Fu Yi had never seen the blood puppet formation with his own eyes, and when he drove the fog into the sky, he saw that the boiling rich evil qi was densely covered with the most yin and poisonous things in the world.

The corpses of spirit insects and demon beasts piled up into a small mountain, and the thick bloody aura rolled in with the black mist, and those monks who accidentally rushed into it were still "alive", but they had completely lost their own thoughts, and they were circling in the mist, like disoriented beasts.

The same is true of Xu Lu, who has not been guided, without the orders of Shangguan Yun and Cheng Lianyu, he has become a sacrifice in the formation like all the monks. To Fuyi's regret, she didn't dare to approach the Blood Puppet Array at this moment, nor did she dare to kill any of the monks inside in the air. If they were allowed to die in the array, they would surely become blood puppets with incredible combat power, and in turn they would fight for the evil cultivators in the Valley of Evil Spirits.

There were very few monks who escaped, and they thanked each other, swallowed a few pills of pills to clear their hearts and ward off evil spirits, and then scattered. Fu Yi and Song Sihua could only temporarily dispel the idea of completely solving Xu Lu, and flew towards the place where the evil spirit was not too strong.

"The Valley of the Evil Spirits didn't look big, I didn't expect the road inside to be so complicated. Song Sihua cautiously flew close to the ground with the magic weapon, frowning tightly and looking quite disgusted.

Fu Yi looked thoughtfully at the distribution of the route in the mountain, carefully sensing the formation aura she could sense, and always felt that all of this was a little familiar. This is clearly highly similar to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, except that the formation base of the Evil Spirit Valley is all yin and evil things, and there is an unbearable aura of Dao cultivation everywhere.

Could it be that the Valley of Evil Spirits was originally a tool cultivated by Rong Xiao? She also thought that Cheng Lianyu would go to the past in the future and want to do a great career with the big backer, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

Fu Yi was happy in his heart, it would be better this way, if he could nip the Evil Spirit Valley in the bud today, the power of the outer region would be reduced by a few points. In addition, the Evil Spirit Valley is indeed like a tumor, and as Cheng Lianyu's cultivation grows higher, it will also turn the Bixiao Domain into a miasma, if it is not removed at this time, it will be when.

She has played the role of "change" in the fate of many people, rewriting the lives of known and unknown creatures, and influencing the direction of different forces with small details, and today she will inevitably be able to put Cheng Lianyu and the Valley of Evil Spirits on a dead end.

"Be careful with your thoughts, some evil cultivators are approaching!" The divine consciousness that was spreading out his clothes and exploring the path noticed that there was something strange in front of him, and his mind moved to stop the mist, like a still stone statue stagnating half a foot above the ground.

"Kill—"

"Those who offend my Evil Spirit Valley will never come back-"

A warlike chant echoed, deafening, and the evil qi rippled in circles, accompanied by a heart-chilling sound of attack. One by one, the immortal evil cultivators jumped out of the darkness, although they were only in the foundation building period, but they roared out with a momentum comparable to Jindan.

The movement here attracted a lot of monks from the Four Great Pavilions, and when Fu Yi and Song Sihua saw that someone had come to help, they rushed to the murderous evil cultivators first. The white light roared with sword qi, but no one could penetrate every move of the universe, let alone capture the traces of its existence.

It always appears out of thin air, swinging seemingly ordinary moves in the blink of an eye, condensing into a series of dazzling sword lights, to virtualize the real, containing all the comprehension of the sword in the past and present lives.

In the face of the rolling evil qi, more and more evil cultivators gathered, hearing the more and more chaotic shouts and killing sounds in her ears, she suddenly escaped into a mysterious and ethereal realm, she seemed to split into two parts, one side cautiously dodged, pursued, and coped with the melee in front of her, and the other side seemed to be integrated into every sword light, greedily absorbing the Dao meaning contained in each sword.

Chew repeatedly, comprehend repeatedly, and each time there is a new experience and discovery. The one move and one style of sword cultivation is to gradually reconcile with the way of heaven in the continuous breakthrough, the sword is the way, and the way is the greatest weapon of sword cultivation.

In the end, people, swords, and Tao will be merged into one, and then looking back at the so-called sword moves and swordsmanship will be like seeing the appearance of a child's bluff.

Every sword cultivator yearns for the day when he transforms into a sword and fits the Tao with his body, but this journey is too far away. Fu Yi has never stepped on the threshold of the sword momentum, and coupled with the limited realm, what he can rely on now is only the appearance. Fortunately, "Nameless Swordsmanship" has been laying the foundation for the future from the beginning, and there are no moves to win, but it has doubled her strength.

The two sides of the foundation building period had just fallen into a scuffle, and there was a terrifying coercion spread out in the sky, and the low-level monks below knew that it was a war in the Yuan Infant Stage, and it would not have much impact on themselves, but they still gave birth to a kind of fear of encountering a fierce hungry beast head-on and being targeted by the green and gloomy eyes.

Looking at the coercion, it was far more than the arrival of three or five yuan babies, which made the hearts of all Dao cultivators thumping with a hint of ecstasy, and the people of the four major pavilions were present, no matter how arrogant Cheng Lianyu and Shangguan Yun were, it was impossible to defeat the combined efforts of many real people.

The seemingly chaotic battle situation is actually no suspense, the Valley of Evil Spirits will surely perish, and all the foundation building monks seem to be inspired, suppressing the suffocation caused by the coercion with all their might, and throwing themselves into a new round of fighting with great momentum.

The opportunity to flick the clothes and realize the sword was interrupted by coercion, and when he was sober, he felt that the connection between his mind and Qiankun was deeper. There was an indelible estrangement between master and servant in the previous heart-to-heart connection, but now that estrangement has obviously become much thinner.

Feeling this, a burst of irrepressible joy rose in Fuyi's heart. If you want to condense into a "sword heart" during the Jindan period, it is necessary to eliminate the invisible and untouchable barrier between the sword and the natal sword little by little, and truly make the sword move with your heart, and what the sword feels is what the heart feels.

She was confident that she would be able to condense the sword heart after condensing the golden pill in this life, but she didn't expect to wear away this barrier a few points in the early stage of foundation building, which was really unexpected.

But the state just now is hard to come by, it is impossible to appear one after another, and Fu Yi does not regret being interrupted, anyway, she is good enough. Looking at the gazes of the group of evil cultivators below, she must be the brightest sword cultivator in the crowd, otherwise they would not be looking at her without blinking.

Even the eyes of the evil cultivators in the distance were attracted......

Wait, something isn't quite right.

Fu Yi suddenly realized that he didn't seem to be so attractive, and the sword light was a little white, a little dazzling, but it didn't make all the evil cultivators in the melee pay attention.

There must be something wrong in the air. She was just immersed in a mysterious state and couldn't extricate herself, and only then did she realize that this melee in the foundation building period in the low altitude had become weaker and weaker.

"Whisk clothes, did you see that?"

Song Sihua's voice sounded in the sea of knowledge, and at the same time, the divine consciousness of the clothes had swept into the sky, and at this time, she couldn't help but slow down her attack like all the monks present, and was slightly stunned.

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