When he was in the sword shrine, Fang Xing had already felt that the sword fetus was extraordinary, at least not weaker than the five-colored sword fetus enshrined in the main hall, but the aura was too violent and weird, so Fang Xing didn't dare to fuse casually, of course, he was forcibly fused by others later, so he had to accept his fate, and his future cultivation path was actually inevitable to intersect with this sword fetus.

In that case, why not reach a rapprochement with it sooner rather than later, so that we can use part of its strength?

The sword fetus has a spirit, is nurtured by the monk, and can grow with the power of the monk, and in the sword fetus, in addition to its own power, it should also have the kind of ancient flying swordsmanship that has been lost on the Tianyuan Continent, that is in the secret records, can "open your mouth and spit out a white light, and punish the enemy thousands of miles away" Magical spells, if you don't move, it's weird.

And it stands to reason that the method of comprehending this ancient flying sword technique is also very simple, and the mystery of the sword fetus is here, because the sword fetus is the spirituality bred in the flying sword, so it itself has the cultivation of the ancient flying sword, to put it bluntly, as long as the communication with the sword fetus is complete, and then after its own cultivation and the fit of the sword fetus, the ancient flying swordsmanship will naturally become.

It's just that Fang Xing's black sword fetus is a little weird, after entering the sea of knowledge, he flew straight into the misty area of Fang Xing's sea of knowledge, until now, he has zero communication with Fang Xing, lazily like a loach sinking at the bottom of the pond, Fang Xing has tried to communicate with it several times, but this uncle has not said a word, and he has not responded to a trace of divine thought, it seems that he has been sleeping.

In normal times, I would have gone with him, but now the challenge is imminent. Fang Xing couldn't care about this much.

"Black sword tire. Come out and talk to the master......"

The True Spirit stands outside the Mistlands. Fang Xing urged his divine consciousness and shouted to the misty region.

He has also learned to be smart, but now he doesn't dare to break into the misty area casually, otherwise he will be photographed back to reality by the fog.

However, after the divine thought was transmitted to the sea of knowledge, it sank into the sea like a stone, and there was no reaction.

Fang Xing waited for a long time, unwilling, and shouted again: "That black ugly sword." Come out and talk to your master......"

There was still no movement, and there was silence in the fog.

Fang Xing was annoyed this time, and scolded directly, "I'll go to your uncle's, your shelf is quite big, and if you enter the little master's knowledge of the sea, there is nothing that is not used by me, which of the Yin and Yang Gods and Demon Demons, and Samadhi True Fire is not on call? Even that sword light has helped the little master once, why is your shelf so big? When the little master cultivates one day, he has to kick you out, and he can't ...... it."

As his thoughts flowed into the Mist Zone. There was still no movement, but the fog was surging for a while. It seemed that something had changed inside, faintly, and Fang Xing felt as if there was anger rising inside.

He knew that there was a play, so he simply scolded louder: "You ugly broken sword, forcibly fused with your master, but you refuse to pass on the ancient flying swordsmanship to me, and you refuse to obey my reprimand, you know, but the master saved you from the abyss of the sword mound, do you still have a fucking conscience......?"

In the mist, there was a sudden boom, like a lightning strike, and a surging divine thought emanated.

Fang Xing had already been mentally prepared, and escaped far away with a "whoosh", carefully looking at the changes in the fog.

However, what made him breathe a sigh of relief was that it was not the black sword fetus in the mist that was provoked by him and wanted to come out to fight him, but what was emitted was actually just a divine thought, suspended in the middle of the sea of knowledge, turning into a translucent black brilliance, without any murderous aura, at the same time, a divine thought fluctuation came out of the mist, turning into a pale and distant voice echoing.

"If you don't have enough skills, forcibly resist a strong enemy, you are not a hero, at most you are a fool, if you go, no one will stop you, I will give you this trick, go to enlightenment on your own, if you can't cultivate, you won't have to look for me before Yuanying!"

"Aren't you supposed to be controlled by me?"

Fang Xing looked at the misty area vigilantly and shouted loudly.

