After a day's time, Evil Zisheng had already flown over the Panlong Ridge, and under him was an endless barren Gobi, with quicksand and rocks, continuous stone cliffs, and the scenery looked a little desolate.

Above the rocky cliffs was a large area of russet peaks, bare and treeless, and full of dangerous ravines, like the claw marks left after being ravaged by a giant beast.

"This is Taiqiu Mountain. Evil Zisheng glanced down, and was not surprised by the scenery here, this place is barren, the land is barren, and there are not too many powerful demon beasts here, which is the place specially chosen to refine the Xianyang Sword.

"It is rumored that this mountain was also a spiritual mountain thousands of years ago, and there is a powerful demon beast living on this mountain, which is a god believed by foxes, building temples in this mountain, opening incense, and creating Hu Shendao, and the entire Taiqiu Mountain is the territory of this demon. "The Water and Land Ancestor seems to know something about this mountain, and has said some secret things.

"Oh, then this demon has some skills?" Evil Zisheng was not very surprised, the avenue is three thousand, people are humane, demons have demon paths, many ancient sects of the Dao system were actually founded by demon beasts, but now that the Emperor of Heaven is in charge, most of the Dao systems founded by demon beasts have been killed.

"Although this demon is a genius, he is arrogant, and he even wants to incarnate as a woman to confuse the Emperor of Heaven in a vain attempt to master the way of heaven. The Water and Land Ancestor said in a sarcastic tone, as if he was mocking this demon's indiscretion.

"Confusing the Emperor of Heaven?" Evil Zisheng admired the bold ideas of this demon, and he was familiar with history books, knowing that in the ancient flood era, there were many fox demons who turned into stunning women, seducing the king and disturbing the common people.

However, the evil self-born knows that the Emperor of Heaven is not those emperors in the ancient flood era, and can be easily designed by the beauty pass.

"I'm afraid this demon won't be able to succeed, right?"

"That's natural, if this demon succeeds, I'm afraid that this world will be the world of demon beasts. This demon conspiracy was revealed, and the whereabouts were unknown, and this Hu Shendao was also exterminated by Shunzhou City, and since then, this Taiqiu Mountain has been reduced to barren mountains and mountains, leaving only these weak white foxes. The Water and Land Ancestor sighed.

Evil Zisheng glanced at the devastation of Taiqiu Mountain, and occasionally saw a few white shadows on the huge gravel rock, which was the figure of the white fox, but these white foxes were extremely alert, just hiding behind the stones from afar, secretly looking at the evil self-generated.

The evil self-living consciousness dispersed, and from the bodies of these foxes, they did not feel the slightest mana fluctuation, it seems that these foxes have not cultivated except for their beautiful fur.

The Evil Self-Born Spiritual Consciousness continued to disperse in all directions, trying to find a safe place to refine the Immortal Yang Sword, but what made Evil Self-born feel pity was that although he found several fox caves, these caves were very small and could not be entered by a Terran monk like him.

During this period, Evil Zisheng also found several demon beast foxes in the Qi Refining Realm, but although the mana fluctuations of these Qi Refining Realm foxes were very weak, they were very sensitive to spiritual sense induction, and the evil self-generated spiritual sense swept over, and from the eyes of these demon foxes in the Qi Refining Realm, a little worried look was revealed.

These demon fox furs of the Qi Refining Realm are excellent demon beast materials, coveted by human race monks, and when they feel the inspection of spiritual sense, they naturally become vigilant.

Although he also took over the task of hunting the fox in Taiqiu Mountain, the top priority of Evil Zisheng was to refine the Xianyang Sword, and he didn't pay too much attention to the task of hunting the fox in Taiqiu Mountain.

"It seems that I have to rely on myself. "Although there is no ready-made place to be found, it doesn't matter, with the current means of evil self-generation, it is not difficult to open a simple cave in a short time.

The ghostly ghost wings behind the evil self-birth flicked, and the body flew to a cliff, this cliff is hundreds of zhang high, the whole cliff is like a mirror, if there is no means of flight, it is difficult to climb over this cliff.

The evil self-sheng flew to the middle of the cliff, injected mana into the Xianyang Sword, and stabbed suddenly, releasing a cloud of fiery red sword qi from the Xianyang Sword, which was the sword qi of the day.

The sword qi fell on the cliff cliff one by one, and a violent explosion immediately occurred, and pieces of mountain rocks fell from the cliff, and a hole was suddenly exposed in the cliff.

After repeating this repeatedly, after more than ten sword qi from day to day, the evil self-born body was exhausted, and most of the mana in his body was consumed, but on this cliff, there was an extra artificially dug simple cave.

Although it is just a simple cave, but the evil self-born eyes are very satisfied, there are only some demon foxes in the Qi refining realm on Taiqiu Mountain, these demon beasts do not have the ability to fly, and the evil self-born is not worried that those demon foxes will break into this place.

Evil Zisheng sat on the ground and began to meditate on luck and recover his mana.

