Fu Huanjing and Ruan Qingting, five days after flying with wings, suddenly felt that their cultivation had dropped significantly.

So, the two reluctantly said goodbye and went their separate ways.

As early as the Genting Treasure Zhai in the fantasy world, Fu Huanjing had heard of the ghost shadow and demon trace fist, and he was full of anger and was incomparable.

Fu Huanjing was no longer in a dilemma, after Ruan Qingting, the witch of the human world, and Murong Luanjie, the beauty of the illusion world, they took the master's secret servant Futu, the Yunding Sword Sect master Yuwen Leopard, the surprised young man Fan Lingluo of Qiyafu, and Cong Se, the introductory disciple of Wuliang Mountain, and a group of five people went to the Soul Prison Gully.

On this long trip, the five people have their own needs, and their minds are different.

The despondent young master Fu Huanjing's trip was to find out the worries and solve the problems, and to heal the old disease of Ruan Qingting, a witch doctor girl in the human world.

The shopkeeper of Jingxin Wine Workshop, Tiefutu, is not afraid of hardships and dangers, and he must have a plan to go on such a journey. He is a heavy drinker, and he is willing to leave the immortal brew for so long, and he is thinking about the peerless wine in the soul prison - tassel in his heart.

As for Yuwen Leopard, the sect master of the Yunding Sword Sect of Fangcun Mountain in the Illusory Realm, why did he repeatedly shirk having important matters at the beginning and politely refused Fu Huanjing's invitation. In the end, he was told by Murong Luanjie, "I also hope that Uncle Yuwen can go to the Soul Prison with Brother Huan Jing, so that Luan Jie will not worry about him all day long." "Persuasion, unexpectedly agreed without any delay.

The reason for this is probably that Murong Luanjie's father, Murong Bo, secretly did something to the salary of the door owner Yuwen Leopard, forcing him to reluctantly agree.

All of the above are just after-dinner conversations in the fantasy world, and as for whether they are true or not, naturally no one knows.

Fan Lingluo, a surprised young man from Qiyafu, met Fu Huanjing by chance before, and had a deep impression of him, so he went to the Soul Prison with him to see the world.

In the end, Cong Se, a beginner disciple of Wuliang Mountain, obeyed the master's arrangement, and went to the soul prison with the four of them, picked up the soul and turned his mind back, and suppressed the restless mind and emotions of the master Lingzi.

During the period of the Ancient Wasteland, the land of the Illusory World was barren and scarce.

At the edge of the illusory world, I never thought that there was such a boundless, extremely dark chaotic place, called the Soul Prison.

It can no longer be simply described as dark, it is a place of shock and horror that cannot be described in a few words, and countless infatuated ghosts who have died in the illusory world wander away, wailing all night.

Once you are in the middle of it, you can't see your five fingers, the ignition will go out, you won't see the light, and your bones will be creepy.

As you slowly enter the depths of it, you will find that you are suddenly unable to breathe, faint and faint as if you were instantly blocked by the six senses of the phantom.

And in the depths of that chaotic place, there is still a place that has not completely closed the six senses of the phantom spirit, and you can clearly feel that here, there is a faint trace of the warmth and spirituality unique to the illusion world.

Suddenly, a dazzling light shone on Fu Huanjing's group of five, which was dazzling.

The strange light, in the boundless darkness, seemed pure white to the extreme.

After a while, the white light changed into endless darkness in a snap of the fingers, the bottomless black and the scorching dazzling white, which made the five people stunned and stopped.

In the aftermath of the fading white light, there is a deep darkness dotted with stars, which is dotted with a few colorful jades, which are gorgeous and dazzling.

If you are lucky enough to pass through this brilliant silk scroll without dying, you will be lucky enough to see a mirrored phantom that is looking at you sweetly.

A lonely and boundless silk painting scroll, a few strokes of the central pavilion of the barren land, make that one towering, a hundred zhang square, crystal clear, like the rain scattered high mountain fairy capital, extremely treacherous and complex.

