Novels that are not written clearly are fools!

Qingshimeng.

"Report—Hongji sent Daoist Qing Falcon to arrive!"

"Green Master Tu Dou of the Green Sword Sect has arrived!"

"Baihuamen Baicai Fairy has arrived!"

"Master Fanqi of Tuokun Temple is here!"

……

At the entrance of the main hall, the names of those who came out were continuously reported, and groups of people walked towards the hall,

There is a righteous Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face, beautiful women and girls in plain clothes, and monks who hold Buddhist beads and put their hands together. All kinds of people are walking towards the hall of Qingshimeng.

These people are all well-known monks, and their strength is also among the best. Now they are gathered together only because of an invitation from one person.

The leader of the Qingshi League, Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan is also a legendary figure. He was an ordinary person in a small world. He was once brought to this big world by the Ascension Gate. He happened to meet a Sanxian who roamed about and cultivated in secret. The Sanxian saw that he had a spirit. He helped him step into the path of practice, and then this Wu Yuan also worked hard, practiced hard, and began to roam about. Because he had no family and sect, and suffered all kinds of humiliation, he wanted to build a place that could provide shelter for casual practitioners .

That is the current Qingshimeng.

Loose cultivators joined in one after another, and there were many strong ones. As a result, the power of the Qingshimeng became stronger and stronger, and Wu Yuan's prestige became higher and higher.

Even if some top sects look down on Qingshimeng, they are a minority after all, and most sects still have to sell some face to Qingshimeng.

Now Wu Yuan invites all the sects to discuss important matters.

"Thank you all for giving me some face, I will definitely remember it in Qingshimeng." Wu Yuan has a strong body, a bushy beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is not angry.

Hearing Wu Yuan's remarks, people from various factions at the banquet said "President Wu is polite."

For a while, the scene was enjoyable.

"The main reason for inviting you to our Qingshimeng this time," Wu Yuan's face became gloomy, "Since 20 years ago, there have been more and more demons in the big world, and they have become more and more hostile to all factions. The losses caused are getting bigger and bigger, from the devils in the alchemy stage at the beginning to the devils and monsters in the Mahayana stage now, this continent is going to be in chaos." Wu Yuan sighed deeply after finishing speaking tone,

The atmosphere in the entire hall is also full of dignity.

"A few days ago, people in my Qingshi League met Moxie, captured a Nascent Soul alive, and interrogated him. Only then did I know that there was a big conspiracy." Wu Yuan clapped his hands, and a person behind him took out a A jade slip, Wu Yuan input spiritual energy into it, and a projection reflected it,

A young man with dark hair reaching his hips, a calm expression, and a handsome face. The young man was dressed in plain clothes, with a sword behind his back.

Elegant and refined, not terrestrial.

The people under the banquet looked at this boy, not knowing what Wu Yuan meant,

"They were ordered to find a person, and this is the person." Wu Yuan explained, "I'm afraid this person is not simple. I don't know why, but it took so many demons 20 years to find a person."

"Mr. Wu, what do you mean?" Someone spoke up, and then the others echoed,

Wu Yuan waved his hand, the projection disappeared, and said: "The person Mo Nie is looking for must be my decent person, even if he is not, Mo Nie is so fancy, he must have something that Mo Nie wants, how can I let them succeed, so I I would like to invite you to cooperate with our Qingshimeng to find this person, what do you think?" Wu Yuan cupped his fists and looked at several people in the seat.

"Mr. Wu, do you know more about this person?" Someone asked during the meeting,

"I don't know, that evildoer doesn't know either, I just know that he is a sword repairer and can't speak." Wu Yuan recalled,

"Mr. Wu, what about the devil?"

"He died after he finished speaking. It seems that he was under some kind of restriction, and according to him, those evil spirits of the Mahayana period also came by order, and they can order the monks of the Mahayana period..." Wu Yuan did not say anything after that. Said it, but the people below understood what he meant.

