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The young man in silver shirt let out a scream, but soon, a large area of ​​silver runes emerged from his body, turning into a thick silver light curtain, protecting him inside.

He was equivalent to a cultivator in the fusion stage. Because he was a sword spirit incarnation, he could control the flying sword to attack the enemy, but he was trapped in Linglong Palace and he could not do anything to Shi Yue.

Near the young man in silver shirt, there was also a white bone sword, which kept shaking and making bursts of piercing screams, trying to break free.

A five-colored big hand held the white bone sword tightly, and a seven-colored light curtain covered the white bone sword, and it had no chance of escaping.

Shi Yue knew very well that it was not so easy to subdue the sword spirit, but fortunately, he was in Linglong Palace and had plenty of time.

Outside the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, a magnificent red palace stood on a peak. Xiaoyaozi was lying on the armchair with a comfortable expression on his face. Qu Feiyan and Murong Xiaoxiao were drinking tea and chatting.

At this moment, Xiaoyaozi suddenly opened his eyes and flew out.

Qu Feiyan and Murong Xiaoxiao were startled and hurriedly followed him out.

Hundreds of escape lights appeared in the distant sky and flew towards here quickly.

"Someone is coming." Xiaoyaozi narrowed his eyes and showed a solemn expression on his face.

His spiritual sense sensed that five combined cultivators came, and there were also many high-level cultivators.

Not long after, the five escape lights of green, red, blue and gold stopped, and the escape lights dissipated, revealing five combined cultivators, who were wearing robes of five colors of green, red, blue and gold, and their expressions were indifferent.

"Wanjian Wuzi! What do the five Taoist friends want to do here?" Xiaoyaozi's expression was indifferent.

Wanjian Wuzi are five combined cultivators. They practice the sword tactics of the five elements, are good at combined attack, can set up the five elements Zhuxian formation, and are said to be able to fight against the Mahayana period.

Xiaoyaozi did not expect that they would appear here.

Did they say something? All five Wanjian disciples were dispatched.

"My fellow Daoist, we Wanjian Sect have important matters to attend to. Please leave here immediately." A dignified old man in a golden robe said politely.

Xiaoyaozi would not leave naturally, as Shi Yue was still in Wanjian Tomb! He was worried that the other party would come for Shi Yue. Who knew what Shi Yue had done inside.

"Okay! We will leave now." Xiaoyaozi pondered for a moment, and left with Qu Feiyan and Murong Xiaoxiao.

Of course, they would not run too far, but just leave here temporarily to facilitate Shi Yue's support.

"Is there anything wrong with Junior Brother Shi? Five combined cultivators are coming." Murong Xiaoxiao said nervously.

Qu Feiyan shook her head and said, "It shouldn't be. Maybe he made a big noise!"

She was full of confidence in Shi Yue. If it wasn't for Shi Yue, how could the masters of Wanjian Sect appear here? However, it was very likely that Shi Yue made a noise in Wanjian Tomb. Shi Yue was not a quiet person.

"Don't worry! If he really got into trouble, we can also help him. Don't worry." Xiaoyaozi said confidently.

If it weren't for the five sword cultivators in the fusion stage, Xiaoyaozi would not give in.

In the depths of the mountains, the five Wanjians looked at each other and sacrificed a set of flying swords. Each set of flying swords had thirty-six swords. Each flying sword was shining with spiritual light and aura. It was obviously a spiritual weapon.

Wanjian Sect has a long heritage, and it is naturally not comparable to ordinary forces. With more than one hundred flying swords at the level of spiritual weapons, even Mahayana cultivators are not their opponents.

More than a hundred flying swords circled in the sky. Wherever the flying swords passed, the void made a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The void seemed like a piece of thin paper. One hundred and eighty flying swords seemed to be about to chop the void into pieces.

"Open it for me." The five sons of Wanjian shouted at the same time and pinched the magic formula.

More than a hundred flying swords with shining spirits shone brightly and quickly gathered together, turning into a five-color sword disk of a hundred feet in size. The five-color sword disk spun around and ejected a thick five-color light column straight into the sky.

Now is not the time to weaken the restriction of Wanjian Tomb. Even with Wanjian Order in hand, it is difficult to break the restriction.

The five-color light column sank into the sky, and the void seemed to explode, with a gap of more than ten feet in size. A five-color spiritual light covered the entire gap.

"Junior Brother Liu, Junior Sister Lu, Junior Brother Lu, you take your people in! I will stay outside to support you. The sword spirit must not fall into the hands of others." The old man in the golden robe said in a deep voice.