No, the high mountain of the immortal capital in that picture scroll can no longer be regarded as a high mountain, rising from the ground of the soul prison gully, splitting through the clouds, passing through the spiritual clouds, passing through the chaos, and rushing straight to the blue and clear sky like a lake.

The mountain is only a hundred zhang high from the ground, in fact, it is not an unattainable height, and Fangcun Mountain can be dozens of Zhushen Peaks higher than it.

Why?

The mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits.

The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

The five people in the group all secretly guessed that on this mountain, there was really a phantom spirit of the Immortal Monarch who had fallen from the Immortal Realm.

Every day in the Illusory Realm, there are phantom spirits who may have grabbed a great fortune and fortune and entered the realm of the Immortal Realm.

Correspondingly, every day in the fairy world, there are also immortal monarchs whose state of mind is damaged, and they fall into the high mountains of the illusory world.

After a brief discussion, the group of five hiked up to the top of the mountain to find out.

Around the peak, patches of fluctuating and chaotic air currents protect this mountain. At the peak of the mountain, colorful auspicious clouds alternately reflect each other, shining on a group of demons and monsters.

From time to time, the auspicious clouds have the same color, and after being mixed together, they turn into a terrifying dark color.

Beneath the suffocating air currents at the top of the mountain, an ordinary brown rice field land looks very out of place.

In the middle of the land at the summit of the mountain, there was an inconspicuous ancient sword that even looked a little tattered.

However, how could such an inconspicuous and tattered ancient sword stand on the top of this fantastic mountain?

What is its unbelievable origin?

This question, which cannot be verified, was placed in front of the five people. However, everything in the world of the illusory world has a spiritual dependence, and it should have such a set of supernatural magic circles based on it.

When the five of them were puzzled, the ancient sword unexpectedly bloomed with an incomparable brilliant glow, and there was a faint sadness in the depths of the light.

This relief of the body and mind was full of light, causing the ancient sword, which had not moved for a long time, to suddenly tremble violently.

It was slowly breaking away from the ground inch by inch, and the streamers on it flew and converged, bursting into colorful foam rain, as if they were very amazed and afraid of the opening of this ancient sword.

The moment the ancient sword broke away from the ground, its dazzling light instantly soared, and it instantly retracted into a place, turning into an indestructible sword light, hovering around the ancient sword.

The ancient sword suddenly shattered into a cloud of flying ash, and then quickly converged to complete the reforge.

At the moment when this ancient sword was reforged, the dazzling sword light around it suddenly dimmed a little, but it was still the bronze ancient sword that the Sword Emperor held when he was born in the sword coat back track.

This is itself, a three-foot blue-edged sword, shining with silver-white light.

The tip of the ancient sword is piercing, the blade is like a snowflake, the front of the hilt is carved with a fierce roaring green dragon, and the reverse side of the hilt is engraved with the Xuanwu of a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

The pendant of the ancient sword is a purple jade white tiger, the blade is extremely sharp, and the claws of a purple jade white tiger are vaguely seen stretched out, making a fierce tiger pounce.

This bronze ancient sword, the sword body is decorated with staggered patterns, and it is integrated, sometimes round and heavy, and sometimes sharp.

On the front of the ancient sword's blade, there were nine golden colored blood stains that had not dried, reflecting the nine dragons soaring out of the clouds. On the other hand, on the back of the sword, there are eight orange civets that look like humans and beasts, as if writing their daily happy times of playing.

The handle of the bronze ancient sword is blue, the blue is deep, and the blue is gorgeous.

In the center of the sword body, a thin cyan line could be faintly seen passing through, adding a touch of mystery to the ancient sword.

Obviously, this is a divine sword from the ancient wasteland period, and the hidden place of the sword body is engraved with two ancient inscriptions that are difficult to clearly identify - Qiankun.

Because Fu Huanjing has been writing the Fantasy World Chronicles for a long time, he naturally knows a lot about the ancient Sanskrit in front of him.

