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Chapter 25 The Sword of the Underworld

Hearing Zhuang Yu's call, the silver pupils in the air flashed slightly.

Noticed the change in the silver pupils, Zhuang Yu subconsciously moved his right hand and found that his injuries had completely recovered.

He stood up in surprise, and he grabbed the phantom spirit pendant and black broken sword.

The moment he held the phantom spirit pendant and the black and broken sword, a black and white wave of spiritual power fluctuated in all directions like a wave on the lake, like a wave on the lake.

After a moment, the ripples of spiritual power had filled the entire hall.

Once the black light walls erect around them touch the spiritual power ripples, they will instantly melt and disintegrate.

After the black light wall disappeared, it then turned into more condensed black and white ripples floating towards the next light wall.

After half an incense stick, the light walls in the entire hall melted away under the chain reaction of black and white spiritual power ripples.

At this moment, a large number of black and white spiritual power ripples were filled with the hall. The black spiritual power in these spiritual power ripples seemed extremely thick, and I could feel substantial when I looked at it.

Zhuang Yu looked at the huge black pupils on the altar and hesitated for a moment.

Just as we were about to step over, the spiritual ripples in the sky made a series of low sounds, and quickly rushed towards the black sword.

At the same time, the Phantom Spirit Peach shuddered and flashed to the hilt of the black broken sword.

A black and white lotus phantom appeared instantly, and a strange wave of spiritual power swept out.

A black and white fairy sword condensed from the lotus phantom.

The moment the fairy sword appeared, the silver pupils in the air and the black pupils in front of him seemed to have seen an old friend who had not seen for a long time, and an inexplicable wave of excitement came out.

Zhuang Yu's mind was blank. Without hesitation, he grabbed the immortal sword.

The next moment, the fairy sword collapsed out five black and white light swords, one big and four small.

The four small swords instantly pierced Zhuang Yu's arms and legs.

And the biggest one, a jump, ran straight down from Zhuang Yu's head.

Countless tiny, twisting and twisting spiritual power flows within the five light swords' sword bodies suddenly began to expand outward, spreading from the sword body toward the surface of the body.

In an instant, Zhuang Yu stood there without any time to react.

"What's going on! It's too early!"

Zhuang Yu's expression changed drastically.

There are records in the Phantom Rift Sword. It is the practice of the Hongmeng Sword Classic and the foundation building of the sword spirit that has advanced from the Spiritual Picking Period to the Spiritual Vein Period.

However, according to the martial arts records, he should have built the foundation of the sword spirit only after he advanced to the spiritual vein stage.

Moreover, the old man surnamed Wu specifically explained that he must not advance in the trial land.

Although he didn't know what was going on, it was definitely not a good thing.

The next moment, Zhuang Yu felt that there seemed to be thousands of sharp swords in his body attacking freely.

What made him helpless was that every time he felt that his body had become a pile of paste, countless tiny white spiritual power would flow out in time.

The body quickly began to recover under the nourishment of white spiritual power.

After going back and forth several times, Zhuang Yu felt extremely comfortable at the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm last moment, and the next moment he stepped into the Knife Mountain Purgatory and Life is worse than Life is worse than Death.

Finally, after a stick of incense, an astonishing aura broke through the air, and a mysterious sword shadow flashed through Zhuang Yu's dantian.

In an instant, Zhuang Yu's appearance changed tremendously.

His entire hair, including his eyebrows, turned into half-black and half-silver. His left eye was dark and deep, as if it was connected to the Jiuyou Underworld, and his right eye was full of silver, as if it was connected to the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm.

Two completely different spiritual powers gathered in the middle of his eyebrows, condensing an illusory sword shadow in black and white.

Zhuang Yu stood there quietly, looking at the black pupils opposite, and stretched out his right hand gently.

A black and white fairy sword immediately floated in front of the black pupils.

The black pupils floated around the fairy sword several times, and their whole body shook violently for a few times, turning into several rays of light and flew into the body of the fairy sword.

The next moment, the fairy sword penetrated directly into Zhuang Yu's eyebrows.

"The spiritual and Ming fusion is fusion, Hongmeng is great, Lingming God Son, congratulations, you have been recognized by the Ming spirit and have the qualifications to practice the complete Hongmeng Sword Book!"

A leisurely sound came out, and the silver pupils in the air fluttered in a flash of inspiration, turning into an old man with white hair and falling down.

Zhuang Yu felt the endless sword intent in his body and had an illusion.

It seemed that he could break the void with a wave of his hand and fly into the sky.

"Who are you? Why do I know your name?" Zhuang Yu was full of doubts.

"I am just a wisp of residual soul in the master's phantom world divine eyes. If you recast your soul and flesh with your master's Hongmeng Sword Book, you will naturally leave a memory afterimage!"

The old man's eyes were filled with endless silver light, as if he could see through everything.

"Is this the other half of the Hongmeng Sword Classic? The part of the Mingsheng Cultivation?" Zhuang Yu shook his head vigorously.

Although he stood there, he always felt that he was constantly shuttled through a spiritual channel, surrounded by endless phantoms.

The old man nodded.

Zhuang Yu was shocked and slowly looked at a giant black and white sword standing in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Countless key points of martial arts appear and disappear on the sword shadow.

老者点了点头,道:“不错,云崖子那个小子,终究还是做到了,以凡人之力,行比肩神灵之事,他是天下第一人,若是生在太古时期,必定是一方神主,可惜,物是人非!”

Zhuang Yu was stunned.

Who is Yunyazi?

"Little guy, goodbye to see you if you are destined to do it, I'll wait for you to come again!" The old man smiled slightly, and gently placed his right hand on Zhuang Yu's forehead.

In an instant, the old man turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

"ah!"

The endless sense of tearing filled Zhuang Yu's sea of ​​consciousness, and he raised his head and whistled.

Countless dense black and white sword shadows poured out like tiny dragons in the sky.

A giant sword shone through the sky!

After passing through the roof, the giant sword seemed to tear the sky apart, and a gully appeared immediately.

At this moment, in the trial land, all disciples who were accepting the task of a priest in the dealer were shocked when they looked at the black jade pendant that suddenly broke in their hands!

In the holy tower of the dealer, the old man surnamed Wu and others were looking at the three black jades in front of them.

All three pieces of jade were covered with cracks and were about to collapse.

At the same time, Zhuang Yu and his friends entered the stone tower forest where the trial land was originally entered, and a large piece of stone tower exploded without warning.

After a while, the entire stone tower forest had become a gravel land.

After a few breaths, three dealer priests in black robes flew down.

When the three of them saw the shattered stone tower, their faces changed drastically.

"Some terrible existence must have been born in the Trial Land. The monitoring of the Divine Actress collapsed. Hurry up, report to the high priest and inform the guards that the disciples participating in the Trial Land this time must be reviewed one by one!"

On the other side, at the top of the dealer's holy tower, a monk in a robe stared at a silver book page that was waving violently in the air, his face full of surprise.

A moment later, a black and white sword shadow flew out from the pages and broke through the air.

(End of this chapter)
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