The state of mind is like a pool of stagnant water, without waves.

Ye Chen sat in the air, and a vast coercion permeated his body.

One zhang, two zhang, Ye Chen could feel the changes in his strength all the time.

Although these changes were somewhat insignificant, Ye Chen firmly believed that as long as the quantity accumulated to a certain extent, there would inevitably be qualitative changes.

The snow was falling in a row, and Ye Chen's whole person was covered with snow wool.

In the dead silence of the sword hall, only the sound of falling snow floc remained, rustling!

Until the end, Ye Chen's entire aura dissipated and merged into this layer of the sword hall.

In the sky above the peaks of the Jade Emperor, the undulating trend of the Jade Emperor also fell silent.

Feng Lei stroked his palms and smiled: "Stepping into the seventh-layer Sword Hall unharmed, Old Man Yu, do you think the fifth generation will go to the eighth-layer Sword Palace?"

"The divine power in the first seven layers of the sword hall is enough to make the five generations spend several years, and the fat man eats it slowly, not in one bite. Catching a glimpse of the smile on Feng Lei's face, the corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly.

"Tsk, the eighth layer of the Sword Palace, the five generations will go!" Feng Lei said with a smile.

In the Yijian Palace, the sea of clouds is changing rapidly.

Between the churning clouds and mist, a long rainbow tore apart the sea of clouds and broke through the sky.

With silver hair like frost, Yuemeng looked at the looming Sword Hall in front of him, his expression a little hesitant.

"The virtuous nephew is already here, why don't you come in and talk about it!" A deep voice slowly sounded in the depths of the Yijian Palace, echoing in Yuemeng's ears.

The clouds and mist receded to both sides, and a sword path appeared at the feet of Yuemeng.

At the end of the sword path is the Yijian Palace, and an inexplicable coercion permeates the Yijian Palace.

Looking along this sword path, Yuemeng knew that this was a path of no return, and if he stepped into the Yi Sword Palace, his fate would also change because of this.

"Wake up to the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beauty!" The intermittent chanting echoed in the Yijian Palace. This sentence seems to touch Yuemeng's heartstrings.

Yuemeng raised his head, looked at the Jade Emperor churning in the sky, clasped his hands, and muttered: "The Moon Clan has a god, the sun and moon god, the martial god, the Tiangang, the heaven and the earth!"

I couldn't help but think of a figure dressed in white. A look of unwillingness flashed in Yuemeng's eyes, "It's the same blood of the Moon God, why can you command the Martial God for nine days." And I, Yuemeng, can only let you play with it!"

Bang! The hesitant expression disappeared at this moment, and Yuemeng stepped out and landed on the sword path in one step.

"I Yuemeng is not willing to surrender to fate, and I am bound to soar above the nine heavens!" There was a determined look in Yuemeng's eyes.

Under the ancient pavilion, Haoyue held the wine glass in one hand. Shaking slightly.

It wasn't until Yuemeng's figure appeared that a smile appeared at the corner of Haoyue's mouth: "The fish is in the net!"

"I've seen Haoyue seniors!" Yuemeng arched his hand, neither humble nor arrogant.

Haoyue pointed to the vacant seat opposite and said, "Sit!"

Saluted, and Yuemeng sat down. Jian frowned slightly, and said, "Can the seniors show the way for the juniors?"

"There is nothing in this world that is not earned. If you want to pay, you have to pay a certain price!" Squinting her eyes, Haoyue played with the wine glass in her hand and said leisurely.

"The juniors know!" Yuemeng said without thinking: "The predecessors in the past once said that the juniors want to taste the cup of wine of Concubine Xuan, and there are three countermeasures, one of which is to advocate the return of the Jade Emperor Hall to the Sword God Gate. The second is to marry the concubine with the gift of the Yue clan, and the third is to awaken to the power of the world. Drunk and lying on the knees of beautiful women!"

"In the eyes of today's younger generations, one is the lower policy, the second is the middle policy, and the third is the best policy!"

"Yesterday, the juniors chose the middle policy, but now, the juniors want to choose the best policy, the Jade Emperor, the martial god, and the heaven and earth!"

"It's just that this road to the best strategy is more difficult to follow than the middle strategy, please Haoyue's seniors to guide you!" Yuemeng got up and bowed to Haoyue.

Haoyue's expression did not change, his eyes were still looking straight at the wine in the cup, he raised the wine glass, and after drinking it all in one gulp, Haoyue spoke: "Absolute strength can enjoy absolute rights, and the first level of martial arts is far from enough!"