That's right, it's the Qiankun Divine Sword, which is an extremely evil bronze ancient sword with a glorious history.

Seeing it, the five couldn't help but think of the prophecy in the ancient legend of the Illusory World.

There is a way, but there is no way out.

The growth of the dragon all the way, subduing demons and eliminating demons, is categorically inseparable from his back, the assistance of the Qiankun Divine Sword.

Over time, he was surprised to find that the fate of all things in this illusory world was controlled by a few spirit venerables in Valhalla.

The unwilling Jack is extremely angry and wants to fight with the sky.

After exhausting his incomparably powerful aura mana and dying with heaven and earth, the scorpion inadvertently tore a gap in the illusion world, and the news was completely lost in the rivers and lakes of the illusion world.

If it is really as stated in the legend of the illusory world, how could this Qiankun Divine Sword, which has no news, be left here by its old owner, the Devil?

The indescribable dazzling brilliance attached to the surroundings of the Qiankun Divine Sword, and seven sacred rings traveled around the sword.

The divine sword turned the world upside down in an instant, and the sword pointed at the ethereal place of the heavenly gate, just like the inscription on the body of the same sword, almost wanting to reverse the situation.

"Show up, stop hiding your true identity, sinister and cunning Turtle, I know you're near the five of us. Fu Huanjing held the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in his hand and roared angrily.

The Qiankun Divine Sword rumbled loudly, and the five people who were shocked trembled and stood uncertainly.

Hearing this, the sky darkened in the blink of an eye.

The originally clear blue sky was instantly filled with endless black.

In the dark sky, a huge face appeared, pale as paper, without a trace of emotional change.

I saw that its eyes were like a whirlpool of deep pools, and the spiritual strength of the tempting phantom spirit was shattered. Its huge jaws slowly opened, intending to devour the mortal bodies of the five people.

"Thousands of years later, you've finally appeared. But can you, old fellow, still be on par with me? It seems to me that all these absurd acts are just your own inadequacy. The dragon sneered at the sneering eagle in front of him.

"It seems that you, the old dragon king, seem to have a victory in your hand, and you have a bamboo in your chest! But why do the corners of your eyes twitch so much?

"It's been so long, and you're still so fond of talking nonsense and asking some innocuous words. Fight to the death!" roared the dragon spitting hot lava.

From above the Qiankun Divine Sword, there were loud noises, like the sound of Sanskrit outside the sky, and like the roar of gods and demons. The five of them roughly understood what the specific outcome of the fight between the two immortals was.

The sword has a spirit, wandering between heaven and earth, looking for the deadly point of the dragon's burning.

The five of them were extremely bored, so they took what they wanted, bowed down, and said goodbye to the soul prison.

The old owner of the Qiankun Divine Sword, and the dragon Burning Demon, who was also an enemy and a friend, were still fighting, and they had no time to care about the hasty departure of the five of them.

The words are all here, the sword travels between the world and the world, and the universe sees Xuanyuan.

In the early morning, the sun had not yet risen, and it was only showing a little dark red in the far east of the illusory land.

Half of the sky, which is white with fish belly, and the traces of stars have not yet been completely hidden in the sky.

It is a hill that is not too high, and the emerald green vegetation is all over the mountain.

The mountain had been washed away by the rain last night, and several large earthy yellow and white mud blocks were arranged in a messy manner, near and far.

The surface of the mountain is uneven, because the morning sun does not rise completely. The surrounding area of the hill is shrouded in layers of gray-white mist, giving people a mysterious and unusual hazy feeling.

On a sheep intestine path in the mountains, Fu Huanjing was walking slowly among the dense misty forests wearing linen clothes and shabby open-toed cloth shoes.

A potholed path that was trampled by countless phantoms, cattle and sheep. Fu Huanjing was raising a few calves, holding a rope whip and walking left and right, so happy.

A few calves, who were quite disobedient, stopped here and there to chew on the grass beside the path. From time to time, they use their horns to touch each other's buttocks and chase each other.

