A year later, a fourth-level cave in Qinan City.

Gu Tan was building power in the northern part of Baishan, and the newly-emerged Bihu Gate was wiped out while chatting and laughing. All of these were in the process of rest. However, the Nangong family has improved their defense and isolate the inside and outside. He has no way of knowing the specific situation. Of course, isolation also has the benefits of isolation. It was four years ago that it was promoted to the fifth level of the Golden Pill. It was two hundred and three years old. It was a progress of two years faster than expected. It was important to concentrate. This was good at all.

"It is good to have a high-grade spiritual land, but this time I did not awaken my original talent. Is it because I was dedicated to practicing and not asking about the disadvantages of worldly affairs?"

Qi Xiu in the quiet room had somehow, but his thoughts were floating and he was thinking about everything but he couldn't calm down.

"drink"

Yu Qian stood up and took the fourth-level inkstone magic weapon obtained when he was a Confucian scholar in the late stage of Jindan, and started to show off one move after another. He learned the stick method from that time. He had no talent, but the close-knit moves of the body refining technique were awkward in the golden elixir fighting technique, and he had been left with him for a long time. He could not use the wonderful uses of the Confucian scholar's qi, so he remembered the stick method again, mixed the Five Animal Body Refining technique, and created the five-kill method by borrowing the "heavy" of the inkstone.

‘Step, ↑Sweep, ‘Return the horse, after the simple evolution of the four moves, the force and direction of the inkstone hitting people was slightly enhanced, and the last blow was changed to ‘self-destruction. Anyway, this inkstone is not easy to use, and it really doesn’t work. It’s okay to explode yourself, and it’s okay to make a contribution in the end.

The black inkstone was driven by him to fly up and down in the air, with a sharp atmosphere. When he was familiar with it, suddenly the spiritual energy around him was activated, and a fragrance of elixir passed through the defense cover of the quiet room and rushed to his nose.

"Asen?"

He sensed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was heading into the alchemy room. He didn't know if the pill was about to be completed or Dorosen had already started to form pills. He hurriedly walked out of the door and saw Nangong Xiang holding a small medicine hoe standing solemnly towards the alchemy room to pray for blessings. His big watery eyes were filled with envy and worry, and sincere feelings.

"It's indeed the Dao of Alchemy, and we should start at the same time."

The catastrophe clouds in the sky are divided into three colors, which probably corresponds to the three woods of the same heart in the catastrophe clouds. There is another line of Hongmeng white energy in the middle of the catastrophe clouds, gushing out the extremely pure alchemy aura.

"Why don't this kid say hello first?"

The two elixirs were condensed together, and Qi Xiu was worried for him. Although Taoist alchemy techniques and condensing the inner golden elixir have similarities, at the same time, it is definitely a bit higher than the normal elixir failure. Now I can only believe that Dorosen has careful considerations about his own path, and others can't help.

The first heavenly tribulation has begun to gather slowly.

"The inner and outer elixir shines, the three woods are in the same heart, the fate returns to the fire, and sit and forget the world."

Dorosen's long chant came from the alchemy room, with a gentle tone, so that the listener could taste the surging confidence.

"A good fate is back to the fire, and I will forget the world."

Qi Xiu stroked his long beard with satisfaction and looked at Nangong Xiang meaningfully, "My family Asen Dandao is so talented and the great mind is so strong that he is a hero of the world."

Nangong Xiang's cheeks flushed at a visible speed, and he lowered his head shyly.

"hey-hey."

He laughed proudly twice, let the little girl go, and was about to go back to the quiet room to protect Dorosen, Nangong Meng appeared quietly in the garden.

"The disciples in the sect use precious treasures to form pills, and I will forgive you."

In a good mood, he bent down and bowed to Nangong Meng, and said in an exaggerated manner.

"This is a good thing, how can you blame me?"

Nangong Meng had no intention of joking with him, and said softly with a complicated expression: "It's time to go on the road."

The four words that popped out of her mouth were like a heavy hammer, hitting Qi Xiu's heart. Before she could curl her smile, the blood on her face was gone, and she had several stalks in her throat. "Oh" made a sound that responded with thousands of flavors, and there was nothing else to say.

"Do you have something to clean up?" Nangong Meng asked.

"Oh, oh yes, yes..."

My mind was in a mess. I looked at the alchemy room for a few glances before turning back to the quiet room, rolling up daily necessities such as incense burner, and another person stood there for a while, "Shanuo didn't do it? Or is it useless if it did it?" I wanted to forcefully suppress my disappointment and fear, but found it difficult to do it, "The Great Way is the Great Way cut off." There was a voice in my heart roaring desperately.

"Don't worry, we will take good care of him." Nan Gong Meng urged outside.

Unable to do so, I had to follow Nangong Meng and look back several times, not only worried about the safety of my disciples, but also felt sad and powerless as if I were to be sentenced to death. When Qi Nancheng was out of sight, the first thunder of thunder had already descended and was steadily blocked by Dorosen.

