Several households are renovating, and all kinds of sounds are thundering together. Lao An instantly feels like a symphony.

"If you want to take the phantom spirit god nest of our clan, what are you going to take it? Hahaha..."

The shadows rolled and the faces condensed were unscrupulous mockery. The mockery was fully revealed in the face of laughter.

"Don't tell me that your trust is this sword. It's ridiculous, ridiculous."

Tan Weiran pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Why can't it be this sword?" He gently shot the sword body, making a crisp and pleasant sound, and a very unique melodious sound. The buzzing and trembling seemed to be the sword indicating that it was impatient.

Yu Zhuyan looked at him and found that he was completely different from the Sword of the Path. He immediately made a gentle breathing sound, unable to hide his shock.

Two spiritual swords and two spiritual weapons!

What is her friend who is from and what kind of disciple is she? She is so generous.

The key is that she couldn't think of how Tan Weiran kept the two spiritual weapons together in the Jin Mansion?

With his fingertips on the sword, the sword as exquisite as an artwork emits the sound of gold and stone. Tan Weiran lowered his head and stared at the Wuxiang Sword, as if he treated it as a living and said to it: "He is an eighth-grade shadow clan, and dares to look down on you, haha, do you think he is arrogant? I feel the same."

The tremor from the sword body became louder and louder, causing the air to tremble and agree with its unique frequency, creating a certain resonance. What is shocking is that this tremor is gradually transmitted from the sword body to the air. Even if there is no wind or no one moves, it is inexplicably caused by the Wuxiang Sword to tear out the sharp whistle.

The sharp roar was swirling in the air, gradually becoming a scattered wave of overwhelming force. It seemed that Wuxiang Jian was angry for contempt.

As proud as it is, how can we tolerate naked contempt from the enemy?

The Wuxiang Sword, refined from special jade, is exquisite and crystal clear, with a trace of dark red and scarlet red as blood, and begins to flow slowly in the sword body.

Tan Weiran's performance is very unusual, and the performance of this sword is even more unusual.

The shadows rolled and became increasingly intense, and the faces in them frowned like real people to express their emotions. Obviously, they finally realized the unusualness from some clues. A trace of shadows scattered out from the eighth-grade shadow tribe and drifted away, falling into the bodies of the two seventh-grade shadow tribes.

As if he received the order, the two seventh-grade shadow tribes slowly turned into black shadows, spreading quietly to Tan Weiran.

Tan Weiran gently stroked Wuxiang Sword, and his tone was low: "No one can look down on it, you are not worthy." He raised his head slightly, and a ray of boiling and violent murderous intent was released from every pore, boiling like water vapor.

The sword name is without thoughts.

It is the accumulation of the 63rd generation of the First Session of the Wexingtian Sect over the years, and it is also the representative of the First Session of the Wexingtian Sect throughout the years.

It is not an ordinary spiritual weapon, nor is it just the first token, but also the hard work of more than 12,000 years and 63 generations. From the first to the missing master Xu Daoning, each of them has injected his own energy into the Wuxiang Sword.

It originally represents the struggle of the sixty-three generations, their defense of the sect, and their persistence in belief!

The tip of the sword lightly drew a wonderful arc. Even if it was just a arc, it was so beautiful that it contained a thrilling truth of the world!

The shadows that two seventh-grade shadow tribes spread, and they were about to come to Tan Weiran's feet in the blink of an eye.

A stupid and arrogant human monk will never change his blind arrogance in his life! It doesn’t take any effort to kill such a human monk.

Looking at Tan Weiran who was ignorant, the two shadow tribes laughed in their hearts and condensed into human figures, and ferocious faces condensed in the boiling black, showing murderous intent vividly. At this time, just as the two shadow tribes were about to pounce on Tan Weiran, they suddenly realized... it was dawn?

Yes, it's dawn.

The fiery red sun rises to the highest point in the sky, hanging high in the sky, and the joyful release of light shines on the earth, bringing light to the people.

