After the three of them drank freely, it was already evening, and Mo Santong took the silver monkey monkey monkey that Ye Linfeng gave him, and he was drunk and went to Tianwailou to find the signboard prostitute Liu Rumei.

Ye Linfeng shook his head, and then rushed to the Bliss Immortal Island with Ji Seventeen.

The two of them counted the days, it has been three years since the ancient monument was discovered, and the matter of the ancient monument has not yet been concluded.

There is news that many senior masters in the cultivation world have teamed up to deduce and find heavenly opportunities with the way of peeking into the sky, and many cultivators have lost their longevity for this.

There is indeed a spiritual experience on the ancient monument, but everything has a cause, everything must always test a fate, what is yours is yours, and you can't force it if it's not yours.

Whether it is the experience of cultivation contained in the ancient monument or the unpredictable practice**, this is not the point.

The point is to deduce the world outside the Piji Continent, and this world is not only one, which shocked all the cultivators on the Piji Continent.

In the history of spiritual practice, it has been recorded that some people used the Great Dao imprint contained in holy relics or artifacts to reshape their own life bodies, but most of them ended in failure and died young.

Three years ago, Ye Linfeng was lucky to break through the realm with the help of this mutilated ancient monument, but it is still difficult to say the road after that, in the past three years, although Xiuwei has reached the realm of Dao, it is only the initial realm, do you want to continue to be a stone in a pit?

He wanted to seize this opportunity, no matter how slim the hope, he wanted to give it a try, after all, such holy relics rarely appeared.

Since he didn't want to be looked down upon by others, the moment when many seniors judged that it was difficult to enlighten his mind in this life, his heart had already died once, and knowing that the success of breaking through the realm that night gave him a glimmer of hope. So why not take a risk once again and not survive the ridicule of the world like this, he decided that this method could be tried.

The huge paper crane flew through the clouds, flapping its wings and flying towards the westernmost island of Elysium in the Western Realm.

Suddenly, Ye Linfeng said to Ji Seventeen inexplicably, "I'm going to swallow the ancient monument." ”

Ji Seventeen's cold and arrogant face was expressionless.

"Second Senior Brother, I'm not joking, I'm serious. Ye Linfeng said.

Of course, Ji Qiqi understood that what Ye Linfeng said at this time was actually referring to the ancient tablet refining into his body.

However, it is extremely tricky to refine the stele into the body, so as to refine the Great Dao imprint on the ancient stele.

Ye Linfeng thought that since it was difficult for him to open his spiritual wisdom, why not change his life retrograde, refine the ancient monument, reshape a destiny, and open up his spiritual wisdom.

However, this is not an easy task, and it can be said that the chances of success are very small, almost zero.

"You have to think clearly. Ji XVII didn't say much, he knew the severity of this matter.

Ye Linfeng nodded, this decision was not Ye Linfeng's impulse, it was his deliberate consideration.

・・・・・・ Blissful Fairy Island, far away from the West Sea, floating on the sea, like a wooden fish, mysterious and unpredictable, fairy mist. Colorful Changhong, hanging fairy island, auspicious from the sky, is for the island. Spirit beasts are ever-alive, the grass is luxuriant, the paradise is a paradise, and the immortals are old.

Although it has reached the western boundary, it is still thousands of miles away from the Elysian Island.

Ye Lin continued to study the ancient book about painting hexagrams on the way, and he was also thinking about the word "merry" in Mo Santong's book. The dilapidated wooden box is still behind him, and the flowers in the wooden box are still sleeping soundly.

Walking to Kutuo Temple, Ye Linfeng and Ji Seventeen thought about coming down to rest.

Before the two of them could fall, a fierce sword aura suddenly flashed in the air.

With the sound of thunder and gusts of wind, several figures appeared next to Kutuo Temple, a young man holding a long sword with a fiery red body, an old man with a rickety back carrying an iron pot, and a middle-aged man in a lake-blue robe with his eyes closed.

The paper crane carrying Ye Linfeng and Ji Seventeen encountered such a thunderous wind, and his body fluttered and swayed, as if he was about to fall.

At this moment, the hair on the forehead of the young man holding the fiery red sword danced lightly, and he took a breath hard, and then swung his sword at the swaying paper crane and slashed, a sharp chirp pierced the sky, and the sharp sword qi flashed into a ray of light, which instantly fell on the paper crane.

