Douluo: The junior sister of Jian Zong is a saint in Wuhun Hall

The moment Feng Qianyan's voice sounded, Ye Ling'an looked towards Feng Qianyan and said, "Let's start when you are here."

"We don't have much time left."

Ye Ling'an knew very well that she could not replace Feng Qianyan's role. Her martial spirit was not the Wind Sword, and what she did could only play a small role, unlike Feng Qianyan's.

"Follow my movements and I'll demonstrate it to you."

As soon as Ye Ling'an's voice fell, she continued to wave the sword, not giving Feng Qianyan any time to prepare.

Feng Qianyan summoned the wind sword and held the blue blade in her hand. She quickly followed Ye Ling'an's movements, and the two of them swung the sword in exactly the same way.

Ye Ling'an and Feng Qianyan's movements were consistent, and brilliant blue soul power appeared from their bodies, but the number of soul rings was different.

Feng Qianyan's talent is several times better than Feng Qianluo's. At least, there was no problem for Feng Qianluo to perform a move that was extremely difficult for Feng Qianluo. She did not feel any obstacle and could easily complete a complete set of sword techniques.

When they completed the last move, there was thunder in the sky, blue light pillars shot from the ground to the sky, and a terrifying atmosphere filled the surroundings.

The previously looming sword array has become a real thing, huge soul power has emerged, and the figures of several people in the blue light are invisible.

boom!

There was a shattering sound, spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground, and a crack appeared under their feet.

Ye Ling'an and Feng Qianyan looked at each other, and almost instantly, they worked together to calm the fluctuations on the ground.

The blue light dissipated, countless sword blades emerged from the blue sword formation, and large golden characters fell in their eyes.

The formation of blood inheritance should be sacrificed by blood; the path of the strong should be summoned by the strong; the path of talent should be sacrificed by talent; the path of the swordsman should be summoned by the heart of the sword.

A few lines of words fell clearly into their eyes, and Ye Ling'an's face became solemn. The so-called sacrifice means giving.

The simplest sacrifice is to sacrifice with blood.

She gave Feng Qianyan a look, and the latter immediately understood what she meant. She immediately stretched out her left hand, and the sharp sword cut her palm, and bright red blood flowed out. She quickly moved towards the statue, for The blood fell on the statue.

In just a few breaths, they had already guessed the answers to these sentences.

Bloodline, strong man, talent, swordsman, these can appear in the same person, which means that blood must be used to awaken the sword array.

Feng Qianyan's blood fell on the statue, which emitted a dazzling light and the top changed, revealing its true appearance.

However, halfway through it stopped moving.

Feng Qianyan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Feng Qianluo, "Aluo, go and give it a try."

She thought that she would use Feng Qianluo and her own blood to wake her up, right?

Feng Qianluo cut his palm without any hesitation and let the blood flow on the statue, but there was still no movement from the statue, making them instantly silent.

Ye Ling'an shook his head and carefully observed those few words, wondering if the path of a swordsman must be the wind sword?

Wouldn't it be possible to use a martial spirit that is more powerful than the Wind Sword?

The sword itself is a killing weapon. They have strong attack power as they master the sword spirit. The path of a swordsman does not necessarily only refer to a powerful sword spirit.

There were complicated emotions in her blue eyes, and she thought she could give it a try.

Because of the appearance of the sword array and Feng Qianluo's physical strength recovered, Ye Lingan did not support Feng Qianluo, so she cut her palm with the Hanying Divine Sword, and a little blue blood mixed with it fell on the statue.

Since the second awakening of Wuhun, Ye Ling'an's body has changed, and her blood is the most obvious.

There is a little blue in the red. This is not the color that humans should have, but it is the change brought about by her second awakening of the martial spirit.

Ye Ling'an was very calm about this change. Because she knew it was a matter of color difference.

Her own bloodline is mixed with the bloodline of the Witch Clan. The bloodline of the Witch Clan is divided into blue and purple, with purple being the most noble bloodline. The purer the purple, the purer the bloodline it inherits. Ye Ling'an's blue color is not only due to the second awakening of his martial soul, but also due to his own bloodline.

As soon as the blue blood was stained on the statue, it instantly emitted a dazzling light, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the vibrations from the ground were heard by everyone.

The river in front of them flows faster than before, and a huge blue secret realm appears in front of everyone.

"It seems that we guessed it right." Ye Ling'an's expression became serious.

From the moment the figure appeared in the secret realm, Ye Lingan felt the familiar sword energy. It seemed that Ning Xingcheng's sword energy came from the secret realm. This was something the ancestors of the Feng family did specifically, so that future generations could find this place and open the secret realm to start the trial.

The path to becoming a strong person is never single, it is not only reflected in the sword spirit of one person, but also in the sword hearts of others.

Sword heart, this thing is the most precious.

The sound of the wind suddenly became louder, the wind sword spirit floated in the air, and the blue figure came into everyone's eyes.

"Feng Wenhua, you Feng family are so brave, you actually embezzled the things left by your ancestors."

Feng Bailong's cold voice fell clearly on their ears, and his eyes fell on Ye Ling'an.

His words were actually meant for others to listen to. Both Feng Family and Fengjian Sect have now reached cooperation with Wuhun Palace and become a part of Wuhun Palace.

They won't do anything unless necessary.

"There are some things that don't need to be said." Ye Ling'an's cold voice sounded, her tone was extremely calm, "Since you are here, then come down."

Ye Ling'an didn't pay attention to the grievances between the Feng Family and the Feng Jian Sect, because it was a matter that they had to resolve internally and had nothing to do with her.

She is an outsider and has no need to participate in their feud. To put it bluntly, the grudge between them is too deep and cannot be resolved by her alone.

"Young Master is still sensible."

Feng Bailong immediately drove the wind sword to fall on the ground, looking at the blue secret realm with greedy eyes.

The moment he saw this secret realm, his martial soul was trembling. There was something attracting him here.

To be precise, this is the instinctive call of the Wind Sword Spirit.

After everyone from Fengjian Sect came down, the secret realm was completely opened. An old voice suddenly sounded.

"My descendants, after thousands of years, I see you again."

"Exactly what I expected."

"After ten thousand years, we, Fengjian, finally have hope. The child holding the Fengjian will definitely inherit my mantle and rectify Fengjian's name."

"When I became a god, I left this inheritance specifically for the Wind Sword Martial Spirit. I became a god with my thoughts, broke through the limits of human beings, and achieved the status of the Wind God. The god's status remains here, waiting for the appearance of the destined person. .”

His words undoubtedly shocked everyone, and then they began to get excited.

Who doesn’t want to be a god?