Shangtuo's faint blue soul fire was beating, he scanned the crowd, and finally his gaze fell on Fang Shiyu's body, to be precise, at his feet.

There was a trembling four-legged snake there, and behind Fang Shiyu, a young girl was standing quietly at the moment, her body exuding the breath of life and death beads. In this way, what Xiang Liu said is not a lie.

"Shangtuo, I've already found the thief! Damn, my life and death bead was actually swallowed! Shangtuo, you get out of the way, I want to refine this human being, otherwise my thousands of years of hard work will be in vain." The eight-headed Xiangliu roared.

The black robe did not give an inch. Rules are rules, they are trialists, and Soyanagi is the guardian spirit.

"Xiangliu, this is the rule, go back!"

Xiang Liu smiled: "Hehe, the rules, for thousands of years, life and death, finally condensed a pearl of life and death, you tell me now, this is the rule? Today, I'm the opposite, fuck the rules!"

Rumble!

In an instant, the eight-headed Xiangliu set off a monstrous wave, which rode the wave and attacked the people on the shore.

Fang Shiyu looked down at the little four-legged snake at his feet, "What did you provoke?"

The four-legged snake didn't speak, of course, maybe it wouldn't speak at all, it just pulled Fang Shiyu's trouser leg aggrievedly, and on the other side, Ying Qiaoqiao, who had swallowed the pearl of life and death, was in a trance at this time.

The pearl of life and death is the result of thousands of years of painstaking refining of Xiangliu, which is full of vitality.

Ying Qiaoqiao is just a mortal fetus, and vitality washes her body, and also washes her soul and true spirit. Although Ying Qiaoqiao's realm cultivation has not improved much, her life level is changing at this moment.

It's hard to say the rest, but it's easy to live for thousands of years in the future, and the most important thing is that Ying Qiaoqiao has become a foundation building cultivator at this moment, and has turned into a special Dao body-life and death body.

That is the greatest effect of the Pearl of Life and Death, which is that it can make it comprehend the road of life and death at a deeper level.

And with the combination of Ying Qiaoqiao and the pearl of life and death, Xiang Liu was even more angry, because it was too late.

Above the nine heavens, Shangtuo was blocking Xiangliu, and the hundred-foot-high waves were blocked in front of him.

At this moment, Shangtuo said downward: "Leave quickly, this Xiangliu is already crazy!"

At this moment, everyone reacted, yes! The main thing at this time is not to open your eyes to watch the big guy fight in the sky, but to run away.

It was too late, but it was too soon, and everyone used their own means, and the girl ran away.

Fang Shiyu was not idle, he repeated his old skills, holding the vain man who had lost his cultivation in one hand, and Ying Qiaoqiao, who was in a state of confusion in the other, and flew straight into the forest, Fang Shiyu thought and thought, he said to Lin Feng and the rest of the disciples: "Follow me!"

He was going to take people to the place where the ghost car was staying, and even if the lake flooded up, there would be a high cliff to block it.

Qingyun everyone responded to the call.

At this time, the disciples of the Seven Sects, who were searching for treasures in the forest, also heard the sound outside at this moment, and they lurked cautiously.

"What's going on with this Qingyun Sword Pavilion? Didn't you say that there wasn't much danger? Why did monsters pop up one after another? Long Jiu died so miserably! You say, which unlucky guy is it now?"

"Listening to the sound, it seems to be coming from the lake, and the people from Qingyunmen are still there, maybe they have encountered it. Why don't we go check it out?"

"Look at a hammer, let's go quickly! wait for three o'clock in the afternoon, I'll be able to go up to the third floor, this hellish place doesn't even have a hair. Wait, what's flying in the sky?"

The disciple rubbed his eyes, he thought he was hallucinating. It shouldn't be, they obviously saw that Fang Shiyu was captured by a strange bird, why was he still hanging in the sky at this time, and most importantly, why was he still dangling with two people.

Then they noticed that someone was coming from behind them from the way they had come.

"Be careful! It could be someone from Qingyunmen. ”

This group of seven disciples drew their swords and waited for the battle, there were only seven or eight of them in number, in case they met Lin Feng and the others, wouldn't they be planted here?

It's near!

Sure enough, when the bushes in the distance were removed, they saw a group of Qingyun disciples.

But what stunned them was that these people actually bypassed them directly.

