Today, the immortal world is divided into eleven parties, and the ten outer directions are in charge of one side by ten emperors who have cultivated as gods. Only the central Qiyun Realm is jointly managed by the two gods.

The Qiyun Realm is located in the middle of the fairy realm, surrounded by a large lake scattered with mist and mist between the continuous sea of clouds, named Qiyun Lake.

This lake is born from the sea of clouds, and countless white flowers and trees grow in the vast smoke and waves, without a trace of variegation.

The deepest part of the snow-white flowers and trees will stand a majestic and majestic palace, the whole body is built with jade, its color is rich and elegant, surrounded by clear water, it is really worthy of the word fairyland.

There are fairies in colorful clothes on the lake, coming and going, fairy robes fluttering, and all of them have bright smiles on their faces.

After 12 years of retreat, the emperor and queen finally left the customs today. Emperor Yunya was delighted, and specially went to the palace to leave the palace, and also ordered Xian'e and Xian to go outside the palace and not to disturb.

All the immortals and immortals knew it, and they lowered their eyebrows and went to do their own thing.

The door of the emperor's bedroom was closed, the curtains hung low, and the dozens of luminous mussels hanging on the tall dome seemed to have received an order, and closed the mussel shells.

In the middle of the hall, the cloud couch paved with warm clouds was surrounded by light veils and poured down like flowing clouds. The pool in the center of the hall gushes up with water mist, condensed into round crystal droplets, slowly rising, and blending into the constantly scattered cloud couch.

I don't know how long it has been, but everything has stopped. Yueli got up from the cloud couch, flicked his fingers, and opened the night pearl that filled the hall.

For a while, the room was full of light. Yueli sighed, put on a cloud-like gauze shirt, leaned on the cloud couch and said: "Yunya, you said that I spent twelve years of hard work to make twelve fairy swords, but in the end I couldn't let them pass the catastrophe, isn't this taking off my pants and farting." ”

Yun Ya nodded, but his face was buried in Yueli's white hair and he was reluctant to leave, "If you want me to say, you shouldn't fix these things." This fairy sword, you originally planned to make it the most powerful, but you kicked it in the door, and the thunder of the day was broken. Otherwise, can you see if there is any one that hasn't been chopped and picked up and used?"

"I think it's all broken. Yueli frowned, his bare hand swiped in the air, and twelve fairy swords appeared in an instant, the sword body was dull, without half of the spirituality, anyone who looked at it felt that it was some ordinary swords.

Yun Ya doesn't have a deep knowledge of refining weapons and forging swords, so he knows a little bit about fur, but as a god, he has a sharp vision, which is no less than Yueli, a refining master. At a glance, he saw the key.

"Their primordial spirits are scattered. If you want to make a real sword spirit, you can only inject a wisp of divine consciousness into them. ”

"Whose divine sense?"

"Naturally, it's ours, isn't there two swords, but there are still ten, ......or else," Yun Ya thought about it, and suddenly squinted and laughed.

Yueli has been married to him for many years, and the two have already had a heart-to-heart, looking at Yunya's treacherous smile, she also smiled.

The Emperor of the Ten Directions, just right, let them share a wisp of divine consciousness, and these twelve immortal swords will be landed.

However, these emperors are all gods, and they are in charge of the entire immortal world, and there is no difference in status. Although they occupy a central Qiyun realm, it is only because they are the strongest and have the largest number of people.

If the red mouth and white teeth asked these Ten Fang Emperors to contribute a wisp of divine consciousness as soon as they said it, it would be impossible at all, but it would make people suspicious.

Yun Ya's brain is fast, so he naturally thought of this layer, his mind was racing, he took out a delicate bronze mirror five inches square, swiped his fingers, and clicked into the "micro message".

He pressed down under the bronze mirror and typed a string of cheerful voices into the "Immortal Emperor Monarch Group".

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you interested in playing a game?"

The group leader spoke, and the other ten emperors replied one after another.

"Interested!"

"@云崖小哥哥 play, play!"

......

The Emperor of the Ten Directions seemed to be very interested in the news sent by the group leader, especially the Emperor Mozi and the Emperor Dan Baizhi, who were most interested, and roared in the group.

Seeing this, Yueli silently took out his bronze mirror, and the upper group voiced: "Everyone, this game needs a wisp of divine sense!"

The Immortal Emperor Qun stopped talking.

Divine sense, that is one of the most important things in an immortal, it is impossible to give it to others easily.

The entire fairy world seems to be calm, but in fact, it is fighting openly and secretly, and when they see the news sent by Yueli, they all fall silent.

"Ahem, why don't you speak. Let's open the video, open the video!"

The sound of the WeChat video call sounded, and the twelve people in the group had to turn on the video because they were the strongest in the Qiyun Realm.