The sun is warm and caring, just like mercury pouring into the ground, infecting every corner and every gap, it seems to be brewing an extraordinary atmosphere. The warm sunshine will cleanse all the dirt in the world. The shadows are washed away and covered! There is no place for shadows to be there.

In an instant, the two seventh-grade shadow tribes felt like they were not wearing clothes, and suddenly they were exposed naked to the sight of all living beings. If they were humans, except for embarrassment and shame, they would probably be deeply rooted in people's hearts.

But for the shadow tribe, this is exactly what makes them afraid of. The less shadows, the slower they are, and the more they consume.

The desolate Geng 235, which is as desolate as hell, is filled with sunlight, and the light turns from bright to bright, but it is just a matter of just one or two breaths.

It is no exaggeration to say that the wind and clouds are changing. A scorching sun suddenly dyes purple, and it suddenly transforms into a crackling purple light, from caring warmth to a trembling domineering thing, is also a blink of an eye.

The silver snake dancing in the sky turned into lightning, and the thunder that swayed in his heart fell from the sky.

Kill this human monk who attempts to get involved in the Nest of the Phantom Spirit!

The two seventh-grade shadow tribes roared in their hearts, but found that the faint purple color was like a vast ocean, and they instantly came to the shore. Without time to call for help or resist, they looked at the purple wave in horror, completely swallowed up.

cut!

In one breath, two seventh-grade shadow tribes comparable to the divine illumination realm were completely annihilated, and their aura was gone.

The eighth-grade shadow clan's eyes were dull at the moment, and a trace of fear sprouted from the bottom of his heart. It was as if it was frozen, and those crazy laughter, those coldness, and those mockery were all stiff on that face.

A little mouse he could easily kill was transformed into a deadly big tiger.

The Wuxiang Sword exuded a breath that suffocated and suppressed the eighth-grade shadow clan, as if the air became heavy, making him breathless. It even made him feel like he was exposed naked and exposed to the power of the Wuxiang Sword.

What a powerful ninth-level spiritual weapon!

The eighth-grade shadow clan's heart was icy and his roar was deafening to conceal his fear and weakness: "You human race are the most greedy. Whenever you look at our clan's phantom spirit nest, it will harm our clan and you should kill it at the extreme!"

Rumble!

The boundless purple thunder was scattered violently throughout Geng235. Thanks to the fact that this place was destroyed once by the ninth-level talisman, otherwise it would have been destroyed again at this time.

Tan Weiran's voice was full of sonorous: "Stop talking nonsense! Take my move..."

Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound!

The extremely stout sword soul burst out with the domineering power of all things! It is indescribable and will blow everything into powder, and no one can stop it.

It's a sword that has reached the pinnacle.

Tan Weiran did not do even one extra move, guiding the power in the Wuxiang Sword, gathering all his energy to the highest point, and then throwing out a sword that swept across the thousands of troops!

The sword spirit is 10%, 20%, 30%... and it is crazy to rise to the strongest in the shortest time.

Purple, covering the sky and the sun.

The lightning sword spirit is magnificent and magnificent, turning into a purple wave, which rolls over and even floods the entire Geng 235.

Not to mention that Geng 235 is only a few miles long and wide, even if it is hundreds of miles in a radius, Tan Weiran controls the continuous boiling power in Wuxiang's sword. As long as he is willing, he will be destroyed under this sword and become a scorched earth.

"Sixty percent of the sword spirit?"

Yu Zhuyan was shocked and lost her mind. She was so quiet that she could hardly believe her eyes: "Brother Weiran, he... is really a peerless genius. Otherwise, how could she go up to another level on the basis of 40% of the sword spirit in just ten years?"

From 40% to 50% of the essence, the absolute difficulty is doubled. Whether it is 40% of the essence, or the true soul, the more complete the more difficult it is.

