take care of yourself

Even if no one pays attention to it, Jiusu Sword can still play with the gray fog with a sword, and it is very enjoyable. After Ying Yao closed his eyes again, it was not satisfied with cutting the gray fog into the shape he wanted. , then secretly hooked away another strand of spiritual power, pinched out a villain with a sword in front of the gray mist tiger, and controlled them to fight back and forth.

Thanks to Jianxiu's rich storybook storage in his mind, Jiusujian made up several storybook stories with twists and turns, and wielded his sword tassel to manipulate Yingyao's two wisps of spiritual power to knead the gray mist into various shapes and create them in his heart. Secretly dubbed: "Wow! Whoa! Whoa!"

Compiling the storybook can really pass the time, but there are no other living things in the gray fog except Ying Yao and his sword, and Jiusu Sword lacks an audience to applaud his performance. After playing silently for a month, he finally lost interest. Returning the exhausted spiritual power to the "bed board", the sword hangs down lazily, carrying Ying Yao with the ups and downs of the gray mist.

The ups and downs of the gray mist are very gentle, almost moving forward by one foot a day. This kind of ups and downs is not surprising to the sword master who has been thoroughly involved in the long test. Ying Yao didn't realize that his sword was idle and flustered at all. In the end, Jisujian thought it was boring, so he stopped listlessly.

In the past, Yingyao would put the sword spirit back into the sea of ​​consciousness in retreat, and there would usually be a lot of polished and newborn sword intents in the sea of ​​consciousness, enough for him to fiddle with for two or three years, but now Yingyao is alone, it has to Watching the situation outside just in case, I can't stay in the sea of ​​consciousness, and I don't have anything interesting to accompany it, so I can only suffer boredom.

Three months later, Ying Yao's bones all over his body cracked twice, and his chapped skin that hadn't been in water for a long time was rejuvenated. It opened the slightly empty meridians of Jianxiu and helped him pass the final hurdle.

Ying Yao slowly retracted his skills, opened his eyes and looked at the humming sword of salvation, thought for a while in a daze, put away the spirit-gathering array and simple protection laid down, and dispersed the spiritual power that formed the "bed board" , rescued the Jiusu sword from under his body, and then found a pack of cold rabbits in the mustard ring.

The sword cultivator who fell into the long exam doesn't know how old he is. His memory of the Jiusu Sword basically stays in the fact that it cuts the gray mist into a rabbit shape. Seeing his movements, the Jiusujian excitedly leans up to him and smells it. The spicy smell radiated from the oiled paper bag, and then he sneezed, and dropped the flicking sword tassel in frustration.

"It's all spicy!" Jiu Sujian complained a little unhappy, "I like sweet things."

Ying Yao felt that he owed it a little by leaving the World-Saving Sword outside to practice alone. For the time being, he didn't care about looking inside himself to see what had changed after he was promoted. A box of pea yellows was held up to the edge of the sword.

After sniffing the Jiusu Sword contentedly for a while, the body of the sword hummed and trembled, and it seemed that the whole body was full of satisfaction after eating.

Ying Yao put the sword back into the scabbard, lowered his eyes slightly to inspect himself, and after a while, Jiusu Jian hiccupped and plunged into Ying Yao's sea of ​​consciousness, looking at the empty consciousness that only had sporadic sword intentions left. Hai was lost in thought.

The pea yellow that had been smelled by the sword spirit slowly lost its color, and then Ying Yao felt light in his hands, and the snacks in the box had turned into residues. Know the sword spirit in the sea.

Jiusujian stared blankly at the rare sword intent for a while, then swung the hilt as if he had found something to do before Ying Yao grabbed it, and happily swam into the new sword intent when he was promoted, swimming like a fish Shaking his head and wagging his tail, he touched left and right, picked out the one he liked, and polished it twice on his own initiative.

Ying Yao's primordial spirit didn't have time to catch it, and stood dumbfounded at its sudden effort while standing behind the Jisu sword.

After polishing the Jiusu Sword for a while, it realized something was wrong, it stopped slowly, flew out of the sword intent and threw it into Ying Yao's arms, sighing, "I'm so bored to death."

Ying Yao laughed: "I see you are having a good time."

While wrestling with his own sword, the sword cultivator looked inside his body, and finally moved his mind out of the sea of ​​consciousness and pinched his upper arm, feeling the tougher flesh body. He politely held the Jiusu Sword in his arms and rubbed its hilt.

"I think the Sea of ​​Consciousness seems to be a little bigger," Jiu Sujian said belatedly, "How does it feel to be promoted this time?"

After Ying Yao finished examining the body, he lifted up his robe and removed the bandage on his belly. The wound hadn't fully healed yet, and the color of the newly formed granulation was extremely pink, and the sutures worn in the flesh were a bit ugly against the background. The Salvation Sword followed After taking a look, he flew out of the scabbard very attentively, and deftly picked all the stitches.

The skin and flesh have almost grown together, there is no need for sutures to be involved, Ying Yao pulled out the broken thread and rolled it into a small fur ball, then dug out the ointment used before and applied it on the scar, and threw it together with the unnecessary cloth strips Back to the mustard ring.

