Half a month later, on the lotus platform of the secret realm, Sima Yuan twisted the sword pill and pondered, although he was annoyed by the escape of the fairy sword before, but the other party was his former master after all, and it was understandable.

However, this does not mean that Sima Yuan does not have a trace of mustard in his heart, on the contrary, he has a trace of eagerness and anxiety in his heart.

He needs a natal flying sword!

Although it is good to ask immortals, it is not their own destiny after all.

Suddenly, he coughed lightly, and scarlet blood fell into his palm, and he immediately meditated to recuperate.

Since he was seriously injured that day, Sima Yuan has never recovered, and most of his remnant soul has been destroyed, and only a wisp of survival remains.

Now Sima Yuan looked at it from the outside, and he got rid of a sick seedling, his face was as pale as snow, and his complexion was extremely poor.

His eyes were gloomy, his spirit was sluggish, and the blood of the ink soul between the seven orifices overflowed from time to time, and the blood did not stop.

Sima Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and after looking around, he suddenly said lightly, "Go out to inspect, no living beings are allowed to approach within a hundred zhang." ”

As soon as the words fell, a sword light disappeared in a flash.

It is to ask the fairy sword.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the sword pill, and handed out a mental power to wrap around it.

The sound sounded, Sima Yuan's eyes were cloudy, and his face, which had finally recovered, turned pale, extremely white.

As if burned by living charcoal, a wisp of green smoke rose up, and the breath of foundation building rose up and down, fluctuating.

Sima Yuan's eyes were condensed, his eyes were ruthless, and he said in a deep voice, "Melt!"

In an instant, a sense of division like a knife cut entered Sima Yuan's mind, and he was in pain.

He gritted his teeth and hissed and roared, beads of sweat on his forehead, and his breathing was rapid, and he gasped for breath.

With a little effort, the sword pill suddenly flashed.

Sima Yuan's expression was overjoyed, and after a little hesitation in his eyes, he showed a hint of decisiveness, since he had decided to officially smelt the sword pill today, he would completely smelt it in one go.

He used his remnant soul power to completely envelop Kenmaru.

The sound was loud and resounded all around.

And when Sima Yuan was smelting the sword pill, he didn't notice it, and asked the fairy sword to be quietly approaching, as if he was hesitant and hesitant.

Half a sound, after a low wail, its sword trembled, and then completely stabilized.

At this time, Sima Yuan's smelting had reached a critical moment, and the initial smelting could be completed only by waiting for the sword pill to be stretched into a sword body.

At this time, a tremor suddenly sounded in Sima Yuan's ears, and he raised his head, his gaze fell on the sword that was rapidly approaching in the distance.

Sima Yuan's eyes were cold, "Presumptuous!"

The sword suddenly accelerated like an edict, and Sima Yuan's face changed greatly, and he raised his hand to smash it with a punch.

In an instant, there was a bang, and after the Immortal Sword screamed, it directly broke into four or five pieces, levitating in front of Sima Yuan.

He looked stunned, and looked at the Immortal Sword for a long time without saying a word.

It's not murderous.

Sima Yuan stopped the matter of smelting the sword pill, and after being silent for a long time, he gently picked up the fairy sword.

The broken spirit sword trembled incessantly, as if it was pouring out an apology.

Sima Yuan caressed it silently, and only after a long time did he whisper, "I do have the intention of complaining about you, but after all, he was your master, although he complained, but I am really gratified, you voluntarily martyred today, and you deserve the name of 'Fairy Sword'!"

The fairy sword trembled slightly, as if relieved and relieved.

After a long time, it let out a deep and faint sword groan, and the spiritual light quietly disappeared.

Sima Yuan was silent, his hands trembling lightly while holding his sword, and there was a rare look of self-blame and remorse on his face.

"It's not your fault, it's that I'm being too selfish. ”

..........

For several days after that, Sima Yuan was in a trance, and he still remembered the joyful scene of getting the Ask Immortal Sword in the Sword Shrine that day.

On that day, he received his first spirit sword since cultivating!

Its sword body is blue and blue, only a few feet long, but as soon as it is born, it will be intimidated by the swords.

It is a broken sword, which used to fight for the Lord and was broken in two.

He is a faithful servant, who now fights for the Lord, but does not want to hurt the Lord.

It is a spirit sword, worthy of the new lord and willing to be martyred, worthy of the name of the fairy sword!

Its name is Ask Immortal.

Sima Yuan picked up a few broken swords, and the mustard in his heart had already disappeared, and only a trace of guilt lingered in his heart.

He gently rubbed the sword body, sighed lightly with a complicated expression, and said in a low voice, "Sima Fuyuan is not enough, it is rare for you to be willing to follow." Today, if you want to bury the old Lord, I will not stop you. ”

Three days later, Sima Yuan held the sword pill in his left hand, and grasped the sword of the immortal remnant with his right hand, his eyes were firm, and he slowly spit out a word,

"Ask the immortals, enter the sword pill!"

If the remnant sword is spiritual, after a slight tremble, several remnants turned into streamers and swept into the sword pills.

Sima Yuan stared at the sword pill in his hand and said softly, "Ask the immortal, melt!"

The sound sounded again, and there seemed to be several green and blue dragons in the sword pill that were quickly sweeping away, swimming happily.

Sima Yuan's eyes froze, and he pinched both sides of the sword pill with both hands, and slowly pulled it.

Qingbi's subtle swimming dragon immediately returned to its place, and then the sword pill like a mud pill slowly lengthened, but it became a ruler size in an instant, just like the length of the fairy sword before.

