I don't know how much time passed, but Mo Wen seemed to have experienced an infinite dream. When the last gray in the sea of consciousness disappeared, the golden sword vibrated violently, destroying and reorganizing from the inside to form a more solid and mysterious structure.
A terrifying pressure descended from above. Above the square, the thick blood-colored evil mist was pushed away by a majestic force, revealing the empty sky, and a cloud of calamity began to gather.
"It's thunder again!"
Mo Wen was awakened by the terrifying power of heaven above his head, and quickly stepped up the transformation of the golden sword in the sea of consciousness. Now he was sure that it was the sword consciousness in the sea of consciousness that caused the lightning strike. The last time the sword consciousness was first formed, the thunderbolt was terrifying enough.
, chopped him half to death, this time it was even bigger!
The golden sword quickly completed its transformation, its size fully doubled, its structure became more solid and compact, and it was almost completely substantial.
The first thunderbolt struck down, Mo Wen urged his sword sense to catch it, and the small golden sword released a brilliant golden flower, scattering the thunderbolt without any damage.
Mo Wen felt relieved. Although the power of the sky thunder had increased, his sword sense could not be compared to the same. It increased even more.
The power of the second thunder doubled, but Mo Wen still resisted it with his sword sense. Electric light burst out, and the golden light of the golden sword dimmed slightly, but it was still intact.
The third one was a thunder that tripled in size, already as thick as an adult's arm, and struck down with great force.
Boom! The light of the golden sword dimmed, and it dropped a few inches, but quickly stabilized. Mo Wen felt a little stinging in his heart, and his spirit was slightly injured.
The three thunders had passed, and Mo Wen felt completely relaxed. However, the good times did not last long. The calamity cloud above his head showed no intention of dissipating. The thunder inside was rolling, brewing a sharper attack!
The fourth thunderbolt struck, Mo Wen was shocked and hurriedly used his golden sword to fight back.
boom!
The small golden sword was chopped down several feet at once, and the golden brilliance was in a mess. Mo Wen's mind felt as if it had been hit hard, and his head was buzzing, like a dozen broken gongs ringing in his ears at the same time.
"besides!"
Mo Wen almost cursed, the clouds of calamity were rolling in the sky, the lightning was flashing, and more terrifying attacks were brewing!
hack!
The golden lightning struck down, and Mo Wen's sword consciousness almost collapsed. It fell back to the sea of consciousness, and the body of the small golden sword shattered. It looked worse than the Bingyun Sword.
Mo Wen had bleeding from his mouth and nose, his consciousness was confused, he was almost knocked unconscious, and his whole sea of consciousness was churning.
But the calamity cloud above the head is still there, and the sixth thunder is brewing!
Mo Wen knew that life and death were at this moment. Each of the thunders in the sky was more powerful than the last. The sixth thunder was already six times as powerful as the first thunder! He knew very well that if this blow was real, he might even be defeated.
Nothing left.
With a low drink and holding back the mental pain, Mo Wen took out the Bingyun Sword from the sword pouch, the fourth style of the Dayunyu Sword Technique - Wind and Cloud Surge!
Obviously, this sword style can only be used when one has reached the sword vein stage, but now the Demon King has finally used the cloud and rain sword energy at the peak of the ninth level, coupled with the support of Hunyuan sword energy, to finally use this sword style completely.
The water spirit energy between heaven and earth quickly converged on Mo Wen as Mo Wen moved his sword, and soon a layer of white mist enveloped Mo Wen's whole body. These mist were completely condensed from water spirit energy, and Mo Wen's
With the body as the center, it began to rotate slowly, and then the speed became faster and faster, and finally formed a tornado-like mist whirlpool, which rushed directly to the calamity cloud above the head like a blue dragon.
The sixth thunder finally poked its head out and struck down mercilessly!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The mist swirl was like a fragile piece of cloth, torn from the head by the thunder, then penetrated straight down, and finally landed on Mo Wen without any hindrance.
Mo Wen's whole body was smashed into the stone ground of the square. His muscles were broken and blackened, and then he fell straight to the ground.
The calamity cloud above the head finally dissipated unwillingly, revealing a clear sky, but it was soon filled with a rich blood-colored evil mist.
Mo Wen, who was lying in the pothole, released a strange aroma. Of course, it was not the smell of barbecue, but a fresh aroma full of vitality. Mo Wen's charred body recovered quickly as if it was the first time he experienced a catastrophe.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Mo Wen's body had returned to its original state, with precious light flowing on his sharp-edged body, looking like a piece of peerless jade.
Mo Wen turned over and sat up from the ground, pinched his arm, and said to himself: "I don't know how strong this body is."