At the same time, in the far north of the sea, Bingyuan Island was rented out at a glance by the cold springs.

The four foundation-building monks sat around the four corners, each with their eyes closed and their own natal appearance appeared behind them. One day, one month, one star, and one shadow, they were involved and entangled with the sword embryo in the spring. It was said that it was a sword embryo, but in fact, it had been completed about eight or nine out of ten. The four men's foreheads were sweating and their bodies trembled slightly, which seemed to be extremely hard to exercise.

Under the fantasy moon, Mo Jianxin's hair and beard are all white, withered and unsatisfactory. The sword embryo in front of him emits a faint silver moonlight, and the bone-bone-blade cannot be seen.

Hom,

The four flying swords suddenly roared for no reason, and flew out of the spring water, floating in the air in front of the four people.

"It's time to become a sword"

Mo Jianxin shouted loudly, took the lead in making the Taoist magic trick, temporarily stabilizing the flying sword in front of him, and had all kinds of auxiliary things prepared beside him, and they all shot it out on the sword, shouting continuously: "Stay, keep calm."

The other three people all performed the same thing, practiced in advance, and their movements were as neat as one person.

One hour, two hours, and three hours, the field changes again, four sword treasure lights are shining, the fiery red sun, the full moon is cold, and there is also a black shadow, a little cold star, the sword energy is scattered over the cold spring, and the faint power of the fourth-level sword gradually generates, and then it is overturned.

"start"

Mo Jianxin's expression was twisted and ferocious by the pain, and his hand was extremely difficult to lift. A gray magic array covered the four people. The fourth-level flying sword was about to be formed. The scattered sword energy cut the newly-launched defense cover into the ravines everywhere.

"I can't hold it anymore"

The foundation-building monk with the magic sun above his head shouted that he was the lowest in age and cultivation, with a pale face. He was holding a fourth-level fire spirit stone on his left and right hands, trying hard to absorb it, but he still couldn't maintain it.

"【Qianxuan Yiqi Pill】【Gantong Lingshui】" Mo Jianxin shouted.

The four of them took pills and spiritual liquid at the same time, and barely stabilized for a while. The four swords were still struggling in the air. The buzzing and trembling sound became louder and louder. A trace of golden thread in the four-color light slowly condensed, emitting an extremely dangerous aura, which was creepy.

"What did I say?"

The foundation building of the fantasy sun was terrified again: "My elder, do you want to add some spiritual tears in the middle of the way." My heart is too big, I am too greedy. This is not a sword refining, I am trying my life. I won't serve you."

Another silencer also said in a deep voice: "We are just hired by your Chu Qinmen. We agreed in advance that if you are in danger of life, you can withdraw your reward.

Mo Jianxin hurriedly said, "Don't panic, my magic circle is of chaos attribute, and I'm not afraid of the spirit-killing sword energy. It's okay. We have been suffering for many years, and we are just ahead of us. It's a pity to give up at this time. Give me a face to you. Persist in perseverance, and be sure to persevere."

"Oh, I'll wait and see."

The fourth foundation-building monk is also an old man. He looks a little younger than Mo Jianxin. He helps to comfort the two people who are willing to retreat. "The Chu Qin Sect is rewarded with a generous reward. Everyone knows what kind of person Brother Mo is. Over the years, everyone has helped him fulfill his wishes. Let's fight..."

Before he finished speaking, the formation suddenly let out a harsh cry like a hacksaw saw, and the spirit-slaying sword energy had gradually eroded down. The temperature of the cold spring rose rapidly, and it was almost turning into a boiling spring. In one breath, the water vapor began to rise.

"this"

The three hired monks looked at each other, and the old man didn't help persuade him, and changed his words: "Brother Mo, I know that your life is approaching. These four swords are probably the last batch of works in this life, but...hehe, but..."

"Oh, what's it?" The Vajra Ri Foundation built a swept the fourth-level spirit stone that had been sucked into ashes in his hand. "It's too late to leave again" flew backwards and soon disappeared from everyone's sight. The Vajra Ridge sword on his head lost control and gradually collapsed. The spiritual power and sword energy in the air became more and more disordered and irritable, and it was about to explode at one point.

"Don't leave"

Mo Jianxin saw him running away and almost fainted. His eyes were covered with blood. He shouted in despair, "Double the reward, double the reward, just help me complete this sword and don't leave, come back." His words were almost begging.

"It's not that I won't help you, I'm here to seek wealth, not to work hard, say goodbye."

No one paid attention to it, and another one ran away, "Oh, Brother Mo, listen to my advice, let's retreat, it's better to die than to live. Living for a few more years would be alive." The old man also got up and ran away, flew halfway, and turned around to persuade him.

"Get out, I'll practice alone"

Mo Jianxin was unhappy and shouted like a crazy person, and he kept bounced his fingers, and he shot out one magic trick after another, taking control of the other three swords over.

"Oh" the old man turned his head and left, and the desolate sigh came back from afar. Beside the cold spring, Mo Jianxin was left alone.