"Brother Jin, don't worry. We will never let that traitor take the sword spirit away. The founder participated in the arrangement of the formation to cultivate the sword spirit for the sake of our sect's future generations. I didn't expect that the traitor would discover the existence of the sword spirit. If he hadn't known about the existence of the sword spirit, he wouldn't have been exposed!" A plump young woman in a green skirt said with a wry smile.

A fat and big-eared old man in a red robe disagreed and said, "Humph, the restriction of the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb is not at its weakest. Even if he forcibly uses the Taiyi Breaking Realm Talisman to open a passage, he may not be able to get the sword spirit. The sword spirit is at least at the fusion stage. With Brother Jin guarding outside, even if he can subdue the sword spirit, he can't leave easily."

"That's right, we've brought all the treasures of our sect. As long as the sword spirit appears, Senior Brother Jin can find the existence of the sword spirit within a billion miles. With the sword spirit, the five of us can comprehend it, and maybe we can use the sword spirit's spiritual objects to gain more exquisite sword skills and advance to the Mahayana stage." A man in a yellow robe with a fair face said with a smile.

"Let's go! Let's get going! In addition to the sword spirit, the traitor can't be left behind. The demon sect actually sent a spy to our sect. If it weren't for the sword spirit, he might not have exposed his identity. The demon sect is looking for death by sending a spy into our sect."

Three combined cultivators led ten refining cultivators to fly towards the gap in the sky. After flying into the gap, the gap slowly healed.

Half of a certain peak full of flying swords was flattened, and a palace with five-colored spiritual light lay on the top of the mountain.

In the palace, Shi Yue sat cross-legged on the ground, his face slightly pale.

The face of the young man in silver shirt was pale and painful, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. The other party was only in the fusion stage, but he could control some powerful restrictions that even he could not break.

His body was wrapped in a large piece of red-gold flames, and one silver rune after another lit up on his body, turning into countless silver sword qi, shooting in all directions. The dense silver sword qi hit the formation, and only a muffled sound was heard.

"It seems that you are determined not to recognize me as your master. It doesn't matter. I will erase your spiritual wisdom and cultivate it again." Shi Yue's tone was indifferent, and the spell changed, and the flames rose.

There were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and a mysterious power emerged. The features of the young man in silver shirt were distorted, and his breath was weak. He found that Shi Yue was not joking.

He finally gave birth to consciousness and became a sword spirit. He can be a sword and a sword spirit. He was really unwilling to surrender to others like this.

With a flash of silver light, the young man in silver shirt turned into a silver flying sword with dim spiritual light. After countless runes lit up on the sword body, the silver flying sword turned into the young man in silver shirt again. He kept switching between human form and flying sword form. Obviously, he was on the verge of collapse and could be wiped out at any time.

"If you let me go, I can serve you for a thousand years." The young man in silver shirt begged bitterly.

Shi Yue ignored him. What a joke. In a thousand years, he could train a group of fusion monks, and he had no shortage of subordinates in the fusion period.

After five breaths, the young man in silver shirt finally turned into a flying sword with dim silver light. He couldn't even transform.

"Stop, stop quickly. I am willing to recognize you as my master. Don't wipe out my mind." The silver flying sword kept shaking, and the voice of the young man in silver shirt came out, and his tone was a hint of begging for mercy.

Shi Yue pretended not to hear and continued to refine the sword spirit. He surrendered only when he was about to die. If he didn't teach him a lesson, he would really think that Shi Yue cherished him.

The hilt of the silver flying sword bent down, and the panicked voice of the silver-shirted young man sounded again: "Daoyou, no, master, please spare me! I am willing to follow the master, and I will die for you."

Shi Yue retracted the spell, and the red-gold flame left the silver flying sword. The silver flying sword lit up more than a dozen silver runes and slowly turned into a silver-shirted young man.

The silver-shirted young man's face was bloodless, and his breath was weak, as if he would die at any time.

"I hope you can understand that going against me will not end well. I will not treat my own people badly, nor will I be polite to the enemy." Shi Yue said with a cold face, with murderous eyes.

The expression of the silver-shirted young man was a little complicated. After a while of uncertainty, he smiled bitterly and nodded.

"Sword spirit? This guy is useless. It's better to let me go and wait for me to recover my cultivation. Fusion cultivator? I can kill him at will." The Shadowless Saint also noticed the movement and looked disdainful.

His original body was a Mahayana cultivator in his lifetime. In his eyes, the Fusion stage is just an ant. It's not too easy to step on a group of ants.

Shi Yue showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said, "You stay here honestly. I said I won't kill you, but I didn't say I would let you go."

