The imperial envoy left the sword, and the sword qi urged was fiery red, which was compressed by Qin Sang at a length of one zhang, and it was a little illusory at the beginning, and it was uncertain, but under Qin Sang's control, it became more and more condensed.

Waiting for the sword qi to stabilize, Qin Sang's eyes were like electricity, and he stared at Yan Lijian for a long time, and suddenly shouted softly: "Open!"

The sword roared, the smoke left the sword and trembled suddenly, and the sword qi surged violently like a cloud in the wind.

I saw a crack appear in the sword qi, the crack became bigger and bigger, and the sword qi was peeled off from the spirit sword, turning into a fiery red qi, burning like a raging fire, and then dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Sang didn't dare to slack off, and in accordance with the requirements of the Thousand Machines Sword Array, he urged his divine consciousness and spiritual power with all his might, and did his best to collect the sword qi that had been peeled off to prevent it from dissipating.

After the sword qi stabilized slightly, he began to separate a wisp of divine consciousness into the sword qi, trying to condense the sword qi according to the method taught in the sword technique.

As Qin Sang condensed, this group of sword qi fluctuated violently, sometimes compressed, sometimes stretched, and gradually moved closer to the shape of the spirit sword, and finally could barely maintain the sword shape.

But it was still far from the requirements of the Thousand Machines Sword Array, and once Qin Sang let go of the suppression, the sword qi would immediately dissipate. The sword qi must be condensed to a certain level, and it can be transformed into a spirit sword shape to exist for a long time before it can be considered successful.

This is also the biggest difficulty of "Thousand Machines Sword Technique".

Just as Qin Sang tried to continue.

'Poof!'

Without warning, the sword qi suddenly exploded, and one after another sword qi like needlepoints burst out in all directions, and it was about to stab the cave into a hornet's nest.

Qin Sang's face was slightly gloomy, and he dispersed the wisp of divine consciousness in the sword qi in time, and then waved his hand to extinguish the sword qi, frowned and thought about it, and stood up.

The cave mansion is too small, if the sword qi is not controlled well, it may collapse the cave mansion after the outbreak, and if the spiritual vein is damaged, it will be more than worth the loss. Thinking of this, Qin Sang put away his cigarette and sword, cleaned up his sundries, closed the cave, and flew towards Xianglong Mountain.

Everything is the same as before in Huilongguan, since Qin Sang occupied it, it was closed with clouds and mist, and he never appeared in front of people, and the mortals under the mountain gradually got used to it.

There was a transmission note inside, which was sent by Senior Brother Wen, informing him that he had not found the depleted spiritual spring for the time being, and Qin Sang remembered that he had forgotten to tell Senior Brother Wen about this last time, so he hurriedly replied and asked some other questions.

Gu Tiannan's master and apprentice regarded Huilongguan as a cave, and his spiritual power was naturally not bad, and the requirements for spiritual power in practicing swordsmanship were not harsh.

Qin Sang sat on the ground in the courtyard, but this time he didn't use his smoke to leave the sword, but directly summoned the ebony sword.

After a month-long recuperation, the ebony sword has already smelted the golden silk cedar wood, and the sword tire has a little more purity and turquoise than before, as for whether it can withstand the second killing talisman, Qin Sang is still uncertain, all he can do is collect as much spirit wood as possible, improve the strength of the ebony sword, and not let the ebony sword become a shortcoming that limits his cultivation.

The Ebony Sword was his natal spirit sword, and it was more handy to control than the Yanli Sword, and Qin Sang easily proceeded to the previous step and summed up the experience of failure.

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The scorching summer days have finally passed, and when it comes to the harvest season, the villagers under Xianglong Mountain do not forget to look up at the mysterious mountain top when they are working, and they are excited and talk non-stop.

There is a smoky place, which does not disperse for a long time, and there is a Taoist temple inside, and there is a legend that there are immortals.

In just a few years, there have been countless immortal seekers who have come here.

Some people live outside the clouds, kneel and worship every day, never get a response, but never give up, only when their heart to the Tao is not sincere enough, and the immortal chief is testing himself.

Someone risked his life and broke into the clouds, hovered in it for days, and woke up hungry to find himself at the bottom of the mountain.

Among them, there are many dignitaries and knights.

More and more immortal seekers gathered here, and with the high housing prices in the village, it gradually developed into a small town and became more and more prosperous.

The villagers benefited, and many saw the opportunity and started to make other livelihoods, and they could live well without farming. They are grateful to the gods on the mountain, and they worship more sincerely than they ask for immortals.

As everyone knows, there are no immortals in the Taoist temple on the mountain, only one who is struggling to pursue monks on the road of cultivating immortals.

Qin Sang sat alone in the courtyard, not moving for two months, and his back looked extremely lonely. He didn't know anything about what was going on down the mountain, his body was covered in dust and fallen leaves, and his mind was in the spirit sword.

'Whew!'

A blood light broke through the air, and suddenly returned, suspended side by side with the ebony sword, it turned out to be a blood-colored small sword, and if you look closely, you can find that the small sword has a bit of an illusory feeling, and it is actually composed of sword qi.

Qin Sang opened his eyes and looked at the blood-colored little sword with some excitement, a total of three months of penance before and after, finally let him practice this sword technique!

However, the power of a sword qi was extremely weak, and it was not enough to arrange the sword array.

Qin Sang immediately sank his mind into the blood-colored little sword again.

Ten days later, with a slight flick of the little sword, it split into two, and the two sword qi became extremely illusory, making it difficult to maintain their shape. Qin Sang's face tightened, and he suppressed it with all his might, and finally maintained his sword qi without collapsing.

After a while, the small sword composed of two sword qi slowly took shape.

Qin Sang smiled slightly, and sacrificed the ebony sword together, the tips of the three small swords were facing each other, pointing to the middle together, and when there were more split sword qi in the future, it would form a disc like when Wu Yuesheng made his hand.

The cultivation of the Thousand Machines Sword Formation has reached its peak, and it can split into sixty-four sword qi and form a formation with the ebony sword. However, as the split sword qi became more and more, the requirements for cultivators became higher and higher.

Qin Sang could clearly feel the qi traction between the ebony sword and the sword qi, and he only needed to concentrate on manipulating the ebony sword to control the sword formation.

What made Qin Sang happy was that the sword qi of the ebony sword formed a sword formation, and the killing intent carried by the sword qi was also increased, and it had a stronger impact on the enemy's mind.

'Whew!'

The sword qi was retracted, and the ebony sword flew back to Qin Sang's eyebrows.

Condensed two sword qi, it is enough for the time being, take your time in the future, I have been staying in Huilongguan for more than three months, I don't know what happened in the cave, can the roots of that section really ripen the spiritual spring?

Qin Sang stood up, the light on his magic robe flashed, swept away the dust of the fallen leaves, swept his eyes, and detained the transmission note sent back by Senior Brother Wen, after reading the content inside, his expression moved slightly, and after thinking for a while, Edgeworth went straight to the cave.

All the while, he never looked down the mountain.

Quietly diving under the water and opening the Xuanming Tortoise Shell Array, Qin Sang hurriedly walked into the cave mansion, and an extremely surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face, the spiritual power in the cave mansion was twice as strong as before he left!

Qin Sang immediately dodged to the edge of the pool and looked at the spiritual spring.