As soon as Zhao Xuan felt the touch from Bichi Sword, his face became distorted.
As long as Lin Mingyuan is eliminated, those disciples who gossip behind my back will know the consequences of offending me!
And all the treasures on your body belong to me!
Thinking of the madness, Zhao Xuanyi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
But what happened next was completely beyond his expectation.
The Bichi Sword indeed felt like it was piercing through his hand, but what lay in front of Lin Mingyuan was indeed an egg-shaped object.
At this moment, the Bichi Sword was inserted into it.
Zhao Xuanyi tried to pull it out but couldn't move!
The sword in his hand seemed to be stuck in the egg, and even his own spiritual power was continuously drained along with the Bichi Sword, pouring into it crazily.
"Damn! What is this!"
Zhao Xuan looked livid, unable to move forward or retreat, his whole body was firmly stuck in place, and he was very frightened.
Let's talk about Lin Mingyuan in the waterspout, his brows have relaxed a lot at this time.
With the help of the auspicious egg, the violent spiritual power seems to be still sweeping through it, but in fact most of it is absorbed by the auspicious egg, and the soft spiritual power flows from it and is injected into the body.
Although he was immersed in cultivation, Lin Mingyuan also understood the situation in the outside world clearly.
He saw the approach of Zhao Xuanyi and Qing Ling, but due to physical reasons he was unable to react in time.
Pure spiritual power circulated between the meridians. Rather than saying that Lin Mingyuan was undergoing baptism, it was more like a rebirth.
The originally cracked skin and meridians healed quickly, and the benefits after severe pain were obvious.
Underneath a layer of worn-out dust on the surface, brand new skin exudes a gleaming light.
"Idiot, continue to stabilize your realm, leave the things here to me!"
Lin Mingyuan was about to react when Ji Yueru's voice sounded in his mind.
Seeing Lin Mingyuan's puzzled expression, Ji Yueru explained it very thoughtfully.
"Don't worry, although I only have a touch of mental power now, I can still do it with the things in the system."
Lin Mingyuan noticed that the lucky egg was lying in front of him, blocking Zhao Xuanyi's Bichi Sword, and he couldn't help but feel worried.
"Isn't the auspicious egg very important to you? What if it is broken by Zhao Xuanyi?"
"Don't worry, while you were unconscious, the auspicious egg has absorbed enough spiritual power and will hatch soon."
"Besides, his sword might still be helping me."
Ji Yueru smiled mysteriously, dispelling Lin Mingyuan's worries.
The auspicious egg in front of me had its shell pierced by the Bichi Sword, and the two were deadlocked in the air.
From the outside, it seems that Zhao Xuanyi's offensive is fierce and Lin Mingyuan is in danger, but only I know that he is already riding a tiger.
The Bichi Sword in his hand could not be swung at all, and was stuck in the mysterious egg shell in front of him. Zhao Xuanyi was reluctant to abandon his natal flying sword, so he could only desperately activate his spiritual energy to try to shatter the auspicious egg.
Unfortunately, everything is in vain!
The Bichi Sword in his hand kept whining, and cracks began to appear on the blade.
Along with the slow rotation of the auspicious egg itself, the blade of the Bichi Sword has been twisted to an extreme.
Zhao Xuanyi looked ferocious at this time, he couldn't let go!
Once you let go, it means that you have lost your flying sword, and you have lost a good opportunity to take action against Lin Mingyuan!
No matter what kind of treasure the eggshell in front of him was, he was determined to kill it.
It's just a weird protective magic weapon. Let's see how long you can hold it!
Unfortunately, things didn't go as expected, and Zhao Xuanyi soon realized something was wrong.
Although the eggshell in front of him was pierced by a sword and seemed to be about to collapse at any time, the consumption of spiritual power in his body was even greater.
What made him most uneasy was that not only was the spiritual energy around him pouring into the egg crazily, but his own cultivation was also constantly flowing away from the Bichi Sword.
"Zhao Xuanyi, are you crazy?"
Qing Ling saw this scene and shouted loudly. Although she was trapped in place by the violent spiritual power, she could still sense Zhao Xuanyi's sinister intentions.
At this time, Lin Mingyuan was at a critical juncture, but Zhao Xuanyi suddenly attacked. Once the protective magic weapon in front of him was broken, Lin Mingyuan was afraid that he would die on the spot.
"Noisy!"
Zhao Xuan didn't even look back. His long hair was messy and scattered in the air. He had no choice at this time.
Once this opportunity is lost, Lin Mingyuan returns to the realm of Shushan, and under the care of the Jiujian Immortal Ji Dian, he is afraid that he will not have the chance to take revenge in a short time.
"It's done!"
As Zhao Xuan increased the spiritual energy in his hand, the auspicious egg suspended in front of Lin Mingyuan seemed to be unable to withstand the impact anymore. A crack spread from the eggshell, covering the entire egg body in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, the eggshell shattered, and a bright light erupted from the auspicious egg, which momentarily dazzled Zhao Xuanyi's eyes.
Lin Mingyuan saw it clearly in the waterspout. After the auspicious egg was broken, a pure soul breath was released from it, surrounding him.
This wonderful force seemed to have its own spirituality. After circling for several times, it rushed straight towards the sea of consciousness and disappeared in an instant. Even Ji Yueru seemed to have disappeared, and there was no more movement.
Zhao Xuanyi regained his vision and was overjoyed when he saw Lin Mingyuan naked in front of him, with that annoying eggshell reduced to ashes.
He used up the last bit of spiritual energy to activate the Bichi Sword to attack Lin Mingyuan. Zhao Xuanyi seemed to be able to see Lin Mingyuan being pierced by the flying sword and killed on the spot!
pity!
Lin Mingyuan in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, and a huge flying sword appeared in front of him out of thin air, blocking Zhao Xuanyi's powerful blow.
This sword has a thick blade and emits purple-black light. It is the purple sword!
The purple sword was like a powerful bamboo in the wind, standing still under the violent spiritual power. The Bichi sword roughly hit the sword without causing any ripples.
Zhao Xuanyi was horrified to find that there seemed to be a mysterious force on the Purple Sword, which was constantly devouring the spirituality of the Bichi Sword. No matter how hard he urged it, he could not get rid of it.
What made him even more unbelievable was that Lin Mingyuan in front of him had slowly stood up and stared at him coldly, not looking like he was seriously injured at all.
"How is it possible! You are not affected by Jianchi?"
Zhao Xuanyi couldn't figure out why Lin Mingyuan could move freely at this moment.
Only with the sword pool magic circle given by Zhao Gao, the great elder of the outer sect, could I move freely within the turbulent flow of spiritual energy without being rejected.
Even Qing Ling was too busy taking care of herself to move, but how could Lin Mingyuan, whose cultivation level was far lower than his own, do this?
At this time, the situation was reversed. He was holding the Bichi Sword and the Purple Sword in a stalemate in the air. Instead, Lin Mingyuan gained the initiative. Zhao Xuanyi had already begun to think about retreating.
As long as we leave Sword Pond, everything can be discussed in the long term. Anyway, the leader and the others cannot detect what happened in Sword Pond...
"It is said that the sword pool cannot be probed by spiritual consciousness, right?"
Lin Mingyuan slowly approached Zhao Xuanyi, with a dangerous smile on his lips.
"That's why you dare to be so arrogant. Even if you kill me, you will die without any evidence. You can definitely say that I, Lin Mingyuan, died in the turbulent flow of spiritual energy, right?"
Feeling Lin Mingyuan approaching, an ominous premonition flashed through Zhao Xuanyi's heart.