My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 89 Millions of Sword Spirits Forge Sword Souls ([-])
Her soul was wounded and she lost her sense of pain. On the contrary, it allowed her to break free from the suppression of the powerful sword spirits of the sword spirits, her consciousness became independent, and she was able to mobilize the power of Qixing.

"She's human!"

The effect of the magic pill dissipated, the body turned into reality, and the countless sword spirits who had conquered cities and looted land in their spiritual consciousness became more insane, no longer playing and laughing, showing their fierce looks, and crazily charged at the weakest part of their spiritual consciousness.

More sword spirits who had been watching coldly before were also extremely excited.

"It's human, hahaha, I haven't smelled human for a long time, phew!"

A crimson broad sword smelled, the sword light was violent, it turned into a bunch of horses and swooped towards Yunchi.

Jianzhong took them in, these masterless sword spirits, and asked them to guard Wan Jiandao and select candidates with the highest combat power for Ling Jianzong.

Only by defeating millions of sword spirits and passing through a hundred thousand li ten thousand way of swords can one enter the hinterland of the sword mound, and from then on proudly ascend to the world.

Otherwise - die!

Yun Chi's brain was tense, and her heart was in her throat. The moment the magic pill's power faded, she had already sensed that her cultivation had lost a lot, falling from the second layer of the pill to the first floor. Without spiritual power, she will directly go back to the early stage of Qi training.

There are piles and clusters of sword spirits in front of me, and the sword light is fierce and violent, full of murderous intentions.

I didn't expect the road to the hinterland of Jianzhong to be so difficult!

The arrow has left the string, and there is only one way to move forward!

The moment he left the scimitar, Yun Chi had already decided to do everything he could to find a chance of survival in the face of death.

Keng Qiang was lying three or four meters away, his mind moved slightly, and Keng Qiang flew across Yunchi's chest two feet away.

"boom!"

At the very moment, Lan Chen's Wang Chen sword flew out of the storage bag and collided with the red broad sword. The sword's intent surged, sparks shot out like firecrackers, and it blocked Yun Chi's fatal blow.

Fang Musheng's Chasing Wind Sword followed closely behind, flew out of the storage bag, and circled around Yunchi. The cold blade was filled with red gold light, in a defensive posture.

"prick--"

Yun Chi stretched out his right hand, quickly pulled his palm across the blade, and immediately blood gushed out.

"Qixing horoscope, if you really have a soul, help me now!"

Blood dripped onto the silver ring in his left hand and was instantly absorbed by the silver ring.

Yun Chi's eyes were sharp, his heart was as determined as a general on the battlefield, and a heroic spirit resounding in his chest.

When Qi Xing's horoscope was full of blood, Yun Chi followed the same pattern and cut the palm of his left hand with a knife. The cut ran across the entire palm, which was extremely terrifying.

Yun Chi turned a deaf ear to this.

Hands clasped together, blood flowed out from the seams of the hands, drop by drop, rolling down like a bead curtain, staining the large white jade ground red.

The voice of the most ancient and mysterious incantation of star control art swayed in his mind, it was a secret technique that even the high priest Yun Yeming hadn't mastered yet.

At the age of ten, Yun Chi had memorized all the spells and spells of the Star Control Technique by heart.

In the past, there was grandma Yun Yeming and her loyal clan members who sheltered her from the wind and rain, and never thought of cultivating well.

Furthermore, this technique is mysterious, and only the first high priest of the Volcanic Clan has cracked the mystery, Yun Chi never thought he could learn it.

But at this moment, she has no choice.

As the waves of mantra voices in his head continued to spread, the whole body shone with starlight, spots of light flowed, and twelve rivers of stars flowed slowly, converging in the chest cavity, gradually evolving into a starlight phoenix dormant in the body.

Blood dripped continuously, and there was a climax in the tightly clasped palms, and strands of blood mist could be faintly seen overflowing from the fingers and floating into the air.

Phoenix still had his eyes closed, and the star spots kept gathering, getting faster and more solid.

"Sacrificing to Yunchi, using blood as a guide, turning the world into life, opening a bridge to life, and saving the dead..."

Yun Chi's lips kept opening and closing, and the syllables of the curse echoed in his mind wave after wave.

finally--

Waves of silent sound burst out of the wall in my head, and the roar was like thunder, like Sanskrit sounds, centered on Yunchi, and swayed in circles.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The deep and deep roar was long and long, wrapped in a majestic power that pierced the soul, like a round of blazing sun, shining with supreme divine light, spreading away.