This laughing act, in the eyes of Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, they seemed to be saying to each other: You bad guy, give me the master and I will honestly roll to the back. Master, I want to walk in the front, see the most beautiful scenery, and eat the freshest grass.

However, the calf in front of him, not to be outdone, kicked the latter to the ground with one hoof.

The pinnacle showdown has kicked off since then.

At this time, Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, would only shake his head, stop and pick up thick branches from the side of the road, and throw them at the naughty and willful calves.

The little calves, one by two, are in the luck dantian and begin to prepare to make moves to defeat the enemy. They suddenly noticed that thick branches fell from the sky and smashed on the heads of their restless calves, making their heads dizzy.

After a while, Fu Huanjing drove a group of calves to the destination.

It was a fertile and sweet meadow, and as soon as the calves saw this meadow, they instantly shook off Fu Huanjing, the cowherd who was responsible for taking care of them, like wild horses on the loose.

I saw them one by two, rushing in, cocking their buttocks high, wagging their tails, lowering their heads, and eating the tender and delicious grass.

Seeing this scene, Fu Huanjing sighed physically and mentally exhausted, and his face revealed a kind of maturity and stability that did not conform to what he should have at his age.

Although his face is not handsome enough, it is far from the Central Plains, which is a little redder than Pan An. However, his ordinary face sets off an unbelievable sense of mystery.

Then, the cowherd Fu Huanjing, shook his head stupidly, and walked to the side.

Before you know it, it's already bright. The sun burst out with golden rays of light, silently hanging above half the sky.

Fu Huanjing felt a little tired and sat down on top of a huge bluestone. He held his right hand weakly, his bulky head melon seed.

Fu Huanjing shouted a few words in impotent rage, and the anger in his chest gradually calmed down. He folded his hands behind his back and lowered his head slightly.

It seems that he is tired and wants to return to his hometown in the fantasy world in his dreams. He gradually lay down on the bluestone, and pulled his clothes briefly.

After a while, Fu Huanjing came out, and there was a slight snoring sound.

Beautiful mountains and forests, green meadows, lively calves, and young people in their dreams, it seems that everything is so beautiful.

However, not far to the east of the Soul Prison of the Illusory World, there was a rusty ancient sword hidden in the starry sky.

The ancient sword with a dull color quickly shuttled through Fu Huanjing's dream void.

At the moment when Fu Huanjing entered the dream realm, the ancient sword seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly stopped moving rapidly.

I saw that the ancient sword slowly turned around, and the tip of the sword pointed to the west of the Illusory Soul Prison, a huge pavilion floating in the air.

The ancient sword trembled rapidly, as if venting the bitterness that had been accumulating in its heart for a long time.

After a long time, it rushed towards the sky pavilion not far ahead at several times the speed it had before.

You can't imagine how fast it flies, it's a speed that people in the illusion world can't reach in a lifetime.

The ancient sword easily shuttled through at a rapid speed, and the barrier of the Void Dream Realm touched a thin layer of enchantment inside the pavilion in the sky.

Suddenly, after a little thoughtful pause on top of that thin barrier, the ancient sword gradually turned into a place of void dust.

Fu Huanjing was still asleep, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he was overjoyed, as if he had really returned to his hometown in the fantasy world.

Dozens of miles beyond the green mountains and green grass, the figure of the ancient sword suddenly appeared from the cloudless sky, and a crack suddenly appeared.

As the ancient sword got closer and closer to Fu Huanjing, the body of its sword was added out of thin air, and several scars of different lengths were added.

The ancient sword was much slower than before, and ran towards Fu Huanjing.

At noon, Fu Huanjing woke up from his dream, suddenly felt a little cold, and after his body shook twice, he sat up. His eyelids twitched a few times, and he gently rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes with his right hand, as if he was not very accustomed to the violent light.

Fu Huanjing, who was completely sleepy, stood up and shook the dust on his body, everything was so normal as before.

However, the galloping ancient sword in the sky was getting closer and closer to Fu Huanjing, the cowherd.