He opened his mouth and sprayed a ball of blood, and injected a series of mysterious spells. The blood turned into a mysterious blood rune and flew towards the silver-shirted young man.

The silver-shirted young man sighed, did not resist, and let the blood rune sink into his body.

Shi Yue was a little worried, and put down more than a dozen restrictions, and then it was over.

He put away Shi Yan and ordered: "Okay, you heal here now, I'll leave here first, I still have something important to do!"

He thought and appeared in the palm of the sky space, standing under the sacred tree.

Jin'er stood under the sacred tree, holding a thick book in her hand, she was recording the growth of the sacred tree.

Shi Yue saw this scene, nodded with satisfaction, took out the core of the Bodhi fruit, handed it to Jin'er, and ordered: "Jin'er, this is the core of the Bodhi fruit, take good care of it, you can comprehend the skills and supernatural powers under the Bodhi fruit tree in the future, which will be of great benefit to your cultivation."

Bodhi fruit can be taken raw, and Bodhi fruit trees can be used to comprehend skills and practice.

"Got it, master." Jin'er agreed without hesitation. She never compromised on Shi Yue's orders.

Shi Yue looked at the growth of the sacred tree and asked a few questions, and Jin'er answered truthfully.

Under Jin'er's careful care, the sacred tree grew well.

Shi Yue's mind moved, and he appeared in the training room.

He flipped his palm, and a beautiful jade box appeared in his hand. He opened the jade box and took out the blood phoenix fruit.

He wanted to go to the Black Luan clan to rescue his mother, so he had to have strong strength. The blood phoenix fruit could enhance his blood power. He planned to take the blood phoenix fruit to strengthen his own blood.

Shi Yue took a bite of the blood phoenix fruit, and the flesh melted in his mouth, turning into a hot air that rushed around in his body.

After eating the blood phoenix fruit, Shi Yue felt warm all over, as if he was in an erupting volcano.

Not long after, his facial features twisted, his body turned red, his blood vessels became thicker and bigger, his veins were exposed, and his whole body swelled up.

He felt like he was ignited by flames, the blood in his body boiled, and a sharp pain came from his sea of ​​consciousness.

Shi Yue looked up to the sky and howled, and a green light shone on his body. A layer of blood-colored flames appeared out of thin air, wrapping his body, and the green and red spiritual light intertwined.

A clear phoenix cry sounded, and a ten-foot-tall blue phoenix phantom suddenly appeared above his head. The blue phoenix phantom appeared in the sky, exuding an aura of looking down on the world, giving people a sense of sacredness and inviolability.

Shi Yan flew out from his sleeves, wrapped around his body, and the three-color spiritual light of blue, red and gold intertwined.

Shi Yue's blood vessels swelled more than twice, and it was clearly visible. His facial features were distorted, as if he was suffering from some kind of pain.

The phoenix cry was loud, and the blue phoenix spread its wings and flew around the room, blowing gusts of wind, and the prohibition flashed wildly.

Outside Linglong Palace, thirteen Wanjian Sect monks appeared in a narrow valley, and in the distance was a peak full of shining flying swords.

"Speed ​​up, we are almost there, and the sword spirit must not fall into the hands of that traitor." The young woman in the green skirt said coldly, with cold light in her eyes.

"Don't worry! The ancestor has set up many restrictions. Even if he knows where the sword spirit is, he can't find it here." A man in a yellow robe said disapprovingly.

Their auras rose sharply, and the thirteen people merged into one, like an extremely sharp flying sword, flying towards the outside of the valley at a very fast speed.

Not long after, they flew out of the valley, and a peak with a large number of flying swords appeared in front of them. Unlike what they imagined, the mountain was in a mess, and a lot of weeds were scattered on the ground, as if it had experienced a war.

"No, that traitor actually broke up. Chase him quickly, don't let him take the sword spirit away."

They rushed towards the mountain one after another, at a very fast speed, but as soon as they stepped into the mountain, the flying swords inserted in the ground suddenly came to life, flew up one after another, and shot towards them at a very fast speed.

They quickly sacrificed their flying swords to resist and repel these flying swords.

Three combined cultivators opened the way, plus ten refining cultivators, these flying swords naturally stopped them.

When they reached the middle of the mountain, they saw a majestic palace with golden bricks and glazed tiles appearing on the top of the mountain. The palace was shining with spiritual light, covered with mysterious runes, and the door was closed.

"What's going on? The ancestor didn't say there was a palace here." The young woman in the green skirt frowned, her eyes full of confusion.

Their spiritual senses were open, but they did not find any immortal cultivators.

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