Several households were decorating, and all kinds of sounds were soaring together, and Lao Di instantly felt like a symphony

"If you want to take away my clan's phantom spirit nest, what are you going to do......?

Shadows rolled and lingered, and condensed faces appeared with unbridled mockery. In the background of laughter, the mockery is vividly revealed.

"Don't tell me that your sword is ridiculous, ridiculous. ”

Tan Weiran pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Why can't it be this sword?" Buzzing and trembling, it seemed like the sword was showing that it couldn't wait.

Yu Zhuyan glanced at it on the side, and found that it was completely different from the Shutu Sword, and immediately let out a gentle inhalation sound, which could not hide the shock.

Two spirit swords, two spirit weapons!

What kind of origin is this friend of hers, what kind of sect is a disciple?

The point is, she couldn't think of how Tan Weiran managed to raise the two spiritual weapons together in the Golden Mansion?

With a flick of his fingertips on the body of the sword, the delicate sword as a work of art emitted the sound of gold and stone, and Tan Weiran lowered his head and stared at the Wuxiang sword, as if he regarded it as a living being, and said to it: "He is an eight-rank shadow clan, and he dares to look down on you, hehe, do you think he is arrogant? I feel the same way." ”

The tremor of the sword's body became louder and louder, causing the air to seem to tremble, echoing its unique frequency, creating a certain resonance. What was terrifying was that this tremor gradually spread from the sword body into the air, and gradually even if there was no wind and no one moved, it was inexplicably torn out of the air by the Wuxiang sword.

The sharp whistling swirled in the air, gradually forming a trend of overwhelming mountains and seas. It seems that the sword is angry for contempt.

Pride is as it is, how can it tolerate naked contempt from the enemy!

The Wuxiang Sword made of special jade is delicate and crystalline, with a trace of dark red and scarlet like blood. It began to flow slowly through the blade of the sword.

Tan Weiran's performance was unusual, and the performance of this sword was even more unusual.

The shadows rolled and intensified, and the faces in them frowned like real people expressing their emotions. Obviously, finally sensing something unusual from some clues, the eighth-rank shadow clan let out a trace of shadow and drifted away, falling into the bodies of the two seventh-rank shadow clans.

As if given an order. The two seven-rank shadow clans slowly turned into black shadows, and quietly spread to talk about it.

Tan Weiran stroked the Wuxiang sword lightly, and his tone was low: "No one can look down on it, you don't deserve it." Raising his head slightly, a boiling wisp of fierce killing intent was released from every pore, boiling like water vapor.

The name of the sword is unthinkable.

It is the accumulation of the 63rd generation of the first seat of our line of Tianzong over the years, and it is also the representative of the first seat of our line of Tianzong in the past dynasties.

It is not an ordinary spiritual weapon, nor is it just the first token, but also the painstaking efforts of more than 12,000 years and 63 generations. From the first generation of the first seat. To the missing master Xu Daoning, each of them injected their own essence into the Wuxiang Sword.

It originally represents the struggle of the sixty-three generations, their defense of the sect, and their insistence on the faith!

The tip of the sword lightly crossed a wonderful arc, even if it was only an arc, it was so beautiful that it contained a thrilling heaven and earth truth!

The shadows conjured up by the two seven-rank shadow clans spread, and they were about to come to Tan Weiran's feet in the blink of an eye.

A stupid and arrogant Terran monk will never be able to change his blind and arrogant mistake in his life! It doesn't take much effort at all.

Looking at Tan Weiran, who was unconscious, the two shadow clans sneered in their hearts and condensed into human form. In the boiling black, hideous faces are condensed, vividly presenting murderous intentions. At this time, just as the two Shadow Clans were about to pounce on the conversation, they suddenly discovered ...... Is it dawn?

Yes, it's dawn.

The fiery red sun rose to the highest point in the sky and hung high in the sky. The happy release of light shines on the earth and brings light to the common people.