The blood mist in the clasped palms drifted away with the roar, turning into spots of blood, drifting slowly towards the million sword spirits.

The Liu Sheng Sword and the Horned Dragon Sword, which had previously fought against each other, had stopped their internal strife when Yun Chi condensed and exposed his identity, and turned to attack Yun Chi.

Although these sword spirits have strong sword intent and bursting with energy, they are masterless spirits after all, and cannot exert their full power without physical support.

On the contrary, for the two swords of Zhuifeng and Wangchen, the master of the sword is still there, and the blade is fierce, one is used as a hundred, and one is used as a thousand. Yu Yunchi is three feet in front of Yunchi, and the sword light is shining, resisting wave after wave of attacks .

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sword lights and sword shadows collided brazenly, the thunder attack resounded through the tunnel thousands of miles away, the metal flames pierced and splashed, and a strong wind swept across thousands of miles, shaking the walls and trembling the ground.

Outside the tunnel, the earthen wall shook violently, sand and stones flew around, and he couldn't help shivering, "Girl doll, it's really not easy to mess with."

The wind was whistling, and Yun Chi's long hair was flying like clouds.

The sporadic sword light pierced through the two defenses of Zhuifeng and Wangchen, passing or penetrating her cheeks, arms, shoulders, and back, cutting more than a dozen cuts.

She had lost her sense of pain, but she could still feel the blunt sensation of being pierced by a sharp weapon, and the stickiness of blood gushing out and wet the skirt of her clothes.

Star Control Technique, Yuanyi Realm, Rebirth!
The star-spotted phoenix dormant in its chest opened its eyes and flew high with its wings spread out to a width of eleven or twelve meters. It howled and circled above Yu Yunchi's head, and its scream pierced the sky.

The palm was like a billowing mist of blood, becoming thicker and treacherous.

The clasped hands are separated, and the slender fingers are flying vertically and horizontally, and the hand gestures are as fast as lightning, unpredictable.

"Spend--"

The roaring sound in the air was suddenly amplified hundreds of times, covering the sound of metal collisions, and the sword spirit with slightly lower spiritual power fell to the ground and began to tremble unconsciously.

The blood mist was like a sea of ​​clouds, surging towards the star-spotted phoenix, and as the phoenix fluttered its wings, it sprinkled in all directions like blood-colored rain, and drifted away as swiftly as light.

The sword spirit was stained with blood mist, and the roaring sound pierced the eardrums, and entered the sword spirit's body and turned into a divine sound from the sky. It was holy and mysterious, guiding them to restrain their spiritual power.

Shenyin was gentle, like the master's hand gently caressing the blade of the sword.

The sword spirits stopped fighting, and saw the late master smiling gently at them, telling them to stop killing, and bowed down to worship the holy light.

They are bathed in the divine sound of the holy light, drunk and dreaming of death, thinking of the happiest thing in this life, and are extremely satisfied.

Then, the screen changed.

The divine light turned into an endless hell, and blood flowed like a river in the hell.

Seeing countless evil ghosts and resentful spirits, the Qiulongjian grinned and crawled towards him with a ferocious face, accusing it of its heinous crimes.

In its life, from cultivating into a spirit, making a contract, destroying people with its sword, and returning its soul to the sword mound, and finally coming here, its merits and demerits are laid out one by one, and all are displayed in front of it.

"Do you still have complaints? Do you still have regrets?"

An ethereal and distant divine voice sounded, and the horned dragon sword fell to the ground, trembling constantly, and slowly replied, "I have regrets, but I have no complaints."

"Then forget it."

The divine voice descended again, Qiu Longjian gradually couldn't remember who he was, where he came from, and where he had been.

It is like a lost idiot, standing quietly in the tunnel, at a loss.

Yun Chi's hands kept moving, his handprints were ever-changing, the blood kept flowing out and turned into a blood mist and rushed to the phoenix above his head. More and more sword spirits were like horned dragon swords, forgetting their past and gaining a new life.

After more than half an hour passed, most of the sword spirits had surrendered.

But there are still thousands of swords with profound spiritual power, who were once the swords of the strong in the Hidden God Realm.

