Sikong Haoran's thoughts, concerns, questions... All of these are known verbatim by the Evil Blade Mirage that occupies the other half of the soul ocean.

But it didn't speak again, and it didn't do anything else.

The complexity and apprehension of the mood made Sikong Haoran indescribable, since he got the mirage, this was the first time he had talked to himself, how to make him not shocked, not shocked!

Everything he learned was about its bad side, and even in ordinary times, it continued to affect himself silently.

Moreover, the reason why the soul pool dried up this time was all due to it, and it was conceivable what kind of state such a huge and vast soul power would grow or recover to if it was swallowed by it.

This series of questions surfaced in Sikong Haoran's mind, and after stabilizing his emotions, he tried to communicate with the mirage, but no matter how he called, he did not receive even the slightest response, it was like a lifeless deaf old man lying on a rocking chair, enjoying the bright summer spring sun.

Since it wants to go to the ninth sword stele by itself, then there must be good things in it, and it will even surpass the great creation of the Yun Soul Pool, which is against the weather, and it can make the mirage open, and it will definitely not be a mortal thing!

Throw away the uneasiness in your heart, because too much worry is also superfluous, it is located in the soul ocean, which is equivalent to suppressing your throat and lifeline at all times.

Sikong Haoran didn't think about why the second sword monument was like this, but shifted his gaze to the ten-foot-tall ninth sword monument, even if it was hundreds of zhang away, he could feel the suffocating oppression from a distance, "I'm sure I want to go to find an opportunity, not let me die!"

Jian Ke, the heir of the sect master Jianchen, looked at the arrogant figure sitting cross-legged under the ninth sword tablet, Sikong Haoran's steps stopped in the void, less than twenty years old, his strength reached the intermediate level of the Sword Emperor and even the consummation of the Sword Emperor, what an unattainable height, but he was not swayed by his own thoughts, the pace that stopped in the void, stepped down heavily.

This foot crushed all obstacles.

The third sword monument... The Fifth Sword Monument... The Seventh Sword Monument... The Ninth Sword Monument...

The suffocating oppression was like a mountain slapping on the top of Sikong Haoran's head, and his steps stayed in front of the fifty zhang of the ninth sword monument, the immortal golden body was running wildly, and the knotted muscles under the green shirt were distinct, and they were also suffering from unbearable enjoyment.

"This kid is interesting, he dares to snatch the opportunity with Jian Ke!" Jian Ming looked at the tall figure, his eyes were different, "There are indeed unknown fluctuations in the ninth sword tablet, the three of us have all understood, but nothing has been found, only Jian Ke has explored the mystery, do you think this kid will be..."

"With his half-step Sword Emperor's strength, being able to get close to the ninth sword monument thirty zhang before he is already the limit, let alone comprehending the mysteries, do you think that his talent can be compared to Jian Ke. Under the eighth sword stele, the voice of Jian Zhen's soul slowly sounded.

"At the age of fifteen, the soul realm has already reached the pseudo-heaven realm, this is a dream that many cultivators can hardly match in their lives, his strength is not dazzling, but the breath on his body... It is very unique, it is not difficult to enter the ninth sword tablet, the difficulty is whether you can understand the mystery. Under the sixth sword stele, an indifferent soul voice came out.

"Sword idiot, I've never seen you look at other people differently, you are so optimistic about this kid, don't you know something?" The soul voice of Jian Ming echoed under the sixth sword tablet, but the sword idiot didn't answer his doubts, and couldn't help but look at Sikong

In the direction where Haoran was, he was very curious that this kid could go that far.

The heavy pace is like that of a snail crawling, and it is difficult to walk.

The sword character on the ninth sword tablet exudes a sword intent similar to the sword character on the eleventh stone sword in front of the sect, but it is very different, and it seems to have a trace of the indescribable avenue of heaven and earth.

Time passed slowly, and Sikong Haoran's figure also approached forward.

Yizhang... Ten Zhang... Twenty zhang... Twenty-five zhang...

I don't know how long it took, it seems to be an hour, maybe it's a day, anyway, the space where the ninth sword tablet is located is not sunrise and sunset like the world outside.

The limit of thirty zhang that Jian Zhen said was kicked and shattered in the difficult steps.

Sikong Haoran endured the unbearable pain of ordinary people, standing in front of the twenty-five zhang of the ninth sword monument, the arrogant back in front of him, from beginning to end, there was not the slightest fluctuation of Xuan Qi, it seemed that his arrival could not make Jian Ke moved.

"Twenty-five zhang, that's enough!" A murmur sounded in his heart, Sikong Haoran sat cross-legged, the soul refining tripod in the soul ocean was radiant, and the vast soul power slowly walked towards the ninth sword tablet.

As soon as the soul power touched the word "sword" on the sword tablet, it was sucked into the black hole by a huge pulling force.

