At this time, the realm of Liu Baiyi stood in the realm of heaven and man, transforming into a mortal body, although he could not live forever, but in just seven days, it was like eating and drinking water for him, and he couldn't help but feel that time was a little incredible.

To this day, he doesn't know how old he is, and he doesn't know if he is too bothersome to remember, or if he does it on purpose.

"Forget?"

In order to avoid a lot of troubles in the past few days, Liu Baiyi has plunged directly into the library building, and the royal family has countless books, just in time to polish it.

It was only on the sixth day, at a certain time, until a certain moment, that at the moment of the blink of his eyelids, his body suddenly trembled for some reason, as if struck by lightning, and everything was different.

"No sword in your heart?"

muttered in his mouth, the Daozang in his hand kept turning, page by page, and he just dragged it up with his right hand, the pages turned by themselves, Liu Baiyi's eyes were like electricity, but there was no god inside, and after careful viewing, he found that he couldn't remember a word.

This is really unbelievable, it is easy to remember as much as he is now, but his mind is blank, and the whole person has fallen into some kind of chaotic state.

"Sword?"

I saw that he subconsciously reminded himself, and saw that the Dao book in his hand had undergone some kind of terrifying change under the contamination of his own breath.

His eyes seemed to become dark, and everything around him was even more so, only to see that on the hidden page, the many dense words suddenly changed, it was a sword, it was indeed a sword, the word was a sword, the page was a sword, and even the Daozang turned into a sword, everything around him was different in his eyes, countless swords.

His own qi seemed to be gushing out of his facial features and body uncontrollably, and others couldn't see it, but how could he not feel it, that is, his hair was beginning to bloom.

The breath was like a misty sea, and everywhere it passed, everything was turning into a sword.

Liu Baiyi was terrified, this change caught him a little off guard, even uncontrollable, and couldn't help it, cold sweat began to ooze from his forehead and sideburns, and if it went on like this, I was afraid it would cause unimaginable shocks.

But his body froze there, unable to move, and within his sight, there were swords everywhere, and the sword power was extreme, and the aura was even more terrifying, as if he wanted to destroy everything.

He was standing there, but now he saw something different from what others saw, as if he had seen another world.

Also at this moment, between the world, but all those who practice swords, no distinction between high and low, no realm, no distinction between good and evil, the sword held by him can't help but tremble slightly, although the sword chant is clear, but a sadness emitted by the sword is out of thin air, as if it is wailing, especially many sword learning sects, hundreds or even thousands of swords at the same time.

Everyone looked at this scene in horror, and in this way, it was no longer the sound of Qingyue, but like a cuckoo crying blood and a chilling cicada crying.

And the changes intensified, until finally the sword body rose out of its sheath on its own, and then plunged into the ground, and the hilt of the sword seemed to be bowing under the scream.

All swords, only in the front and back moments, are the same.

"What's going on? How could his aura be so vast, is he about to enter the Dao? But why is the meaning of the dispersion so unknown, could it be that the murderous intent has risen again?"

Jiang Ming, who was originally teasing Wan'er in the blacksmith shop, suddenly stood up, and his expression changed even more when he looked at the sword that was about to fly away under the trembling in the shop, these were all cast by Liu Baiyi himself.

And in Shu Mountain, many of the disciples who originally practiced the sword were also discolored, and the sword that had been blended with their own breath for decades was uncontrollable at the moment, and it was still trembling.

Jiang Jiezhi's old face was also full of shock, his eyes and aura secretly looked at the distant sky, the direction pointed by those swords, only to see that between the heaven and the earth, a terrifying aura like wolf smoke was naturally scattered between the heaven and the earth, life and death flowed, and it was gradually taking shape.

"It's him, he actually understands this kind of swordsmanship. ”

It's just that then his face has changed again, just because the evil sealing formation on the top of the Lock Demon Tower in the distance suddenly triggered by itself.

"Lock Demon Tower, that man's sword?"

In an instant, his face changed.

"Come with me. ”

With a deep voice, the person had already risen into the air, and the rest of the disciples immediately followed, leaving only a long sword to fight.

"Ah......h

Before they arrived, everyone in Shushan heard a scream from afar, it was the screams of the evil demons and demons in the lock demon tower, and they didn't know what changes had happened inside, let alone what they had encountered.

At this moment, the screams were really like the ghost crying and howling, and the frightened disciples were worried, and their faces turned pale.

"What are you afraid of, town!"

Jiang Jiezhi shouted angrily, and under the condensation of spiritual power in the void in his right hand, the array of seals had risen out of thin air and hung on the lock demon tower.

Seeing this, all the disciples pointed their swords and spiritual power together to urge them to integrate into it, and jointly suppressed the Demon Tower.

And the other side.

Liu Baiyi couldn't interrupt this change no matter how he moved at this moment, and he was angry and shocked in his heart.

Thinking of the strange change in his originally chaotic heart because of the sword words in his mouth, the thoughts in his mind suddenly turned a thousand times, and then, forgetting, forgetting the sword.

However, under the shock of the heart at this moment, how can it be said that you can forget it.

Seven attempts were fruitless, and it was not until the eighth time that the sword gradually faded.

At this point, all the visions were receding like a tide, and the world in Liu Baiyi's eyes gradually returned, until all the breath returned to his body again, and everything stopped, and the Dao Zang in his hand was like ice falling into boiling water, leaving no trace.

Only Liu Baiyi was still frozen in place, he was able to move at the moment, and now, he was just thinking about something.

On this day, in just half an hour, in his eyes, the sun, moon and stars are the sword, the rivers and mountains are the sword, and the lake and sea dust are also the sword, which is himself, and it is a sword that destroys everything.

Unintentionally, outside of the providence of heaven, under the change of thought, even Liu Baiyi himself did not expect such a change.