The big black sword in the mist was very faceless: "Hmph, with your current level, what qualifications do you have to control me? I chose you, I just want to find a better sword box, take that skill and go, don't bother me if you have nothing to do!"

After that, the voice grew deeper, and there was no more sound.

Fang Xing shouted for a while, one to negotiate with it, the other to challenge it, but the big black sword directly became dumb.

"Anyway, after scolding for a while, it's still beneficial......"

Fang Xing sighed, although he couldn't control this black sword, he also forced out something.

True Spirit was beside him, carefully probing the black brilliance for a while, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he was a little relieved, and thought that this big black sword chose itself as its "sword box", naturally there was no reason to destroy the sword box casually, so he was ruthless, and swallowed the cloud of brilliance in one bite, and in an instant, there was a Taoist mystical heart trick circulating in his mind......

Fang Xing pondered for a long time, and finally slowly figured out this mantra.

Different from what he imagined, this technique is not a method such as an imperial sword at all, not even a spell, but a method such as mobilizing spiritual power, concealing the body, and moving and changing.

Moreover, this set of methods does not have any name or grade, so it is difficult to judge the merits of this set of methods.

Fang Xing looked at it for a while, a little unwilling, and shouted into the mist: "When the master is so easy to dismiss, the ancient flying sword technique is good, you hurry up and hand it over to me, otherwise don't stay in the sea of knowledge of the master......"

was about to scold a few more words to get some benefits, but he didn't expect that this time the big black sword didn't talk nonsense with him at all, the fog slapped over like a wave, and directly slapped Fang Xing's true spirit two times, and the whole person woke up, and he had already retreated from the sea of self-awareness, he stayed for a while, he was angry, and scolded hatefully: "This bastard, the shelf is bigger than the master, do you think you are the uncle?"

Jin Crow just happened to be flying in the air with Fang Xing, and he didn't notice that Fang Xing had sunk into the sea of knowledge, and when he heard such a shout and scolding, he was immediately startled, and turned around and glanced at Fang Xing: "Scared me, what are you scolding?"

Fang Xingdao: "Scold a bastard, how is your sword fetus now?"

Jin Wu said: "I just started to contact and cultivate feelings, what are you doing here?"

Fang Xing became even more depressed when he heard this, thinking to himself, why is this black sword fetus so difficult?

He originally wanted to surrender the black sword fetus at this dangerous juncture, so as to add a boost, but he didn't expect that this black sword fetus would not buy his own account, so he had to study the nameless skill it gave him to try first.

At this time, within the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect, a hundred-zhang high torture platform has been erected.

And on the torture platform, there is a huge purple gold pillar, on which the iron lock is entangled, tied to an old man with a black beard, he is naked and the upper body is drenched in blood, it is full of sword wounds, and above the sword wounds, it is scorched, sealing the bloody mouth, above his head, there are eight purple flags floating, gathering clouds, and in front of him, there are a hundred bronze swords, and the road is sticky blood.

Under the torture platform, there is a row of execution and war cultivators, among which there are Dan masters, pharmacists who are also proficient in medical skills, and monks who are in charge of the thunder method, such a group of people, but they are carefully selected by the Huangfu family to carry out the execution, and in the original seven peaks of Qingyun Sect, after the wine and meat monk carried the mountain, there were only five left, and now at the highest point of the five peaks, there is a monk sitting cross-legged.

These five people, on the main peak in the middle, are sitting on the Jindan monks of the Huangfu family, and the other four peaks are sitting on the masters of the Jiuqu Department, the Lingyun Department, the Dangyou Department, and the Black Marsh Department, and the cultivation is all Jindan, but these five people are responsible for sitting here, waiting for the party to come, they hide their figures, making it difficult for others to find, but their divine consciousness is shrouded in a whole hundred miles of territory.

In such a situation, as long as Fang Xing came here, if there was a slight abnormality, they would immediately be able to control the situation.

For the sake of Fang Xing, five Jin Dan were dispatched, and the hatred of the Huangfu family can also be seen.

The huge Qingyun Sect has turned into a big urn, just waiting for Fang Xing to take the initiative to enter the game.

And in the urn, Tie Rumad has been so miserable that it is almost invisible!(To be continued......)