Spirit sword masters are divided into realms. Spirit swords are the things that spiritual sword masters cultivate in life. Naturally, they also have levels. This level is not the upper, middle and lower grades classified by secular spirit sword masters, but the first level, the second level, the third level...
...the same level corresponds to the cultivation realm of Sword Vein, Sword Gang, Jian Yuan, etc. The top-grade spiritual swords and mid-grade spiritual swords used by secular spirit sword masters do not enter the level at all, and the top-grade spiritual swords are only accurate.
level, it cannot be considered a true first-level spiritual sword.
Now the body has returned to its peak condition. Although the thunder that day was terrifying and seemed to kill people, it also contained a pure vitality. If it could be withstood, the vitality would be revived. The benefits to the body are self-evident.
For example, now that Mo Wen has gone through two Heavenly Thunder body refinements, his body's toughness has far exceeded his level of cultivation. It is at least at the first-level mid-level level.
After checking that there was nothing wrong with his body, Mo Wen stood up from the ground and bowed sincerely towards the gate of Xinyan Sect: "Junior Mo Wen, thank you all seniors for your support!"
Now he has understood a lot of things. The little gray sword is the evil spirit transformed from the spirit sword remnants of many disciples of the Xinyan Sect who died here. A tragic battle once took place here, and countless people who wielded the demon spirit sword
The spirit sword masters besieged the Xinyan Sect, and thousands of people died here. The remains of their spiritual swords scattered all over the mountains in front of the Xinyan Sect, forming this sword graveyard.
Mo Wen derived a rough estimate of the situation at that time from the fragmentary memory in the small gray sword.
The small gray sword was transformed from the remnant spirit of the authentic ancient spirit sword, which is of the same lineage as Mo Wen. The small gray sword had originally undergone its second transformation, and was a whole level higher than Mo Wen's sword sense! It itself was
He was also born with simple intelligence and sensed the same aura from Mo Wen, so he did not attack, otherwise Mo Wen would have become the opponent's food now!
As for the little gray sword's self-sacrifice and letting Mo Wen devour and fuse it, it should be because of Mo Wen's special sword body. His sword body was originally designed to accommodate the spirits of all the broken swords in the world and find a final destination for all the spirit swords. The little gray sword
Doing so is tantamount to self-liberation.
After completely absorbing the power of the small gray sword, Mo Wen's sword consciousness also transformed again, reaching the level of a spiritual sword master in the Jian Gang realm. The sword consciousness spread out and could directly cover a ten-mile range! Now, with only the mental attack of the sword consciousness,
I'm afraid it will be able to suppress most of the sword vein stage spiritual sword masters.
Mo Wen didn't stay in the square for long. He didn't know how long time had passed. He had to find other people to find out as soon as possible, otherwise he would miss the one-month period and be trapped in the swamp.
The Zhike Hall was empty, with only a few scattered bones in the corner and nothing of value.
After passing through the Zhike Hall, Mo Wen encountered several more half-ruined buildings. The specifications were similar to those of the Zhike Hall. They were supposed to be side halls for guests to rest. They were equally empty inside, with nothing of value.
Mo Wen was disappointed and continued to walk forward. At this time, the evil mist began to fade and it had obviously left the central area.
Among the bare mountains, five women wearing cloaks fled in panic, with more than a dozen spirit sword masters chasing after them.
"You little bitch of Bingyue Palace! You can't escape. I advise you to hand over your things obediently!"
Among the chasing crowd, a middle-aged spirit swordsman in red robes shouted loudly, his expression full of joking.
"Yan Yangtian! You Red Sword Sect are so shameless! You actually colluded with Lan Jian Sect and Jin Guosheng Sword Sect to plot against us! We are not afraid that our Palace Master will settle the score with you!" A female spirit swordsman in front turned her head and yelled at the back.
The middle-aged spirit swordsman laughed loudly: "It is said that women have long hair and short knowledge. It's true. This is a misty swamp. As long as I kill you all and bury you somewhere, who knows it's us? You have to blame us.
It's because your palace master is too noble and has offended too many people! My master thinks so highly of her that he wants to be a monk couple with her, but that bitch doesn't appreciate it and even humiliates my master in front of the major sword sects.
Respect! Today, as my apprentice, I will first collect some interest from you for his old man!"
"Yan Yangtian! Your master, the toad, wants to eat swan meat. He doesn't even know what he is. He also wants to take advantage of my palace master!" The female spirit sword master scolded without showing any signs of weakness.
"Hmph! Now I'll let you show your bravery with your words. I'll strip you naked later and see if you are still so tough-talking!" Yan Yangtian said with a sneer on his face.
The two parties chased each other and fled, and after a while they ran for dozens of miles. Suddenly, a mist of blood appeared in front of them, stretching directly between heaven and earth.
"Hahahaha! God help me, there is the Sword Tomb in front of me! Where else are you going to run?"