The sun is warm and intimate, like mercury infiltrating every corner and every crevice, and it seems to be brewing an extraordinary atmosphere. The warm sunlight will wash away all the dirt in the world. The shadows are all washed away, they are covered! there is no place for shadows.

In an instant, the two Seven Rank Shadow Clans felt as if they were unclothed, and they were suddenly naked in the sight of all living beings. If it is human, in addition to embarrassment and shame, it will probably be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

But for the ShadowClan, this is exactly what they fear, and the fewer shadows, the slower and more consumed.

The barren Geng 235 was filled with sunlight, and the light changed from bright to bright, but it was only a matter of a breath or two.

It is never an exaggeration to say that the wind and clouds have changed. A round of scorching sun suddenly dyed purple, and suddenly transformed into a crackling purple electric light, from intimate warmth to shuddering domineering, which is also a matter of blink of an eye.

The silver snake lightning that danced in the sky turned into a thunderbolt that shook the heart and fell from the sky.

Kill this Terran monk who is trying to get his hands on the Phantom Nest!

The two Seven Rank Shadow Clans roared in their hearts, but they found that the faint purple color was like an ocean, and they instantly slapped their heads on the shore. I didn't have time to call for help, I didn't have time to resist, and I looked at this purple wave in horror, completely engulfed.

Chop!

In a single breath, the two Seven-Rank Shadow Clans comparable to the Divine Illumination Realm were completely annihilated, and their breath was completely gone.

The Eight Rank Shadow Clan's eyes were dull for an instant, and a trace of fear sprouted from the bottom of his heart. It was as if frozen, the wild laughter, the coldness, the mockery, all stiffened on that face.

A small mouse that he could easily pinch to death turned into a deadly tiger.

The Thoughtless Sword exuded an aura that suffocated and suppressed the Eight Rank Shadow Clan, as if the air had become heavy, overwhelming him. Even, it made him have the illusion of being naked and exposed to the power of the Wuxiang Sword.

What a strong ninth-order spiritual weapon!

The heart of the Eight Rank Shadow Clan was piercing and cold, and the roar was deafening, to hide his fear and weakness: "You human race is the most greedy, every time you peep into my clan's phantom spirit nest, you should be killed!"

Thundered!

The boundless purple thunder vigorously spread all over Geng 235, thanks to the fact that this place had been destroyed once before by the ninth-order talisman, otherwise it would definitely be destroyed again at this time.

Tan Weiran's voice was full of sonorous: "Don't talk nonsense! Take me a trick ......"

Nine Tribulations Thunder!

The incomparably thick sword spirit bursts out with a domineering power that overrides all things! Unspeakable arrogance, it will blast everything into powder, and no one can stop it.

I dare to say that it is a sword that has reached the pinnacle.

Tan Weiran didn't make even a single superfluous move, guiding the power in the Wuxiang Sword. Gather all the spirits and spirits to the highest point, and then throw out a sword that sweeps away thousands of troops!

The sword spirit is one, two, and three...... The crazy ones are promoted to the strongest in the shortest time.

Purple, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The thunder and lightning sword was magnificent, turning into a purple wave. Rolling covered and even submerged the entire Geng 235.

Mo said that Geng 235 was only a few miles long and wide, even if it was hundreds of miles in radius, Tan Weiran controlled the power that was constantly boiling out of the Wuxiang Sword. If he wants to, he will be destroyed under this sword and become a scorched earth.

"Sixty percent sword spirit?"

Yu Zhuyan was so shocked that her heart was distracted, her face was discolored, and she couldn't believe her eyes, who had never been demure: "Brother Weiran, he ...... It's really a peerless genius, otherwise. How can you go to the next level on the basis of the forty percent sword spirit in just ten years?"

From 40% to 50%, the absolute difficulty doubles. Whether it is a spirit or a true soul, the more complete it is, the more difficult it becomes.

She has traveled all over the world and seen many martial arts geniuses in various worlds, including those who are famous all over the world, those who are unknown, those who are children of wealthy families, and those who are poor and self-cultivating. But I found out when I saw it today. I am afraid there are very few who can compare to this friend.