"Leader Wu...how can we compete against that?"

"That's why Wu asked everyone to help. Besides, those existences are not so easy to cross the space barrier. If they can easily step in, why would they send so many demons to die?" Wu Yuan's words are justified, People from these various sects are also considering whether to agree, after all, this may become the primary target of the demon cultivator.

"My Hongji faction agrees!" The head of the Hongji faction, Master Qing Falcon, was the first to speak out, "Everyone, we have been fighting the demon cultivators forever, why should we be afraid of them!" And let some people make up their minds,

Immediately, the voices of agreement came one after another,

"We agreed too!"

"Baihuamen will definitely not stay out of it!"

……

Wu Yuan then clasped his fist again,

"Ms. Wu thanked everyone in advance! When I find this person, I will thank you very much!" Wu Yuan lowered his head, a flash of light flashed across his eyes, then raised his head without any change.

"I'll send someone to record the projection on the jade slips for you to find easily." Wu Yuan gave instructions to the people behind him, waved his hands, picked up a wine glass, and raised it up, "Everyone, don't be restrained, I'm here All the food and drinks of the World League have the effect of boosting one's cultivation, and they are all made of spirit grass and spirit beasts, let me, Wu, drink as much as I can as a landlord!" After speaking, he drank it all in one gulp, and the people below were also disturbed , drank up.

It was really a banquet.

Ye Jiuqi slowly opened his eyes.

A pure black sword covered with a layer of faint golden light hung in front of his chest. The length of the sword was 1.1 meters, and the hilt was [-] centimeters.

Longer than normal swords.

Ye Jiuqi slashed open his wrist and poured blood into it continuously until the blood soaked the blade. Ye Jiuqi's face turned pale due to the massive blood loss.

Then he quickly tapped the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and at the same time he pinched his hands and pointed at the black sword soaked in blood. A domineering momentum surged from his fingertips and rushed straight to the black sword. It started to vibrate, and the blood became less and less, as if it had been absorbed, and the sword intent of Heijin poured in continuously from the fingertips, and the black sword began to struggle, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the sword intent, Ye Jiuqi's expression became more and more serious. pale,

But he gritted his teeth without any slack.

This is the last step in casting a sword, using blood and its own power to make it completely surrender to itself.

Originally, this was very easy for ordinary sword cultivators. It only needed a little blood and a little symbolic power, and the sword would obey obediently. However, because Ye Jiuqi used high-grade materials, which far surpassed his cultivation, this caused this Even if the sword is his sword, he still has no way to control it. He can only use such continuous suppression. If it fails, his hundred years of making swords will be in vain.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Jiuqi felt that his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and a "ding" sound relieved his pressure greatly.

It finally worked.

The spiritual power in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul was also consumed seven or eighty-eight.

It's just because his sword intent and spiritual power have already been combined into one. If the output of sword intent is like his, the consumption of mental power will be beyond imagination.

Mental failure can lead directly to cerebral palsy.

Ye Jiuqi held the sword, and the feeling of being connected by blood made him not want to let go of the sword again.

Looking carefully, the whole body is black, but it has a sense of transparency. A thin line of dark gold spreads straight to four-fifths of the center of the sword body, and a pale golden light lingers around the sword body.

Ye Jiuqi suddenly thought of a sentence - high-end atmosphere is high-grade, low-key luxury has connotations.

I am a little embarrassed to praise myself so much_(_^_)_

With a thought in Ye Jiuqi's mind, the sword disappeared in his hand. At the same time, in the dantian, below Yuan Ying, a pure black sword appeared, as if suppressing all delusions.

Ye Jiuqi got up and pushed open the door.

He actually stayed in one place for 100 years! I'll go!

Cultivation has no time... This is really true qwq

He is old now ←_←

This is really... qwq

Ye Jiuqi's sword casting was different from others, because of his completely conflicting spiritual roots of one fire and one water, he couldn't use any element.

