Yue Qianjun and the others, looking at the endless grass and tree puppets, as if the army waiting to be reviewed, were shocked by such a majestic and magnificent scene.

Each grass and tree puppet is equivalent to a Mahayana monk, which means that this space has millions of Mahayana-level combat power.

"Every time you refine a grass and wood puppet, it is equivalent to one more Mahayana monk, even if it is only the initial strength, it can also enhance the strength of the Sword Alliance. ”

Seeing that Yue Qianjun and the others were indulging in refining grass and wood puppets, Qing Zhou thought about exploring other spaces, and soon found an armory workshop.

The floating island is a sword cultivation sect, with tens of millions of internal spaces, and the most skilled is the weapon workshop.

However, the armory workshop in front of him was unusual, there was only a huge iron sword inside, and the space was filled with this giant sword in a radius of millions of miles.

Qing Zhou stepped forward and reached out to stroke the blade of the iron sword, but saw that the smooth sword body was filled with countless lines, and if you looked closely, these lines were distributed very regularly, and the huge iron sword was separated into countless small flying swords.

From a distance, this huge iron sword that filled the space seemed to be a combination of countless flying swords, and the patchwork was tightly knit, and those lines were the gaps between the flying swords.

More importantly, the aura emanating from this huge iron sword was a terrifying aura of calamity.

Qingzhou separated a trace of mana, the iron sword buzzed and vibrate, and the entire space shook, and then a series of decomposition sounds sounded, and the huge iron sword began to collapse, turning into flying swords, flying and circling in the air.

Qing Zhou reached out and grabbed a flying sword, carefully rubbed and played, and found that this flying sword was not of low grade, comparable to the treasure of the Great Dao.

After the iron sword is disintegrated, it becomes tens of thousands of flying swords, each of which has the level of the treasure of the Great Dao.

Suddenly, the flying sword in Qingzhou's hand struggled violently, and finally flew out of his hand, and the flying sword round that circled in the sky, and finally seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and suddenly converged to the center, reducing it to the original huge iron sword.

The huge iron sword was restored to its original state, exuding the aura of catastrophe.

"Okay, since it's a rare combination magic weapon. ”

Qing Zhou saw clearly, the huge iron sword was a magic weapon at the level of the Tribulation, and when it was separated, it was 10,000 flying swords at the level of the treasure of the Great Dao.

A few days later, the disciples of the Sword Alliance above the realm of the United Dao were summoned, and 10,000 elites were selected, and they were given the flying sword of the Great Dao Treasure level.

"Qingzhou, big surprise, these grass and tree puppets can actually combine sword formations. ”

Yue Qianjun made a great discovery to Qingzhou, it turned out that a few of them had refined the grass and wood puppets, and they had found that the puppets could arrange sword formations and exert a power far beyond a single body.

"But that's not enough. ”

Qingzhou's words aroused Yue Qianjun's sense of distress, and now they have made many efforts to enhance the combat power of the Mahayana level, and it has always been useless to Shangfang Wuji's parents.

At this moment, Dongfang Sisal had already returned to the Jade Emperor Dojo, standing in a luxuriously decorated cave mansion, stepping on the soft fur, and thinking, "The fur of this golden fierce tiger is really comfortable, and it is worthy of being a demon beast." ”

The only one who can make a carpet out of the fur of the Tribulation Demon Beast is the Venerable Tribulation.

Dongfang Sisal stood on the carpet with a respectful expression, because the female cultivator in front of him looked sad and stroked Dongfang Wuji's emaciated corpse.

"Dongfang Sisal, you mean, the one who killed my child was a second-rate dojo disciple in the Demon Slayer Star District, a sword cultivator named Li Qing?"

The female cultivator's tone was calm, but her expression was sad, this extremely uncoordinated behavior made Dongfang Sisal feel that her scalp was numb, and she had a premonition that if she didn't answer well, she would be killed on the spot.

She is Dongfang Wuji's mother, born in the Heavenly Wolf Dojo, the Venerable Min Zhu Curtain, known as the Venerable Zhu Curtain, and the wife of the Jade Emperor Dojo Qingshi Venerable.

"Mowgli is dead, why are you still alive?"

Dongfang Sisal's heart clenched violently, and he hurriedly fell to the ground, "The disciple is incompetent, and he can't save the junior brother Wuji." ”

"Of course you are incompetent, I ask you now, why don't you die?" the nun shrugged her shoulders as if she was crying, "I am this son, and now I am dead." ”

"Uncle Min mourns, Wuji's death is wrongful, and the top priority at the moment is to avenge him. In order to protect himself, Oriental Sisal hurriedly changed the topic.

Min Zhulian was reminded and grabbed Dongfang Sisal, "You lead me and take me to Li Qing." ”

Dongfang Sisal saw the murderous aura on Min Zhulian's face, and knew that this senior uncle was going to kill on a killing spree, not only Li Qing, but even the entire Sword Alliance would suffer.

Sometimes, women are more ruthless, especially if their son is killed.

Min Zhulian is the Venerable of the Five Tribulations, if she wants to seek revenge, even the first-class dojo that waits for leisure will not be able to resist her anger.

With such an obvious thing, Dongfang Sisal was worried, and blurted out an idea, "Uncle Min, do you want to call Uncle Qingshi to go with you?" ”

Dongfang Qingshi is Dongfang Wuji's biological father, and also the Taoist husband of Min Zhulai, is the Venerable of the Six Tribulations, and is in retreat, impacting the realm of the Seven Tribulations.

"The dead ghost is in retreat, and the sky will not come out when the sky falls, so I can go alone. "Min Zhulian is very confident, she is in the realm of five tribulations, and she is not ready to deal with second-rate forces.

Although Min Zhulian is a woman, it is rare to be resolute in her work, and she soon found the headquarters of the Sword Alliance under the guidance of Dongfang Sisal.

"Uncle Min, this is the base camp of the Sword Alliance, Li Qing's expedition to the demon beast territory, he may not be in it, he should still be in the enclave. Oriental Sisal explained.

"If I am not there, I will slaughter the Light Sword Alliance, let Li Qing mourn all the same people, so that I can experience the pain of my loss of a son. ”

Min Zhu curtain stretched out her white palm, she is the Venerable of the Tribulation, usually pampered, her hands are very carefully maintained, she is as delicate as a girl, and she can't see the slightest wrinkle.

The palm of his hand pressed down towards the Sword Alliance, and countless bright balls of light fell, bombarding like a raging storm, distributed in all corners of the Sword Alliance.

Each of these balls of light has the power to kill Mahayana monks, filling the sky, and roughly counting the millions.

The ball of light fell violently, the smashed space shook, and the surrounding air was instantly discharged, forming a hurricane that swept in all directions, and even Dongfang Sisal was affected, and involuntarily retreated.

As soon as Min Zhulian made a move, he was a ruthless means of destroying the door, obviously hating Qingzhou, and he wanted to sweep away the Sword Alliance without saying a word.

Dongfang Sisal instinctively felt that something was wrong, because the Sword Alliance was too quiet, a normal dojo sect, no matter what, there would be disciples coming in and out, handling various affairs, but today it was quiet, no one moved, as if everyone had disappeared.

When the first ball of light landed on the ground, it did not explode, nor did it destroy all the light bursts, but disappeared silently.

Under the gaze of Min Zhu Curtain and Dongfang Sisal, the surface of the planet where the Sword Alliance is located is like an illusory shadow, and one after another balls of light fall, and whenever it touches the entity, whether it is the ground, rocks, or buildings, it will eventually produce ripple-like water waves, and finally be swallowed up.