Hearing this, Yuemeng's face changed slightly, obviously, Haoyue meant that his strength was not good.

"Virtuous nephew, please take a seat!" Haoyue poured a glass of wine for herself and Yuemeng, and chuckled: "But strength is also divided into many kinds, its own strength and external force!"

"External force?" Yuemeng Jian frowned slightly, and said bluntly: "Please speak up, senior!"

"The strength of the five generations, one comes from his own cultivation, and the other comes from the six sword corpses. Haoyue raised her wine glass and said meaningfully.

"Sword corpse!" Yuemeng's pupils shrank slightly, meeting Haoyue's gaze, he also knew the origin of this sword corpse very clearly, but the way of refining the sword corpse was extremely mysterious, "According to the words of the seniors, the juniors should also refine the sword corpse?"

"The six sword corpses of the five generations are extremely mysterious, with all due respect, even if the virtuous nephew goes to refine the sword corpse, the strength of the sword corpse will not be very powerful. Haoyue said leisurely, looking careless, it should be Yuemeng who should be anxious now, not him.

Jian frowned even deeper, Yuemeng knew that Haoyue must have a countermeasure, but he pretended to be careless, although he was angry in his heart, he had a respectful look on the surface: "Senior, what should the junior do." ”

Standing up, Haoyue raised her head and glanced meaningfully at the land of Beiqiu.

In the land of Beiqiu, there is incomparably dead silence, except that the rules of heaven and earth loom from time to time, and finally merge into heaven and earth.

Turning around, Haoyue walked towards the depths of the Yi Sword Palace, "The external force is not only a kind of sword corpse, there is also a kind of thing called inheritance, virtuous nephew, you might as well come with me." ”

The undulating clouds and mist surged in, instantly submerging Haoyue's figure.

Hearing this, Yuemeng hesitated for a moment, got up, and followed closely behind Haoyue.

The dense stairs went down the trend, and two brilliant sword rainbows crossed it, like falling stars, and the speed was extremely fast.

The further down it goes, the more chilly it gets.

Yuemeng followed closely behind Haoyue, his expression changed, this Yijian Hall was not as simple as it seemed, at least no one knew that the Yijian Hall would be so huge.

Suddenly, a pungent smell of blood permeated.

Haoyue in front of her suddenly stopped, "It's here!"

Yuemeng's right hand subconsciously held the sword weapon behind him, and his body fell to the ground lightly, clicking.

A strange sound sounded, and Yuemeng looked down, and his right foot stepped on a broken bone, which didn't know how long it had existed, indicating that a light appeared on it.

The white bones are piled up all around, and when you look at the past, you feel like you are in a sea of white bones.

"Where do these bones come from?" Yuemeng exhaled slightly, looking up at Haoyue.

Haoyue ignored Yuemeng and walked forward, "Come with me!"

Stepping up, Yuemeng followed behind Haoyue, and after stepping here, he felt a chill coming to him, and there was an eerie feeling.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the dead passage, and after walking hundreds of steps, Haoyue stopped again, raised her sword fingers, and pointed into the distance.

"Blood pool?" Looking in the direction that Haoyue was pointing, Yuemeng couldn't help but exclaim.

In the center of the white bones, a pool of scarlet blood appeared.

The pool of blood was a hundred feet large, and its bright red blood tumbled on it, sometimes bringing up blood bubbles.

And a bright silver light filled the sky above the blood pool, and Yuemeng looked up, and it was a silver moon phantom.

His gaze was like a torch, and when Yuemeng's gaze touched a corpse in the pool of blood, he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore, "Corpse?"

A decaying corpse floated on a pool of blood, unable to swallow the corpse even if the blood rolled, its face covered in a rusty armor, and its face was unrecognizable.

Bang bang! Yuemeng's figure suddenly retreated, his face turned pale, and he just glanced at the corpse, and a terrifying coercion appeared in his mind, impacting his mind.

"Whose corpse is this?" Yuemeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Haoyue.

I saw Haoyue's expression unusually solemn at this moment, and said: "The owner of this corpse was once a powerhouse in the martial arts world, a real powerhouse!"

"He has galloped on extraterritorial battlefields, and there are no less than 100 martial arts powerhouses with swords, including dozens of martial arts world powerhouses!"

"Virtuous nephew, now he is your external force!"

The sound of the blood bubble breaking was extremely harsh at this moment, and the energy contained in the pool of blood merged into the corpse.

"Do the seniors want the juniors to refine this corpse into a sword corpse?" Raising his head, Yuemeng said with some astonishment.