After Qingchen flew away from Wanshi Mountain, he fell on a mountain tens of thousands of miles away from Wanshi Mountain, and his soul swept thousands of miles around, and he chose a nearby place where spiritual energy gathered, opened up a temporary cave, and put on various formations and prohibitions, and his body moved, and returned to the cave. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, with a shake of his hand, a boulder that shimmered with cyan light appeared in the cave, looking at the Qingyuan Stone in the sky in front of him, a trace of joy flashed in Qingmeng's eyes.

Take out the Qingmeng Divine Sword, the cave suddenly bursts of sword light, the sound of the sword is continuous, the grade of the Qingmeng Divine Sword has reached the ultimate in the middle grade innate spirit treasure, this is Qingchen's fusion of the origin of the innate water of all things, when smelting the foundation, the Qingmeng Divine Sword as Qingchen's companion spirit treasure has also been tempered to a certain extent.

With a flick of his fingers, the Qingmeng Divine Sword floated above the Qingyuan Stone in the first sky, with a mouth, a divine fire erupted, this fire was transparent water blue, like a blue crystal, as soon as Pu appeared, the whole cave suddenly had a vision, sometimes the water waves rolled, the sound of the sea tide continued, sometimes the cold air was pressing, the world was frozen, and for a while it seemed that the ice and snow melted, and it was full of vitality.

It is Qingchen, as the embodiment of the origin of innate water, that has been pregnant for thousands of years with the natal spiritual fire, Tianluo Divine Fire, this fire belongs to the water line, but the power is no less than the origin of the innate fire, and it is extraordinary.

With a finger of his hand, the Tianluo Divine Fire wrapped the empty cyan boulder, and the empty blue source stone began to melt slowly, time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, seven days passed, and the huge empty blue source stone in the cave had disappeared, and a ball of pure spiritual liquid floated in the air.

Qingchen stood with his hands across his chest, and the seal was swayed, and one after another mysterious magic tricks flew out along the mana and entered the spiritual liquid.

"Together!" With Qingchen's shout, I saw that the Qingmeng Divine Sword and the spiritual liquid were slowly approaching, and the spiritual liquid continued to integrate into the sword body of the Qingmeng Divine Sword, and for a while, the divine light was great, the wind and clouds surged, and the surrounding innate spiritual energy poured into the cave, gradually forming a tide of spiritual energy converging into the Qingmeng Divine Sword, and a strange aura came out of the sword body, empty, illusory, sharp, soft...

"Poof!" Qingchen's forehead was sweating, mana continued to pour into the Qingmeng Divine Sword, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of natal vitality, which was absorbed by the Qingmeng Divine Sword, "Zheng", a sword sound, a beautiful Dao sound in the cave appeared from time to time, and the laws of heaven and earth manifested into the Dao Dao Innate Dao pattern appeared on the Qingmeng Divine Sword, Qingchen felt the joy of the Qingmeng Divine Sword, his heart was relieved, and he smiled slightly, knowing that at this time, the Qingmeng Divine Sword was finally promoted, and the grade was upgraded to the highest grade Innate Spirit Treasure.

Then Qingchen closed his eyes and meditated, and in a moment most of his mana recovered, with a move of his hand, the Qingmeng Divine Sword fell into his hand, feeling the restrained sword intent of the Qingmeng Divine Sword, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Qingchen's eyes, and the divine soul infiltrated into it, and began to refine the Qingmeng Divine Sword again.

A giant sword in the soul of the god rushed straight into Xiao Han, the panic sword intent was intertwined, the breath was deep and vast, Qingchen's soul incarnation felt the sword intent of the Qingmeng Divine Sword at this time, and there was a burst of joy in his heart, this new sword intent is also an opportunity for himself, if he comprehends it, he can not only give full play to the power of the Qingmeng Divine Sword, but also take this opportunity to get a glimpse of the mystery of the sword.

Qingchen divided a part of his mind, while refining the phantom of the Qingmeng Divine Sword, while slowly feeling the sword intent in the sea of divine souls, this new sword intent has both the original Zhengda Haoran of the Qingmeng Divine Sword, as well as the continuous water sword path, and now it has added the empty light of the empty Qingyuan Stone and a congenital yin meaning that makes Qingchen's divine soul tremble.