As for the method of refining the Immortal Yang Sword, on the way to Taiqiu Mountain yesterday, the Water and Land Ancestor had already taught him everything. The mantra of refining is not complicated, and it is easy to memorize it by evil self-generation.

When the mana in the body was almost recovered, the evil self-born put the Xianyang Sword flat on his knees, his hands flat on the Xianyang Sword, closed his eyes and settled, and the whole body seemed to have entered a mysterious realm.

In a wooden house that looked quite elegant, Yuan Mengyao was sitting on a futon, her eyes were closed, and above her head, the eight-sided soul-sending lamp slowly rotated, and there was a black shadow in the eight-sided soul-sending lamp.

Suddenly, the door of the wooden house was opened, and under the sun, a tall figure walked in from the outside, and when he completely walked to the inner room, his appearance could be clearly seen, it was Wan Jianfeng.

As if sensing that someone had walked in, Yuan Mengyao frowned slightly, and the eight-sided soul lamp slowly flew towards Wan Jianfeng.

Flying in front of Wan Jianfeng, the eight-sided soul lamp stopped, and from the eight-sided soul lamp, a cyan scabbard fell to the ground from the eight-sided soul lamp, which was the Xianyang scabbard.

Wan Jianfeng sucked in the wind, and the Xianyang sword scabbard on the wooden board flew into his hand, and after a little probing, the expression on his face looked quite satisfied.

At the same time, the eight-sided soul lamp had also returned to Yuan Mengyao's body, and Yuan Mengyao's forehead was dripping with sweat, but she had no time to scruple, and asked with a worried expression: "I have maintained the spirituality of this scabbard according to your words, what did you do to Jing'er?"

The Jing'er that Yuan Mengyao said in her mouth was naturally the slave who followed her.

"Don't worry, how can the predecessors of my district view of the Restoration Realm be embarrassed by a monk who has eliminated the defilement. Wan Jianfeng waved his hand, and a figure fell on the wooden board, it was the maid that Yuan Mengyao had followed earlier.

"Miss. "That maid was crying, looking a little pitiful, although she was a perfect cultivator in the Realm of Removing Filth, but in front of the monks of the Guanfu Realm, she was no different from an ordinary weak woman.

"Jing'er, are you alright? Yuan Mengyao asked with some concern.

"Jing'er is fine, Miss, you are okay. ”

Yuan Mengyao's face was a little pale, and he smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine, it's just that nourishing the spirituality of this scabbard has caused a lot of mana loss, and my body is a little weak." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

The two girls hugged each other and cared for each other.

Wan Jianfeng flicked his sleeves, walked out of the wooden house, and then left the place.

When Wan Jianfeng left his sight, the maid asked in a low voice: "Miss, what should we do next, this Wan Jianfeng doesn't plan to let us go, is it true that the two of us want to be slaves to that waste Wanyun, I don't want it." ”

Hearing this, Yuan Mengyao's face also became ugly, but then she pretended to be calm and said: "Probably not, after all, I am the daughter of Yuan Shen Dao, if I really do this, the two factions are only afraid of complete evil, even if he is not afraid of Yuan Shen Dao now, but with Wan Yun's cultivation talent, after his death, the Dao will completely decline, if he asks me to be a slave to Wan Yun, this is setting up an enemy for him, I think Wan Jianfeng should not be so stupid, he caught us this time, I think it is mostly to maintain the spirituality of the Xianyang scabbard." ”

Hearing that there is no need to be a slave for Wanyun, the maid named Jing'er was in a good mood and said: "Xianyang scabbard, I heard that this Xianyang scabbard is the scabbard of Xianyang Sword, and it is also a great magic weapon, but the Xianyang Sword has long been missing, and only this Xianyang scabbard is still in Wan Jianfeng's hand,"

Yuan Mengyao shook her head and said: "The Xianyang Sword has not disappeared, this sword has always been in Wanyun's hands, when I killed Wanyun, the Wanyun sword that I took back was actually the Xianyang Sword." ”

Jing'er's mouth widened in shock, and her face was incredulous, "How is this possible." ”

"I don't know why the Xianyang Sword is in Wanyun's hands, but the spirituality of this scabbard is the same as the feeling that the Xianyang Sword gives me, and I can now be sure that the sword that was taken away by the flying monster was the Xianyang Sword. ”

Yuan Mengyao secretly felt sorry for herself, although she had completely understood it now, but the Xianyang Sword had already been snatched away.

"Then do we have to tell Wan Jianfeng about this news, and use this news in exchange for our freedom. Jing'er had an idea.

Yuan Mengyao shook his head and said, "I heard my father say that Wan Jianfeng has been looking for the Xianyang Sword all these years, and it seems that he doesn't know that the Xianyang Sword has actually been by his side all along. The two of us lost the Xianyang Sword, and now telling him the news is undoubtedly asking for trouble, I have secretly left a divine soul mark in the Xianyang Sword Scabbard, as long as Wan Jianfeng leaves the Immortal Sun Dao, then we will find another opportunity to escape. ”