Outside the cave, Li Xiaoyi has been blowing the mountain wind for a long time, autumn has come, the weather is very cold, and the autumn air is refreshing, he really feels very cold.

Back in the cave, the Quartet Treasure Mirror was still suspended in mid-air, Li Xiaoyi stretched out a finger, and then flicked the mirror, and a wisp of ghost flew out, not fleeing out, but pounced on Li Xiaoyi.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he held it with one hand, and the wisp of ghost immediately screamed, and the Heavenly Spirit Divine Fire wrapped it just right.

The slightest change scorched it, and it was not until the other party was completely honest that Li Xiaoyi put away the flames and looked at the other party coldly.

Gao Zhuofan's face was a little blurry, but it was still faintly visible, he stared at Li Xiaoyi resentfully, his eyes were blood-red, and there were two lines of blood and tears.

What made him suffer the most was that Li Xiaoyi and Sun Jiaqi went out of the northwest together, and when they were washing their faces by a lake, Li Xiaoyi actually took out the Sifang Treasure Mirror for him to take care of.

He was in the mirror, looking at the beautiful face that he missed day and night, at the shyness on her face, at her delicate smile, but the man was standing behind her, smiling but not smiling......

He took everything from himself, Gao Zhuofan wanted to cry without tears, and his heart ached like a knife, but no one heard his voice, only himself!

Li Xiaoyi looked at him, he had nothing to say, and he had nothing to talk about in the past, he opened his mouth and inhaled, and the seven-colored halo spat out, rolling it into the Nirvana Orb, turning into a wisp of smoke, and his soul was scattered.

He sighed, not for Gao Zhuofan, but for the Nirvana Orb and himself, in the past, he devoured souls and transformed his souls, and his cultivation would be more or less improved, but now he didn't feel the slightest feeling.

Do you really need a real soul?

Shaking his head, while putting away the Quartet Treasure Mirror, there was an inexplicable extra flag in his hand, and the flag body was unfurled, the galaxy was swaying, and the crystal was shining.

Li Xiaoyi was a little surprised, it was actually the power of the stars, and when he flipped it in his hand again, when the galaxy suddenly appeared, the two phases were shining, the brilliance was sprinkled, and the entire cave was as beautiful as the starry night sky.

This banner is called the Falling Star Banner, the quality of the Eight Heavens, and there are faint signs of an imminent breakthrough in the spirit.

The flags are smart, spread out around the Xinghe Ding, and the two are close to each other, which is extremely cordial.

Daojing Zhenren once said that two magic weapons of similar quality can be fused with each other and become one top magic weapon.

Li Xiaoyi looked at the Ding and the flag in front of him, thought for a long time, and suddenly stretched out his hand and patted the body, and the sword intent moved lightly.

Reaching out in the void, a flying sword magic weapon had already been caught in his hand, put it into the cold ice jade box prepared in advance, and pasted a golden talisman seal, and then put it away with satisfaction.

Then he controlled the Xinghe Ding, slowly took the falling star banner into it, and refined the moment the divine light spouted out, completely enveloping it.

The Nirvana Orb is running at full strength, and the runes on the Star River Ding are all prohibited, and all of them are activated.

Then he turned his mind, and the Double Moon Knife in the well was also stripped out of the Nirvana Orb, and the entire space was given to the Galaxy Baoding, and it was refined with all its might.

As for the treasure seal, when it came out with his backhand, the brilliance was restrained, and he was suspended motionless in the air, but this spiritual pressure was ......

Li Xiaoyi, who finally had a smile on the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and made a move, the golden light of the treasure seal flashed, the divine sense was filled, and the treasure had a spirit, entangled with it, entangled with each other, and then the treasure seal shook all around, and the power of gold and iron permeated the surroundings layer by layer.

The Heavenly Imperial Seal, the grade of the Nine Heavens, contains the power of gold and iron, and is strong!

