Wen Yu, the Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect, cultivated to the junior peak of the Sword Saint, since he stepped down from his position in the sect, he has devoted himself to cultivating in the secret room of the back mountain.

In the early years, he got a superb spiritual weapon in a cave, regarded as a treasure, the long sword was as black as ink, exuding a faint breath of death, and after his hundred years of cultivation, the sleeping sword spirit in it gradually woke up.

However, because the sword spirit was too weak, Wen Yu placed it in a special area in the sword tomb to absorb the aura of death that permeated it.

Wen Yu, who was in the secret room, had already sensed that the sword spirit had woken up, and since it was the ten-year five-peak event of the Sword Sect, he was not in a hurry to retrieve it, but he never expected that a moment of negligence would make the natal sword that had been refined completely lose contact, and what made him even more unexpected was that the sword spirit inside also disappeared.

The blood spit out of his mouth stained the open space in front of him, and a few drops were scattered on the green shirt, and the killing intent spread throughout the secret room, and then pierced this heaven and earth, and looked at the space where the sword tomb was located.

A figure appeared out of thin air from the void, it was Jian Chen, the sect leader of the Sword Sect who hurried from the study, saw the violent killing intent on the old man's body, and said eagerly: "Elder Taishang, what happened to make you so angry!"

The powerful soul power of the defenders of the Sword Sect also appeared at this time, and they quickly scanned the entire sect, and what puzzled them was that there were no invaders appearing, and the large arrays of the Sword Sect were also intact.

They did not let their guard down, they were still carefully probing, searching, and as Wen Yu's soul thoughts came out, these powerful soul powers receded like a tide.

There was a sound of breaking the air in the air, it was the Five Peaks Peak Lord who came from the Imperial Sword, leaving the Outer Gate Elder to preside over the overall situation in the Sword Sect Square.

They were also very shocked, what made this retreating Elder Taishang so violent, looking at the blood at the corner of his mouth, could it be that he had gone mad, the five of them looked at each other, leaned over and said, "Elder Taishang, you... How did you get out?"

"Elder Taishang, why do you have such a strong murderous aura, could it be that something happened to the Sword Sect?"

"Hmph... Nothing happened to the Sword Sect, but you have cultivated a good apprentice for the Sword Sect, my natal sword was destroyed, and the sword spirit that had been cultivated in it for many years was also devoured!" Wen Yu snorted coldly, which sounded in the hearts of the six people, and the slightly weaker ones were extremely pale at this moment, clutching their chests and retreating again and again.

Jianchen: "...?"

Five Peaks Peak Lord: "...?"

What, this... What the hell is going on, the natal sword has been destroyed, the sword spirit has been devoured, what kind of powerful existence is the other party! Everyone muttered in their hearts.

"Elder Taishang, the sword tomb is the place where the sword is buried, everything is clear to us, there are no other powerful existences, and the special area is also isolated, is there other changes in it, blocking your perception and contact. Chen Qi's pale cheeks improved slightly, and he looked at the old man in front of him who was filled with murderous intent, and said loudly.

"Yes, Elder Taishang, you calm your anger first, the sword pattern is a place where the sword is buried, and there are often unusual changes in it..."

Before Bai Yu could finish speaking, a cold snort exploded in his ears, and Wen Yu then looked at Jian Chen and said, "Open the space where the sword tomb is located, I want to see who has such great ability!"

Jian Chen and Ye Chaoyang glanced at each other, and they both seemed to see a kind of certainty in each other's eyes.

They had just heard a key word from the mouth of Elder Wen Yu, that is, to cultivate a good apprentice, that is, it was not that there was an accident in the sword tomb, but that it was artificial.

The younger generation of the Zhongguan Sword Sect, the disciples who entered the Sword Tomb this time, the only one who can do so is the sword on his body.

If this matter is not handled well, it will be a big trouble, and for this time, the only way to appease the emotions of the Supreme Elder is to appease the Supreme Elder first.