It stands to reason that there are many people on the other side, and there are few people on the other side, so the other party should not avoid it.

But then they found out the reason why Qingyunmen didn't look back.

"Damn, where did this huge wave come from!

In this way, the disciples of the seven sects also used their own means.

The waves came from the lake, turning everything they went into a place of water.

Not only that, but there are also thunderstorms in the sky. The energy of Xiangliu lies in controlling wind and water!

The black wind swept by, and the big tree hugged by several people broke off in response.

"Shangtuo, you don't want to stop me, since you won't let me step on land, well, I'll drown this realm. I see how you're going to sentence me for crossing the line?"

At this moment, on the eighth layer, the remnant light of the broken sword came to a grave, and a stone tablet was carved in front of the grave.

"The tomb of my brother Emperor Jun!"

The broken sword remnant light bowed to the tombstone, "Lord Jun, please show up!"

Not long after, a handsome man in white appeared in front of the grave, and he lightly opened his thin lips and said, "What is the matter with the spirit of the Emperor Sword here?"

"Lord Jun, the inheritor may have come! The old slave is here to ask you for instructions. ”

The man in white sneered and said: "Sword Spirit, why do you have to go against me, didn't my brother kill me with your sword that day? ”

"Okay, don't say pretty words, you really don't know what my brother meant by killing me in the first place? He just wanted to sacrifice the so-called Immortal Emperor's spirit with my life. At that time, how many people did they kill, how many living beings did they kill, but what was the result? It was just a joke, and the time to come has come!"

The man in white stopped and looked into the distance, as if he was remembering something.

The sword spirit no longer said anything about this, but changed his words and moved his gaze to the second floor.

"Lord Jun, can you have a favorite person in this trial?" the sword spirit asked tentatively.

The man in white glanced at the people on the second floor who were driven by the huge waves, and said lightly: "It's just a chicken and a dog!"

The sword spirit smiled bitterly: "Lord Wang, now that they are no longer immortal Gu, these people are also good seedlings!"

The sword spirit pointed at Lin Feng and Fang Shiyu respectively.

The man in white looked over and nodded reluctantly when he saw Lin Feng, but he was still a little short of getting his brother's inheritance, and when he saw Fang Shiyu, his brows furrowed.

"Descendant of the Valkyrie?"

Sword Spirit said: "Exactly. ”

"If I remember correctly, the Martial God Pulse and my Immortal Dao Pulse are immortal enemies. ”

The sword spirit immediately said: "Lord Wang, the years have passed, and now the immortal path is lacking, and the martial arts do not exist, how can there be any difference between immortal and martial arts?"

The man in white said coldly, "Do you want to choose him as the master?"

"I made a deal with someone, and I was going to assist him for 10,000 years. In these 10,000 years, if you meet someone who is destined as the emperor said, you will hand over the Sword Pavilion to the other party. ”

The man in white said angrily: "You have decided, and you still come to ask me what I am doing? Don't disturb me again, I won't be able to die a clean death." Also, I won't let anyone in on the eighth floor!"

The sword spirit said respectfully: "Yes, Lord Wang!"

After saying that, it suddenly turned into a sword light and disappeared into the eighth layer.

Although the Spirit of the Broken Sword was the supreme decider of this Qingyun Sword Pavilion, because of the identity of the eighth layer, it had to take into account the other party's feelings.

Since he has rejected himself, it shows that the other party does not accept and does not object.

The Spirit of the Broken Sword thought about it again and again, and it was better to say hello to a few old friends one by one.

On the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion, Dou Yu Palace, a one-horned green cow is lying next to the stove, this is the place where the emperor alchemized the pill, the green ox name Dou Ji is an ancient Rui beast, good at controlling fire alchemy, and it is the favorite companion beast of the Dan masters.

At this moment, Dou Yu opened his eyes, and what was in front of him was the Spirit of the Broken Sword.

"Old Niu, I want to recognize a master!"

Dou Ji lay motionless on his stomach: "Oh!"

"Old Niu, do you have anything to say?"

The Dan furnace in front of Dou Ji suddenly cracked, and nine pills of different grades flew out of it, from low to high.

"Give it to him, don't come to the fourth floor. ”

Dou Ji said exactly the same thing as Di Jun.

The fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion, the Heavenly Maiden Palace.