Yan Yangtian laughed heartily, and the others around him were also shocked. They looked at the women in front of them as if they were looking at a group of little white sheep with no way to escape.
The girls of Ice Moon Palace stopped outside the scope of the evil mist and watched helplessly as the pursuers approached quickly.
"Junior sisters, we are no longer immune today, but even if we die, we cannot bring shame to Bingyue Palace!"
The leading female spirit swordsman said decisively, and then walked into the sword grave first, and the other Ice Moon Palace disciples did not hesitate and followed closely.
Yan Yangtian's expression changed and he cursed: "Asshole! A bunch of stupid women! Stop them quickly!"
After chasing for so long, the distance between the two sides is no longer less than a hundred feet. This distance is within attack range for the strong men in the sword pulse stage, but what they want is alive, what's the point of being dead?
Yan Yangtian's eyes turned red as he watched the women rush into the blood-red evil mist. Within the evil mist was a world of evil spirits, and those creatures bred by the Spiritual Sword Remnant Sword Evil belonged to their spirit sword masters.
The nemesis specializes in devouring Yuanling’s spiritual consciousness, and these women will definitely die after entering!
"Feng Qianxun! Baifeng Yun! If you two hide and tuck them together, the cooked duck will fly away!"
In desperation, Yan Yangtian shouted angrily behind him.
A spirit sword master in green robe and a spirit sword master in gray robe behind looked at each other. The spirit sword master in green robe sighed: "I'll do it."
As he spoke, he took out an emerald-green jade sword from his sword pouch. His cheek twitched, as if he was in quite a bit of pain, but he gritted his teeth and struck it on the ground.
As soon as the jade sword touched the soil, it immediately transformed and disappeared. But then, you could see the soil on the ground suddenly rolling violently, as if something was shuttled through the soil. The turned soil spread in all directions, catching up with the ice in the blink of an eye.
The steps of the ladies of the Moon Palace.
Bo! Bo! Bo!
One after another, emerald green vines broke out of the ground and spread densely across hundreds of feet. Before the girls of Ice Moon Palace had time to react, the vines wrapped around their ankles and spread rapidly along their legs to their bodies.
The girls were shocked and immediately slashed with their swords. The vines broke under the sweep of the sword, but more green vines came out of the ground and they could not be cut down at all.
"ah!"
A female disciple screamed in surprise. Her hands and feet were entangled with green vines, and her body was suspended in the air. Then the green vines wrapped around her, binding her limbs together with the spiritual sword in her hand.
"Junior Sister Jie'er!"
Other Ice Moon Palace disciples exclaimed loudly. A disciple who was closer slashed out his sword energy in an attempt to save his fellow junior sister from danger. However, when she was distracted, both of her feet were restrained by ivy at the same time. With a pull, her body lost balance.
More vines wrapped around him, tightly binding his hands and spiritual sword.
"Xiaoyu!"
Watching the five female spirit swordsmen struggling in the sea of ivy, Yan Yangtian finally showed a relaxed expression and stopped chasing. He stood outside and watched with arms folded, his face full of interest.
"Brother Bai, is this the 'Ten Thousand Valleys Spring Vine Technique' of your Sword Sect? The secret method is sealed in the sword talisman. I'm afraid only the Jian Gang realm has such a method?"
Baifeng Yun's face was filled with pain, and he said in a dark voice, "This is the life-saving sword talisman that my master specially gave me when I entered the misty swamp."
Yan Yangtian smiled apologetically: "I really feel sorry for letting Brother Bai spend so much money this time. In this way, Brother Bai will choose one of the five women first."
"Humph." Baifengyun snorted lightly, without comment.
The human-vine war not far away is also coming to an end. Ivy can grow infinitely, but manpower is limited. Even a strong man in the Sword Vein stage can only stand helpless in the face of this endless sea of vines, let alone Qing.
The vine is not an ordinary green vine. A spiritual swordsman in the early stage of Sword Vein can cut it off with all his strength.
Therefore, among the infinitely growing ivy, the five Ice Moon Palace disciples had their hands and feet bound by the ivy, and their bodies were lifted up in the air. The cloaks and veils on their heads also fell off, revealing their pure faces.
The five female spirit sword masters vary in age, the oldest is in her thirties, and the youngest is under twenty, but they all have beautiful faces and are extremely beautiful. At this time, their long hair is disheveled, and their limbs are bound by ivy.
Lying flat in the air, his body twisting and struggling, there is a strange temptation.
The dozen or so disciples from various sects felt hot in their hearts. Yan Yangtian laughed and walked over leisurely.
He first walked to the oldest female spiritual swordsman. Looking at her shameful and angry expression, Yan Yangtian felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and a desire to ravage her fiercely.dd