Only Sima Yuan's face was solemn, the power of this Heavenly God Yan exceeded his expectations, and the power it emitted was already comparable to that of a near god.

Without thinking too much, Sima Yuan's mind instantly flashed through dozens of collection methods, such as the collection of usage bags, sword array cages, and even storage rings, but they were all immediately vetoed by him.

With such a powerful divine fire, only a demigod can be suppressed.

Looking at Sima Yuan's body, there were only two or three demigods obtained.

Such as Yama Luo Ti, the judge's pen, two underworld weapons, Jin Gangzhu, and the natal flying sword.

At this time, Zhong Lingyun immediately said urgently: "Uncle Shi, quickly suppress him with holy spring water."

As for the evil god and the Bo Ling in the back, they had already fled thousands of feet, only Zhong Lingyun was still on Sima Yuan's side.

Sima Yuan immediately woke up after hearing the sound, and secretly scolded himself for being a fool and restraining each other, why didn't he expect it.

Then he turned his head to look at the holy spring water, his eyes were excited, and he immediately waved his big hand, and covered the holy spring water on the heavenly god Yan.

Suddenly, water and fire melted, and smoke rose up one after another, like a fairyland on earth.

The milky white smoke instantly blocked the sight of the two, hazy.

Sima Yuan waved lightly, and the white mist was instantly swept away.

At this time, Tianshen Yan had already been suppressed for the most part.

Looking closely, the tangible and intangible Heavenly God Yan was surrounded by holy spring water like several clusters of ghost fire.

Sima Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly had an idea.

The Heavenly God Yan is the most powerful force in the world, and it is the best spiritual fire for forging all magic weapons and artifacts.

Why not use it to reforge the sword?

During this period of time, the Sword of the Divine Punishment has suffered heavy losses one after another, although there have been several temporary 'subsidies', but it is tantamount to drinking doves to quench thirst, and has not repaired its deepest hidden dangers.

Sima Yuan's original intention was that when he was promoted to the Spirit God Heavenly Realm, he could temper it with the help of the power of heavenly punishment.

But because his experience during this period of time was too strange and strange, even the punishment of the day was delayed, so that his plan was immediately put on hold.

However, the appearance of the Heavenly Divine Yan this time may be a good opportunity to re-refine the Divine Sword.

Under the transmission of the idea, the sword of the god appeared outside the body.

The trembling continued.

The evil god and the bodhisattva spirit behind him saw that the fire was suppressed, and immediately broke through the air.

The evil god was a little surprised, "Daoist friend, this is a magic weapon for refining?"

Sima Yuan bowed his head and said: "Yes, this God-given opportunity, Sima may be able to repair the Natal Flying Sword." ”

Immediately, his gaze swept over the Divine Sword, and it immediately trembled.

At the same time, he said to Zhong Lingyun in a deep voice: "Yun'er, you step back first." ”

Zhong Lingyun looked at his head, "Uncle be careful."

After finishing the road, he retreated to hundreds of zhang away with Jin Gangzhu.

The Evil God and the Bodhisattva Spirit did not retreat immediately this time, and after they saw Sima Yuan's plan, "It's okay, then the two of us may be able to suppress the battle for Daoyou." ”

Fang subconsciously withdrew, which made the evil god and the Bo Ling a little ashamed, this is a shameless act of directly abandoning their allies.

Especially in front of the little girl Zhong Lingyun, the image of the two of them is completely ruined.

I heard that Sima Yuan wanted to refine the sword, so I happened to borrow it

Make up for it.

After Sima Yuan thanked him, he pointed lightly at the Divine Sword.

The Divine Sword immediately trembled, as if excited, as if jumping lightly with trepidation.

The blade of the sword immediately fell into the heavenly gods.

In an instant, flames climbed up along the body of the Qingchi sword.

In an instant, wisps of thin gossamer invisible spiritual flames erupted from the Divine Sword.

At the same time, stimulated by this, the Heavenly God Yan actually gathered together, and in Sima Yuan's pupils, he directly covered the entire sword body.

A crackling sound sounded, like the sound of firecrackers bursting one after another.

The pain in Sima Yuan's heart suddenly surged like a tide, and he couldn't help but snort.

There is soul blood flowing out of the seven orifices, and the face is hideous and terrifying.

The Divine Sword is Sima Yuan's natal flying sword, and the heart and mind are connected, and the sword spirit is cultivated by Sima Yuan from scratch.

There is not only Sima Yuan's hard work in the sword body, but also soul blood, as if he was born, which can be called a real 'blood is thicker than water'!

While Sima Yuan let out a muffled snort in his mouth, the movements in his hands did not stop at all, only to see him wipe a handful of soul blood on his face and throw it towards the Divine Sword, after a burst of snorts, part of the soul blood was instantly burned, but after all, part of it was immersed in the body of the Qingchi Sword.

Sima Yuan's soul blood entered, and if the sword was helped, the sword body immediately burst into bursts of brilliance.

Later, Sima Yuan used his mana to manipulate the Holy Spring Water and the Heavenly God Yan to evenly calcine the body of the Green Red Sword, and at the same time, he continued to bleed and integrate it into the Divine Sword.

Even in order to make the power of the Divine Sword to a higher level, he also deliberately pulled out a piece of elixir fragment and secret realm fragment and integrated it into the sword body.

In this way, the aura of the Divine Sword gradually stabilized, and even a trace of mysterious, powerful, and agile divinity flashed out.

In this way, after seven days and seven nights of calcination, a clear, excited, and joyful tremor suddenly sounded.

It's like being reborn, almost nirvana.

A brilliant sword light as bright as the moon and sunlight rose into the sky.

It illuminated the entire Central Plains and alarmed the entire Shenzhou.