The domineering thunderbolt sword spirit is everywhere. The brutal and unreasonable crushing and bombardment of everything, the Eight Rank Shadow Clan could feel the sharp pain of being torn apart inch by inch every moment.

There is no way to fight.

If the Eight Rank Shadow Clan really has a face, it will definitely become very exciting. Because, if it were him, he would be able to compete with this sword, but at this time he was far less powerful than usual. Not only did he have no spare strength, but he was also hit hard.

The reason why the two seventh-rank shadow clans gave Chai Jing the last blow was that this eighth-rank shadow clan had no strength.

None of Chai Jing and Wei Qingming are easy to deal with, each of them does not lose much to him, and the wrong choice is the fierce battle in the Phantom Spirit Nest. Victory or defeat is unpredictable. Chai Jing's jade stone burned a ninth-order talisman to create a good opportunity for Wei Qingming to escape, and it almost dragged the battle into a situation of defeat and injury.

It wasn't the strongest Thoughtless Sword, nor was it all powerful, but it was enough to crush the weak Eight Rank Shadow Clan at this time!

The howls of the Eight Shadow Clan are full of unwillingness, despair and madness:

"No!"

With the cooperation of absolute strength, the Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound of Sixty Percent Sword Spirit was brought into full play for the first time, and the strongest power was completely presented. It was like a divine thunder falling from nine days, hitting the Eight Rank Shadow Clan, crushing and strangling again and again.

The thunder and lightning sword spirit overwhelmed Geng 235, and when the sword qi dissipated, the purple light floated away, and finally dispersed to reveal another broken Geng 235.

It was a pitch-black scorched earth world, as if even the earth had turned into charcoal, losing all color and luster.

Tan Weiran is comparable to the gods descending to earth, and there is a meaning of contempt, but I feel that I have never been so powerful in my life. I even feel that at this moment, I can completely kill the Doom Realm!

Unfortunately, an illusion is an illusion.

Tan Weiran will not take the illusion seriously, just because he understands very well that the strength is derived from the Wuxiang Sword, and the truth really belongs to him, only sixty percent of the sword spirit.

"This sword is a great gain. "The Spirit Wandering Realm can't fully exert the power of sixty percent of the sword spirit, so this is the strongest sword that Tan Weiran has cast, and it is also the most complete. With this sword, there is an unusual experience, and afterwards you only need to sink down and study, and you will be diligent.

I felt deep exhaustion coming, and it was obvious that the previous sword had consumed too much energy.

"Zhu Yan, quickly find the natal spirit smoke. Tan Weiran hurriedly put away his distracting thoughts, pulled Yu Zhuyan together, and sure enough, he found a few wisps of the Shadow Clan's natal spiritual smoke. The most surprising thing is that it is obviously the remnants of the Eight Rank Shadow Clan and others, and it is so pure that it is beyond imagination: "Hey, this time the little slave is blessed." ”

The natal spiritual smoke is not easy to preserve, and the little slave will definitely not be able to digest it for a while and a half, so he racked his brains to think of a way to preserve it. Suddenly, I remembered the golden jade divine wooden box, which happened to be able to preserve the natal spiritual smoke, and I was immediately happy.

Unexpectedly, the golden jade divine wooden box that Geng 235 picked up actually came in handy at this time.

As soon as the natal spiritual smoke was saved, Geng 235 suddenly shook, like a big ship in the angry waves, shaking and jolting.

The bumpy talk and Yu Zhuyan stood unsteadily, glanced at each other, and noticed that the aura was boiling, forming a whirlpool of spiritual energy, accompanied by a strange roar that came from nowhere.

At this time, above the nine-sky clouds outside the cave mansion, Zhong Yue, who was sitting and forgetting his self-cultivation, suddenly woke up, Huo Ran stood up, stared at the entrance of the cave mansion in the desert below, and muttered to himself:

"Something is wrong. (To be continued......)