The environment of the Heavenly Maiden Palace is excellent, and it is where the three thousand beauties of the emperor were located. There are thousands of pavilions and buildings here, and the fairy aura is curling, and from time to time there are fairies flying in and out of the pavilions, but in the field of vision of the sword spirit, it is a ruined place, full of white bones.

Before the emperor left, he mercilessly killed them all here.

"Thousand Machine Niangniang!"

The Spirit of the Broken Sword bowed. At this time, in the largest pavilion in the center, a young woman in white flew out, the woman was immortal, delicate and delicate, black hair fell straight to the waist, phoenix crown bun, a pair of red phoenix eyes, very beautiful. This person was one of the emperor's favorite concubines.

She said in a voice like a silver bell: "It turned out to be Xiao Jian Jian! Xiao Jian Jian, are you willing to come down to see me?

The Spirit of the Remnant Sword took a step back, it turned into sword light at the moment, but it was disturbed by the charm of the Thousand Machines Niangniang.

"Haha! Xiao Jianjian is really ruthless. Like the emperor, it has been tens of thousands of years, and the emperor has not returned! ”

"Niangniang, the old slave is ready to recognize the master, does Niangniang have something to say?"

Qianji Niangniang smiled lightly: "The concubine is like a willow catkins, the concubine doesn't understand your man's affairs! It's just that this is my sister's paradise, and he still shouldn't come well. ”

Qianji Niangniang's eyes came out of blue light and looked at the second floor, and finally she pulled out a golden hairpin from the top of her head.

"This thing is given to the woman next to him, and the pearl of life and death is also a disaster of life and death, so let's have a good fate!"

Jian Ling said: "Thank you Niangniang!"

The sixth layer of the Sword Pavilion, this layer is the weapon layer, and the sword spirit also came out of here back then, but now it is dilapidated, and the weapons used by some of the emperor's subordinates are collected.

And the guardian of this layer is also a sword, but this sword is a sword used by women, and there is a spirit in the sword, and the temper is strange.

As soon as the Spirit of the Broken Sword stepped on, the other party gave it a big word: "Get out!"

This word is a regular script.

The spirit of the broken sword silently left a spiritual method and disappeared again.

After the spirit of the broken sword left, a Qingyun woman revealed her figure, she silently picked up the spiritual cultivation method, and took a sip: "You old thing still have a little conscience." ”

The seventh floor of the Sword Pavilion, this floor is big, like the first, second and third floors, this layer has the rotation of the four seasons, the earth, wind, water and fire, and even the sun, moon and stars. This is the place where the emperor kept his army and monsters in captivity, but like the rest of the floors, it was also killed.

The seventh layer is divided into four directions, with the green dragon in the east, the red bird in the south, the Xuanwu in the north, and the white tiger in the west. Of course, at this moment, these four divine beasts have turned into a pile of dry bones.

Unlike the rest of the undead, the spirits of the four divine beasts have dissipated, and the divine beasts are arrogant, and they do not want to live like this.

But now there are living beings in this realm, and there are several old demons caught from this realm 30,000 years ago, and they are all descendants of the four gods.

The sword spirit did not greet them this time, but made a move, the northern turtle lost an old armor, the eastern green snake lost a pair of relics, the southern firebird, the sword spirit slaughtered it easily, took its corpse and a few fruits, and flew westward.

The sword spirit he was going to come out in person to meet him, the one in the west.

"The White Tiger has seen Lord Jianzun!"

This white tiger is a purebred descendant, just because she is trapped in this world, she can't cultivate as a yuan baby, but in order to forcibly give birth, she is now dying, and there is a sleepy-eyed little tiger in front of it.

The white tiger said a little weakly: "Lord Sword Venerable, does Wu'er still have a way to live?"

30,000 years ago, the white tiger was pregnant, but it was already a seriously injured body, in order to save the tiger fetus, the white tiger has not advanced an inch for 30,000 years, if it is not the body of its divine beast, or it has already died of old age.

The sword spirit looked at the little white tiger, and finally crumpled the southern firebird's essence blood into a ball and threw it to it.

"You are originally a divine beast, but you are born with a deficiency, you don't have much life, and it may be difficult to feed. Fortunately, I have found a good place for it, so rest in peace!"

The white tiger prostrated on the ground excitedly: "Thank you, Lord Jianzun!"