There were a few more cracks in the body of the ancient sword, and it seemed that the rapid flight caused some problems in the sword body, and it was almost about to shatter.

After the ancient sword let out a clanging sound, it quickly shortened from a five-foot long sword to a five-inch short dagger.

Then, the ancient sword gradually turned into an illusory phantom, and a sword shadow shot downward.

Fu Huanjing stood up, stretched hard, took a step forward, picked up a thick wooden stick, and seemed to drive the frolicking calves in front of him home.

But at the same time as Fu Huanjing took that step, he suddenly heard a very loud sword roar, penetrating all the living beings in the green mountains and clear waters.

"What's going on? Could it be that there really is such a thing here, an immortal monarch can't be a phantom?" Fu Huanjing, the cowherd, muttered to himself in surprise.

Fu Huanjing had just come up with this idea in his mind, and then he saw a short sword dagger that seemed to be real and illusory, quickly falling from mid-air, and sprinting straight towards the Baihui point above his head.

I saw that the short sword dagger disappeared in front of Fu Huanjing's eyes the moment it touched the skin on the top of Fu Huanjing's head.

The ancient sword instantly turned into a ball of blue-white air that Fu Huanjing couldn't see, and flowed into the meridians in his spiritual bones.

Fu Huanjing's left foot was still in mid-air, his arm was hanging in front of him, and everything seemed to stop at this moment.

However, under Fu Huanjing's weak spiritual strength, huge changes have secretly taken place.

In fact, every meridian in Fu Huanjing's body was hot and broken, and it glowed with silver and blue-yellow light.

In addition, the acupuncture points on the top of Fu Huanjing's head were filled with three thousand weak waters, which made his spiritual power depleted terribly.

And in Fu Huanjing's dantian abdomen, it was another strange scene. The short cyan sword dagger rushed into a barren void and stopped.

Then, the ancient sword split itself into two, one more illusory and ethereal, and the other much more solid and simple.

The short dagger with the solid and simple stopped and lay down in Fu Huanjing's dantian.

And the illusory and ethereal short dagger surged towards the acupuncture point above Fu Huanjing's head.

Zhihuihai, where Fu Huanjing's spiritual power springs up, are shaking slightly.

So, Fu Huanjing took a few big steps forward, held a relatively thick wooden stick, and drove a little calf that was lazily lying on the grass, basking in the sun and grazing, and drove it home.

"Seven Stars Cloud Snatching Sword, hurry up and hand it over! Otherwise, Lao Wei guarantees that you will definitely suffer from the skin and flesh of the world's end sword talent. "The abbot of the Bodhi Monastery held a Zen staff in his hand, and forced the Tianya Sword to coerce the Tao.

"No! there will be no time!" Tianya Sword laughed.

Then, the Tianya Sword broke free from the chains and disappeared in front of the abbot Yu Zhu's eyes.

Shicai's ancient sword was the seven-star cloud-seizing sword that Abbot Yu Zhu had sought all his life, but he never wanted to be found by Fu Huanjing, a cowherd.

Fu Huanjing, a cowherd, walked and suddenly encountered a fierce knocking tiger.

Fu Huanjing wanted to use the thick long wooden stick in his hand to defend the integrity of the calves behind him, and rushed to kill the knocking tiger in front of him.

After a wail, the knocking mountain tiger was beheaded off by Fu Huanjing with a sword, and he died on the spot.

Fu Huanjing opened his eyes in disbelief and found that the thick wooden stick in his hand had long since disappeared, and had turned into an antique bronze ancient sword.

Fu Huanjing, the down-and-out young master who returned to the throne of the original god, was really not a loss on this trip, not only found a large bottle of anxiety relief, but also picked up a seven-star cloud-seizing sword in vain.

This deal is not a loss, it is not a loss, and it has made a lot of money.

Seon lost his horse, but he didn't know if it was a blessing.

That's all it takes, ghost shadow demon trace fist, but Yunyuner.