"I was practicing Qi back then. When I first started using water refining, I could refine the second-level middle-grade [Moon Shadow Black Ice Sword]. Now that the foundation building is complete, I am not a little bit about it when I get out a few fourth-level swords, hahaha."

One person and one sword cannot afford to consume. Mo Jianxin can't hold on to four swords alone? He was sucked into skin and bones, his hair was distracted, and he shouted wildly: "I used to practice a sword casually, and then he could build a foundation successfully. Now he is just a re-track. Let's see if I build a pill with my sword and move on again."

At the end of the shouting, he dragged out a funny ending sound like a mortal sing. He got up and looked at the four flying swords in the sky that were extremely unstable and could explode at any time. His face showed a kind color, and he raised his hands high and said, "Come on, all the children come to my father, let's go together..."

His silly smile suddenly faded away, as if he was looking back, it was clear and clear, "Go to the other side together." After saying these four words, he stepped into the cold spring. The four swords really followed like a child thrown into his father's arms, and drilled into his arms together, but the sharp sword energy was like a child's ignorance, cutting open flesh and piercing his body...

The body sank into the bottom of the boiling spring, and the clear spring water with bubbles gradually turned into bright red blood.

In a trance, he returned to that night.

"The leader Qi is very good, he treats you and me very well, but I can't watch you follow him and die with the Wei family."

Grandpa Mo Guinong was trying hard to persuade him, his voice, appearance and appearance were like that of the day.

He remembered that this was in Hutou Mountain, the front line of the Wei family defending the Luo family. Now that the Wei family is attacked by two families, he is about to be defeated, his grandfather has contacted the middleman and wants to secretly rebel and turn to the Luo family.

"Now you practice swords, and you have good talents on the road. In the future, you may be able to build a foundation and form a Danguang Mo family. How can you die in the boring killing of other families? Death for outsiders? That's pure stupid..."

Mo Guinong tried every means to persuade him, but he just kept shaking his head. When he was young, he had already fallen in love with the cold spring under the Heihe Peak, liked the technique of water refining, liked the companions in the Chu Qin Sect, liked the kind of life where he watched the clouds rise and fall with his leisure, and had a sword in the water without worry. He did not want him to ask for it for the rest of his life.

"Our grandfather and grandson depend on each other for their own lives, working hard and even fighting for their lives. Isn't this for your great practice and your future? If you don't leave, I will be killed in front of you."

In the end, Mo Guinong forced him to die. He could not do so, so he could only leave. Before leaving, he kowtowed to Qi Xiu a few more, "I'm sorry, if I have the chance in the future, I will definitely make a peerless flying sword for you to compensate me for my mistakes of betraying the Sect." At that time, he secretly swore in his heart.

"The great road dreams, drinking and pecking at the sky, lonely moon shadows, walking alone with the sword."

Under the cold spring, Mo Jianxin slowly recited sixteen words, and hugged four flying swords that had enough blood, gradually calm and perfect, passed away suddenly.

A few months later, outside the sea, the shadow island.

The layers of shadow leaves completely isolated the light. Under the dark tree, Qi Zhuang slowly took out the handle from the storage bag and emitted silver-white moonlight. There was a narrow flying sword with a bright red blood groove in the middle line, and gently bounced a finger on the blade, "Ding," and a crisp buzzing sound that would not dissipate for a long time.

"Good Sword"

She praised, and casually put a sword flower in her hand. The moonlight shone like flowing water to every corner of the woods. Silver white light flashed, illuminating a small black bead hidden in the middle of the secluded land. "Sword heart, it's gone..." she said softly.

"well"

The sad mental power and emotions emanate from the black beads were like a long sigh of a person.

Qi Zhuang held the sword casually and gestured the basic sword tricks for young people when he was about to learn the sword technique.

"How many people follow the towering road?"

He recited in his mouth, stabbed straight with one sword, and then turned back with three swords in a row. She was called the Sword Demon, and was no longer the one who lacked understanding of the sword technique. She had long black clothes and long hair, moon shadows, and a sword was as fast as a sword. She was as strict as a sword. She had a strict rule in the dance of flowers, and she had the demeanor of a master.

"Old friends look at each other and urge them to urge them to see each other's hair."

There is no spiritual power at all, and no sword energy is revealed. This enlightenment sword technique alone makes the forest full of faint and dangerous murderous intent, and the trees seem to be frightened, and the fallen leaves are rustling down.

"When you laugh, if you have proved the truth,"

‖, The Enlightenment Sword Technique is not complicated. After more than ten moves, the [Liuhua Fantasy Moon Sword Box] appeared behind her, and she stabbed the last sword out evenly.

"First break the yin and yang, then cut off the cycle of reincarnation"

The fantasy moon lit up above his head, and the sword in his hand had quietly returned to the shadow of the sword. Only a black shadow leaf that fell on the tip of the sword was still in its original place, without moving.

Volume 20 is over.
Chapter completed!