Above the sky, there were immediately bursts of thunderstorms, lightning and thunder, and there was a rumbling sound.

Breathing, it was a crimson thunderbolt that clicked away and disappeared.

Below, Sima Yuan took a lot of effort to seal and put away the Heavenly God Yan who had been badly injured, and then moved all the holy spring water back.

After doing all this, just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, a cry of surprise rang out.

Zhong Lingyun raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and immediately exclaimed: "Uncle Shi, look!"

Sima Yuan raised his eyes and saw a huge phantom that was the same as Sima Yuan standing in the air.

The silver-white sword robe flew up, and the ink hairpin tightly tied the long black hair, flowing backwards.

Especially the handsome face, compared to Sima Yuan's physical body on the ground, it looks more and more bewitching, handsome and spiritual.

His person is the sword spirit of the Divine Sword!

Zhong Lingyun approached Sima Yuan, glanced at Sima Yuan secretly, and after blinking his eyes, he whispered: "Little uncle, that little uncle above seems to be more handsome than you." ”

The evil gods and bodhisattvas on the side bowed their heads in deep disapproval, and they all echoed it

"Not bad!"

The corners of Sima Yuan's mouth twitched fiercely, and his head was full of black lines.

At this time, the heavenly punishment roared down, and the rolling explosion sounded.

The click sounded, and dozens of streams poured down.

Unexpectedly, the 'Sima Yuan' stood with his hands in his hands, and he was as arrogant as the usual Sima Yuan, and his eyes and momentum all showed the meaning of looking at the world.

Zhong Lingyun on the side seemed to have a strange look in his eyes, and he pursed his mouth, "Little uncle, look, his rampant appearance looks like you." ”

"It's exactly the same."

The evil god and the Bo Spirit also added fuel to the fire, and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhong is in the middle of a word!"

Sima Yuan's face suddenly darkened, and his face twitched for a while.

At this time, high in the sky, the sword spirit of the sword of the god of punishment let out a long roar, and under the surprise of the evil god and the bodhisattva spirit, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Heavenly punishment was swallowed into his belly.

Then after he laughed a few times, his figure suddenly jumped high, and the blue red sword body on his side followed him like a shadow.

One step down, and it is above the heavenly punishment.

I saw that his big sleeves suddenly flicked back, and his cold and sharp eyes fell, sweeping past Sima Yuan, the evil god, the Bodhisattva spirit, and Zhong Lingyun, so frightened that she subconsciously leaned into Sima Yuan's arms.

Oh, in the pupils of the evil god and the bodhisattva spirit shrank, the sword spirit of the god of punishment sucked in suddenly.

The whole piece of Heavenly Punishment was swallowed into its belly.

The sky was suddenly restored to clarity and blue, and a hundred thousand miles were like washing, without a trace of clouds.

At this time, the evil god's face gradually became solemn, and he secretly said: "Sima Daoyou, there is something wrong with your sword." ”

Sima Yuan smiled when he heard this, something is wrong, he has become a god.

Bo Ling's gaze was also like a great enemy, and in a trembling roar and rapid approach, he couldn't help but feel out a bowl.

For self-defense.

He also secretly said: "Sima Yuan, your sword is a little weird. ”

Except for the lack of flesh and blood, it is almost indistinguishable from a real person.

Judging by his words and deeds, he is even more Sima Yuan than Sima Yuan.

With a bang, a loud sound of space shattering sounded, and a figure identical to Sima Yuan appeared in front of Sima Yuan.

Zhu Shen Sword Spirit and Sima Yuan stood opposite each other.

They were all silent.

The scene froze for a moment.

In this moment, Zhong Lingyun quietly took a small step forward.

The evil god squinted slightly, and a tightening artifact that had never appeared before appeared in his hand.

The bowl in the hand of the Bo Ling is even more directly radiant.

The three of them are all ready to go.

The sword spirit of the god looked at him, and no one took the lead in speaking.

I saw Sima Yuan's eyes calm, looking at the sword spirit of the gods.

On the other hand, looking at the sword spirit, there seems to be an endless undercurrent flowing quietly in the deepest part of his eyes, but his eyes are not shocked, and there are no waves in the ancient well.

I don't know how long it has been, but in Zhong Lingyun's eyes, it seems to be thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years.

The Divine Sword Spirit was the first to move.

He bowed his head slightly and whispered, "Sword Spirit, meet the master." ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a touch of warm sun dissipating the solemn atmosphere.

Zhong Lingyun subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief

, the evil god and the bodhitta suddenly slowed down.

When Sima Yuan heard this, he bowed his head slightly, and there seemed to be plainness and calmness in his eyes, and even a trace of joy and relief.

He whispered, "Come home."

The sword spirit bowed slightly, and after a ripple in his body, he escaped into the body of the Qingchi sword.

Sima Yuan made a slight move, and the Divine Sword escaped back into his hand.

After a flash of light, he went into Sima Yuan's purple palace to recuperate.

After Sima Yuan silently comprehended, he retracted his mind and looked at Zhong Lingyun and the others.

Zhong Lingyun spit out her fragrant tongue and muttered, "I was scared into a cold sweat."

The evil god's eyes were complicated, and he chuckled, "Dao friendly skills."

Bo Ling sighed: "With such a divine weapon in hand, the strength of Daoist friends has reached a higher level, which can be described as a tiger with wings." ”

They knew that the first appearance of the divine soldier in the world, once attached, was completely returned.

The scene was just a scene, but the divine soldier was born with a touch of innate aura, and after being warmed by Sima Yuan for a period of time in the future, there was no longer a situation where Fang Cai was almost 'devouring the master'.

Sima Yuan smiled when he heard this, he was excited and happy in his heart, and naturally he was not an outsider.

(End of chapter)