As if feeling the erosion of the Yin Fire from the Demon Pill, the Qinghong Sword kept struggling, and let out a low sword groan. When I heard it, there was a bit of mourning.

A trace of tears appeared in the purple-clothed young man's right eye, but soon he lost the tears in the corners of his eyes, and said with a fierce expression: "No one can look down on me, they all say that I am a demon, even if I have now refined most of the python essence in my body, they can't accept me again, since this is the case, then why should I let them accept it? I want to change them, completely change all of them, which also wraps you, you are my natal spirit sword, then you can't refuse me."

As he spoke, his left eye flickered, and his left eye, which was no different from that of ordinary people, was flooded with a trace of blood at this time, and instantly turned into the pupil of the blood wheel.

It expands into a python pattern along the corners of the eyes to the sides, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

In his eyes, Qinghong Sword seemed to feel the change in his master's mood, and let out a buzzing sword groan. The low whirling sound goes around the beam and passes over the ears, making an extremely crisp sound.

The voice seems to have some kind of willpower, which makes people feel its strong reluctance and resistance.

But all heaven and earth spiritual things have their spirituality, and this is the result of the creation of heaven and earth. This Qinghong Sword is even more of a heavenly and earthly treasure among spiritual objects. Therefore, the spirituality contained in the Qinghong Sword is even more than ordinary spiritual objects.

The Qinghong Sword is the treasure of the Qingyun Sect, in addition to its own spirituality, it also adheres to the heroic righteousness of several generations of Qingyun Patriarchs.

Therefore, after sensing the appearance of python essence in Lin Zhize's body, he could no longer accept him as a new owner. This is also the reason why Lin Zhize wants to refine the Qinghong Sword again.

You are unwilling, I am willing, once I also resisted and struggled like you, but in the end they all turned their backs on me.

You are mine, and in that case you must apply to me.

Lin Zhize raised his face, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth, waved his hand and grabbed another pile of demon pills and threw them in.

Suddenly, the demon fire soared into the air, reflecting Lin Zhize's cold face, which was even more hideous and terrifying.

At this time, Lin Zhize had already turned into a beast, and after only endless hatred and revenge in his eyes, he vented his pleasure.

It seems that he has regarded Qinghong Sword as the object of all his tragic fate.

Qinghong Sword let out a low hum, and the voice seemed to be weeping, wailing.

Listening to Lin Zhize's ears, it became even more ironic. He bit his finger hard, and then spurted a stream of python blood from his finger.

As his fingers slidied, the red blood line turned into a blood curse.

The Qinghong Sword, which was still struggling in the demon fire, was violently swallowed at this time.

It seemed to be a little unbearable, and the spiritual energy inside the sword body actually spewed outward, while the demon fire outside swept up crazily.

Under the blazing demon fire, the Qinghong Sword completely disappeared. In the end, even the gentle shaking sound was drowned in the whistling demon fire airflow.

When the demon fire swallowed the black tongue of fire, and the air was filled with a suffocating yin, the Qinghong Sword burst out from the sword body with the last spiritual power, accompanied by the unwilling sound of the sword, the black flames around the Qinghong Sword were completely extinguished. At this time, a pale black-purple blue rainbow sword was exposed.

is still so sharp, but it seems to be less spiritual, more murderous.

Lin Zhize had been staring at Qinghong Sword all the time, and there was no sadness or joy on his face, but he just walked forward very indifferently.

He bent down slightly, reached out and pulled out the Qinghong Sword.

When the sword light flickered out from the black qi, it seemed that there were thousands of ghosts roaring in the entire canyon.

The Qinghong Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a sharp sword intent erupted from the blade.

Lin Zhize held the hilt of the sword, and the sword trick was triggered, and the sword light was awe-inspiring. Rings of sword qi swayed out from beside him.

At first, I saw the sword light, and then the wind and thunder surged, the dust on the ground flew, and the grass and blades were all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Where the sword technique leads, the evil qi is as thick as smoke, and after breaking through the air, the purple sword qi is sprayed, and there seems to be a colorful giant python swimming in it.

In a secluded corner of Qingyun Altar, Lin Xuanxun was meditating on his knees, his body was surrounded by sword intent, at this time, his whole person was like a sword, and his body seemed to be real and empty.

This is the six realms of swordsmanship, the sword intent is inspired.

Lin Xuanxun has been stuck in this realm for more than ten years, but he didn't expect that at this moment, he seemed to have some kind of state of mind comprehension, and there was a faint breakthrough in the realm.

Just when Lin Xuanxun was about to try to break through the realm again in one fell swoop, he suddenly sensed a trace of extremely cold aura in the six senses.

He jerked to his feet, strode out of the temple door, and peered toward the valley to the west.

Could it be that there are evil creatures born in this wild land?

As far as Lin Xuanxun knew, there were countless poisons and demon beasts gathered in this Desolate Immortal Valley, and many of them had cultivators, but most of them were not enough to threaten the safety of Qingyun Altar, so Lin Xuanxun didn't clean them up, after all, God has the virtue of a good life, and all living beings have their way of survival.

However, if an extremely ferocious and demonic thing was really born, then he could not stand idly by as the head of the Qingyun Altar.

After all, he had to consider the safety of hundreds of disciples up and down the Qingyun Altar.

Lin Xuanxun pressed his fingers to the center of his eyebrows, and a sword intent shot out from his fingertips, instantly covering the six senses within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Lin Xuanxun frowned slightly, strange? Could it be that there was a mistake in induction?

In Lin Xuanxun's six senses, not only did he not find any demonic things, but even the poisons and demon beasts were much less than before.

Lin Xuanxun looked suspicious and retracted his six senses, and returned to the hall with a look of worry.

In the realm of cultivation like his, it is very rare for him to make mistakes in his senses, which makes Lin Xuanxun feel a little uneasy in his heart.

A cultivator is already going against the sky, but the slightest deviation will lead to going mad, and his cultivation is already on the verge of breaking through, Lin Xuanxun didn't dare to underestimate it, he hurriedly re-activated the sword technique, and looked at himself.