Ye Linfeng was dragged out by Ji Seventeen, dodging the blow and landing on the top of a tower in Kutuo Temple.

Ye Linfeng and Ji Seventeen were very familiar with this sword qi, this sword qi was the same as the sword qi just now, and they had the aura of this sword qi in Liuxian Ju that day.

At this time, the sword qi was much inferior to the four phoenix sword qi that Ji Seventeen had broken, but it was still impossible to dodge Ye Linfeng's speed.

At this time, the thunderstorm has not stopped, and the wind has not stopped.

The middle-aged Taoist in the lake-blue robe with his eyes closed was still tightly closed, but it gradually crept up with the accumulation of time.

"The people of Jiuhua Palace, are they here to send them to death?" Ji Qiqi stood at the top of the tower, his clothes fluttering, his blood-red robe fluttering in the wind, and said calmly to the young man holding the fiery red sword body in his hand.

"People always have to die, and it's not me who dies. The young man looked arrogant, calmly looking at the old man with the iron pot on his back and the middle-aged Taoist with his eyes closed.

"You can't beat me. Ji Seventeen stood on the top of the tower, with a peach blossom in his bun, his blood-red broad robe rolled like a cloud, and his clothes were hunting.

He twisted his fingertips lightly, making the appearance of an orchid finger, and calmly spit out these six words with strong confidence.

The words are simple, the words are proud.

But Ji XVII has enough qualifications to be proud.

This pride is not conceit, it is self-confidence.

"You think you can defeat the three of us?" said the young man with the red sword in his hand, a look of contempt on his face.

"I'm not alone, I still have a junior brother, the junior brother is born with poor cultivation qualifications, it's just a waste, but it's more than enough to defeat you. Ji Seventeen said calmly.

Ye Linfeng was standing beside Ji Seventeen at this time, his hair was dancing lightly, but the cuffs of his left sleeve were missing, and the cuffs were swept away by the wind, looking soft and weak.

"Senior brother wants me to fight him?" Ye Linfeng was a little frightened.

"Does this little cub still want me to kill him? Don't worry, the Fengming sword qi given to him by his master has been exhausted, and besides, he can kill him to death if he is a human being. Ji Qiqi comforted Ye Linfeng and said.

"Do you have such a strong confidence that your waste junior brother can beat me?" Yang Mo opened his mouth with a disdainful look.

"I don't think my junior brother can beat you, but I think he can kill you. Winning and killing are two different concepts. Ji Qiqi still calmly looked at the old man with the iron pot on his back and the middle-aged Taoist with his eyes closed, although he was talking, he didn't look at Yang Mo.

Maybe it's not wanting to, maybe it's disdainful, maybe it's not caring.

"Okay, then wait for you, little junior brother of waste, to kill me. Yang Mo became more and more arrogant.

As soon as Yang Mo's words were finished, Ye Linfeng jumped up in a snake step, and his footwork formed a folded line.

Ye Linfeng held a sword in his right hand and stabbed towards Yang Mo, as fast as an electric snake.

The cyan shirt trembled slightly in the wind, and the bun trembled slightly, but his eyes were as firm as ever.

Yang Mo saw Ye Linfeng coming with a sword, and hurriedly responded, his mouth was clear, and he threw the fiery red long sword in his hand hard, only to see the long sword fly out and turn into a fiery bird.

The fiery bird chirped and struck towards Ye Linfeng, like a rocket off the string, rubbing the air to generate a stream of air.

It was the Fengming Sword created by Su Jiuyan, the head of Jiuhua Palace, without Su Jiuyan's sword energy, he didn't expect Yang Mo to be able to exert such a powerful power.

Ye Linfeng saw this firebird rushing towards him, and he didn't panic, and Huo Ran, who had been weak and empty, stretched out a short sword from the cuff of his left sleeve, which seemed weak and empty before.

The short sword exuded a cold aura, and the body of the sword was like frost.

The body of the sword is engraved with a small seal with a fly's head: A nose hell, 18 floors;

Ye Linfeng quickly threw the short sword, but due to the excessive force, the center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell.

The short sword stabbed straight at the firefowl that flew from the opposite side like a piece of ice like an ice pick.

