Nine turns immortal

"Quack, flesh and blood, I smell the breath of flesh and blood, so pure, so blazing, I want to swallow it!"

"No, how many years does it take to have a living being, you can't swallow it all by yourself, I want a leg!"

"I want a hand!"

Countless ferocious thoughts shook the void, and Wang Gan saw that after the countless ancient broken swords collapsed into the sky, black shadows rushed out from the deep ground. The ferocious and vicious thoughts, as well as the fierce sword energy stirred the void, and the strength of each black shadow had the breath of a heavenly fairy. In the dark and deep hole, dense black shadows rushed out of it. In the blink of an eye, there may be thousands of them, and there are still black shadows emerging continuously.

"Is this the ancient sword spirit? It's terrifying!"

Wang Gan had seen big scenes before, but he was still deeply shocked at this moment. He felt the threat from these black shadows.

Moreover, jet-black gazes shot out from that black shadow, continuously shooting at him, and there were strands of thoughts impacting his mind. These black shadows were actually planning to devour his flesh and blood. He finally understood, the horror of the sword spirit in the ancient sword tomb, this is not a sword spirit, it is completely a demon spirit!

call!As if teleporting, Wang Qian only felt that his eyes were dark, and a sword spirit had already killed him in front of him. A pitch-black arm, billowing black air, was fierce and unparalleled, as if it was a sword that reached the sky and slashed at him. come over.

With an angry shout, Wang Gan ignored him and slapped the sword spirit with a backhand. With thick and terrifying power, his fiery blood and masculinity slapped the sword spirit fiercely. For a moment, it gathered together again, but the black air on his body was slightly dimmed.

"This is simply immortality!"

Wang Gan watched all these changes with his eyes wide open, and had a new understanding of the sword spirit again!

This ancient sword spirit has no entity at all, it is just a mass of thoughts, ferocious and domineering, and it is very difficult to kill it completely. Wang Gan saw that his fierce blow just now only broke up the body of the sword spirit and consumed a little Vitality, but this kind of consumption is also very small for some reason. If you want to kill the sword spirit by smashing the body of the sword spirit again and again, it will take a lot of effort.

But before he could figure out how to deal with it, sword spirits had already killed him overwhelmingly, which was equivalent to a black cloud covering him, trying to wipe him out directly.

Swish!A series of jet-black rays of light shot continuously, fierce sword intent, and ancient killing intent, constantly impacting. Wang Gan's eyes were clear, and he saw these black lights. His kendo idea is equivalent to countless sword cultivators attacking and killing him.

Wang Gan finally saw the horror of the ancient sword spirit, but he was too dangerous to deal with him. With a movement of his body, he took out the Taibai Sword Sect's sword embryo, and used the powerful attacking and killing power of the Taiyi Sword Art. In a single moment, Wang Gan didn't know how many thousands of swords he had slashed out. There were too many sword spirits around him, it was almost endless. There are thousands of them.

The black light is like a sea, the sharp edge is cold, and the evil thoughts are whistling. No wonder Qi Shaobai said how terrifying the sword spirit in the ancient sword tomb was, and almost let him die in it. Wang Qian also felt that this is no way out. Although in a short period of time, through the confrontation with this sword spirit, he comprehended many principles of the Taiyi sword art to attack and kill, and the sword energy was even sharper, but he still failed to destroy a sword spirit, at most it was Cutting off a little vitality will not play a decisive role at all.

"There is no other way. If there are a little less sword spirits, I can still use them to sharpen my own sword practice, but there are too many sword spirits. It is a waste of energy and energy, and there is no benefit at all."

Wang Gan felt helpless, he wanted to run away a little bit, these sword spirits almost didn't have complete spiritual intelligence, just a cruel and vicious idea, and then kept trying to devour his flesh and blood, such an enemy gave him a headache .

"Huh? Wang Gan, where have you been? This is? The ancient sword spirit, there is such a thing now? Okay, okay!"

A voice sounded in Wang Gan's heart. He heard it was the voice of the big devil baby. This guy has been cultivating in the devil's picture scroll recently. Even Wang Gan felt that his spiritual intelligence was getting better and better, and it seemed that he had begun to recover. Passing through the dark time and space, swallowing the mysterious magic energy, I want to start to restore my own strength.

"Huh? This ancient sword spirit is very difficult to deal with. What's so good about it?"

"Hey, what do you know? This ancient sword spirit has many benefits. These things are made of some ancient residual sword spirits and the remaining spirit of those masters who have used these sword weapons. They contain the purest spirit. Will, as long as these evil thoughts are refined, it can be refined into spiritual relics, which are treasures in practice, can strengthen the power of the soul of the primordial spirit, especially have a huge effect on the practice of swordsmanship, and condense the terrifying sword intent!"

