic, which was the book of ten thousand swords.

"Ten Thousand Sword Trick Second Style, Sword Shadow ......" Dongfang Zimo looked at the classic book in his hand attentively, and quickly figured out the role of this sword technique.

"It can actually summon an afterimage to fight, as mysterious as a clone!" Dongfang Zimo stood up excitedly, happily pondering the sword trick inside.

"You can't cultivate in the late stage ......of foundation building, and the sword shadow can have another mystery" After reading the sword technique, Dongfang Zimo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that this sword technique still had cultivation restrictions.

However, now that he is a monk in the late stage of foundation building, he can naturally practice.

What puzzles Dongfang Zimo is what the other mystery mentioned in the classics refers to.

"Forget it, now is not the time to ponder this, it's not so easy to cultivate the Sword Shadow to Dacheng." Dongfang Zimo shook his head, regained his composure, and began to cultivate the sword shadow.

This set of sword techniques is even more difficult to cultivate than the previous ones, and Dongfang Zimo is not only distressed, but also looking forward to the power of this sword shadow.

The four seasons passed like a phantom, and there was still no movement in the two caves.

On a sunny day, a thick golden ray of water from one of the caves shot straight into the sky.

The sky suddenly flashed and thundered, and rolling dark clouds spread all around, forming a huge whirlpool centered on the golden rays.

This strange vision of heaven and earth directly alarmed Dongfang Zimo, who was cultivating.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Dongfang Zimo flew directly out of the cave and came into the air.

"It's ...... Could it be that Senior Brother he is attacking Jindan! Dongfang Zimo looked at the golden vortex and gasped to himself.

You must know that the two of them arrived at the late stage of foundation building at the same time, but they didn't expect Yang Chen to be able to impact Jindan so quickly.

Dongfang Zimo smiled bitterly and probed the four seats.

"Now that Senior Brother is attacking Jindan, he can't be disturbed by the outside world, and he must protect the Fa for him." Dongfang Zimo thought in his heart, urged the magic weapon to arrange a magic circle near the cave, and hid himself, observing the neighborhood with his divine sense at all times.

The golden vortex in the air was so dazzling that it could be detected with divine sense even within a radius of a hundred miles.

Fortunately, the location of the cave of the two was very remote, and even if some monks noticed this vision, they only showed surprised expressions and did not pay much attention to it.

These people naturally knew in their hearts that there were Taoist friends who were impacting their cultivation around here, and if they stepped forward to disturb and affect the other party's breakthrough, they might even bring trouble to themselves afterwards.

And so, the vision of the sky continued for half an hour without any sign of abating.

Above a desolate rock, two monks were anxiously urging the magic weapons under their feet.

"Big brother! Are you sure that the vision was sent by a monk in the late stage of foundation building, such an amazing vision, how can I not look like it, if it was sent by a monk Jindan, we would be in danger of life. A man wearing a hat and a rough coat said with some uneasiness.

"It's just that a late-stage monk is breaking through the Golden Pill, how can he hide it from me. This person is entering the impact stage, but it is a good time to sneak attack, you must know that there are a lot of magic weapon spirit stones in the storage bag of a late-stage monk. Another man with a blade on his waist and a scar on his face said with a wicked smile.

"Hey, hey! With the words of the eldest brother, the younger brother will rest assured! The monk with a hat grinned.

"That's it! Hurry up, if that person finishes attacking the golden pill, it will be bad for us. The scar man smiled and said calmly.

Dongfang Zimo, who was meditating on a certain rock, suddenly had a sinking face, and his eyes were not kind to look in a certain direction.

"Looks like a couple of rats have snuck in." Dongfang Zimo's divine sense probed and found that two monks were rushing towards Yang Chen's cave mansion outside Qianzhang.

Dongfang Zimo released the flying sword and disappeared in place.

In the sky above Yang Chen's cave mansion, two monks each manipulated magic weapons and were preparing to destroy the enchantment on the cave mansion.

"Who's where!" The scarred man's hand stopped moving, and he yelled solemnly into the void.

The next moment, a turquoise blue long sword flew out in two, approaching the two of them.

"Not good!" The man in the hat screamed in surprise and swung two flying forks to block the flying sword.

"I'll only warn you once, get out of here immediately, or you're welcome!" Dongfang Zimo recalled the flying sword and said coldly to the two of them.

"Late stage of foundation building!" As soon as the man with the scar saw that Dongfang Zimo had a late-stage monk, his face became a little difficult to look at.

"What to do, big brother! The other party actually has a late-stage monk to help protect the Dharma, it seems that this trip is not good for us! The man in the hat said in embarrassment.

"Humph! With our cultivation, I'm afraid he won't succeed! Kill him, and then kill the people inside, the net worth of the two late-stage monks is a hundred times better than that of ordinary foundation building monks! The scarred man hesitated, then looked greedy.

Then the man suddenly came out with a talisman, and a ray of light shot out. With a wave of the blade in his hand, a powerful sword aura made the surrounding aura agitate.

Seeing this, the man in the hat sacrificed two flying forks without thinking, and turned into two pythons in a dripping turn.

"Look for death!"

Dongfang Zimo's voice was awkward, he pinched the sword trick in his hand, and his body was blurred for a while, and he actually split into a clone.

The two Dongfang Zimo were both holding a red long blade, and in an instant, two red flames flew out in the sea of fire under a dragon groan, and the temperature of the air instantly became hot.

Whether it was a python or a sword qi, all of them were wiped out under these two fire dragons.

Seeing this, the man with the scar was full of fear, and without saying a word, he directly summoned a flying sword and fled.

The man in the hat was only a little sluggish, and he was washed by the fire dragon and turned into ashes.

"Since you're here, stay forever!" Dongfang Zimo sacrificed a cyan long sword, and with a "whoosh", a cyan ray of light shot out, and in less than a moment, a miserable scream was heard in the distance, and a corpse fell from the air.

The cyan light flew in, turned back into a long sword, and was put away by Dongfang Zimo.