The sword is not unsheathed, but it is groaning.

The boiling spiritual power source made the sword body tremble, and the scabbard collided with a violent sound, and the sound became more and more intense until it was unbearable, and everyone in the valley stopped their hands, covering their ears in shock.

"I'm going to be deaf!!" Lu Zhongming got closer, devastated, and quickly walked away with his sword tightly covering his ears.

No one stopped him, and the people nearby were frantically staying away, including the three monks that Feng Zhiping wanted to protect.

Zhao Hui Zhaoqing quickly fled with a grudge that could not move, and Hu Renguang had the intention to stop it, but he was locked by a terrifying qi and did not dare to move.

The qi machine is Feng Zhiping's, but the root cause is not him but his sword.

The sword seemed to be alive, and the dragon-shaped thunder phantoms coiled up and down, and the scabbard could not withstand the huge force and had already cracked, but it was squeezed by the more majestic aura of the outside world and could not disintegrate.

That aura comes from nature, is scattered between the heaven and earth aura, the tower of heaven and earth aura is obviously much richer than the outside world, at this time by the sword attracted crazy convergence, has formed the prototype of the aura storm.

Feng Zhiping was covered in cold sweat, like sitting on pins and needles, he didn't want to make such a big move at all, but he misestimated the concentration of aura here, and it was difficult to ride a tiger at this time.

"He, he seems to be out of control?" Xu Daoren was shocked, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like it.

There were all the masters present, and they all saw the clues, and their faces changed wildly.

"He's going crazy, he's going to explode, run!"

With a shout, the group rose and fled, what crystal and what was cunning, I couldn't care about it at this time.

An innate self-destructive was already terrifying, but now it has triggered a frenzy of spiritual energy, and once it erupts, the entire valley and even the surrounding large area will be scorched earth, and there will be no life.

And that's not the worst of it, the most terrible thing is the aftermath after the outbreak.

If his obsession before death is strong enough, the spiritual consciousness and Yuan Li that can remain for some time will also be integrated into the aura, so that the ownerless heaven and earth aura will enter a special state of semi-refining, and a series of chain reactions will make the aura here turn into "spiritual poison", and once it invades the body, it will be quite troublesome.

This is the reason why congenital masters are not allowed to shoot easily in crowded areas, especially the two levels of physical and martial souls, the impact of the shot will affect a large area for several years, during which only ordinary people who are extremely insensitive to aura can enter the affected area, and the martial artist will either die or be injured when he enters, which is equivalent to the forbidden area, which is the origin of the original covenant of the martial gods.

Now that Feng Zhiping has inadvertently caused such a tragedy, everyone present scolds his mother, and at the same time is full of doubts, how could his spiritual sense cause such a big movement?

Could it be some kind of secret technique of the Sword Marquis Mansion?

It's just a game, it's a big deal to admit defeat and quit, why be so extreme?

Sick!

Definitely sick!

People are running, and they are also running over the mountains, and they are moving faster.

Their sensitivity to the aura of heaven and earth is incomparable, and they noticed that something was wrong as early as the first sword chant, and they abandoned their targets and turned around and fled.

The people inside the tower panicked, and the people outside the tower were also frightened.

Ordinary people didn't know why they were laughing, pointing and saying that the sword marquis was so powerful, and he could scare away so many people by posing, and he didn't realize that the people in the martial arts around him got up in shock, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were frightened and puzzled.

How did he do it?

Others can't figure it out, with the exception of three people.

In the ring, Zhan Qianwu had been paying attention to the situation in the tower with a fixed focus, and stopped when the prototype of the spiritual power frenzy appeared, ignoring the incomprehensible opponent, biting his lip and staring at the phantom in mid-air.

This idiot!

Also scolding like this is Feng Moxiu, his handsome face that is completely out of age is completely overcast, his eyes are flashing with fire, and he secretly gritted his teeth as if he wanted to eat people.

You Wanli was still excited, and he turned his head to communicate with Feng Moxiu, but when he saw this expression, his heart tightened.

"What, in danger?"

Feng Moxiu nodded, hesitating.

On the other side, Kong You knew what he was thinking, leaned over a little and glanced at the nameless and the others, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Master Hou, do you want to ask them to help?"

The White Pagoda is the magic weapon of the Qiankun Pavilion, Nameless must have a way to control it, if someone can save Feng Zhiping from fire and water, it is undoubtedly Nameless Nine of them.

"No, he suffers his own sins, he should have a long memory, Benhou's son is not so short-lived!"

Feng Moxiu refused, glanced at the nameless direction, and snorted: "And there is no need for us to say, they will interfere, you see their expressions, they are more nervous than Benhou, like their sons!"

You Wanli and Kong You looked at it in a blink of an eye, and they both pursed their lips and couldn't help laughing. Quick Eye 123

Nameless, who had always been breezy and light, had changed color at this moment, his face was tense, and the green tendons on both sides of his forehead exploded.

The other eight people were the same, all with serious faces, their hands changed one after another, and the angry ones immediately flaunted their lips and didn't know what they were saying, looking at their expressions, it shouldn't be chanting a mantra.

Ma Yao is really not reciting a mantra, he is so angry that he is scolding his mother.

Playing from the first time they met Feng Zhiping did not play cards according to common sense, this time he entered the Three Immortals Pagoda, it can be said that under the complete control of the nine of them, who would have thought that they could still toss out the moth, and they couldn't stop it!

