As soon as the words fell, the cold spirit's body revealed a silver-white light, which gradually became illusory and transparent, and then the body turned into dust and disappeared, and the Yuan Fetus and the remnants of the Yuan Essence merged into her saber Cold Spirit Sword, and immediately turned into a brilliant silver-white sword light, and the gray cloud condensed by the white bone demonic qi that rushed straight into the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She is cultivating a lifetime, along with her own divine soul, into the cold spirit sword of the lower grade spirit treasure level, like a meteor, and like an epiphany, the brilliance of this life will explode in an instant.

"Damn crazy woman!"

The condensed face of the Dry Bone Divine Monarch changed drastically, he didn't expect that the cold spirit would fight to destroy his soul, and he wouldn't let himself feel better. Back then, Han Ling was the cultivation of the peak of the Yuan Fetus, although the Jing Yuan had lost money over the years, and the cultivation was at the foot of the Yuan Shen, the sword intent became more and more powerful. This life-sacrificing sword caused his primordial spirit to give birth to a huge danger warning. After the monk condenses the primordial spirit, he can sense the heavenly opportunity, and he will also have a whim sense of his own fortune and misfortune.

He didn't dare to despise it, and with a movement of his heart, all the gray clouds condensed into a white bone demon god that was nine feet tall and covered with sharp bone spurs. The Demon Sect refines the death qi, yin qi, and corpse qi, and it is also part of the inheritance of the god of the Xuan Netherworld, and this image of the white bone demon god is another aspect of the Xuan Netherworld, which contains the true meaning of death.

The primordial fetal law is still just illusory, but the body of the primordial god has been condensed into substance. This white bone demon god suddenly reached out and grabbed it, and tightly pinched the cold spirit sword, and the majestic white bone demon qi erupted, surrounding this silver-white sword light, wanting to completely annihilate the cold spirit in advance.

At this moment, a stream of Yuan Fetal essence gushed out from the Cold Spirit Sword, and the Cold Spirit Sword suddenly erupted with countless silver-white sword rays, instantly crushing the giant hand of the White Bone Demon God. The silver-white sword light was slightly dim, but it still flew rapidly towards the head of the Dry Bone Demon Lord.

The Dry Bone Demon Lord opened his mouth and spat out a gray white bone demonic qi, like a typhoon sweeping in, and the silver-white sword light suddenly trembled violently, and the sword momentum was blocked. Immediately, the cold spirit primordial fetus in the flying sword spit out a mouthful of primordial fetal essence again, and the silver-white sword light suddenly rose, instantly passing through this airflow barrier and piercing into the mouth of the white bone demon god dharma.

The Cold Spirit Sword entered the body of the White Bone Demon God, and the Cold Spirit immediately exploded the Yuan Fetus, followed by the Cold Spirit Sword, and all the Yuan Fetal essence turned into endless dazzling silver-white sword light, which blew the White Bone Demon God's body apart, and some of them were directly completely annihilated by the silver sword light, and some of them collapsed into gray White Bone Demon Qi.

After the brilliant silver-white sword light, the scattered gray white bone demonic qi slowly condensed again, forming a slightly shrunken white bone demon god. The Yuan Shen Cultivator is not so easy to kill, unless he uses the formation or the Cave Heaven magic weapon to trap it, and refining it little by little, can he completely wipe out the Yuan Shen. One step is a difference, but it is a world of difference. Although the cold spirit is the peak of the primordial fetus, even if it blew itself up, it still did not pull the Dry Bone Demon Lord to hell.

"Uncle Shi, go all the way!" Lingyue looked at Uncle Han Ling, who had dissipated into light, his heart hurt, but his eyes became more and more determined.

Elder Jin Dan and Dao Ji disciples also looked sad. Han Ling is already the only remaining disciple of the Han Character Generation, and only the head of Lingyue has a Yuantitu-level cultivation, according to the current situation, it is obviously difficult to resist the Dry Bone Demon Lord.

And the silver-white avenue rune above Han Yueling's head was still absorbing the Taiyin True Yuan that had been gathered by the Lingyue Sect's Yuan Fetal Method, and it had become very condensed and close to consummation.

"This time I lost a lot of money, and I lost more than thirty percent of my Yuan Shen Essence. The Dry Bone Demon Lord cursed secretly, and at the same time felt that the Yuan Shen that had just condensed was faintly unstable.

"Just grab these women to make up for their essence. ”

The Dry Bone Demon Lord had an idea in his heart, and suddenly more than a hundred long gray tentacles poured out from all over his body, shooting towards the disciples of Cold Moon Valley.

The head of Lingyue suddenly threw out a crescent-shaped jade pendant, on which were written the two seal characters of Hanyue, which was also the head token. This token is just an ordinary high-grade treasure, but it contains a wisp of the Cold Moon Ancestor's divine thoughts, and it has a strange connection with the Cold Moon Divine Sword. This should have been something that needs to be cherished and cared for, but at this time, it can't be taken care of so much.

Under the attack of several gray tentacles, the spearhead token that shot out was shattered in an instant, and a wisp of Cold Moon Ancestor's divine thoughts were also annihilated.

Seeing that hundreds of disciples were about to be killed by the Dry Bone Demon Lord, suddenly a silver-white sword light shot out from the forbidden land of the sword pool, hitting the White Bone Demon God Law Body of the Dry Bone Demon Lord, and instantly a cold moon sword intent erupted from the most yin to the cold.

