Mo Xiaoxie sat on the beach, listening to the sound of the waves rolling up, watching the afterglow of the sunset, and his chaotic thoughts filled his mind.

"Boy, it's time for the old way to go. ”

Mo Xiaoxie looked back, and there was no one behind him, leaving the aftermath of the old way in his ears.

Three days have passed since the battle, and if Lao Dao hadn't been seriously injured, I'm afraid he would have left that day.

The great battle of that day is vividly remembered at this moment.

The power of the three-talent giant sword formed by the three Yuanying True Monarchs is that the old Dao of Sanyi has to avoid the edge, but unfortunately, it is only an extremely strong attack for the Flame Demon.

If it is said that it is life-threatening, it is far from it.

The demonic mist filled the gap between the fire demon's raised hand, and the giant sword was shattered by the fire demon with a single blow before it was within three feet.

It's just that the breath is faint, and the magic pattern has dimmed a lot.

And the three old men of the Spirit Sword Pavilion disappeared between heaven and earth.

Then the old Dao of Sanyi made a move, a god Dao monarch, and a demon Dao powerhouse who was once ranked in the human fairy realm.

The battle between the two of them tore apart the entire island, and if he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have been dismantled under the wind of the two.

The final result was a defeat for both sides, and the old Dao of Sanyi blew himself up before the star banner in his hand had to be buffered.

Although the Flame Demon was unwilling, he also understood that fighting was just a lose-lose situation, and even if he killed Sanyi Lao Dao, he would have to pay a great price.

And he has just broken the seal, and it is not worth it to recuperate for another hundred years for the sake of a god-transforming monk.

As long as the cultivation is exhausted, a god-transforming monk and a sneeze can make him die hundreds of times.

In this way, except for the devastated island and a group of mortals, the two of them left in style.

Mo Xiaoye shook his head, the wind coming from the sea at night was still a little cold.

Mo Xiaoxie got up, a cold light stabbed at him, his figure was slightly wrong, he dodged the sword light, and looked at Pan Long with a frown.

"What do you mean?"

"It's all you, if you hadn't come, what would have happened on the island?" Pan Long's face was full of anger, his forehead was bruised, and his red eyes had a faint hint of crystal.

Mo Xiaoxie suddenly understood how the cultivation of his two brothers came about.

"Some things, even without me, would have happened, after all, our strength is too small for them. A wry smile appeared on Mo Xiaoxie's face, and he suddenly thought of something that he had not understood for many years.

'I have never been in the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes have always revolved around me!'

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the same is true of the cultivation realm.

"From now on, you can follow me, and I will take you into the Spirit Sword Pavilion. Mo Xiaoye looked at Pan Long's eyes and said solemnly.

"Hmph, no, my two brothers don't need charity. Pan Long snorted coldly, put away his sword and turned to leave.

A big tear slipped down his face, and a touch of perseverance appeared on his face instead of a simple face.

He understood that Mo Xiaoxie would not be the culprit, although his strength was stronger than him, but not to the extent of opening mountains and splitting the sea.

......

The next morning, there was not a single monk on the island, except for a few mortals.

After a long time, a purple light shuttled through the mortal villages and towns, and silently, the entire island was reduced to a dead land, and there was no longer a trace of life.

Mo Xiaoxie looked at the vast sea under his feet with a wry smile, he made a mistake, he had no choice but to swell with the waves, and he didn't know when he would see the island.

Sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat, he boredly checked the two things that the Spirit Sword Pavilion had given to him.

A jade slip, a ring.

Mo Xiaoxie put the jade slip on his forehead, and a stream of information rushed to Zhihai, and after a long time, Mo Xiaoxie frowned and rubbed his head that was a little painful.

Gongfa (Heavenly Defects): "Sword Codex".

The only disadvantage of the pure sword cultivation method, the method of the Great Dao, is that it can only be cultivated to the Yuan Infant Stage.

However, it is undoubtedly a great treasure for the open sea.

However, for him who already has the "Heavenly Sword Codex", this exercise is dispensable.

Spell (Xuanpin): Imperial Sword Technique

This made Mo Xiaoye a little surprised, in the cultivation realm, the sword art has been extremely popular, but it is all mainland goods, and the real sword art is one in ten thousand.

True sword art is not a method of flying with a sword, but an extremely powerful method of attack.

I'm afraid that only a sword cultivation sect like the Spirit Sword Pavilion will have authentic sword arts.

Spell (ground product): A sword flying immortal, the move of sword intent.

Mo Xiaoxie looked at it for a while, and finally found that this method can be said to be an enhanced version of the imperial sword technique, with only one move, but it is extremely sharp.

It should be similar to the Knife Drawing Technique.

Sword Formation (Heavenly Product): Three-talent Sword Formation.

The three of them cast a sword formation, which can increase the attack bonus when entering, and disperse the defense when retreating.

The strong can wield the sword alone, but the power is three points weaker.

Although it is called a sword formation, it is not impossible for him to draw inferences from one another, and it is not impossible to use the sword formation with the method of three talents.

But where is the strength of the premise, with his cultivation of Qi cultivation, don't daydream.

As for the rest, there are some miscellaneous things, Dan Fang, instrument Fang, formation, and some inheritances, and Mo Xiaoyi didn't look much at this.

As far as he is concerned, these things are dispensable.

When the strength is enough, everything can be captured.

After putting the jade slip into the Hongmeng Palace, he picked up the ring and looked at it.

I don't know what kind of ring made of jade, there is a hidden warmth to the touch.

After looking at it for a moment, Mo Xiaoye bit his finger and squeezed out a trace of blood and dripped it.

To his embarrassment, it didn't seem to be of any use, and the blood still covered the surface of the ring, not absorbed as he thought.

It's embarrassing, it's all a lie in the novel, who said that you can recognize the Lord by touching a ring and dropping a drop of blood.

Could it be that it's really just a simple ring?

If it is really a simple ring, why is it collected by the Spirit Sword Pavilion, and Jindan real people will look at ordinary rings?

Mo Xiaoye put the ring on his forehead again, and the sea moved slightly, rushing to the ring, but it was blocked as if he had hit a barrier.

A smile flashed on Mo Xiaoxie's face, although his divine sense was useless, but it also made him understand that this thing was not a mortal thing, and he had really never encountered it if it could block his divine sense.

Holding it in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, his consciousness and blood are not good?

A trace of spiritual power appeared in his hand, reaching for the ring, but it was like a drop of water into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

Mo Xiaoxie's face was happy, it was useful!

The spiritual power of the whole body was turbulent, pouring towards the ring in his hand.

One breath,

three-breath,

moment

Three quarters,

Half an hour later, Mo Xiaoxie left drops of sweat on his forehead, his face was slightly pale, and the aura in his body was even lower.

"Holy shit, what the hell is this broken ring?"

Mo Xiaoye wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the ring in his hand again.

It's just a glutton, after absorbing so much spiritual power, there is no change.

Putting the ring on his finger, Mo Xiaoye hurriedly recovered the empty spiritual power in his body, some Meng Lang, he was in the sea, and he actually consumed ninety percent of the spiritual power in his body.

It is unwise.

The moment Mo Xiaoxie closed his eyes, the ring on his hand flashed a ghostly light, and then returned to a very ordinary appearance.