The sixteen ancient seals engraved on the short sword seemed to feel something, and they suddenly became excited, and the words became more and more red, as red as a drop of blood.

In an instant, the fiery bird seemed to be frozen, stopped in mid-air, and then disappeared.

Seeing that his sword qi had not been able to hurt Ye Linfeng in the slightest, Yang Mo began to become serious.

"I really didn't expect you to have such a treasure as a waste, but it looks like your treasure is about to change hands today, hahaha. Yang Mo laughed wildly, his tone full of disdain and mockery.

"Alright, let me kill you genius today, piece of shit. Ye Linfeng spoke with firmness. Yang Mo would never have thought that Ye Linfeng had the rune that Master Poyunzi gave him to temporarily conceal the cultivation breath, and at this moment, Yang Mo still regarded him as a waste who couldn't even break through the Spirit Qi Realm.

But Yang Mo was no longer as careless as before, his body swept away, the long sword in his hand no longer turned into a firebird, but was held in his hand, he swung the sword hard, and suddenly a scorching qi Lang appeared, and that qi Lang went towards Ye Linfeng.

Since it is Qi Lang, then the speed must not be very fast, at least Ye Linfeng's sword is still relatively fast, although Ye Linfeng's cultivation is not very high, but the road to death in the past few years still relies on the sword.

Yang Mo has a strong self-confidence in his heart, and he is the most enjoyable to treat this waste and slowly torture it, and he is full of confidence in the face of Ye Linfeng's sword.

Ye Linfeng stabbed out with a sword, this sword was not a hairpin sword rain, nor was it any other swordsmanship, just an ordinary sword, an ordinary stabbing forward, a wooden sword shaped like a clothes-pounding stick stabbed straight forward, carrying the anger of Ye Linfeng who had been ridiculed and abused for more than ten years.

Yang Mo also ignored the most important point: the wooden sword in Ye Linfeng's hand, which seemed to be as ordinary as a clothes-pounding stick, was not simple.

Ye Linfeng was using the osmanthus wood sword named the Fragrant Soul Sword at this time, so the seemingly ordinary sword became no longer ordinary.

The Incense Soul Sword was wrapped in a rich fragrance of osmanthus flowers, passed through the scorching qi, and stabbed at Yang Mo.

Ye Linfeng simply handed out a sword, and then Yang Mo's left chest was pierced through a hole, Ye Linfeng's fragrant soul sword was still in the hole in Yang Mo's left chest, and there was a pure yang sword qi around the sword body, the sword qi was fragrant and fragrant, and the fragrance hit people, and it could be smelled ten miles away.

Yang Mo endured the pain and stared at the waste in front of him with wide eyes, a little surprised in disbelief.

Ye Linfeng saw that Yang Mo's left chest was pierced by his sword, so he hurriedly drew his sword and stepped forward to make up for ten more swords, and finally stopped until Yang Mo's chest was stabbed.

Treating such a genius-type character, Ye Linfeng showed the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of ordinary people, and he didn't even have a chance to leave him a last word.

Maybe Yang Mo didn't understand why he died so quickly when he died, it may seem too unbelievable to others, Yang Mo still has a lot of skills that he hasn't shown to play, how can he die so quickly, it's completely unreasonable, but the battle is like this, there are many irrational and unexpected things.

Facing such an enemy, Ye Linfeng's experience in a hundred battles told him that he must not leave his opponent a chance.

Therefore, Ye Linfeng did not use the things in the dilapidated wooden box, did not use the hairpin sword rain that had not yet been practiced, and did not use the two words that Mo Santong wrote to him, but ended the battle most directly.

Looking at Yang Mo, who was already dead, Ye Linfeng felt a burst of excitement and joy in his heart, this was the first cultivator of the fugue realm he had killed, and he was still a genius-type person, how could he not be happy in his heart.

"I admit that you are much better than me in terms of cultivation, but you have to admit that I am much better than you in terms of experience against the enemy. Ye Linfeng said with a smile, the green shirt was stained with a trace of blood, fluttering in the breeze.

"Do you think I survived hiding behind my master in the pursuit of more than ten years?" Ye Linfeng looked at Yang Mo's already stiff corpse and said with a faint sigh.

The fragrance of osmanthus is still floating, fragrant and fragrant, breaking people's souls.