"How the hell did he communicate with the spiritual power core?"

"Damn, with another vein, if you go on like this, the aura operation of the entire tower will be taken over by him!"

"Dean, why don't you cut off the spiritual veins directly, let the others out first, and kill him! In this way, it is very likely that there will be spiritual annihilation, and then the entire space in the tower will collapse and annihilate, and then it will be too late to do it again!"

"I know that he is a celestial, you can't make up your mind, otherwise I will be in charge, all the responsibility belongs to me, and the blame of this sect is all mine!"

"Shut up!" Nameless shouted, annoyed, and said with a gloomy face, "Needless to say, I have my own plans, do my best to maintain the status quo, and I am not allowed to act rashly, and wait!"

Immediately, Yao was anxious: "Still waiting, once the space is gone, everyone will have to die, how can we explain to the emperor!"

Nameless turned his head suddenly, staring at Ma Yao, his gaze was as cold as ice: "When do I need to explain to others when I am acting in Qiankun Pavilion?" I am the dean of Yibo Academy, this matter is decided, not much to say!"

Immediately Yao was dumbfounded, silent for a moment unwilling, and wanted to persuade again, not far away Mr. Diao, who was wide and fat, coughed and said with relief: "Brother Ma, don't be nervous, although he is out of control, we don't, the Three Immortal Pagoda is still under our control, but a few spiritual veins are out of control." In case the situation you said came true, it would not be too late for us to do so, and in my opinion he was not completely out of control, you see, he was in a clear state of mind and had been trying to dissipate his strength. ”

Immediately Yao opened his mouth, sighed and nodded in acknowledgement, his mind was tightly concerned about the situation in the tower, and he was ready to respond at any time.

At this time, Mr. Yang, who was thin and tall, suddenly let out a "huh" and opened his eyes: "That thing, it seems to have moved?"

Inside the tower, Feng Zhiping was like sitting on pins and needles, he really couldn't figure out how he just communicated a little bit about how the aura of heaven and earth here caused such a big disaster.

After thinking about it, he could only attribute it to being unfamiliar with swordsmanship and reckless use.

"Wind and Thunder Sword" is a new innate swordsmanship he found out from his father's study after returning home, which was originally used to cross-reference with his own sword spectrum, just now he was afraid that the swordsmanship of using his own sword spectrum would be too loud and would expose the hole cards in advance, so he picked the second type of "Xiao" in the "Wind and Thunder Sword" based on shock, and wanted to use the thunder sound to shock the enemy's mind to create an opportunity to escape, but I didn't expect to play big all of a sudden.

Now the aura in the tower is frantically converging, the situation is very similar to the time when Quanzhou City competed with his second brother, this time he is also sober, the difference is that the aura in the tower is much thicker than at that time, after the formation of the tide, he can't stop if he wants to, he can only let them pour into the sword body and body.

The scabbard is covered with turtle patterns, and the sword body inside has long been cracked, the peculiar thing is that they have not collapsed, but gradually formed a whole with him under the pressure of the aura, the cracks are like extended meridians, and the yuan force flows endlessly in them, communicating and connecting the sword species with the aura of heaven and earth.

Unconsciously, the deafening thunder began to become rhythmic, and gradually ceased to be harsh, as if he heard the breath of the sky.

He didn't know if this was a hysterical thought before his death, he just felt that the sound of the bell was very attractive, and he couldn't help but pay attention to it, to respond to it, until his breath and the fluctuation of the sword type agreed with him, and in an instant, the world changed.

His vision is no longer limited to the realm of his eyes and spiritual sense, he seems to have become a part of everything in heaven and earth, and he can see anything he wants, but he can't see it really.

This is not a dazzle, but a strange thing in his eyes, like a highly concentrated aura, and countless points of light converge into a cluster of light.

Looking down at himself, he found that he was the same, his body hazy, with countless veins intertwined inside, looking like a large tree with lush leaves, except for two things.

Sword species, jade beads.

The sword type and the jade bead are the only two things that have a substance, the jade bead is still the same, hanging alone on the chest, and the sword type has changed greatly.

In his previous cognition, he had always thought that the sword species was suspended in the center of the sea of qi, and when he didn't use his strength, he kept a steady speed and rotated, and when he used his strength, he would "throw" out a line of Yuan Li silk that was injected into all parts of his body along with the meridians.

At this time, he found that this was not the case, the sword species had always been related to him, and the thousands of strands were like spider webs.

Those subtle connections are usually invisible, but at this time they are all revealed in the dark background, they not only connect the meridians, but also take root in the dantian and penetrate into the flesh and blood, forming a vine-like shell to protect the main organs, so that he finally knows why his dantian and organs are so tough.

Seeing this, Feng Zhiping was confused.

Is it special for yourself, or is it all innate?

Before he could figure it out, a throbbing swept through his heart, as if something in the dark was calling him, attracting him, making him involuntarily raise his head and look in the direction of the call.

There was a lot of fog there, and something stood in the middle, hindering their encounter.

Is it a human or a ghost?

Is it a fairy or a demon?

Feng Zhiping was puzzled, slowly bent down, and moved his left foot back to make a posture of rushing to draw his sword, completely forgetting how dangerous it was to do so.

He just wanted to cut through that barrier and see what was behind it.

He had to figure out what was drawing him in, making him itch and making his blood boil.

"[Wind Thunder Sword], three-thunder!"