She traveled around the world and saw many martial arts geniuses from all over the world, some famous, some unknown, some rich families, and some poor cultivators. But when she saw her today, she found that there were probably very few who could compare to this friend.

The powerful and domineering Thunder and Lightning Sword Soul is everywhere, and the arrogant and unreasonable crushing and bombarding everything. The eighth-grade shadow clan can feel the severe pain of being torn into pieces every moment.

There is no way to compete.

If the eighth-grade shadow clan is really good, it will definitely become very exciting. Because, if he is usually enough to compete with this sword, he is far less powerful than usual at this time, not only does he have no strength, but he is also severely injured.

The reason why the two seventh-grade shadow tribes gave Chai Jing the last blow was that this eighth-grade shadow tribe was no longer strong.

None of Chai Jing and Wei Qingming are easy to deal with, and each one is not much inferior to him. The mistake is not the one who chooses the wrong one in the Phantom Spirit Nest, and the outcome is unpredictable. Chai Jing's ninth-level talisman was burned with jade and stone. He survived from the dead and created a good opportunity for Wei Qingming to escape, and almost dragged the battle into a situation where both sides suffered losses.

It is not the strongest Wuxiang Sword, nor is it all the strength, but it is enough to crush and kill the weak eighth-grade shadow clan at this time!

The howling of the eighth-grade shadow clan is full of unwillingness, and full of despair and madness:

"No!"

With absolute power, the Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound with 60% of the sword soul was fully utilized for the first time, completely presenting the strongest power. It was like the divine thunder falling from the nine heavens, hitting the eighth-grade shadow clan, crushing and strangling again and again.

The lightning sword spirit drowned Geng Er Sanwu. When the sword energy dissipated, the purple light floated away, and finally it dissipated and revealed another broken Geng Er Sanwu.

It is a dark scorched earth world, as if even the soil has become coke, losing all its color and luster.

Tan Weiran is comparable to a god descending to earth. He is just as arrogant as he looks down on the ground. He only feels that he has never been so powerful in his life. He even feels that at this moment, he can completely kill and cross the realm of misfortune!

Unfortunately, illusions are illusions.

Tan Weiran would not take the illusion seriously, just because he understood very well that power was derived from the sword of Wumo. Only 60% of the sword spirits really belonged to him.

"This time, I gained a lot." Lingyou Realm cannot fully exert the power of 60% of the sword spirit, so this is the strongest sword that Tan Weiran has used, and it is also the most complete. With this sword, you will have unusual experience. Afterwards, just focus on studying and make progress.

I felt deeply tired, and it was obvious that the previous sword had consumed too much energy.

"Zhu Yan, look for the natal spiritual smoke." Tan Weiran hurriedly put away all the distracting thoughts and pulled Yu Zhu Yan together. Sure enough, he found a few strands of natal spiritual smoke from the Shadow Clan. The most surprising thing was that it was obviously the remaining ones from the eighth-grade Shadow Clan and others, and it was beyond imagination: "Hey, I am lucky this time."

The natal spiritual smoke is not easy to preserve, and the little slave will definitely not be able to digest it for a while. Tan Weiran racked his brains to think of a way to preserve it. Suddenly, he remembered the golden jade divine wood box, which happened to be able to preserve the natal spiritual smoke, and he was immediately happy.

Unexpectedly, the golden and jade divine wood box he picked up on Geng 235 actually came in handy at this time.

Just as I had preserved mynological smoke, Geng 235 suddenly shook, like a big ship in the raging waves, shaking and bumping.

Tan Weiran and Yu Zhuyan stood unsteadily. They looked at each other and noticed that the spiritual energy was boiling, forming vortexes of spiritual energy, accompanied by a strange roar that came from nowhere.

At this moment, above the nine heavenly clouds outside the cave, Zhong Yue, who was sitting cross-legged and self-cultivated, suddenly woke up, suddenly stood up, stared at the entrance of the cave in the desert below, and murmured to himself:
Chapter completed!