"Time is tight and the task is heavy. You must get it done within one incense stick of time, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable."

Ye Wujin looked at the silver sword and murmured to himself.

At this time, the dark area of ​​the desert.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the wind is cold and cold.

A gust of cold wind blew by, blowing the corners of the leaves's clothes, making a sound.

"In my previous life, the first time I devoured the supreme sword spirit. At that time, I was so weak that I was almost exhausted. However, the sky never stopped me, which made me realize my determination in a desperate situation."

"Integrate the mind-set into the sword path and use the method of refining the mind to endure all kinds of suffering."

At this moment, Ye Wuzong narrowed his eyes.

In the bone-eroding array, countless yin winds penetrated into the skin and bones, and their internal organs were as if they were eaten by tens of thousands of poisonous snakes.

That kind of pain is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

But the memory of two lives is nothing.

Especially physical pain.

This is nothing to the fall of the Nine Nether Sword Emperor, the glory of the past no longer exists, and the past who followed his old subordinates and died.

Ye Wuzong stepped forward, first using the blood-qi coagulation array to isolate the surroundings. Then, he hit the silver sword with his sword finger!

He murmured coldly: "Let me see your awesomeness..."

Once this sect-level sword spirit is successfully integrated, it will not only be the sword skill of the Hundred Kings One Sword, but also a defensive sword skill - the sword sect protecting the body.

But it is hard to ascend to the sky if a real sword sect wants to protect it.

"scold!"

With a clear roar, Ye Wuzong pointed his sword at the silver sword.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure swept over, and the silver sword began to struggle as if it was crazy!

In another moment, Ye Wuzong stared at the silver sword. In front of him, he was like a big sword energy net, rushing towards him. He didn't even have time to dodge, so the sword net penetrated his body!

The black shirt on Ye Wujin's body suddenly shattered.

Ye Wuzong bleed in seven orifices, and his face became a little hideous, but soon, he restrained his hideous expression and returned to peace.

Before he could wipe the blood on his face, Ye Wuzong used the strongest sword skill he had just realized in this life - the sword of a hundred kings!

His eyes narrowed, and his sword finger suddenly pointed diagonally downward. In an instant, more than a hundred illusory human-shaped lights and shadows appeared around him instantly, and each human-shaped lights and shadows held a sword shadow in his hand.

Everyone has different sword-holding postures, but the sword intent emitted by their bodies is extremely sharp!

The Nine Prison Sword and the Blood Incarnate Sword appeared in Ye Wuzong's hand instantly. The two swords in his hand suddenly slashed the sword light at the silver sword.

The sword-decision ghost immortal and the sword-decision blood-decision iron were shot out at the same time, bombarding heavily on the silver sword.

However, the next moment, the light on the silver sword did not weaken, but instead became stronger and more dazzling.

So, the second round of backlash of this sect-level sword spirit became even more violent!

Boom boom boom boom!

Countless silver sword energy shot out from the small sword, suddenly covering Ye Wuzong, like a prison sword formation, launching a fatal attack on Ye Wuzong!

Ye Wuzong's strong and powerful body was exposed to the silver sword at this moment. Although his body was as strong as a monster, he was still bleeding profusely under the invasion of the sword energy!

Cruel sword marks appeared on his body.

But this is not the most terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is that many sword intents penetrated directly into Ye Wujin's body, cutting off the sword veins he had worked hard to open up one by one!

Ye Wuzong suddenly spat out blood, and then blood kept spilling out of the corners of his mouth.

He half-kneeled on the ground, enduring unparalleled great pain, which was even more terrifying than the pain of being corrupted and cruelly dismembered in the bone-eroding formation!

However--!

During this painful process, although Ye Wuzong looked terrifying, his eyes were always calm.

It was as if the soul in his body was not him at all!

"Stay calm..."

Ye Wuzong recited silently.

Then, he glanced at the silver sword that was in a state of madness and smiled.

"You predict I won't last long, but aren't you?"

The silver sword burst out with a sharp sword sound, as if he was going to crush Ye Wuzhi!

Finally, all five sword veins broke.

Ye Wuzong was already covered with sword marks with deep bones, and he was almost out of shape now.

The huge power burst out from the silver sword has a tendency to weaken.

Half of the incense has passed.

Ye Wuzong didn't move, like a dead man, lowering his head, and blood gathered from his mouth and chin, dripping on the ground.

From others, this is a dead person.

But the next moment!

An extremely vast sword intent burst out from Ye Wujin's body. These auras seemed to be able to emit infinite vitality, and Ye Wujin's pupils regained their spirit.

"Zheng!"

The silver sword trembled, and the sword sounded sharply, as if it was hard to believe!

Ye Wuzong grinned, his smile exuded a hint of hideousness, and he whispered: "In my Ye Jiuyou's eyes, you are just a generalist..."

This time, the silver sword moved, turned into a silver stream of light and rushed to the side.

Ye Wuzong's bloody claws grabbed him like lightning!

"As I expected, you have no strength..."

In Ye Wuzong's palm, countless bright lights suddenly emerged, the blue color of the meteoric flame, the red color of the blood-singing sword, the dead gray color of the evil spirit, the dark purple color of the ghost king's Dharma body, and the blue black color of the shadow-hidden Thunder God.

These lights gathered into a stream, and suddenly became sharp claws, grabbing the silver sword in the palm of your hand.

The silver sword struggled desperately, and the sword roared like a mourning sound.

"The Blood Root Sword Formation is about to be broken, it's time to swallow it."

Ye Wuzong looked back at the blood-colored sword formation that was gradually dissipating, and his brows frowned slightly.

The next moment.

The silver sword turned into a silver light and sank into Ye Wujin's body.

This silver sword naturally has a sword soul.

So it was shocked to find that the sword veins that were cut off by it just now almost all recondensed, and even the flow of blood and energy returned to normal.

Soon, the silver sword appeared in a world of sword tomb that seemed desolate but actually vast.

This was also the first time Ye Wuzong brought a sword into his Nine Nether Sword Tomb.

"It's not great."

The Jiuyou Sword Tomb is a little more empty than usual. Many swords that were once inserted around the sword tomb have all disappeared.

"I see."

Ye Wuzong spoke in a serious tone and said, "The Divine Level Blood Soul, when I was dying, I will regain my life, rebuild my sword veins, rekindle my blood and energy, and reshape my body."

"But all this comes at a price..."

"Fortunately, I brought this sword in."

Ye Wuzong stretched out his hand.

The silver sword suddenly became longer and burst out with a dazzling light!

I saw that the huge stone carving of Jiuyou Divine Sword had about eighty feet of stone peeled off, revealing the smooth sword body.

Three small words appeared above.

"Zongque Sword."

soon.

The huge sword body stone carving burst out with sword energy, and the sword energy turned into a sword pool in the sword tomb.

Ye Wuzong said lightly:

"Nine Netherworld Heaven, cast by the Divine Sword."

"The pulse can be opened in one inch."

"A hundred square inches will become a 'measurement'."

"A hundred feet are the pond."

"Hundreds of ponds are rivers."

"A hundred rivers are the sea."

"A hundred seas are deserted."

"Hundreds of Desolations are called Eight Desolations."

"The eight deserts are endless, and they are the small worlds."

"A small thousand and one thousand will be the world."

"Thousands of worlds are Xumi."

"There is Wuliang..."
Chapter completed!