After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

In the midst of everyone's anxious attention.

With Chen Zun under control at all costs.

The sword embryo began to be shaped into fine details.

I don’t know how long it took.

Under Chen Zun's desperate control, the shaping has been completed.

Within the mysterious formation, a spiritual sword emitting purple light was suspended in mid-air.

A mixture of sharp sword intent and bone-deep chill emanated from the sword body.

Zheng!

A sword sound like the roar of a dragon or a phoenix came from the purple spiritual sword.

If it weren't for Chen Zun, in order to prevent the auspicious meaning when the sword was completed, he would have quietly set up a covering magic circle in the ice cave.

Just this sword cry can be heard thousands of miles away from the outside world.

But even so, above the ice abyss that Chen Zun couldn't see, there were dark clouds. As the sword was completed, the golden light in the dark clouds suddenly appeared and then slowly dispersed.

Shaping was finally successful!

This is how the peerless spiritual sword was born.

"Look, the sword is ready!"

The crowd suddenly exploded.

But when Zhao Lingyun saw the sword shape, her eyes shrank.

Everyone was unaware of the change in her expression. All attention was focused on the newly formed purple spirit sword, with envious and jealous eyes.

However, this sword looks more and more familiar, as if it has been seen somewhere.

Suddenly, someone said in an unconfident tone: "Isn't this the Blue Snow Sword of the Tianyuan Saint?"

This sentence made everyone focus on the Bixue Sword in Zhao Lingyun's hand.

After seeing it clearly and comparing it again, everyone took a breath of cold air.

"hiss!"

"It's really a blue snow sword, exactly the same."

"The demon master spared no expense and the spirit sword he forged turned out to be a blue snow sword!"

Everyone started discussing it in a lively manner.

However, someone noticed something was wrong and frowned and said: "No! Although the two swords are exactly the same in size, the spirit sword made by the Demon Lord is purple, while the Bi Xue sword of Tian Yuan Saint is completely snow white, and there are stains on the Jade Blood sword. The word "Bixue" is enough to distinguish them."

These words reminded everyone.

Someone speculated: "Could it be a similarity, just a coincidence? After all, the flying swords commonly used by monks like us are almost the same in shape and size."

This explanation is obviously a bit childish.

Someone retorted: "It's too far-fetched. There are many similar things in this world, but the Bi Xue sword and the spirit sword forged by the Demon Lord are the same except for the color. The word Bi Xue can be engraved on the back."

"The materials are different, so the colors are naturally different. They are obviously two spirit swords made of different materials. Don't force an explanation."

"Ah……"

The two men quarreled over this issue.

Just as the two people were arguing, Ji Yanwu in the mirror moved her eyes away from the Bixue sword in Zhao Lingyun's hand.

Only then did she return her gaze to Chen Zun. Suddenly she looked away and shouted loudly: "No, what's wrong with him!"

This shout caused everyone outside the mirror to stop arguing instantly and return their eyes to Chen Zun.

Chen Zun's mouth was bleeding and his eyes were red.

He looked at the purple spiritual sword. Before he could check it, his eyes suddenly turned black, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground and passed out.

"elder brother!"

Zhao Lingyun was anxious. She walked over to help Chen Zun up, but she only found a shadow in her hand.

In her panic, she forgot that everything she had now was just Shui Yue Jing simulating the memory of that time.

Shen Ruoyan hugged the real Chen Zun tightly, watching Zhao Lingyun rush towards the shadow, and smiled coldly.

The woman was just pretending to show concern.

What are you doing to push Xuying? The real Chen Zun is in his arms!

wrong!

Even if these five women want to come over now, Shen Ruoyan will never let them meet Chen Zun.

Thinking of this, Shen Ruoyan looked at Zhao Lingyun warily, fearing that she would pounce here.

Qingqiu Ya'er also laughed and said sarcastically: "I'm worried about what he will do, and he can't die. It would be best if he died, but it's a pity."

This Zhao Lingyun is really embarrassing. He panics over and over again and doesn't look like a Mahayana monk at all.

If it were her, no matter what the Demon Lord did, she would never be like this.

If she is like Zhao Lingyun in the future, her name will be written backwards.

Zhao Lingyun pretended not to see the ridicule on Qingqiu Ya'er's face. She lay beside Chen Zun's shadow and asked anxiously: "Brother, what's wrong with him?"

Ge Moshi had a lot of experience and said: "The Demon Lord has experienced so many days of suffering. He is exhausted physically and mentally, and his spiritual power and consciousness are exhausted. He is already at the end of his strong bow. The moment the sword is completed, he will faint when he relaxes. It’s over.”

Zhao Lingyun had a worried look on her face and said, "Will my brother be okay?"

This sentence made Ge Mo temporarily unable to answer.

He could only say vaguely: "It's hard to say. The demon lord must have been traumatized, but it will not affect his ability to achieve Mahayana perfection later."

Zhao Lingyun felt slightly relieved.

She didn't notice at all that the blue snow sword in her hand flashed.

Just when Chen Zun passed out, the demonic energy in his body rose and he transformed into a nine-tailed demon fox that was half human and half demon.

It seemed that he had noticed that his body was damaged, and the drop of the nine-tailed fox's holy blood that had been integrated into Chen Zun's bloodline took effect, silently healing his body.

The purple spiritual sword in the mysterious formation was flying up and down, trying to break through the formation and come out to Chen Zun.

But the black iron bar hanging on Chen Zun's waist flashed with golden light, seeming to be a warning but also dissatisfaction, exuding a vast sword intent.

The purple spirit sword was so frightened that he did not dare to come over, so he could only stay in the mysterious formation.

When everyone saw this scene, it was really interesting.

It's amazing that Jun Zijian looks a little bit dissatisfied.

But everyone also breathed a sigh of relief.

How could I forget this time? Chen Zun's body was filled with a drop of the holy blood of the Nine-tailed Sky Fox, as well as the Yin and Yang Heart Sutra of the Immortal Family. With such a small injury, he could just repair it and it would be back to the original state.

Another few days passed.

Chen Zun woke up.

He immediately looked at the purple spirit sword in the mysterious formation. After heaving a sigh of relief, he realized that he had entered the half-demon state again.

After looking inside, his spiritual power recovered a lot, and even the sea of ​​consciousness repaired the damage under the operation of the Yin and Yang Heart Meridian.

He couldn't help but sigh. With these two things in his body now, as long as he didn't die, no matter how serious the injury was, he could heal. It was really difficult to kill him.

Chen Zun dispelled his half-demon state and returned to his human form.

He took a pill, stood up, and stared at the purple spiritual sword.

Something stirred in my heart.

A clang!

The purple spiritual sword emerged from the mysterious formation, and Chen Zun reached out to grab it.

He looked at it carefully.

The purple sword body was as light and thin as a cicada's wing, shining brightly, with spiritual patterns swimming around, and three inches of sword light spitting out from the tip of the sword.

He waved casually.

A purple sword light struck the ice wall.

There was a bang.

Ice shards flying.

A sword mark half a finger deep was left on the ice wall.