"Ahem... Although my cultivation is not the highest, my soul cultivation is the most profound. Who else can I do this step?"

Zhuge Wufeng took a step forward, shaking the feather fan, and a trace of firmness appeared in his eyes: "I also want to take a look at the realm of the soul..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the ancestor of Ten Thousand Souls shouted: "Old Zhuge, this method is only the first time to try it. It is too dangerous. Maybe I can bear it for you!"

The Venerable of the Divine Talisman, the old monster who turned into a qi, just sneered.

If this true spirit is penetrated into the "Wanxiang Palace", it is equivalent to an alternative breakthrough soul!

After the chaos of heaven, the monks in this world have never given up on their exploration of the soul.

To be honest, these old monsters are about to die, so they don’t mind taking risks at all.

In fact, Yang Baixuan wanted to sacrifice his blood at first.

Later, Zhuge Wufeng, who was still Zhuge Qi's sect, joined forces and reached more than half of the votes and seized this position.

"Ahem... have I ever regretted it?"

Zhuge Wufeng bowed to the four sides: "Please rest assured, have we already made a vow with the heart of Tao, and have also placed a large number of restrictions on each other? Don't worry about the fact that after I succeed, I will be untrustworthy... If the "Wanxiang Palace" is refined, our six authentic sects will be merged immediately to form a new sect, and from then on, the five sages in the world will become six sects! And that spiritual treasure will naturally be controlled by the six major branches..."

Seeing this, Yang Baixuan could only sigh.

He also knew that in order to win over the other five sects, the last person who seized the spirit must not be him.

Otherwise, the advantage that Xuanji Bailian Gate will take is too great.

In fact, even if the new sect was established, the one who was in charge of the spiritual treasures at the beginning was not the Zhuge Qi Sect and the Xuanji Bailian Sect, but the Corpse Yin Secret Sect!

These are the compromises and restraints made by the six authentic masters.

Even if it can be refined into this "Wanxiang Palace" spiritual treasure, it will be changed five times, and it will take a thousand years to go.

Although this "Slaying Spirit" has not been verified, it is easy to fail.

After taking the spirit, he was promoted to the spiritual treasure. The true spirit of the cultivator didn't know what would change, and maybe he would lose all his memory, and even his wisdom was only comparable to that of a three or four-year-old child.

But Zhuge Wufeng was still unwilling to miss this opportunity because he was the oldest and was about to die.

In fact, any elderly ancestor Huandan will get this opportunity at all costs.

"We have been together since ancient times. This time we work together and we will be able to achieve success!"

Yang Baixuan murmured, suddenly looking above the cave.

A melodious bell suddenly rang.

"The sword refining conference has begun."

An old monster murmured, and a hint of expectation appeared in everyone's eyes.

...

Mystery Hundred Refining Gate, Mountain Gate.

The venue for the Sword Refining Conference is a magnificent circular open-air building, with layers of cloud beds surrounding the weapon refining cave, constantly stacking upwards, and finally forming a layout that looks like an ancient Roman Colosseum.

The real Fuyunzi was mixed among many monks, and he was like a fish in water.

Most of the casual cultivators looked at the Bailian Peak where the weapon refining cave, and looked expectant.

But Fu Yunzi knew that among them, there were probably a very small number of real destined people.

Even, maybe none of them have this opportunity.

After all, the real flying sword is at least comparable to a magic weapon, and its value is ten times that of a magic weapon!

Such a high profit is enough to attract those real geniuses!

At the top of the cloud bed, there was a sudden commotion.

"It's the Xuanpo Taoist of Tiandu Sect!"

"The Xuandu Taoist is one of the five sons of Tiandu. He is also one of the few geniuses in thousands of years. It is said that he has already formed a elixir and has become a first-class elixir!"

"This person comes this time, and one of the best flying swords must be his."

Many casual cultivators sighed, beat their chests and stamped their feet, and some were still curious: "I wonder if that talented Li Kunlun has arrived?"

"They are the real pride of heaven, and they may not care about a flying sword. The flying sword that cherishes our lives for such a casual cultivator is just that in the eyes of the real high-sect disciples..."

Fu Yunzi was lifting his pen to record when he suddenly heard two sword roars like tearing silk from the sky.

He looked around and saw two sword lights shooting towards him like rainbows, and two heroic sword immortals appeared.

They were a man and a woman, a man was about twenty years old, wearing a green robe and carrying a long sword. The sword was swallowed by a dragon-shaped mouth, and there were seven stars on the hilt of the sword. It was obviously a rare ancient magic weapon!

An ordinary flying sword can be swallowed into the body by a monk to train. This kind of ancient sword weapon is too sharp, but it cannot be done like this.

"It's the Dragon Slaying Sword!"

"Don't worry about the Dragon Slaying Sword. This person is a master at the top of the Golden Pill List!"

"Mo Xiaoxiao was worried. Is the woman next to me one of the seven swords in the Tianshan Mountain?"

"This woman...is probably that Li Qionghua..."

"So it's her, the fourth grade of Killing Dan..."

The last sound was obviously lowered halfway.

But how smart the monk was? When Li Qionghua heard this, there was a sword energy running around in his sleeves. One of the lights was transformed by a flying sword. He seemed to be restless and was about to jump out and chop people.

"Junior sister doesn't have to pay attention to these things. When the senior brother chooses the ancestor of fortune, he will vent his anger for you."

Mo Xiaochou put his hands in his sleeves and said calmly: "Senior Brother does not need other flying swords. You may get a few more flying swords this time. At that time, I will ask your master to pass on the method of the sword formation. The method of this sword formation is infinitely mysterious. As long as there are enough flying swords to set up the formation, you may not be able to fight for the return of the alchemy!"

While the brother and sister were talking, a team of monks from the Xuanji Bailian Sect had already greeted them with a smile and invited the two of them into the seat.

After these two people, several younger generations of monks from all over the world arrived.

For example, Cui Yingxiu in Shushan’s Double Show, Xiaoyao Demon Son from Wuji Demon Sect, Little Monk from Daxue Mountain, etc., all of them are extraordinary, with a brilliant mind, and have different temperaments, which makes ordinary cultivators feel ashamed of themselves.

A few more days passed.

A bell suddenly rang out on the entire Bailian Peak.

Accompanied by the sound of the thick copper bell, layers of ban holes on Bailian Peak opened, and precious lights emerged from different underground fire rooms.

For a time, the entire Bailian Peak emitted a thousand rays of light, brilliant and unparalleled.

"The treasure refining conference has begun. This time the sacrifice is still the flying sword. Therefore, these treasure lights are very sharp. Ten thousand swords penetrate the sky, and it is a rare scene in the world of immortal cultivation for thousands of years..."

Fu Yunzi quickly splashed ink and recorded every moment: "This Bailian Peak is also a magic weapon, which can appreciate the advantages and disadvantages of magic weapons. At this time, the flying sword in the earth fire room had just been released, and it was clear at a glance with the height of the treasure light as the standard..."

That's when.

In the ground fire room, Zhong Shenxiu, who had been in seclusion for three months, opened her eyes and looked at the sword-refining furnace in front of her. She suddenly smiled, brushed her sleeves and slapped the stove, and chanted: "Thousands of hammers and thousands of blows to forge the spirit fetus, and the fire burns as if it is easy. The hundred-day inspiration will finally be used. The flying swords in the Bagua furnace are... Go!"
Chapter completed!