Eleven dialog boxes were reflected in the bronze mirror, and the one in the center, Yun Ya was leaning on the soft collapse, and the white-haired woman behind her had a pointed chin and pillowed on Yun Ya's shoulder.

The single emperor of the ten directions held his breath in his heart, grandma is a bear! Why, everyone is a god, and they are all emperors of the powerful side, why does he have a wife!

Moreover, this month, I look much more beautiful, how old are they? I really don't know how those two guys take care of them, obviously everyone is about the same age, but they are as young as they are in their twenties.

Everyone was like sour grapes, secretly speculating that these two guys must be specializing in the path of double cultivation every day in order to have a long face.

However, if their minds were known to Yunya Yueli, they would definitely be able to turn them upside down. They prefer to practice this, but they don't specialize in it, Yunya's sound attack, Yueli's fighting method, are all masterable!

The twelve watched for a while, talking nonsense. Yun Ya half-jokingly, thinking of a way, said with a smile: "Do you know that among the three thousand mortal realms in this nether realm, there is a half-dead world called the Spirit Ruins Realm?"

Everyone hurriedly took out the spare bronze mirror, clicked on the Xianfan map to search for the "Spirit Ruins Realm", and after a while, they all nodded when they saw that the Heavenly Dao was about to collapse and the Spirit Ruins Realm was short of materials.

Yun Ya continued to make up blindly: "My family is far from Yueli, a few days ago, twelve immortal swords came out, ready to save the Spirit Ruins Realm. Ahem, guess what?"

"What's wrong?"

"Xu is to save the spirit ruin realm to reach the outside of the world, what taboo has been violated, and the twelve swords of Yueli have been destroyed, and now the spirituality is all lost, and the twelve years of hard work will be in vain!"

Everyone had shocked expressions.

You must know that Yueli's refining level is also unique in the entire immortal world, and she wants to make something, but she just flicks her fingers. The fairy sword that can make Yueli spend twelve years to complete must be a good thing!

Yueli said: "So, seeing that the Spirit Ruins Realm is about to be destroyed, I can't stand this, so I'll ask you to help." Oh no, it's a bet!"

"Make a bet?" Emperor Dan Baizhi raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say saving the Spirit Ruins Realm?"

Mo Zi grinned, his teeth shining brighter than the sun: "Alas, have you forgotten, Sister Yueli has always liked to bet, let's participate quickly!"

The purple-haired young man, who had been silent, sighed, "I don't know how to bet yet." Yan Xia was actually a little interested in this bet.

At this time, Yun Ya raised his head and said, "I have written the specific process. In this way, buddy will send you a document, you can take a good look at it, and if you agree, I'll see you tomorrow at noon. ”

At noon on the second day, all the emperors gathered on the platform, and when they saw the twelve fairy swords that Yueli had placed in advance, they were all itching.

It's a pity that there is no spirituality, and it's no wonder that Yueli set up a bet to let everyone contribute a wisp of divine sense.

Yueli Cloud Cliff was already waiting by the Tafan Terrace, and they had already picked up their swords. Yueli picked the Chen sword that she forged with the most heart, and Yun Ya held the Yin sword with the name Sao Bao, smiling.

Mo Zi took a fancy to the sword with a little black rabbit engraved on the hilt, and immediately picked it into his hand, injecting a wisp of divine sense.

When Emperor Dan Baizhi saw a long sword engraved with a scalper, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and with a wave of his big hand, he put it into his arms, and wiped the sword with the corner of his skirt. It's just that when she saw the ugly word sword engraved on the scabbard, she couldn't help but pout.

After everyone had picked up the sword and the divine sense had been injected, Yun Ya cleared his throat, held Yueli's hand, and walked side by side to the side of the Tafan platform, causing the single emperor of the ten directions to roll his eyes.

Tafan Terrace is in the middle of Qiyun Lake, shrouded in clouds and smoke, and you can see the slowly flowing whirlpool of lake water when you get close. This whirlpool goes straight into the mortal world, and it is a transit station connecting immortals.

Chen Jianyin's swords both fell into the whirlpool, and a purple thunder stabbed obliquely, slashing the two swords into the earthly world and disappearing.

Twelve immortal swords, penetrating the layers of spatial ferries, soon fell into the spirit ruin realm. Yun Ya looked at everyone with a smile, "Everyone, the gambling contract begins, whoever can save the Spirit Ruins Realm is the owner of that fairy sword! Of course, we still have to take back the other eleven fairy swords." ”

The emperors have no objections, anyway, it is good luck to be able to get such a fairy sword, everyone is already a god, and they have long quit greed and hatred, and they have participated in gambling contracts, just to have fun in the long years.