Jian Chen spoke: "The space of the Sword Tomb is closed

There are still more than a thousand disciples in it. Moreover, the space of the Sword Tomb is still very weak and unstable, and the entry of a person with strength above the Sword Saint will definitely collapse the entire space, and all the disciples in it will be wiped out in an instant. ”

"Hmph... Jian Chen, I know better than you whether the stability of the sword tomb space is stable or not, even if I enter now as long as I suppress the realm, this situation will not occur, do you know who did it, is it your disciple!"

"Since you don't open the Sword Tomb space, then I'll tear it apart with my own hands!"

Wen Yu was furious, the raging flames seemed to burn this space, and the materialized killing intent filled the entire back mountain, and everywhere he went, everything turned into dust.

"Do you really disregard the Sword Sect's 10,000-year-old foundation and want to let it be ruined? Now that I am the Sect Master of the Sword Sect, even if you are the Supreme Elder, then you have to listen to the orders of me, the Sect Master. ”

"If you insist on going your own way and don't care about the safety of the Sword Sect, then don't blame me for being old and young. Jian Chen's sharpness was revealed, and the aura of the junior peak of the Sword Saint was also released, competing with Wen Yu.

Where everyone was, for a while, the wind was surging, the Xuan Qi was disordered, and even the Great Protector Array was fluctuating violently, if it weren't for the familiar aura fluctuations exuded from a few people, the Great Array of Protectors would have descended in an instant.

A sigh echoed in Ye Chaoyang's heart, looking at the two of them who were tense, he shook his head and stepped forward, "Elder Taishang, Sect Master, you first restrain your breath, otherwise the Ancestor will still think that the Sword Sect has suffered the disaster of extermination, can we take a step to speak." ”

Hearing the word ancestor, the aura on the two of them was all gone, but the killing intent permeating Wen Yu's body was still as majestic as the sea.

The natal sword was destroyed, the sword spirit was devoured, and it was impossible to accept such a cruel fact on anyone's body, and it was already very rational to not tear the space into the sword tomb for the first time.

Now, even if he was extremely angry, he could only put it down for the time being, listen to how the two explained, and then a shocking momentum crushed towards Ye Chaoyang.

The three of Taishang Elder Wen Yu, Jian Chen, and Ye Chaoyang disappeared in place, while the other four peak masters continued to return to the Sword Sect Square.

Sikong Haoran, who was in the space of the Sword Tomb, had no idea that what he had done had caused the high-level of the Sword Sect to quarrel endlessly, and he was even on the verge of anger for a while.

"Uh-huh!"

Blood was still dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his shaking body finally fell to the ground in a languid manner at the moment when the mirage and the soul refining tripod returned to its place, grinning in pain.

The return of Xuan Qi, the initiative is once again in his own hands, giving him a kind of fear like the rest of his life, if it weren't for the fact that the soul ocean is solid under the protection of the brilliant golden coat, and there is also the suppression of the soul refining ding, and the killing of the mirage, the pitch-black long sword sword spirit will definitely take its place.

"Damn Sword Spirit!"

Sikong Haoran's face was extremely ugly, the soul ocean was in shambles, although the pitch-black long sword had been rejected, there was a large piece of death breath remaining, and under the purification and devouring of the soul refining ding, there were still bursts of tearing pain in the soul like the puncture of ten thousand steel needles.

No matter how strong the body is, the soul is the most fragile part of the human body, once it is hurt, unless there is a heaven and earth spirit essence against the sky, or it is impossible to let the injured soul recover as before.

Sikong Haoran sat cross-legged in place, the soul decided to run on its own, the breath of death that permeated the soul ocean, with the passage of time and the passage of time, fading little by little, the damaged soul was also gradually repaired, and the gray traces that appeared when the soul refining ding was slashed by the pitch-black long sword sword spirit were also completely restored as before.