Chasing the wind and Wangchen were defeated by two swords.

At the critical moment, a frosty white sword shadow wrapped in a faint blue brilliance, like a wandering dragon, shuttled from a distance, shaking away the sword spirit that was stabbing Yunchi.

Shoujun sword!
Looking at the Shoujun sword raging and strangling, Yunchi's nose was sore.

Only Shizun always arrives as scheduled when she is in crisis.

Yun Chi knew that this was not a time of sorrow for spring and autumn, so he restrained his mind, the power of Qixing became thicker, blood flowed from his palm, and more blood was poured out in sacrifice.

Star Control, Bipolar Realm, Rebirth!
The body of the circling star-spotted phoenix continued to swell, three or four times larger than before, and the tunnel could no longer accommodate it. Two large holes were torn into the left and right walls by the spread wings of the phoenix.

This time, the divine coercion on the sword spirit's head was even greater, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, with a magnificent momentum, even the sword spirit of the peak monk of the Hidden God could not break free.

When all the millions of masterless sword spirits surrendered, Yunchi regained the power of Qixing, the star spots dissipated, and the phoenix disappeared into his chest again.

Almost unable to sit up due to excessive blood loss.

Yun Chi crackled and swallowed dozens of pills for nourishing blood and nourishing qi, and meditated on the spot to adjust his breath.

The three swords of Shoujun, Zhuifeng and Wangchen guard the side.

Millions of masterless sword spirits were like headless chickens, scurrying about in the tunnel, forgetting to intercept and kill the intruders.

Yun Chi didn't know how long he had been in meditation.

After waking up, the wounds all over her body had healed, but her spiritual consciousness was damaged, she still couldn't speak, her hearing dropped sharply, she twisted her thigh twice, she couldn't feel any pain, and she couldn't smell the slightest smell.

Fortunately, she can still see.

Yun Chi touched the Qixing horoscope in her left hand, and she was still a little dazed. She just had the mentality of giving it a try, but she did not expect to successfully perform the secret technique of rebirth.

It's just that her mental power is not strong enough, she can only release the bipolar state.

From this moment on, she decided to start practicing star control again.

There was a faint voice in her heart telling her that her path to immortality, the method of cultivating immortals and the art of controlling stars, were indispensable.

The masterless sword spirit who was hit by the death technique has forgotten the past grievances, but the spiritual power is still there.

You must know that many of them once ruled the kings and hegemony in their own times, and they are not inferior to the Shoujun Sword and Sword Spirit.

Yun Chi raised the scimitar and clanged, the blade was violent, and the cold light shone.

"Extreme grade black iron should be able to accommodate a million sword spirits." Yun Chi said quietly to himself.

Yunchi cut his finger, and a drop of blood floated in the air.

Run the power of Qixing, and perform the death technique again.

The death technique can control all spirits.

After the millions of sword spirits were completely fused with the blood, she retreated outside the earth wall, and melted in the earth wall tool spirit formed by a ray of sword intent from the ancestor of Ling Jianzong.

In the upper world, it is customary to divide a wisp of spiritual consciousness as the seed of the spirit, because the cultivator believes that the self-consciousness is the most loyal and can best understand the master's thoughts.

Yunchi practiced the star control technique, but she had a different understanding. Especially after this incident, she became more and more convinced that it is better to use blood as the seed of the weapon spirit.

Spiritual consciousness is easily controlled by someone stronger than oneself, but blood is not.

Blood has no thoughts, but recognizes the Lord, and is more inclusive and aggressive.

Furthermore, the forbidden art of star control is guided by blood, and she intends to use star control and immortal cultivation at the same time in the future. If the sword spirit is also transformed by blood, there may be unexpected gains.

She has fused millions of sword spirits into a single drop of blood. Once this drop of blood is successfully cultivated into a sword spirit, it will surely shake the heavens and the earth.

The only thing that worries her is that the scimitar clang clang is an ordinary soldier, not even a magic weapon, so I don't know if it can carry the power of a million sword spirits.

However, besides clang clang, she has no other magic weapon in hand.

Yunchi split the sword spirit seed into two.

Half of the machete clang was implanted, and spiritual power was injected into it for storage.

Half of it is forced into Dantian and placed beside Shui Yuan Dan.

Just wait for the seed to develop self-awareness and thrive.

(End of this chapter)