"I think you need to tidy up this mustard ring when you go back," Jiu Sujian couldn't help muttering again, "How many waste products have you thrown into it?"

Ying Yao didn't pay attention to Jisujian's broken thoughts, he tidied himself up again, stretched his muscles and bones, stuffed the sword spirit of Jisujian back into the sea of ​​consciousness and let it play with the sword intent, and once again faced the void in the gray mist fly away.

The sword cultivator flew at a very fast speed with all his strength on the sword, and the distance of more than a hundred miles was reached in just a moment. After he could see the shape of the steeple of the house in the gray mist, he slowed down, released his spiritual sense to observe for a while, and cautiously Landing on a trail extending into the gray mist, he once again held the Salvation Sword in his hand.

The moment he stepped on the path, the gray fog had disappeared. Ying Yao turned his head to look, and found that the path he had come from had completely disappeared, and he could only see a deep ravine and the silent ruins behind it. This scene looked familiar. He recalled for a moment, and remembered that behind him was the scene of the outer layer of Tongtian seen in front of the wall full of light spots before entering the inner layer of Tongtian.

The outer layer of Tongtian was torn apart by Chu Xiang and Chu Hang, and each took half of it. Chu Hang made his "Xanadu" outside Xixue Mountain. Chu Xiang didn't know where to put it. Obviously, it should be Tongtian here. The real inner layer of the environment, Ying Yao turned back and stood at the spot for a while, then walked forward.

The divine sense wants to be as imperceptible here as it was in the crystal room, but Jianxiu intuitively feels that there is no danger here. As he walked, he couldn't help but think of his adventure to pass through the "bubble" with the claws of dace carp. "The man with the lamp I saw at the time.

He thinks he doesn't have such a rich imagination, so he doesn't feel that what he sees is fake, which probably means that the master of Tongtian Realm left a puppet in the inner layer, or he himself is still in the inner layer. The two of Hang have entered the inner layer of Tongtian, so if there are "people" staying here, it should mean that there is something in the inner layer that has not been taken away.

Ying Yao didn't know much about Tongtian Realm, so he pondered for a while without a clue, and then remembered the problem of the Crystal House.

Judging from Jianxiu's own judgment, Prime Minister Chu's "Changzhi" way is more important to monks. Although Chu Hang's "Changzhi" way does not seem to be serious, but from the perspective of means, it should be more inclined to protect mortals. It also hinted that he had to choose one of Miefan Miexian, which could never be a coincidence.

Ying Yao murmured to himself: "So I can still come in because the Heaven-reaching Realm has not yet achieved its goal? Miemortal and Immortal choose one of the two. What's the difference between this and asking people to die from the world? I'm stupid. select."

"Good idea!" Ying Yao burst into applause as soon as he finished speaking, and then turned into a peaceful one, "You really dare to guess as a swordsman."

Ying Yao subconsciously drew out the Jiusu sword, but before the Jiusu sword was drawn halfway, Ying Yao felt a gentle but irresistible push from his elbow, and gently pushed his half-unsheathed sword back .

Jianxiu was strangely unable to resist. He frowned and lowered his arms, and heard the voice say again: "I thought it was another pair of Chu brothers who barged in, but unfortunately you are a little more transparent than that Chuhang. But he is much worse than Chu Xiang."

It seemed a little strange to use the relationship between Chu Xiang and Chu Hang to compare him and Zhuo Yuanshan, but then the voice disappeared, and Ying Yao walked towards the palace along the path non-stop as if driven by something. No time to think about the connection.

Half a moment later, Yingyao walked up to a grand square in front of the temple, and then he could control his body and stop.

"I don't think you can do this during the Tribulation Transcendence Period," Jiusujian said quietly, "Could it be the ability of an immortal?"

"Then he should be able to hear what you said to me," Ying Yao put his hand on the hilt of the sword again, and the sword in his hand seemed to make him feel a little more at ease, so he added calmly, "I think may be."

The palace seems to be nearly a hundred feet high, and the width of the square is equivalent to its height. There is a frameless plaque with gold characters on a black background, and the inscription "Under the Heavy Cloud" is written in three powerful characters. A little corner door was ajar, as if to suggest that he should go in there.

Ying Yaozai looked carefully at the decoration of the entire palace and square, and for some reason, he sighed in disappointment.

"I always feel that things in the fairy world should be different from ordinary things." He didn't deliberately suppress his voice, "but it seems that there is not much difference except for the material?"

This focus is actually a bit unusual, but who made it a "worldly" Taoist swordsman to set foot here?

Although the Taoist monks who "entered the world" have not ascended many times, they are all a bit strange and quite defensive. Their "always have their own ideas" are also well-known in the fairy world. The figures sitting in the palace under the heavy clouds I had no choice but to sigh as usual, ignored Ying Yao's question, and threatened him unceremoniously.

"The one who was taken away from the crystal room is not dead yet. If you agree with me, I'll help you make him die. If you don't answer me, I have no choice but to find a way to help him fill the sea of ​​consciousness and support him to do things for me." Palace The people inside said, "You can enter the inner layer by yourself, I can't kill you, so I will give you a seal of Tongtian, you take it and fly up."