The information was very simple, but it had already made Li Xiaoyi happy, but because of the Xinghe Ding, Li Xiaoyi could not use the refining divine light to refine it.

Therefore, the most primitive method can only be used, but it is also the most common way to refine magic weapons in the Daomen, the thirty-six of Tiangang and the seventy-two of the earth, and the morning and evening sacrifices.

This method is the most stable, but because of the refining of divine light, Li Xiaoyi has never tried it before, and he is a little unconfident.

But I still have to do it, it's too early for night, and when I take out the orb turned into a ghost vortex, the external halo has become dim and restrained.

Holding it in his hand, a layer of dry skin was swaying between the palms, and the inside became blurry, and the phoenix and the ghost couldn't see clearly, sighing, Li Xiaoyi still wanted to look at the ghost again, but his divine sense entered, but he couldn't get in.

There was a burst of sadness on the waist bag, and in Li Xiaoyi's mind, he stroked it gently, and then released it.

The thunderbolt manta dragon deliberately shrunk its body, the size of a sparrow, flapped its wings, and flew in front of and behind the beads, and from time to time it let out a mournful cry from its mouth.

Li Xiaoyi's heart is also uncomfortable, the ghost has saved him more than once, and he can't live together, he misses the feeling of being dependent on each other, and he also misses the company whenever and wherever he is.

But now......

Li Xiaoyi pinched the beads in his hand, the thunderbolt bat dragon was still whispering, he didn't want to look at it anymore, he didn't want to listen to it anymore, put the beads away, and the thunderbolt bat dragon also fell into the bag and stopped making a sound.

The cave fell silent again, and the clouds and mist between the mountains were ethereal, and there was no sound, except for the occasional sound of beasts and birds, which sounded uninterruptedly.

Kunlun Sect.

Murong Yunyan, who received the news from the flying sword, did not convene the first real person of each peak, but only passed on the information.

She squinted and stood in the Yunhai Palace, stopped playing the piano, and led Wen Wan'er out.

On Lianxia Peak, you can see the disciples of the sect everywhere, not in a hurry, but leisurely, the cultivator pays attention to peace of mind, the Tao is natural, so it must fit the state of nature.

Wen Wan'er, who has been on the mountain for a while, is the first time she has gone out of the Yunhai Palace, and she usually gets along well with Xiaoli, but she is still unfamiliar with the entire Kunlun Mountain.

Murong Yunyan walked very slowly, she was very familiar with the grass and trees in Kunlun Mountain, but she looked at it very carefully, and her heart, which was not very calm, suddenly calmed down a lot.

The disciples of the Kunlun Sect on both sides of the leisurely sect saw the real person in charge of the sect, and hurriedly saluted in fear, but Murong Yunyan just helped him up with an indifferent smile, said a few words, and smiled, so that these cultivators who pursued the peace of the Dao heart had ripples in their hearts, and their faces were red and they couldn't help themselves.

All the way down, all the people she encountered, Wen Wan'er followed behind, cautiously, without saying a word, the two of them went one after the other, and before they knew it, they had come to the Valley of the God of War.

Sun Biao and the others, who were training in the valley, immediately stopped their bodies and stepped forward to salute.

Murong Yunyan greeted them one by one, Sun Dabiaozi's smile was almost to the root of his ears, and Chen Yueling and the others stood there respectfully when they were still at their own place.

Murong Yunyan's gaze looked at the white jade wall again, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and stroked the names one by one, with a sad face on his face.

Chen Yueling and the others watched silently, Sun Biao stopped laughing, and Murong Yunyan suddenly said, "You guys, it's very good!"

Then she left gently, Wen Wan'er followed behind, glanced at the wall again, and quickly followed.

"There are flying dragons in the northwest, and the 100,000 mountains in the south seem to be unstable. ”

She walked up the steps, her face was no longer as quiet and natural as before, but solemn, Wen Wan'er didn't dare to speak, Murong Yunyan stopped and stopped, but looked at Wangyue Peak......