The stunned look on the face of the Dry Bone Demon Lord froze, and his soul was annihilated in an instant, and then the Demon God Law Body instantly collapsed, turning into gray dead air and returning to heaven and earth. He never dreamed that he had just condensed the primordial spirit, and it was just when he was in high spirits, but his soul was destroyed. The calamities are all relative, this is the calamity of the Cold Moon Valley, and it is also the calamity of the Dry Bone Demon Lord. He was just a primordial god, and he didn't even refine the magic power of dividing the primordial god, but the real body of the primordial god came, so he was naturally looking for death.

As soon as the Dry Bone Demon Lord's soul was destroyed, the more than 100 tentacles also lost their power, and they collapsed into gray aura and dissipated, allowing many Cold Moon Valley to escape. The mana and the soul of the primordial god monk are one, and when the soul is completely annihilated, the mana will also turn into essence and dissipate, returning to heaven and earth. These dead qi are very pure, and the corrosive power is extremely strong, but fortunately, the Cold Moon Valley is full of ice, if it is a mountain peak forest, all the trees must have died, and not a single grass grows. These dead qi will gradually melt into the depths of the earth, and will have little effect on the Cold Moon Valley.

Ordinary disciples couldn't imagine how such a powerful Yuan Shen powerhouse could die, and it was just an inconspicuous sword light that died so easily. Only the head of the Spirit Moon and the Nine Great Elders understood that this was the Cold Moon Divine Sword of the Forbidden Land of the Sword Pool. In the past, the heads of the previous dynasties communicated with the Cold Moon Divine Sword through the Master Token, but this time the form was critical, and the Lingyue Leader had no choice but to use the shattering of the Master Token to cause the awakening of the Cold Moon Divine Sword.

However, this time, the Cold Moon Divine Sword still did not disappoint them, and once again slashed a strong enemy and blessed Cold Moon Valley.

The death of the Dry Bone Demon Lord must have once again alerted the many behind-the-scenes existences who peeked into Cold Moon Valley to be able to exchange for a period of peace. Lingyue's heart was slightly settled, and he looked at Han Yueling at this time.

Losing the troubles of the Dry Bone Demon Lord, Han Yueling once again had an induction with the bright moon in the sky, and the rich Taiyin Yuehua continued to converge, and the silver-white avenue runes above her head became more and more condensed, and suddenly in a flash, the Baihui acupoint above her head sank into the dantian in her body, and fused with the rudimentary form of the golden pill in her body, and suddenly the surface of the golden pill was derived from a complex silver texture.

Han Yueling slowly opened her eyes and said, "Take me to the Sword Pool Forbidden Land, I already feel that sword." ”

When the bright moon appeared in the depths of her mind, many blurry images began to emerge in her heart, but they were intermittent and incomplete, and at the same time, her spirit sensed the existence of another "self", maybe it was the sword, or something left in the sword, it was calling for itself.

The head of Lingyue shook his head and said, "You better consolidate the Jin Dan first, otherwise you will be attacked by the cold qi of the Cold Moon Divine Sword, and it will be easy for the Jin Dan to be shattered and the cultivation will fall." It is rare for the Great Dao Jindan to condense for a hundred years, if the cultivation falls, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the next Ning Dan. ”

Han Yueling stopped talking, closed her eyes and meditated, when she held the sword, all doubts would be solved.

At this time, in the underground ice room, a young man wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and leather shoes was closing his eyes, using the Tianxin induction method to communicate with Zhou Yinling in the ice room: "Ling'er, how are you digging there?"

In the ice room, next to the 10,000-year-old cold iron gate, in front of an ice cave more than ten centimeters deep, Zhou Yinling was still digging with an iron hoe transformed by Xuanhan Ice Refining. Hearing the young man's voice, he hummed: "Shen Linfeng, less close, there is something to say." ”

After these days of communication, Zhou Yinling already knew some of the basic identities of this guy, Shen Linfeng, the youngest second-generation disciple of the Medicine King Valley, and the head of the Medicine King Valley were the same generation. As for why she helped, she asked a few times, and this guy always talked about him left and right. Therefore, Zhou Yinling did not trust him very much.

"The Moon Spirit Girl has already condensed the pill, there is no time, she will go to draw that sword by tomorrow morning at the latest. That sword is very evil, there are not a few Yuanshen monks who have died under this sword for thousands of years, even if it is a cultivator who refines the void, no one dares to touch it. If your Moon Spirit sister touches that sword, she won't be able to change it back. Shen Linfeng said.

"Then you won't help dig it up!" Zhou Yinling hummed.

"I'm not afraid of making a noise and alarming the disciples guarding the passage. However, today, the Cold Moon Valley has been decimated, and there should be no heart to take care of it here. I'll dig it now!" After Shen Linfeng finished speaking, a crimson iron hammer appeared in his hand, not to look inconspicuous, but it was a primordial god-level spiritual treasure, which was passed on to him by Shen Linfeng's master. However, he almost never uses it, he really thinks it's too ugly, and it doesn't deserve his jade tree windy temperament.

With a flash of red aura, the crimson hammer turned into a hoe, and Shen Linfeng began his first career as a miner. (To be continued.) )