The sea of souls bloomed with a brilliant golden light, and the soul refining tripod also made a faint call.

Sikong Haoran recalled the battle without gunpowder just now, the conversation between them, the scene of the pitch-black long sword being cut off, and the image of the sword spirit being devoured, this scene came to his mind again, and the uncertain factor of the mirage was like a bloody blade at his throat, which made him panic.

"Mirage, can you hear me?"

...

"I heard your voice just now, can you tell me what your purpose is?"

...

"Mirage, you come out for me, don't pretend to be dumb for me, if you don't come out again, be careful that I burn you!"

No matter how Sikong Haoran shouted, threatened, and intimidated, the mirage did not emit even the slightest fluctuation of thoughts, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with it.

And the mirage at this moment, is refining the pitch-black long sword sword spirit, as it said, the injuries suffered in that battle have not been completely healed, otherwise it would not have instigated the soul refining ding to join forces to kill the sword spirit.

Now is the critical moment, the pitch-black long sword sword spirit is struggling, angry, trying to pull this mirage that killed it into hell together, but unfortunately it entered the mirage sword and was firmly bound.

In the face of the powerful mirage, no matter how unwilling and resistant it was, it was to no avail, the screams were weakening, and the spirit body was being eaten away little by little.

"If only Grandpa were here, with his current means, at least he could seal the mirage. ”

"I don't know where his old man is now, how he is doing, whether he will miss me. ”

"Grandpa!"

Sikong Haoran opened his eyes, the lingering haze enveloped his entire body and mind, his fists clenched, and his mind recalled the figure in a coarse linen robe.

Somewhere in the middle of the ocean.

As far as the eye can see, there are surging waves, and many kilometers from the coast, an idyllic island is hidden by a large array, and when you look down from the air, you can only see the sparkling surface of the sea, and from time to time some fish swim by.

That's right, this paradise is underwater, shrouded by three emperor-level high-level trapped and killing mixed arrays, and above the enchantment, there are also several phantom arrays and maze arrays to confuse powerful demonic beasts and cultivators who have come to train.

This is the lair of the Dark Night, the No. 1 killer organization in the Hengduan Continent.

In a room made of reefs on the island, a figure was still dressed in coarse linen clothes, but it was many times cleaner than before, and even his messy stubble was groomed.

A woman with a bewitching figure and a peerless color walked from outside the hall, her light steps, the green silk fluttering on her temples, and the inadvertently emanating amorous style, which made every grass and tree in this area stop breathing.

Walking up to him, Bai Yu's flawless arms tightly wrapped around the figure, snuggled into his arms, leaned on his warm shoulder, and breathed his breath greedily.

"Lethe, I want to make up for all the thirteen years you have left, even if there is not a minute or a second. "Gentle as jade, exhaling like an orchid, the person in his arms, the ring and the hand behind him once again increased a trace of strength.

"Good. "A good word, spit out all the love in my heart.

"Ahh

"What's the matter, is it a cold!" Jiuyou left from his warm chest, one hand pressed to his forehead, and whispered.

The mind moved at will, and the Heavenly Realm soul power condensed a transparent mirror in front of him, "I couldn't even see Haoran's location, it seemed to be covered by a layer of enchantment." ”

"What's wrong with Haoran, isn't he in the Sword Sect?, will he be in danger?" Jiuyou seemed to have turned into another person in an instant, evil and ruthless, the previous gentle and lovely person disappeared without a trace, she knew that Haoran was his bond, the reverse scale of his life.

"Yes, although he is dangerous, he is not fatal. ”

This is what he must experience, the eagle needs to spread its wings and fly high in order to soar between the heavens and the earth, without enough experience, without enough strength, how can he appreciate how beautiful the rainbow is after the wind and rain. The corners of Lechuan's mouth rose slightly, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"If Haoran is hurt, I will definitely come out of the nest in the dark night, so that the Sword Sect chickens and dogs will not be left!"