The white tiger reluctantly glanced at the little tiger that didn't even open its eyes, and finally it raised its head to the sky and roared, which frightened the two people in the east and the north, and the one in the south died unjustly! But they dared not speak out, who called people the body of a divine beast? Even if it was a congenitally deficient divine beast, it was always better than these miscellaneous bloods.

Finally, the white tiger rose into the air and turned into a blazing white light, and then it condensed its lifelong cultivation into a tear-like droplet, and the water droplets fell on the top of the little tiger's head.

The sword spirit watched all this silently, it has no sorrow or joy, the cycle of life and death is not endless, some people die and some people are born.

It made a slight move, but the little white tiger flew behind it.

Then the sword spirit said to the monsters in the seventh layer: "From now on, the seventh layer is about to close, and you will wait for your own turtle breath, as short as ten years, as long as a hundred years, if you die, you will die!"

After saying that, the sun in the seven layers was suddenly extinguished, and the whole world fell silent.

Finally, the sword spirit that had done all this returned to the ninth layer, and it was playing with a dragon-shaped jade pendant in its hand.

"This is Bai Jun's thing, how can it appear here?"

The sword spirit closed his eyes and pondered, as if he were replaying a memory.

Three thousand years ago, a sneaky trialist appeared on the seventh layer, and that person was also a martial god bloodline, but his state was a little weird, not to mention the lack of divine souls, and the spirit and flesh were not in harmony.

Then he gave a piece of jade pendant in his hand to the firebird in exchange for a few vermilion fruits, and the picture came to an abrupt end.

"I see!"

Then the sword spirit pinched it slightly, and the jade pendant shattered with a "click", and this Qingyun Sword Pavilion put it bluntly, everything was under its control.

At the same time, in the unknown space-time gap above the Qingyun Continent, there was an immortal mansion standing above the spatial turbulence.

Emperor Donghua, you still have some skills, but your descendants are too wasteful. ”

.......

In the Qingyun Sword Pavilion, after the sword spirit had done all this, it decided to talk to Fang Shiyu directly, and it would be a waste of time to let them toss it again.

On the second floor, the monstrous waves have flooded most of the area, and Shangtuo can't stop it, he has turned into a skeleton after all, even if he has the heart to protect a group of trialists, but he can't beat Xiangliu.

While speculating as to why the Emperor Sword hadn't appeared yet, suddenly everything on the second layer stopped, as if time had stopped, except that thoughts were still flowing. The waves, the wind, and the fallen leaves that drifted halfway to the ground all stopped in the distance.

At this moment, the sword spirit appeared on the Siguo Cliff in the image of an old man.

Suddenly, Fang Shiyu moved, and he looked around with some confusion.

"Time stops?"

Then Fang Shiyu saw an old man, and the old man floated from a distance with his hand.

"You.. Who are you?"

The old man smiled and said, "You can call me Master Qingyun!"

"Master Qingyun?"

Fang Shiyu was a little confused, if he remembered correctly, this was the title of the head of Qingyun, and the guy in front of him didn't squint!

The old man seemed to see through Fang Shiyu's doubts, he waved his hand casually, and a water mirror appeared.

Qingyun Gate, Qingyun Peak, at this time, Li Qingyun was pranayama with his eyes closed.

"It's been a hundred years, and this kid has come to the end of his life. I am the arbiter here, and the ultimate goal of your trials. Ancient Martial God bloodline, the old man wants to ask you if you are willing to accept the final inheritance of the Sword Pavilion, carry the mission of the Sword Pavilion, and chase the steps of the Emperor?"

"Wait a minute, old man, you haven't made it clear what the hell is going on, why are you called Master Qingyun, and the squinting-eyed old man is also called Master Qingyun?" Fang Shiyu asked a little confused.

The reason why he deliberately diverted the topic was that he felt that this happiness came too suddenly, and some kind of emperor inheritance and the like actually fell on his head like this.

This is neither scientific nor immortal.

The old man smiled: "He came in a hundred years ago and asked the old man for the Qingyun Dan Method. If I don't give it, he will change his name to Qingyun Shangren, that's all!"

Fang Shiyu asked again: "Then why don't you give him the Qingyun Pill Method, isn't the Qingyun Sword Pavilion the inheritance place of the Qingyun Sect?"

The old man said indifferently: "Because he is not worthy!"

Fang Shiyu choked, well, the old man in front of him spoke so bluntly, it was a little hurtful.