I have a fairy palace in my body

Chapter 357 Entering the Sword Forging Pool

Leng Jie directly sacrificed a small black bell, which is a magic weapon for attacking the soul, which is equivalent to the soul refining bell.

What surprised Fang Han was Yan Kai. He directly sacrificed a shining ancient lamp, emitting bursts of misty light, enveloping everyone at once.

Although the sound of thunder-like sword cries from outside could already be heard, the sea of ​​consciousness attack on everyone had been greatly weakened.

The pressure on them dropped instantly, and they were finally able to take a breath.

"Quick, my magic weapon consumes spiritual power very quickly, so I have to deal with those hidden sword spirits quickly."

Yan Kai said anxiously.

As soon as he finished speaking, Calmness rang a small black bell.

Waves of sound waves rushed forward like a vast ocean.

After a while, I could only hear thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

After the mental power attack from the little black bell and the sound of the sword collided, they were instantly annihilated.

Leng Jie's face turned pale.

In the next second, the sound of the sword that made people feel heavy hammer and irritated sounded again, but it was a little weaker than before.

Leng Jie summoned up his spiritual energy and rang the small bell again.

With the cooperation of Yan Kai and Yan Kai, everyone was one step closer to Zhujianchi.

But this is still too slow.

Moreover, the spiritual power and soul power of Leng Jie and Yan Kai were also consumed too much.

"I come!"

Wu Song shouted, he pinched his hands sharply, and a spiritual imprint was formed in the void.

"Soul Extinguisher Mark!"

Then there was only a loud shout, and a slap in the air, and the imprint was sacrificed in the air.

In the next second, a circular light stamp shock wave was instantly condensed in the midair, and it quickly exploded to the surroundings. The initial range of the light stamp was only about a few feet in radius, but as it spread, it had already extended in the blink of an eye. After reaching a hundred feet away, it gradually dissipated.

There were only bursts of squeaking strange calls, which ordinary people could not hear at all, that is to say, Fang Han and other Jindan stage powerhouses could perceive them.

"These sword spirits are retreating, work harder."

Although Fang Han's attack methods were poor, he keenly felt that these sword spirits hidden around were retreating quickly under the pressure of the Miehun mark.

With a bang, Leng Jie rang the small bell again.

The sound waves emitted scattered away, forcing the sword spirit back again.

After repeating this a few times, everyone has reached the entrance of the Sword Forging Pool.

However, at this moment, there was a loud sword cry.

And Yan Kai, Wu Song, and Leng Jie have already consumed too much.

After Fang Han and Shen Yi, Tang Si and the others blessed the three of them with mana, they dispersed the sword spirits surrounding the entrance again, and finally entered the sword casting pool.

After entering the Sword Forging Pool, those noisy sword cries disappeared all of a sudden.

This is a huge pit like a tiankeng. The outermost surface is a thousand feet wide, and it narrows down layer by layer, unfathomably deep.

Although it has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years, you can still feel the high temperature emitted from the bottom here. The bottom here was actually a magma pool of earth fire.

But now it has dried up.

The sword casting pool is divided into eight floors, and each floor has hundreds of sword casting platforms and furnaces.

Back then, those swordsmiths should have forged swords on these sword-forging platforms.

"In such a long time in ancient times, I don't know how many magic swords have been cast."

After everyone came in, they felt the surging sword intent here, and they couldn't help being horrified.

Compared with the sword energy and sword intent outside, it is nothing but a big witch.

"Everyone, it is obvious that the sword will become stronger and more dangerous as you go down, so you should do what you can to gain as much as you can."

U Song said in a deep voice.

In addition to being able to comprehend the sword intent here, there is also abundant gold-type aura and gold-type laws.

These refiners basically have gold-type spiritual roots, so it is natural for them to comprehend and practice here like a fish in water.

Moreover, in this sword casting pool, there are many broken swords and various materials left over, some of which are very precious. Since I came here, I naturally try not to let them go.

"See you on the eighth floor!" Fang Han said.

Presumably, old man Zhou and all the Nascent Soul Stage Artifact Refining Masters have already descended to the lower floors.

The lower one goes, the greater the risk, but the more benefits of cultivation, and the greater the chance of being recognized by the fairy sword and sword spirit.

Everyone separated immediately, each comprehending.

Fang Han sat next to the sword-making platform somewhere on the first floor and began to meditate.

Of course, before that, he released the Fire Rock Beast to protect him.

The Huoyan Beast is about to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, and it is also good for it to be in the sword casting pool.

As soon as Fang Han sat down and settled down, his mind flickered, as if he had come to a world of swords.

In this world, there are long swords hanging everywhere, and the vast sword intent fills all directions, making people tremble.

"There is such a strong sword intent on the first floor!" Fang Han's mind moved, and he moved towards all directions.

He is in the world of swords, standing on top of a mountain at this moment, gusts of wind blow like sharp swords.

Whoosh!

Fang Han felt that his face and body were stinging from the wind blowing like sharp swords, and that feeling was so real.

He knows that he is currently in a state that is neither the real world nor an illusion, it seems real and illusion.

Whoosh!

On the top of the mountain, the wind was like a sword. Fang Han felt that he was about to be torn to pieces by the sword. The sharp sword was frightening.

"This sword intent must be comprehended before it can continue."

The profound meaning of this sword intent made him feel very mysterious.

It is indeed the place where countless ancient swords were cast.

At the same time, the ferocious gold-type spiritual power surprised him quite a bit.

Fang Han settled down to comprehend the sword intent with peace of mind, and at the same time used the spiritual power of the gold system to practice.

With the fire rock beast protecting the law, he doesn't need to worry about unexpected situations.

I don't know how much time has passed, after a long time.

Fang Han felt a movement in his heart. Standing on the top of the mountain, the gusts of wind like sharp swords suddenly disappeared.

In the next second, his consciousness returned to the side of the sword casting platform.

He tapped with one hand, and a ray of void sword energy shot out quickly. The sword in the air was like a swimming dragon, with fierce sword intent setting off a gust of wind.

Fang Han successfully comprehended the wind-like sword intent.

Next, he will continue to use the gold-type spiritual power here to practice and improve his cultivation.

At the same time, try to see if you can understand the golden law.

Time goes by.

A month has passed since entering the Sword Forging Pool.

Fang Han has come to the third floor of the sword casting pool.

He comprehended the first level of the wind sword intent, and the second level of tide sword intent.

But the sword intent on the third level made him unable to understand.

"Every person, the sword intent comprehended at each level is different."

"For example, some people have comprehended the killing sword intent, some have comprehended the dark sword intent, and some have comprehended the bright sword intent."

"But why do I feel so strange on this third floor?"

At this moment, Fang Han stood in a boundless sea of ​​flowers after entering meditation. The flowers bloomed and withered in front of him, and then sprouted again, waiting to bloom.

In the next second, the blossoming flowers stabbed towards him like sharp swords, and when they touched his body, they withered again.

(End of this chapter)