Sima Yuan knew that he must have asked the Immortal Sword to help, otherwise it would not be so easy to refine the Sword Pill this time.

He stared down, the sword body condensed by the sword pill was silvery-white, and the central sword spine was engraved with several blue and blue colors, like a green and blue swimming dragon, making the sword body show a strange style.

The aura on it was fierce, cold and calm, and the sword light was shining and flickering.

A strong momentum comparable to the early stage of foundation building suddenly rose, and the surrounding aura was wiped out.

At the same time, a sense of closeness entered Sima Yuan's mind, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.

Now that I have such spirituality in my first practice, I believe that in the future, I will be able to move as I like, and the sword will be a thousand miles away without hindrance.

Sima Yuan gently rubbed the brand-new spirit sword, and there was a burst of coldness on the sword, cold and cold.

He whispered softly, "Not only are you new to the sky, but you also ask about the immortal remnant sword, and in the future, you will be Sima Yuan's natal flying sword, galloping with me on the avenue, why don't you call you to 'ask God'." ”

The spirit sword got its name, as if it was reborn.

He immediately trembled with joy, flying around Sima Yuan's side, and the sword chant continued, resounding in his ears.

Sima Yuan's eyes showed a doting look, and with a slight move, the Divine Sword fell into his hand.

Subsequently, Sima Yuan incorporated it into the Purple Palace in his body, and was nourished and refined by hundreds of drops of Sword Yuan.

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Xianyou Country, Danwu County.

At the edge of Yankun Mountain, three hundred miles away from the county seat, a silvery-white light of the Edgeworth's flight suddenly flew by, and it was about to disappear into the sky in the blink of an eye.

There's a murderous trick going on on the ground.

The besieged man was a ranger cultivator, who was dignified in appearance, short and shrunken in stature, and could be called a man of five shorts.

However, at this moment, his eyes were full of indignation, and the short blade in his hand had already been cut off and shattered into several pieces.

The four or five people showed a playful look in their eyes, and the person at the head looked up at the silver-white sword disappearing into the blue sky, smashing it, smashing it, and his dry and chapped thick lips were full of longing, "Tsk, presumably this is one of those sect disciples, born with unique endowments and countless resources, how can it be like me who has been tired and tired for half a lifetime, and it is less than a fraction of others." Looking at the man's speed, but his sluggish state even Lao Tzu could see it clearly, it was really a waste of good qualifications, and he waved his strength on his belly, hum. ”

The five-short man sneered, "When the people flew over your head, why didn't you say that at this time, an afterthought and shaking the prestige are just bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, what is there to be proud of?"

The leader was dressed in a gray sleeved robe, the top of the sleeve robe was ambiguously flat, and the collar and sleeves had long been polished and dull.

Looking at its material, it seems to be the handwriting of those little embroidered ladies in Jinxiu County.

It's a pity that such a good brocade robe was worn by this person in such a shabby appearance, I don't know if there is no money to maintain it or I can't change it into new clothes.

His face drooped slightly, his fierce eyes were cold, and he turned a deaf ear to the cynicism of the five short people.

Just waved his hand lightly and said, "Slip a little, kill, destroy corpses, and destroy traces." ”

As soon as the words fell, the five short-lived people looked up to the sky and roared, "Lao Tzu fought with you." ”

Immediately, the people broke through frantically, and the people who came around looked hideous, and the ferocious and cold-blooded colors were self-evident.

With two swords, the man screamed in pain, and after the short blade in his hand split a round of edge, a sword light struck extremely trickily, and gently turned around the wrist of the five short figures.

He immediately shouted, fell to the ground and rolled around, covered the broken wrist with his other hand, and beads of sweat rolled down, but at this time he gritted his teeth and dared not show the slightest vitality.

At the same time, he kept dodging and evading, hoping to dodge dozens of swords and swords behind him.

With a little effort, the five short figures gradually fell silent.

The leader turned his eyes coldly, looked at a dense branch, squinted, and suddenly sighed: "In such a scene, you didn't take the bait, but it was beyond my expectations. ”

Under his gaze, a sickly silver-robed young man slowly floated down, and his breath was slightly weak.

The young man smiled and waved his hand, "When I first passed by, I did have the intention of drawing a sword to help, and then I observed that the intentions were sinister. ”

The face of the leader sank, and he stared at the other party, "How did you see through it?"

The sick young man looked at the man on the ground and pretended to be dead and said, "Your acting skills are too poor. ”

"Killing people and snatching treasures, but there is not even the slightest murderous aura, and the heart of attacking and killing that person is like water, and there is no wave. ”

The leader frowned, "That's all?"

The sick man spread his hands out, "Are these enough? Of course, this Yankun Mountain is a treasureless place, and it is inaccessible all year round, so it is strange to appear here today." ”

The leader's eyes were gloomy, and he slowly bowed his head, "I see, but this seat is careless." This Spirit Beast Pavilion Wang Zhizhen. ”

The sick person seemed to have a strange color, and after a moment of silence, he said lightly, "Zixiao Sima Yuan."

The people on the ground floated up, and their figures suddenly changed, from men to women.

She smiled and said, "Fantasy Dream Xuan Hu Feifei has seen Gongzi, by the way, it's the one who wants to get into it." ”

Sima Yuan glanced sideways slightly, glancing at the person hanging in the air behind him.

He stood proudly with a pestle knife, his face was expressionless, and he said indifferently, "Guo Sheng of Xuanming Sect."

Three strong foundations!!

The corners of Sima Yuan's eyes jumped violently, and the three major foundations were surrounded and killed here!