Chapter 595 596. Passionate Sword

Hearing Helian Jiucheng's words, Pei Xihe's eyes became more murderous.

"It looks like we have to have a trip to the Demon Realm."

She whispered, already making up her mind.

Maybe they might not be able to find Liu Qingci's whereabouts when they go to the Demon Realm, but there are some things that can only be obtained by doing some things in order to gain a chance of change. It would be too stupid to just wait for Liu Qingci to show up in front of them automatically.

Helian Jiucheng naturally nodded in agreement, and then asked: "Should we leave immediately, or take a short rest?"

The murderous intent in Pei Xihe's eyes dimmed. She had just returned to Tianxu China for only half a day and had just met her master and senior brother Heng Ji.

In the Demon Realm, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are twelve demon kings, all of whom have reached the level of Xiaoyaoyou, and their fighting power is extraordinary because of the demon body.

In the past, Helian Jiucheng was hunted because his bloodline was coveted by the golden-armored unicorn. Now his existence is more widely known. Even with the protection of the Demon King of Tianji Palace, there is no guarantee that there will be no hidden hands.

Pei Xihe's eyes flashed slightly and he said: "Don't be in a hurry. You have forgotten that you asked me for an opportunity before. Since I agreed, I will not break the promise. Now you might as well be promoted to return to the void and start again?"

His bright yellow eyes were slightly bright, which made Pei Xihe regain some of the quirky feeling of the fox in the past, and he felt a little emotional.

This little fox cub was brought into the Immortal Temple by him by mistake. If it weren't for his formation attainments and strength, he would have faced more crises.

Pei Xihe took out something with his hand. The white bead was half the size of a fist, and it was wrapped in beeswax. It was so clear that you could see silver patterns flowing like liquid inside. The lines were cross-linked, like a silver moon.

The spirits of the fox clan cry for many months, and they can use the moonlight to practice and condense their magic power and soul. What's more, they can use secret methods to temper their blood.

Heavenly foxes like Helian Jiucheng are naturally proficient in relevant techniques, and it is precisely in this way that they can advance to the late stage of integration within a few years. Now that I saw the white bead that Pei Xihe took out, I suddenly felt that the blood in my body seemed to be affected by that.

The traction of the silver moon made the flow flow a little faster.

This can barely be regarded as a second-grade spiritual object, the Moon Frost Bead.

It requires a powerful person to take over the holy power of the moon, condense it for thousands of years, and then refine it with alchemy. It already contains the charm of the moon.

It usually takes decades, or even hundreds of years, to break through the realm, but Helian Jiucheng has the extremely pure bloodline of the Sky Fox. The practice of the demon clan is different from that of the human race. If the bloodline is strong enough, it can be used as a medium and the key to breaking through the realm.

With the help of this bead, Helian Jiucheng can first condense the blood within a few months, understand the rules of the blood's magical power, condense the small realm of emptiness, and then use this to promote the realm of returning to emptiness.

Helian was a little awkward. He knew that this gift was very generous. Although he didn't know that it was just a sprinkling of water on Pei Xihe now, he was still grateful.

He knew that this was not the time to be pretentious. They each carried the motto and had to do it with all their strength, so he accepted the bead with a rather solemn look on his face.

"I will definitely practice my best and advance to Xiaoyaoyou as soon as possible."

Pei Xihe nodded and said, "I'll wait for you in March."

At that time, one person and one fox will naturally go to the Demon Realm to look for traces of Liu Qingci. And Helian Jiucheng's body flashed with light, and he suddenly transformed into his true body again. The snow-white fox's nine tails swayed and searched for a corner of the wooden house.

He closed his eyes and started practicing, obviously unwilling to waste any time.

Pei Xihe smiled, and with mana surging from his fingertips, he set up many protective runes.

She poured her mind into the underworld, looked for the fairy crystal and put it into a storage ring.

In order to achieve a breakthrough in my current realm, I need to further my understanding of the unity of the three realms. Although external objects can work, there are also hidden dangers, and the gain outweighs the loss.

But if the master continues to practice, he will not be able to suppress his level of advancement, and he will definitely not want to.

She naturally had to prepare for her senior brother, but she had not found the opportunity before.

Now Zhao Qingtang's cultivation is in the realm of transcending tribulations, and he needs to accumulate mana, attract thunder from the sky, and shatter small realms. Pei Xihe knows that the world is about to change, and it would be great if he can be promoted to Mahayana, so he wants to help him.

The best way is to let him practice with fairy crystals, absorb the power of fairy spirits in them, and collect fairy spirits like the winner of the sect competition all the time.

The realm of cultivators in the Upper Immortal Realm is generally higher than that of the Small Thousand Worlds. Whether it is the upper limit of the realm or the speed of cultivation, the key lies in this fairy spirit.

When living beings are always under the influence of fairy spirits, as time goes by, they will quietly undergo level changes. Therefore, in the fairy world, there are as many golden elixirs and Yuanying as dogs.

Senior brother is not like her who has the blood of Shenwu. If she can practice with fairy crystals and fill herself with fairy spirit, she will be in the realm of transcending tribulations and attracting thunder from the sky at all times. There will be no shortcomings and realm breakthroughs.

