The night was deep and the moonlight was gentle. A misty drizzle of rain falls from the sky, making the night sky even more blurry.

In a practice room on the first floor of the small building, the girl Feng Rou sat cross-legged, and around her, some strange materials were floating. In the midst of that, there was the bones and essence blood obtained from killing the golden fierce ape during the day. And a little farther away, Han Zifeng stood with his hands in his hands, obviously protecting the Dharma for him.

Feng Rou's little hand formed a mysterious knot in front of him, and pure mystical power diffused from his delicate body. Between the surges of those mysterious powers, they were like a sword blade, enveloping all the materials around him. After a little bit of polishing, the materials finally changed their original appearance, began to merge with each other, and finally gradually turned into the shape of a long sword.

And seeing that long sword taking shape, Han Zifeng's eyes in the distance also became a little nervous. This long sword is just the prototype of the Natal Divine Weapon, and the next crucial step is to integrate its own primordial power into it, making it its own Natal Divine Weapon.

And this process is also quite dangerous to say, if you are not careful, not only will the prototype of the natal divine weapon be destroyed in one fell swoop, and the previous achievements will be lost, and even the original spirit of the condenser himself will be injured because of this.

"Buzz!"

The natal divine weapon was initially condensed into a rudimentary state, and the handprint of the wind and soft suddenly changed at this time, and a pillar of light burst out from the cover of the heavenly spirit. Then a small figure emerged from the pillar of light, which was her primordial body.

After the body of the gentle primordial god appeared, a nervous color flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment, then gritted his teeth, and directly turned into a streamer, and swept straight into the long sword suspended in front of him.

"Zheng!"

In the next moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed on the long sword. I saw that streaks of light began to emerge from it, wandering on the blade of the sword.

As the light streaks wandered, the long sword's somewhat rough shape began to change little by little. A thick and sharp fluctuation also slowly diffused from it. And Feng Rou's breath at this moment also began to fluctuate, and there was a pale color looming on her still little face.

Condensing the natal divine weapon is the most consuming of the power of the primordial god. It is necessary for God and Sword to be one.

Feng Rou's eyes were closed, her face was pale, her chest was undulating, and the breathing in her mouth became a little heavy. Obviously, that kind of consumption overwhelmed her.

However, the long sword suspended in front of her had slowly changed its appearance at this moment. The roughness was much lighter, and on the sword body, there was a sharp cold light that flashed quietly. That heavy breath is also gradually filled with a sense of oppression.

At this moment, on the third floor of the small building, in Chu Ling's room, Chu Ling was still standing in front of the window lattice. With his spiritual perception, everything that is happening below can be perceived clearly and incomparably without even deliberately exploring.

It's just that his gaze has been looking towards the night sky outside the small building. In the eyes, strange light flows. In the next moment, Chu Ling's eyes suddenly became fierce.

"It's coming!"

At the same time that this voice sounded in Chu Ling's heart, a cold fluctuation hidden under the night and could not be detected at all came quietly along the void and went straight to the small building.

That kind of cold fluctuation, like an invisible ghost, under the cover of that night, silently approached the small building. And apart from Chu Ling, the Tanglin lineage where this Sword Pavilion is located, I'm afraid that no second person will be able to detect it.

Chu Ling's spiritual perception was so powerful, and the top-level Xuanwen cultivation made that kind of cold fluctuation have nothing to hide in front of him. Chu Ling's gaze became extremely sharp and cold at this moment, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his pupils. However, he did not act immediately, because he had already placed a ban around the small building. Unless the other party is not afraid of attracting the attention of others, he will never get in.

Sure enough, when that kind of cold fluctuation came outside the small building, it was as if it encountered an invisible barrier, causing it to wander there endlessly, but it was never allowed to enter. At this time, in a small building on one floor, Feng Rou's condensation of the natal divine weapon had reached the last and most critical moment.

That kind of cold fluctuation revealed an anxious mood fluctuation at this time, obviously knowing that this time was the best and last moment for it to make a move. However, the invisible barrier was like an iron wall, making it impossible for it to cross the thunder pool for half a step.

"Humph!"

Faintly, there seemed to be an inaudible cold snort sounding, and the cold fluctuation seemed to have anger in his heart. The next moment, the fluctuation turned sharp, and then slammed into the void in front of it.

Chu Ling's eyes flashed, and the palm behind him suddenly fell. Suddenly, the void there directly became distorted. The latter wave, which was extraordinarily powerful, but could shield anyone's perception, exploded abruptly at that point.

"Bang!"

In the dark, a muffled sound rang out. However, under Chu Ling's deliberate control, no one noticed, and Feng Rou and Han Zifeng, who did not alarm the two people on the first floor of the small building.

However, at this moment, a loud sword groan suddenly came from the practice room on the first floor of the small building. The bright sword light pierced through the wall and rose into the air, piercing the sky.

A smile appeared on the corner of Chu Ling's mouth, obviously, Feng Rou's natal divine weapon had been condensed at this time, and it was done. At this moment, Chu Ling could sense that a wisp of divine consciousness swept from the Sword Pavilion in the distance.

Chu Ling's eyes flashed, and he opened a gap in the prohibition, allowing that wisp of divine consciousness to descend unimpeded. For the master of that consciousness is the wind.

Immediately, Chu Ling no longer paid attention to the clear divine sense, but separated a wisp of spiritual power and spread directly into the distance. That cold fluctuation failed to break through Chu Ling's blockade at the last moment. Coupled with the success of Feng Rou's condensation, Feng Qingyang's consciousness came, and he could only retreat helplessly and unwillingly.

"I'd like to see where you're hiding. Chu Ling sneered in his heart, and his spiritual power chased after the cold fluctuations, sweeping towards the distance.

Between the lightning and flint, Chu Ling's spiritual power came to a place with the cold fluctuations of the chasing society. And there, it is the pinnacle of the Four Holy Peaks.

A mausoleum-like mottled stone tower appeared in front of it. The stone pagoda is boxy, and on each wall, there is a totemic pattern. And on the four pairs of totems, what is inscribed is the four symbols of the four veins of the Holy Sect.

Ancient swords, holy bells, Buddha statues and flames!

This mottled stone tower is the Four Holy Towers!

(End of chapter)