Watching the Qianqiu Sect Master leave the Sword Cave, Liangchen tasted some of the feelings of the battle of the Divine Soul just now, and after thinking about it, his eyes seemed to have something to gain.

Thinking of the strange state of the night, his eyes darkened, but he was a little helpless.

It would rather fight for that chance of dying than be a spirit pet again, which he didn't expect.

It's just that I don't know who this beast is, who is its name, and why it is so unruly and arrogant!

If you meet a ruthless master, you will definitely consider using some other means to force him to surrender, but Liangchen is kind in nature, plus he has experienced several life and death over the years, and the night has saved him from danger several times, so whether it is casting a spell to make it obey, or seeing it die and die on the Soul Breaking Festival, it is not what Liangchen wants to see.

"It's okay!

After a moment, Liangchen shook his head with a wry smile.

After his heart was calm, he sat down cross-legged and continued to cultivate.

I saw that the thousands of swords in the sword cave exuded a trace of sword intent, circling around Liangchen along a specific trajectory.

In this array, the light flickered, the sword intent swallowed, and it became quiet again.

Two days later.

Liangchen's waist lit up slightly.

He collected his sword intent, stopped spitting, and walked slowly outside.

Only then did he get out of the Sword Ancestor Sword Cave, but he turned his head and walked towards the Shocking Sword Cave next to him, which emitted a faint glow.

"Dongxi Sword See Senior Uncle!" Liangchen arrived at the door of the Sword Cave and immediately bowed down to say goodbye.

"Come in. A faint voice came.

Liangchen stepped in when he heard the sound, but when he saw that there were seven faint lights of different colors in the depths of the sword cave, flickering and dimming.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be seven small swords like colored beads in the dark room, blooming with a faint glow.

Seeing Liangchen enter, the seven swords flickered lightly to form a sword. The sword is like a rainbow, sometimes blue, sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes red....... Between the flow of light, a figure in colorful clothes appeared, which was the fairy who had been recuperating in the sword cave after being seriously injured.

"I don't know what Uncle Shi commands?" asked Liangchen in a low voice. Just now, I received a message from Senior Brother Qianqiu, saying that Uncle Jinghong wanted to see him, and he should have something to explain.

"I heard that Heavenly Sword Mountain has collapsed?" After a long time, the Fairy said softly.

"Uncle Qiyu, when the younger generation and the Boundless Ancestor arrived, Tianjian Mountain had been attacked by the Demon Sect, and the mountain was destroyed, and there were less than one survivor in ten. Liangchen replied truthfully.

"Xuankun, that kid is also .....?" the fairy wanted to speak and stopped.

"Sect Master Xuankun and Tianjian Mountain lived and died together, and they have also fallen by sword. Liangchen replied again.

"Alas~!"

A heavy sigh came, followed by a dozen breaths of silence.

"If you let Senior Brother know about the situation in Heavenly Sword Mountain, I'm afraid he won't want to come back. The fairy muttered to herself, then raised her head and commanded:

"This time, you go to invite Uncle Hidden Dragon, remember not to reveal the death of Xuankun in Heavenly Sword Mountain, after he comes to the Sword Cave, I will tell him. ”

"This ..... If Uncle Zanglong asks, I...."Liangchen said with some embarrassment.

"You just say you don't know, and you can do the rest. The fairy frowned slightly, and looked a little tired.

"You take this sorrow-slashing flower to see Senior Sister Linyun, inform her that all the worry-slaying disciples will return to Wanren Mountain, and bring back those hidden swords with you. The fairy said and took out a slender flower like a crystal, raised his hand slightly, and the flower spun and flew up, and gently fell into Liangchen's hand.

"Yes!" Liangchen took the sorrow flower, and was about to put it away, when the crystal flower suddenly turned into a puddle of water droplets and melted into Liangchen's palm, and when he looked at it again, a looming ice flower was imprinted in the center of his palm.

Liangchen was startled, and was about to make a move, when a voice came from his ears again:

"Don't panic, just urge with sword intent when the time comes, and the sorrow flower will fly out naturally. Moreover, this flower is transformed by the sword intent, and it is also very beneficial to you to comprehend it carefully along the way. "Fairy Fairy.

"Uncle Xie!" Liangchen immediately thanked him when he heard this.

"No need to do this, the Sword Sect needs you too much in the future...."The Amazing Fairy said, as if she thought of the predicament in the future, her face was even more tired, and she waved her hand gently: "You go down." ”

"The juniors said goodbye. Seeing this, Liangchen didn't say much, and bowed and retreated.

Watching Liangchen's back disappear into the sword cave, the Amazing Fairy showed appreciation: "Senior brother is really like a torch, and he can receive such a one-in-a-ten apprentice..... With such eyes, how can you not see through my mind..."

"Alas~!"

A sigh echoed leisurely in the sword cave.

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Qingzhou.

A fine smoke floats in the clouds, sometimes accompanied by birds across the sky, sometimes with the wind for hundreds of miles, although the smoke is light, but in the wind condensed and not dispersed, but in the torrential rain meandering and sliding, like a cloud belt across the mountains and rivers, breaking through the storm and wind, towards the junction of Zhongzhou and the Southern Wilderness.

A dozen days later, the cloud belt slowed down in front of a steep cliff surrounded by clouds.

The mountain cliff stretches for hundreds of miles, smooth as a wall, almost can distinguish people, the cliff is full of wisps of weeping clouds falling from the sky, as if the white clouds are drunk, falling from the nine heavens crookedly.

Under the cliff is a rolling red river, the red river rushes and roars, and on the opposite bank is an endless wasteland.

The cloud floated, stopped and walked, and finally landed on an ancient pine.

A vague figure appeared on the long branch, and it was the good day when he had been running for more than half a month.

Looking at the cliff in front of him, a sword intent poured into the palm of Liangchen Zhihai, and a burst of dazzling blooms, and the faint transparent sorrow-cutting flower seemed to wake up, slowly poking out the flower, and then a spin flew out of the palm.

The flowers flutter on the ancient pine, sprinkling crystal-like transparent water droplets, and as soon as the water droplets fall on the ancient pine, the verdant ancient pine seems to be stained, and it slowly turns into a translucent color.

Over time, the ancient pine became more and more transparent, and eventually became a tree of ice sculptures.

Liangchen looked at the strange situation in front of him and was amazed, and the ice pine branch suddenly grasped it like a palm, and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Squeak~" There was a sound, and the ice pine began to slowly retract back into the cliff.

Between breaths, the clouds in the mountains fell, and the breeze floated, as if there was one ancient pine missing, and it was as if there was no ancient pine in the first place.