Naturally, things will fall into place.

Coincidentally, Pei Xihe now happens to have "100 million points" of fairy crystals.

She put hundreds of thousands of immortal crystals into the storage ring and planned to hand them over tomorrow. With her senior brother's talent, he would be able to survive the thunder tribulation in a short period of time and reach the Mahayana realm.

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Kunlun.

Dark clouds covered the sun, and the wind and thunder rolled.

Wu Yazi stood in the sky, his eyebrows lowered, and beside him stood an old man in blue robes with a strong aura.

"You, the immortal embryo of the Lu family, should have broken through a few months ago, but I didn't expect that you would have so many extra days."

The old man in blue robe was Lu Cun, the ancestor of the Lu family. Hearing these words, he also smiled and said: "How can I ask for help urgently before the destiny has arrived?"

Wu Yazi's eyes were slightly dark, and there was some admiration in his words.

"The sword intention is surging, the Tao charm is hidden, and it looks like there is a bit of Taoism in it." Lu Cun just looked at it with a smile, and there was an inexplicable sparkle in his eyes.

Now the Kunlun swordsman has been determined to be Ming Linlang, and she was originally from the Tianhai Ming family. If not for some changes and this woman made the decision to give up her family power, otherwise the swordsman of this generation would be Lu Changfeng who possesses the Tianci sword.

At this moment, the dark clouds stretch for thousands of miles, emitting the power of thunder and calamity from the heavens and the earth, making countless living beings fearful.

I saw a flash of light for the first time, then heard the thunder and roar, and the thunderstorm fell in the sky, but I saw the man in silver robes draw his sword. The snow-white sword blade flashed with silver light, like frost and ice, and in an instant, he was surrounded by snowflakes.

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The tip of the sword collided with the lightning, and the cold air shattered the thunder.

Lu Changfeng holds the Gushe Tianci Sword in his hand. The sword has grown along with his cultivation. Although the sword spirit has not yet awakened, the power of the divine object is already evident. It is connected with his mind and destiny, and it can break through eighteen thunderbolts in a blink of an eye.

When he used his Taoist skills, the surroundings were filled with snow and ice. He stood among them and waved his sword, like a jade tree piled with snow.

For a time, it was windy and rainy, frost was flying all over the sky, thunder and lightning were heard, and dark clouds were dim.

More than half an hour passed, the last thunderbolt fell, the dark clouds persisted, and the scarlet color rolled, Lu Cun suddenly felt worried in his eyes.

The calamity of inner demons.

If you are not careful, your cultivation will be ruined.

Lu Changfeng, who was standing among them, looked around and saw a young girl looking at him, and his heart, as quiet as a mirror, trembled suddenly.

The girl has a stubborn expression, her face is clear and beautiful, and her mouth is full of youthfulness. She is dressed in the white robe of a disciple of Kunlun's outer sect, and is holding a long spiritual weapon in her hand.

He looked at her and heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice in his ears.

"I like it."

It was a sentence of "like" from back then that covered a lot of the joyful thoughts of a young man.

Lu Changfeng looked slightly startled. In the past few decades, he thought he had given up long ago, but has he really given up?

The girl stepped forward and seemed to want to take his hand.

"How about you and me?" She had a sly look on her face, and between her brows was the spirit and agility that he once liked.

Lu Changfeng felt his throat was dry and heard his hoarse voice say: "Okay."

The woman wields the long knife in her hand with exquisite swordsmanship.

As he watched, his eyes suddenly felt relieved and clear.

Lu Changfeng held the Gushe sword in his hand. The wind and waves were blowing, and his robes were fluttering. He drew the sword and stood up, laying it horizontally in front of him.

In an instant, one side of the snow-white sword reflected his eyes as clear as the bright moon, and the other side reflected the girl's face as bright as a spring flower.

Intertwined briefly, separated in an instant.

The sword is like a giant flying out of nowhere, and the body is like a leaping dragon.

His mind suddenly became clear, and it turned out that this encounter was the greatest blessing in life.

As soon as he thought of it, all the girl's phantoms disappeared, the dark clouds dissipated, the sky glowed, and the shadows of swords suddenly condensed around Lu Changfeng's body, roaring like thunder and dragons, which was a strange phenomenon in the world.

And in his Jiang Palace, the newly born soul was shining brightly, and billowing mana was derived from it.

Watching Wu Yazi was filled with emotions.

"It's the art of passionate swordsmanship. No one has touched this art for many generations. Lu Cun, you have a good descendant."

Lu Cun also had a light of relief in his eyes and sighed in his heart. He knew his grandson and knew what the inner demon calamity was.

But blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and what once caused him to stumble has finally succeeded him.

The Passionate Sword encompasses the path of love, which is actually the path closest to the great road of the heart. It is infinitely powerful and ever-changing, and is second to none among countless sword paths. Lu Changfeng's path to immortality is finally clear at this moment.

Lu Cun stroked his beard and finally sighed: "Good."
Chapter completed!