The mind sank more and more into the endless sword intent, Qingchen felt that a vast clear qi appeared in front of him for a while, and for a while he felt that he had turned into a swimming fish, swimming freely in the endless waters, and for a while he felt that he had turned into an aurora, and the empty world was clear and empty, and for a while he felt that he was trapped in the polar ice that could not be melted for hundreds of millions of years, and the cold chill hurt his soul.

Time always flies quickly in cultivation, Qingchen retreat has passed seven hundred and forty-nine days in a blink of an eye, on this day, on a mountain peak tens of thousands of miles away from Wanshi Mountain, a long roar sounded, spreading thousands of miles, the phantom of a ten thousand zhang divine sword appeared, the sword intent was vast, thousands of miles of sky, the wind and clouds were reversed, the sky was thundering, and a sword trend came out from the giant sword, the momentum stretched for thousands of miles, and the sound of swords echoed in the world for thousands of miles.

A young Taoist of about twenty years, with a long sword, a jade crown and a green shirt, the wind god is like jade, stepping into the void, it is the Qingchen who retreats and deeply studies the sword intent, and now the Qingmeng sword is completely refined, comprehending the general trend of swordsmanship, and finally getting a glimpse of the mysteries of swordsmanship, and stepping into the threshold of swordsmanship as he wishes.

"It's time to go out and go!" Qingchen used his mana, his body moved, and his body turned into a streamer, shooting away into the distance.

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The vast world of the flood does not know the boundary, the strange and mysterious genus is countless, a wide and deep valley, stretching for thousands of miles, because the back is backed by the wind back to the mountain, the congenital soil is fertile, the essence of the soil is scattered, and the spiritual herbs and elixirs everywhere are full of vitality.

However, at this time, the valley was drenched in blood, and the corpses of the true dragon and the unicorn could be seen everywhere, "Ao Ying, you offended me for no reason to return to the valley and hurt my unicorn son, today you will definitely have no return, and let you know that my unicorn clan is not easy to deceive." Mo Lin looked at Ao Ying in front of him with burning eyes, eager to devour him alive, and the momentum and coercion of the half-step Taiyi Dao Fruit realm were displayed without omission.

"Haha! Mo Lin, my dragon clan is rich all over the world, there are countless masters in the clan, and they dominate the wilderness, how can your Qilin clan be compared, today you want to keep me, and you have to see if you have this ability." Facing Mo Lin's powerful momentum, Ao Ying released the momentum of his Golden Immortal Dao Fruit's perfection, and greeted it fearlessly, the strong air pressure in the valley was shrouded, and some people who lacked cultivation sat directly on the ground under this air pressure.

"A sword dominates the sky, and a fallen god strikes. Facing Mo Lin of the half-step Taiyi Dao Fruit, Ao Ying took the lead in attacking, and as soon as he struck, he struck a thunderous blow, using the sub-knife of the Innate Spirit Treasure Falling God Knife, and a knife that shattered the mountain and the ground slashed towards Mo Lin on the opposite side.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The dragon clan that attacked Fenghui Valley, under the leadership of Ao Ying, killed the Qilin clan one by one.

"You!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Mo Lin was enraged by the scene in front of him, and also took the Qilin clan stationed in the wind back valley to kill the dragon clan, shouting to kill the sky, and the light flashed, Mo Lin took the lead to meet the golden sword, with a move in his hand, a red spear appeared in his hand, swept down, and the red spear slammed into the knife.

"Boom!" the spear and the knife dissipated at the same time.

Ao Ying and Mo Lin struck again, the spear in Mo Lin's hand intersected, the golden sword and the crimson spear constantly collided, and the entire valley became a sea of gold and crimson, and the powerful momentum separated the dragon clan and the Qilin clan around them by 10,000 meters.

"Poof!" The light dissipated, and Ao Ying's cultivation was a little worse after all, and his body flew out hundreds of meters, slamming it on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of dragon blood.

"Hmph, Mo Lin, don't be complacent. Ao Ying looked at Mo Lin who fell to the ground, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and with a dragon groan, he turned into a five-clawed golden dragon of thousands of feet, flew into the air, opened his teeth and claws, and rushed towards Mo Lin fiercely.