So he is completely polished by sword intent.

In the past 100 years, he has continuously used his sword intent to polish the materials and top-level materials of the fairy world, and his mastery of the sword intent has improved a lot. Therefore, his cultivation base is also improving, and at the same time, his natal sword His sword intent was fused in it, that is, the golden light wrapped around the sword body, and the whole body black.

When Ye Jiuqi saw it turn black for the first time, he felt a sense of cheating.

What is the déjà vu feeling of throwing different clothes into the washing machine and then fading, and the light-colored clothes being dyed by the dark-colored clothes.

Ye Jiuqi felt that he should calm down.

The world seems to have always been filled with malice.

Fortunately, the final finished product is not bad, otherwise he must go back to the furnace and rebuild qwq

Walking out of the Sky Palace, Ye Jiuqi saw a person.

The man looked at him.

It's Yesheng.

Ye Jiuqi was surprised by her calmness.

This feeling of seeing another person for granted has never been felt before.

[The sword is finished. 〕Write it in the air with his hand, because he has the natal magic weapon, he no longer carries a sword on his back.

"Congratulations, Qi'er." Ye Sheng walked forward with a faint smile, and hugged Ye Jiuqi into his arms, "I haven't seen you in a hundred years, I miss you very much."

Ye Jiuqi didn't push him away.

Because he didn't know why, he also had the same idea in his heart.

Ye Sheng, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, I miss you a little.

Really only a little bit.

Ye Jiuqi was led back to the Chaos Palace by Ye Sheng.

Ye Jiuqi was in a daze.

Or rather he was frightened by himself.

Fuck, I just said that the one who thinks about Boss must be because he is insane qwq

What do rough guys have to think about, they must be brothers!

That’s right, a good brother is not a good friend qwq

He's straight, straight, straight... right?

Although the Boss looks really super-level, he is two blocks away from him, but she is not a girl qwq

And judging from the current force value and body shape, if they are together, he must be the one below. Don't ask him how he knows, anyway, he knows that the one below will be very miserable. This kind of thing is inferior to others!

Ah bah, they can't be together←_←

The boss and the protagonist are together, is this falling in love and killing each other?It's so bloody, okay qwq

"Qi'er, can you show me your face?"

Ye Sheng's words interrupted Ye Jiuqi, who was about to go crazy,

Ye Jiuqi's eyes were full of vigilance, and she silently said "They are brothers." At the same time, she took out her sword.

Ye Sheng looked at the sword, nodded,

"One step away, he's about to open his mind."

[Intellect? 〕Forgive Ye Jiuqi for his ignorance, his master has already left before handing him these things, so he belongs to complete self-exploration.

"It means that the aura on this sword is enough to conceive the sword spirit. With the sword spirit, your sword is truly complete."

"What's its name?" Pointing at the sword, Ye Sheng looked at Ye Jiuqi.

Ye Jiuqi froze...fuck it, he forgot to name it! ! !

Seeing his unnatural expression, Ye Sheng guessed it instantly. The natal weapon that was cast had to be named by the master within half an hour after it completed the contract.

"Use your spiritual sense to communicate with him and find out his name." Ye Sheng felt powerless towards Ye Jiuqi for the first time.

This kind of thing will be forgotten, how did this kid cultivate until now?

Ye Jiuqi closed his eyes, his spiritual sense penetrated into the sword,

He feels that he is the god of death now, and he wants to call Zanpakuto.

Well, shouldn't I think of some cool liberation language?

The author has something to say: I'm sorry everyone, because of various exams recently, the update is very unstable qwq I'm sorry, I will work hard to update qwq

There are probably a few more chapters left, Xiao Yezi will go back to Jiuyuan Jianmen ⊙▽⊙ and then I will try to update it~ I may double update this weekend, if I don’t pass the exam on Thursday and Friday⊙▽⊙

PS: Look carefully at the four names at the beginning of this chapter, you may find surprises (fast enough!)