The triumphant voice of the big demon baby sounded, and Wang Gan was overjoyed. This was an unexpected joy. These ancient sword spirits had such mysterious functions, which he had never thought of.

"Okay, I'm going to start to comprehend the way of the true immortal now, but the power of the soul and primordial spirit is still not strong enough. If there is such a thing as the spiritual relic, it will be much better. I don't know how much hard work has been saved!"

Wang Gan let out a long laugh, and with a wave of his hand, a pitch-black picture scroll flew out of the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and with a fierce scroll, thousands of ancient sword spirits disappeared, completely submerged in the pitch-black scroll, and then he The magic power surged, and the big demon baby cast layers of formations in the scroll to restrain him, and the pure magic light crushed it fiercely, and then transparent beads with a faint golden light appeared in his hands.

"This is the spiritual relic? Such pure spiritual power, good, very good, this ancient sword spirit has such benefits, it is really a great fortune, I can kill the sword spirit everywhere in this ancient sword tomb to condense the spiritual relic, see It is much easier to understand the Dao!"

Wang Gan opened his mouth and sucked in, and dozens of thumb-sized spiritual relics were swallowed. A stream of pure spiritual power was injected into the primordial spirit. In an instant, the light was shining brightly, and Wang Gan felt extremely refreshed. , the primordial spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness is completely full, and with every breath, you can feel all kinds of mysterious truths between heaven and earth!

He even felt that this spiritual relic contained some ancient charm of swordsmanship. After a little insight, he had a deeper understanding of Taiyi Sword Art. He stretched out his hand, and a pure and bright sword light shot out. The tough and sharp sword intent tore through the void and shook the world.

Now Wang Gan is completely interested, and he doesn't want to think about running away anymore. Although these ancient sword spirits are difficult to deal with, they are actually not in his eyes, but there is no benefit, and he is very unhappy to fight for nothing. , but it is different now, since he can condense such a strange thing as spiritual relics, his interest has completely risen, and he can't wait to rush to kill in the sword spirit.

Holding the scroll of the demon master in his hand, Wang Qian's vast energy and mana continuously poured into the scroll. This scroll of mighty warriors immediately swelled up crazily as if he had taken a great tonic. A huge scroll, ruthlessly Violently oscillating in the void, every time it oscillates, thousands of sword spirits are drawn in, and then Wang Gan opens his mouth to spew out streams of mana and fairy energy, and the big demon baby also tore out balls of pure sword spirits from the scroll. The celestial energy was burning, urging the countless formations in the picture scroll to restrict and refine it fiercely. These celestial energies were obtained by Wang Gan in the Golden Immortal Cemetery. Worried about running out, Wang Gan has sufficient capital to operate the powerful soldiers. ,

Therefore, in this dark world, Wang Gan is like a god, holding a picture scroll, galloping freely among countless sword spirits. Countless fierce sword spirits are swept by him, and then refined into spiritual relics one after another.

Feeling the spiritual relics condensed in the picture scroll, Wang Gan was about to smile. This harvest should not be too good. For him, the ancient sword tomb is not only not a dangerous place, but has become a place of danger. A great blessed land, as long as there are a lot of spiritual relics, Wang Gan will be able to practice in the future, and the power of the soul will be greatly increased. Whether it is condensing the fairy rules or comprehending the Dao, there will be great benefits.

After half an hour, Wang Qian felt that he had collected 10,000+ ancient sword spirits, and the world was silent, and no more sword spirits appeared. He knew that the sword spirits in this place had been completely wiped out by him.

After a little calculation, about a hundred sword spirits can condense one spiritual relic. Wang Gan now has more than a thousand spiritual relics, which is a big gain.

"Okay, I have a lot of spiritual relics. After I get out of here this time, I can keep swallowing them, strengthen the power of the primordial spirit, start refining the energy contained in the corpse of the golden fairy, and even separate a trace of the golden fairy. , I believe that it won't be long before you can comprehend the way of a true immortal and become a true immortal!"

Wang Gan kept planning in his mind. He got the most important treasure of the Golden Immortal Cemetery in the abyss swamp. The most important thing is that the soul power of the primordial spirit is not enough. Refining the body of the golden fairy in the realm of a fairy, if you are not careful, the vast golden fairy will shatter the soul primordial spirit, but with the spiritual relic, he is not afraid at all, and he can proceed to this One step of practice.

"Continue to kill the sword spirit, this is the real treasure in the sword grave!"

With a thought, Wang Qian has disappeared. He will continue to walk in this ancient sword tomb, and then look for more sword spirits to refine the spiritual relics. This is related to his next step of practice, and even the way of true immortals. , There will be no delay at all, you must know that entering this time and space this time is only ten days.