Sikong Haoran's whole body trembled, he wanted to shout, but he couldn't make any sound, he wanted to break free, but he couldn't use a little strength, just when he was in a hurry, his figure appeared in a desolate world.

Bleak and barren, there is not even a single grass in the eye, lifeless, but Sikong Haoran can feel that the whole world is filled with strong elements of the five elements.

This made him a little baffled, since there are five elements here, why is this place still so desolate, shouldn't it be overgrown with grass and trees, full of vitality?

"Why didn't Jian Ke appear here, could it be that there was other space for the Ninth Sword Monument?" Sikong Haoran muttered to himself, no one answered his question, and no one came to tell him what to do.

In the next instant, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed.

A large black cloud shrouded the entire sky, and at the same time, the wind was howling, flying sand and gravel, Sikong Haoran operated the Xuan Qi in his body, and suddenly, his pupils changed suddenly, because he found that the Xuan Qi in his body disappeared without a trace, and even his body could not move a single bit.

The wind swept through his body piece by piece, and the sand and gravel used him as a target.

"Ahh

A miserable roar roared from between his lips and teeth.

The incarnation of the condensed soul was like a honeycomb coal at this moment, hanging high in the sky, and the sharp sting pain had never been felt in his short life, and his heart and tenacity could not withstand the ravages of the wind and gravel.

The place that had been passed through by the wind and gravel had left a little bit of the Five Elements elemental, which Sikong Haoran did not notice, because his soul power was suffering unimaginablely, and he couldn't care about these changes at all.

"Boom!"

"Crackle!

Dark clouds filled the sky and showers poured down.

The thunder arc spread throughout the entire space, and what Sikong Haoran didn't expect was that the thunder swept towards him like a surging tsunami, and then slashed at him.

"Ahh

Sikong Haoran's whole body convulsed and spasmed, if it was the flesh that appeared here, he would definitely see the long hair standing upside down like needles, and the green tendons bursting out...

Where is this thunder, it is simply a catastrophe.

Sikong Haoran's figure smashed into the soil like a falling meteorite, and the figure condensed by the soul turned into soul fragments the moment it landed.

Each soul fragment was filled with arcs of thunder, and from it came a hoarse cry of pain.

Thousands of soul fragments wanted to be reassembled, but the heavens did not fulfill their wishes.

The thunder and dark clouds are fleeting, the whole heaven and earth, a piece of red, incomparably hot fireworks fill every inch of land, Sikong Haoran's soul fragments are like lambs roasted on a bonfire, if you sprinkle some cumin, pepper and salt, you can exude a more attractive fragrance!

"Mirage, you bastard, god damn it, you actually framed me?!" Thousands of soul fragments let out a terrible curse, as if to tear it apart in words, where is this to accept the inheritance, this is obviously stepping into the infernal purgatory.

Moreover, the elements between heaven and earth, the degree of intensity, and the high level of the level, are beyond Sikong Haoran's imagination, and every minute and every second is enduring the pain of soul burning that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

It seems that the sword tablet knows that Sikong Haoran still has the strength, and the above process is repeated again, again......

Outside the space of the Sword Monument.

"Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder, lightning, wind... There was an elemental attribute fluctuation on his body that was exactly the same as Jian Ke's before!" Jian Ming looked at the trembling figure in the distance, and his eyes were full of complicated colors.

He is very familiar with this kind of attribute fluctuation, and he has experienced it, that kind of pain, that kind of destruction, that kind of torment, and he still shuddes when he thinks about it, and he has gained nothing from several times, but now he sees the changes in Sikong Haoran's body, but he has a trace of expectation, and even a little complicated in his expectation.

"It is full of extremely rich elemental attributes, and their level is much higher than the elemental attributes that permeate this heaven and earth, and the opportunity in the ninth sword tablet may be here!"

"His body can emit fluctuations of different elemental attributes, it doesn't mean anything, if he can comprehend the mystery..."

The sword idiot shook his head slowly, setting his eyes in the direction where Sikong Haoran was for the first time, and for the first time, he also looked at this weak fellow disciple for the first time.

Sikong Haoran in the ninth sword monument no longer knew that this was the first time that his soul power had been torn apart by thunder, and in a trance, he heard a sizzling sound from his soul!

The unconscious soul fragments floated in this desolate, bleak, and rich elemental world.

Each soul fragment was diffused and eroded by different elemental attributes.

The sharpness of gold, the heaviness of earth, the softness of water, the heat of fire, the rebirth of wood, the domineering of thunder, the bleakness of wind, the fury of rain......

The whole soul was wrapped in these elemental attributes, and as time passed, Sikong Haoran gradually adapted to this ravage, destruction, and grief and laughter together with their joys and sorrows, as if turning into one of the elemental attributes, turning into a part of them, and becoming a part of them.

"Heaven and earth, sun and moon, stars, yin and yang, Xuanxu, five elements, you... What do you feel?" an ethereal voice resounded in the world, echoing in every fragment of the soul.

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