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Chapter 1201 Condensing Sword Infant(2/2)

Even the cultivators themselves will suffer huge backlash. Not only can Jianwan's spirituality be unable to be restored, but his own soul and body will also be severely damaged.

By now, the calm look on Liang Yan's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a solemn look.

Whether you can condense the Sword Infant and take a new step in your sword cultivation depends on whether you can seize the opportunity in front of you!

More than twenty days passed in a row.

The silent desert mountains are eerily quiet. Due to the lack of spiritual energy, not only are there no monks here, but even the monsters and spiritual insects are almost extinct.

In the morning of this day, a strong wind suddenly blew from the barren mountain, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

In the void, ripples spread, and a golden lion camel with wings on its back slowly appeared.

"It's strange, this barren mountain obviously has very little spiritual energy, but the strange wind is coming from nowhere, and even I feel a little nervous!"

Lao Jin muttered, looked up at the sky, and saw the strange wind blowing through the mountains, spinning endlessly, and finally turned into a tornado, standing among the mountains.

At the same time, more and more strange winds appeared out of thin air, blowing across the tops of the mountains like knives. Wherever they passed, vegetation was broken, and rocks were turned into powder. Everything seemed fragile in the strange winds.

Unbearable!

"wrong!"

Lao Jin's pupils suddenly shrank, staring at more and more tornadoes in the air, with an unbelievable look on his face.

"That's not some strange wind, it's sword energy!"

Just as Lao Jin exclaimed, Liang Yan was sitting cross-legged in the cave.

The holy energy of mountains and rivers and the essence of the five elements have disappeared, leaving only an empty jar and a broken jade bottle.

The cocoon on his chest swelled and shrank, and you could vaguely see the shadow of a small figure sitting inside, about the size of a fist, currently holding his hands on top of his head.
Chapter completed!
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