The only way to enter the main palace is that there is a sloping stone bridge on the tenth floor of the palace on all sides, which connects to the first floor of the main palace.

On the tenth floor of the West Palace, a closed gate, in front of which a guard wearing iron armor, holding a stone sword, and covered with moss, blocked the way for the two.

The ironclad guard said in a stiff, hoarse voice: "If you want to go to the main palace, you must first pass my pass." "The moss fell all over the body, and the iron armor was as bright as new, with white lines, intersecting and reflecting.

A human face made of wood emerges, as do the arms.

The stone sword in his hand ignited a dark blue flame, and a stream of energy similar to the dark fire, but not the same, emitted, and the two of them only felt a shock in their souls.

Qingyan's face was solemn, and he said: "This is soul fire, a flame refined with soul, which has no harm to the physical body, and is aimed at the soul." ”

"This man is a puppet, no wonder it can be stored for thousands of years. ”

Han Qiusheng pulled it out, and the Cold Light Xuanying Sword stepped forward and said, "Come on, you are a ghost body, and you are most afraid of the energy that hurts the soul." ”

The light smoke retreated dozens of meters, and a light curtain enveloped the two of them, the ironclad guard: "Only one can live." ”

Han Qiusheng preemptively attacked, extinguished reincarnation, extinguished sword intent, and wanted to destroy everything The sword intent flowed wantonly on the cold light and shadow, his body flashed, jumped into the air, and several sword qi swung out.

The ironclad guards adjust their cultivation according to the cultivation of the opponent, and the sixth-layer cultivation of the mortal realm explodes.

The soul fire of the stone sword disappeared, and a spiritual power surrounded it, swinging the stone sword at will, to put it mildly, accurately, slashing at each sword qi, and the sword qi was scattered on the ground in the direction of the stone sword.

The ironclad guard, the surrounding ground, several three-foot sword marks, Han Qiusheng fell to the ground, he felt that it was too incredible, he was able to slash the sword qi of the annihilation sword intent, and easily change the direction of the attack.

The same is true of the light smoke outside the light curtain, he knows that Han Qiusheng, the strength of these sword qi, few monks in the same realm can catch it, and he can catch it so easily, he senses the clue, "Brother Han, his stone sword is a spiritual weapon." ”

Han Qiusheng also saw that the stone sword was extraordinary, and said, "I also have a spiritual weapon." "Take the sword back, and in the storage ring, a white jade origami fan appears in his hand.

Spiritual power was injected, the white jade lines lit up, and with a strong fan, the spiritual power turned into a violent wind, enveloping several wind blades.

The iron-clad guard, feeling that the energy fluctuations were too large, the stone sword in his hand shone with dazzling white light, shining brightly, his body moved, and he swung his sword and slashed down, and the white light turned into a rain of thousands of arrows.

Wantonly in the wind, Han Qiusheng rushed into the wind, the paper fan merged to make a sword, the iron armor guarded, and the stone sword soul fire rose.

Ping Pong, the two fought for more than 50 rounds in the raging wind, and it was difficult to distinguish between them, and the last collision opened the distance at the same time.

Han Qiusheng's face was pale, every time he collided, his soul had to be subjected to soul fire, and the burns were extremely uncomfortable, the key was to use spiritual weapons, and the loss of spiritual power was too great.

The ironclad guard is a puppet made of spiritual wood, and the amount of spiritual power stored is not inferior in any way, a spiritual realm monk.

"Give you a chance to live, it's too late to retreat. ”

Han Qiusheng said with a resolute face: "Come on." "The high fighting spirit has been condensed to the fixed point.

The ironclad guard felt it, and Han Qiusheng's determination was not too much to say, and he inserted the stone sword into the ground, and the soul fire burned on the ground, surrounding Han Qiusheng in circle after circle.

The soul born in the cold autumn can't stand this soul fire, there are signs of detachment from the body, running the Buddhist scriptures of the world, all the dusty days, one after another golden light Buddha qi, surrounding the body, and the soul gradually stabilizes.

Seeing that the soul fire harassment was useless, the ironclad guard sealed his hands and said, "Sword realm, turn sword trick, one sword into nine swords." The stone sword in his hand was divided into nine identical stone swords.

The breath and momentum of each sword are the same as those of stone swords, and as soon as the body of the ironclad guard moves, nine stone swords float in the air, and they kill together.

Han Qiusheng said with a solemn face: "Fight." A crimson spirit talisman appeared, his hands were sealed, and he read: "Tiangang spiritual fire talisman, help me get rid of demons, Tiangang true fire, now." ”

A fiery red ball shadow appeared from the Tiangang Spirit Fire Talisman, and the blazing energy caused the ground to begin to melt.

The ironclad guard said, "Nine swords." "The nine stone swords were arranged in a straight line, colliding with the Tiangang True Fire.

