After transmigrating into Sword Spirit: The villain obediently comes to my bowl

Ayu, let's fight together. "Jinghong's voice sounded in Dongfang Yu's mind.

Dongfang Yu stretched out his hand and took the Jinghong Excalibur flying over. He gently held the Jinghong Sword with his hand, and said softly: "Jinghong, we will fight side by side."

From the moment Dongfang Yu grasped the Jinghong Sword, his aura changed drastically, but he only had his sword in his eyes, as if there was nothing else between heaven and earth...

The colorful Dongfang Yu glanced at it, and the colorful Jinghong disappeared. He withdrew his eyes indifferently, and watched Dongfang Yu's changes with some curiosity.

He looked at Dongfang Yu with a smile and said: "Human cultivator, no matter how hard you try, you can't beat me."

Dongfang Yu's black eyes looked at him coldly, the Jinghong Sword's spiritual power flickered, and a crescent moon and three dazzling stars condensed on the tip of the sword.

The Jinghong Excalibur used the three stars to chase the moon, but it was not comparable to the Hanxue Sword. The crescent moon shone with silvery white light and exuded a cold aura.

When the colorful Dongfang Yu saw this move again, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He thought it was a big move for a human cultivator to use?

"Human cultivator, are you exhausted? This move has already been used." His handsome face was full of mocking smiles.

The foil in his hand condensed the move of three stars chasing the moon, and the crescent moon and three stars went up to meet it just like last time.

Before the smile on his face dissipated, he was horrified to find that the crescent moon and stars he condensed were instantly shattered.

The crescent moon and the three stars wrapped in a cold light, penetrated his body instantly, and the place where the crescent moon penetrated was his heart.

His body began to disappear slowly, and he couldn't figure out why the same move was so powerful this time.

His eyes fell on the sword in Dongfang Yu's hand, and his eyes widened in disbelief. His last thought was, could it be because of the sword in his hand, a human cultivator?

Tens of thousands of years of waiting were ruined by a sword. What he said was true, if Dongfang Yu lost.

He will replace Dongfang Yu, but he didn't expect to be burned in the end and lost to a sword. From then on, he disappeared between heaven and earth, and Fengyun Continent has no more gods...

The sword of Jinghong flickered, and Jinghong appeared in front of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Ayu, we won."

Dongfang Yu stretched out his hands and looked at her tenderly, "Come here, let me hug you."

Jinghong took a step forward, threw himself into Dongfang Yu's arms, and hugged his thin waist tightly.

Dongfang Yu hugged Jinghong tightly, and whispered in her ear: "Jinghong, I have a feeling that what the flower demon said is true.

If I lose, he replaces me, and every time I get hurt, a petal appears in my mind, and when there are six petals, the flower starts to spin.

I felt strongly that what he said was true, and I started to slow down my attack speed. The flower demon seemed to have some kind of restriction and couldn't take the initiative to attack.

Fortunately, you are the smartest, and you turned into a terrifying sword, so we can hit the flower demon with one blow. "

His hand holding Jinghong still trembled a little. If there was no Jinghong, the flower demon would definitely win in the end after a long time. Now thinking about it, he is afraid.

Jinghong hugged him tightly, "Ayu, you'll be fine with me here."

The flower room shone with light, and began to shrink slowly, and then turned into a purple crabapple flower, shining with mysterious light.

Jinghong's beautiful eyes sparkled, looking at the floating crabapple flowers, he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said in surprise.

"Ayu, this crabapple flower is actually a magic weapon, you should bleed to recognize the owner."

Surprise flashed in Dongfang Yu's eyes, a drop of blood dripped from his white index finger, the Begonia flower absorbed the blood, and a purple light enveloped him, spinning continuously above his head.

Jinghong watched from the side, Dongfang Yu was accepting the inheritance, and sensed that there would be no danger.

She looked around and saw not far away under a crabapple tree, there was a table carved out of spirit crystals, and four chairs carved out of spirit crystals.

Her eyes were bright, her heart was beating fast, and she walked over quickly, talking to herself.

"Great work! The Lingjing stone is so precious that it is carved into tables and chairs. If A Yu sits on it to practice, his cultivation will not be so fast."

Sitting on the exquisite chair, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips, and the rich aura surrounded her, making her feel at ease.

There was an exquisite box on the table, the box exuded a faint spiritual power, Jing Hong gently opened the lid of the box, and inside was a notebook.

Reaching out to take the notebook in his hand, the tentacles are warm, I don't know who used what material to refine it.

On the exquisite notes, there are four flying and phoenix-like letters of the gods.

Jinghong's heart was beating excitedly, and she gently turned the first page, her beautiful eyes quickly swept across the diary, her eyes became brighter and brighter...

Half an hour later, Jinghong closed his diary, complex emotions flashed in his beautiful eyes, he didn't know whether to scold or be thankful.

What A Yu said before is true, and it is recorded in his notes that before his fall, the God of Formation spent his whole life refining the sky garden and made a big block in the inheritance channel.

If a human monk who accepts the test of inheritance loses to the illusioned formation god, he will be replaced by the formation god.

If the transformed god is defeated, his soul will dissipate between heaven and earth, without reincarnation.

In the Begonia Flower Artifact, the source of spiritual power of the God of Formation is sealed. Whether the God of Formation wins or the inheritor who has been tested wins, he can inherit the source of spiritual power and soar into the sky...

Suspended above Dongfang Yu's head, the purple crabapple flower gradually became smaller and merged into Dongfangyu's hand. On Dongfangyu's middle finger, there was a small purple crabapple flower imprint.

Dongfang Yu's cultivation has been rising steadily, breaking through in one fell swoop, the Mahayana period he dreamed of, and there is still a faint upward trend.

Dongfang Yu was not greedy, he suppressed his cultivation in the Mahayana period, and wanted to seal the source of spiritual power that he had not absorbed completely in his dantian.

In the sky above the hanging garden, Jieyun rolled towards the sky accompanied by thunderous thunder.

Jinghong watched with some concern, Dongfang Yu was still suppressing the mighty Jielei.

If at this time the tribulation and thunder of the Mahayana period strikes, A Yu is not prepared at all, and I don't know if he can get through it safely...

A transparent mask lit up in the hanging garden, and the tribulation thunder in the sky was like a headless fly, searching everywhere.

They didn't seem to find Dongfang Yu's figure, the robbery cloud was constantly gathering, and the purple lightning kept swimming in the robbery cloud, as if telling its anger.

The purple lightning condensed into a purple dragon, roaring in the robbery cloud, its eyes were full of angry flames.

Although he couldn't find Dongfang Yu's exact location and general direction, it could still sense it.

With a roar that shook the sky, it felt provoked, and the purple dragon condensed by lightning rushed down with its fangs and claws, and slammed on the transparent cover fiercely.

Zilong hit the transparent mask again and again, making loud bang bang until it slowly disappeared.

The transparent mask on the hanging garden shook violently, but showed no sign of breaking.

Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help sighing: "As expected of the formation god's handwriting, this protective formation is too heaven-defying, isn't it? It can even stop the thunder calamity.

The robbery cloud in the sky hovered for a stick of incense, but still did not find the target, and slowly dispersed unwillingly.