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Ye Bai subdued the flying sword, branded himself as a primordial god, and did not immediately practice the next step of the sword light flying technique, but thought about the sacrificial process from the beginning.

With a mouth, a small black sword immediately flew out, glowing with a chill. Smelling the faint smell of blood coming from the tip of his nose, Ye Bai's expression was slightly complicated.

It took a few drops of his own essence blood to successfully refine it, although the power was greatly increased compared to the ordinary sacrificial sword method, but correspondingly, because it was connected to his own qi and blood, if the flying sword was damaged, even he himself would suffer more damage. There will be gains and losses, this person who has made great achievements in the sword light flying technique, I am afraid that he is also a guy who is ruthless enough to others and himself.

Ye Bai put away the flying sword and shook his head helplessly, the next thing is to find an open place to practice the flying of the sword. He didn't plan to fly around in the hole halfway up the cliff, if he couldn't cultivate at home, it wouldn't be a joke to fall headlong.

Under the dim light of the spirit ore, the little spirit civet lay on a demon beast fur and fell asleep, forgetting all about the things he was guarding, and he was really an unreliable guy.

Ye Bai glared at him angrily, walked out of the cave, stepped on the bulge between the cliff walls, jumped up in the air, stepped on a few times, and climbed to the ground on the top of the cliff.

According to the record on the jade slip, after the flying sword sacrifice is successfully refined, you can proceed to the next step of the sword practice. This step is about the sword moving with the heart, and as soon as the mind moves, the sword will take the initiative to support the person forward.

Ye Bai silently recited the sword technique, and shouted "up" softly in his mouth! The long sword on his back came out of its sheath, circled in the air, and came straight to Ye Bai's feet.

It was menacing, and Ye Bai couldn't help but wonder if the previous sword spirit had not been cleared, and he came out again to abolish himself.

Fortunately, the flying sword seemed to have eyes, and it was tightly inserted into the subtle gap between Ye Bai's shoes and the ground, instantly lifting him up and breaking into the sky.

The flying speed of the sword was beyond Ye Bai's expectations, and it flew out of a distance of several miles in the blink of an eye, the wind was loud in his ears, and his face was also faintly painful, so he hurriedly opened the aura cover.

Ye Bai was still a little unaccustomed at first, his body shook a little, looking at the ground that was getting farther and farther away, the trees, mountains, and rivers that were getting smaller and smaller, and he felt a little weak in his heart, always feeling unstable and worried that he would fall.

Until he noticed the abnormality between the soles of his feet and the body of the sword, as if the body of the sword was a part of the human body, and the two were closely connected and inseparable, like another pair of shoes.

Ye Bai froze his body, let go of his heart, and urged his vitality, and the speed of the flying sword accelerated a few points, turning into a sword light, and wandering around.

At this moment, Ye Bai only felt exhilarating, flying, flying, this is the feeling of flying, no wonder the cultivators look down on mortal beings, just this most basic sword flight will make them feel that they have become another kind of creature, that is a more powerful sense of existence and control.

After flying continuously for more than an hour, Ye Bai did not feel monotonous, and his control of the flying sword became more and more skillful.

It wasn't until he felt that the vitality in his body was consumed too much that he lowered his flying sword and returned to the ground. I found a secluded open space and meditated with my eyes closed.

The speed of the flying sword is related to the amount of vitality that is activated, and the more vitality input into the sword body, the faster the speed will naturally be. All changes do not deviate from their origins, and the cultivation realm is always the basis for cultivating all spells, thinking of this, Ye Bai hated to be able to skyrocket his cultivation by a few points.

It's a pity that the accumulation of mana has always been a boring and long process, so I can only return to the cave first and continue to practice.

The fog under the cliff seems to be a little thicker, and it has surged to the bottom of the cave not far away, and when he looks at it, it is all white, Ye Bai doesn't know if this is the norm, and there is always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

The little civet didn't know where to go to play, and Ye Bai knew that it was safe and sound with a trace of connection between the two primordial gods, so he didn't care.

The cultivation of the Qi Refining Period is not very complicated, it is mainly the accumulation of Yuan Qi, as long as there is a sufficient source of spiritual energy, even if the qualification is low, if you are given thousands of years, you will always cultivate to the Great Perfection Realm of the thirteenth layer of Qi refining. Of course, the premise is that you want to live that long.

Because of the existence of the mysterious purple bead, Ye Bai is now considered a first-class qualification in the absorption of vitality, and in the abyss of thunderfall, the aura is much richer than that of the outside world, plus he has a lot of spirit stones at hand. The combination of the three, the cultivation of the speed of refinement, naturally increasing day by day.

A year has passed in a flash.

On this day, Ye Bai woke up from meditation, his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes flashed with a light that he had never seen before, dazzling, and the void room was electrified. He breathed a long sigh of relief and muttered to himself: "It's done, the tenth layer of Qi refining will be cultivated faster than I expected, if the teacher knows, he will definitely be very pleased." ”

Seeing that Ye Bai finally woke up, he immediately put down the spirit stone in his mouth, held his head high, waved his claws, and signaled that he had taken care of himself every day for half a year, and had never slackened.

Ye Bai knew that this was a lazy guy, and he didn't care about it, so he said softly: "Get ready, I'm going to go down to the bottom of the valley to explore, you show me the way." ”

The little civet is waiting to resist, and he wants to go to you, and Lao Tzu will not go to death. With a move of his right hand, Ye Bai took the small pile of spirit stones placed on the ground, put them in the storage bag, and said seriously: "This matter is not negotiable!"

According to Ye Bai's thoughts, he planned to cultivate to the eleventh level of Qi refining, or a little higher, and then go down to check, but there was always another voice in his heart urging him, come down, come down. This strange thought drilled his bone marrow like a drill, and no matter how difficult it was to settle down, he was reluctant to cultivate, I am afraid that there was really a danger of going mad.

Ye Bai had a vague conjecture in his heart, this matter might have something to do with the terrifying existence mentioned by Xiao Lingxi. There are thousands of monastic schools, and some of them are good at demagoguery.

Since you are so impatient, then I will come to meet you for a while! Ye Bai stood up and was arrogant.

What kind of scene is at the bottom of the valley, the little civet can't say clearly, maybe he doesn't want to say more, looking at the little thing lying on his shoulder, reluctantly, and reluctantly, Ye Bai simply doesn't ask it anymore, let's see it for myself.

On a day when the white mist was thin, a sword light flashed out of the cave and burrowed into the bottom of the cliff.

The Lianyun Mountain Range is also a place where deep ravines and valleys are dense, and there are all kinds of wonders, but there is no place under this mountain cliff, which is even more eerie and terrifying.

The further down, the more scarce the breath of life becomes, birds, snakes, insects, weeds, shrubs, all the way less and less, the dark ridges, bare exposed to Ye Bai's sight, exuding an indifferent and cold atmosphere.

The further down the light became darker and darker, Ye Bai had to take out a glowstone, relying on the faint light of the glowstone to illuminate things within a few feet around him, groping his way forward.

Worried about being attacked, Ye Bai leaned against the mountain wall and slowly lowered the flying sword, as the valley bottom approached, the expression of the little civet became more and more stiff, and he grabbed the clothes on Ye Bai's shoulders, as if the powerful existence that made it unforgettable would emerge at any time.