The stone swords continued to melt, and the Tiangang True Fire dimmed and shrunk little by little, leaving only the last hand in the stone sword, and the spiritual power of the iron armor guard was injected without reservation.

Tiangang's true fire disappeared, the spirit rune was knocked away by the stone sword, and a sword stabbed straight ahead, blood splashed on Han Qiusheng's right chest, and the ironclad guard wanted to pull out the stone sword, but was grabbed by Han Qiusheng's right hand.

Laughing: "You lost." "The white jade origami fan, the white jade lines lit up, and it was thrown by Han Qiusheng and fell on the face of the ironclad guard.

The wind was raging, the wind blades were slicing, and the ironclad guards were cut to pieces in unguarded, and at such close range.

The light curtain disappeared, the body of the iron-armored guard was scattered all over the ground, and the light smoke ran over with tears in his eyes, helping Han Qiusheng, the spiritual power slowly flowed into the right chest, the wound was not bleeding, and said, "Brother Han, are you okay?"

Han Qiusheng pulled out the stone sword with force, landed on the ground with blood, and said, "I can't die yet, I'll just recover my spiritual power." ”

Took out the storage ring, dozens of lower-grade spirit stones, and meditated cross-legged.

The light smoke dimmed the spirit runes with two crimson lines, the white jade origami fan, and the stone sword picked it up, and stood aside and looked at Han Qiusheng silently.

A quarter of an hour later, the ten lower grade spirit stones turned into a pile of powder, and Han Qiusheng's right chest, the wound slowly healed, and he stood up.

Qingyan asked with concern: "Brother Han, let's take a little more rest, and wait for your injuries to fully recover before moving forward." ”

Han Qiusheng looked free and easy, and said, "It's okay, it's just a little injury." "Walking to the edge of the gate, there was a groove, like a stone sword.

After the light smoke returned the spirit rune and the paper fan to Han Qiusheng, he inserted the stone sword into the groove.

The gate slowly opened, and a tilted stone bridge connected the first floor of the main palace, Han Qiusheng picked up the stone sword on the ground, and the spiritual power was injected, and the soul fire rose, covering the stone sword.

Qingyan was a little frightened, and said, "This stone sword should be made of soul fire, and the monks of this Netherworld Castle are not a good thing. ”

Han Qiusheng withdrew his spiritual power, the soul fire disappeared, and said: "Not necessarily, people are divided into good and evil, and the soul after death carries cause and effect, and there is no absoluteness in the world." ”

He put the stone sword back into the storage ring and said, "This spiritual weapon is not suitable for you, I don't know if the soul lamp is, a magic weapon, or a holy relic, find it for you, let's go." ”

The first floor of the main palace is covered with moss, but it is not difficult to see the former glory, with dazzling mortal weapons everywhere, and occasionally one or two broken spiritual weapons can be seen.

The main palace has three rooms, each room has stone steps, leading to the second floor, just the first room, the cold autumn sheng light smoke is gone, half a cup of tea.

A sound of fighting came from the second room, the two pushed open the door, and a burst of medicinal incense came from the shop, and more than a dozen fish people and Lei Yanmen disciples and academy students fought together.

The two people who opened the door didn't notice it at all, there were rows of wooden cabinets, marked with something, elixir, spirit fruit, what was it for, and empty boxes were turned over everywhere.

A disciple of Lei Yanmen, holding a wooden box in his hand, shining with a bright green light, even if it is closed, it is difficult to hide, and the rich fragrance is rich.

Han Qiusheng walked to the wall and closed the door again, looking at every move and style of these Lei Yanmen disciples, they were extremely skilled in the use of spiritual power, and the spiritual power was like a part of the body, without a trace of superfluity, it was completely just right.

It's exactly the same as his own control of the power of the flesh.

Suddenly, a wooden box fell beside the two of them, interrupting Han Qiusheng's thinking, and subconsciously picked it up, only to find that more than ten pairs of eyes were staring at him, and his hairs stood up.

Throwing the box out, there was another rush of robbery, it was too dangerous, silently without, the second room, and walked towards the stone steps of the first room.

As he walked, he pondered, and the spiritual power in his hand kept waving, and he said secretly: "Is it because of the gap in cultivation? The spiritual power is like a tiger with wings in them, without a trace of disobedience, and they are born with general." ”

Qingyan saw that Han Qiusheng was worried, and asked, "Brother Han, what's wrong with you?"

Han Qiusheng was puzzled and said, "Those Lei Yanmen monks, academy students, are too suitable for the use of spiritual power. ”

Qingyan analyzed: "Those monks, the lowest is the eighth layer of the mortal realm, it should be because of the gap in cultivation." ”

Han Qiusheng, I didn't say much, in the southern land, the disciples of the Shangling Sect have also seen a lot, and they have never felt this way, and when they join the academy, they must ask carefully.