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At this moment, the golden pond hanging above his head also seemed to have lost its energy supply, the light gradually faded, and Yuan Futu's translucent body slowly returned to its original shape. He knelt on the ground, like a walking corpse that lost its soul, His face looked like he was recovering from a serious illness.

As soon as Jian Twelve waved his hand, the golden cage turned into a large piece of brilliance and dissipated in the air, and then he lifted Yuan Futu up, and said with a stern look: "I have come this far, and I will never fail. As long as we gather enough spirit stones, we will definitely be able to pull out the Chaos Spirit Treasure!"

Yuan Futu struggled to open his heavy eyes, a pale smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said weakly: "It's mine...anyone...don't want to take it away."

Jian Twelve snorted coldly, "Forget it, I have finally recovered some of my strength now."

"Shen Wuyu has... an immortal weapon, you still... have to lose." Yuan Futu was so weak that he couldn't even speak intermittently, but he expected that with the current strength of Jian Twelve, he couldn't beat Shen who was carrying an immortal weapon at all. No desire, not to mention that there are so many masters around him.

Jian Twelve One reversed his previous kind face, and seemed to show his true heart completely, without any hiding, and said with a sneer: "The power of chaos is only part of my plan, I want to become stronger, so strong that I can Of course, the battle against the old monk of the Six Paths is not limited to this."

Yuan Futu's heart trembled, and he seemed to have a bad premonition, but he couldn't guess what Jian Twelve, who was already almost insane, would do. When you look up, it's not even a grade.

The twelve fingers of the sword stretched out, and a golden sword was condensed out of thin air, shining brightly, but dense and chaotic lines emerged on the blade of the sword, which was a sign of fusion with the power of the Lingbao.

As soon as he looked up, the arched dome was completely blown away by this majestic force, and the cold and strong wind poured in, mixed with a lot of rain.

"let's go!"

Jian Twelve held Yuan Futu in one hand and flew out of this hidden cave mansion in a bright golden light.

Yuan Futu's body was limp like a puddle of mud. He felt that his limbs no longer belonged to him, and he couldn't even move his fingers. He let Jian Twelve lead him through the rainy night.

Maybe it was already dawn, but thick dark clouds covered the top, covering up all the light.

Under the clouds, there was only a golden light piercing the sky, which was extremely dazzling.

Back Mountain.

Dozens of casual cultivators and disciples of the Qinghu Gang searched nearby. They knew in their hearts that whoever could find the seriously injured Jian Twelve first would be a great achievement. Indispensable, so they all work extra hard.

Among them, two casual cultivators in the realm of Dharma Gods were above a mountain peak, dispersing the true essence to the widest range, searching for all signs of life.

call!

Suddenly, a golden light came from far to near, and its speed was almost monstrous, and it directly hit the body of one of the magic god masters.

This casual cultivator's limbs were shattered, his internal organs were shaken out, and his whole body was turned into a ball of flesh, which was horrible.

"Oops, someone is sneak attacking!" Another Dharma God exclaimed. While casting a defensive barrier, he looked intently, only to find a burly figure in white clothes standing in the air, and that person was holding a man.

"sword……."

Before Twelve could say it, a golden sword pierced through his brain, and his life was forbidden.

"Why...why did you bring...me here?" Yuan Futu didn't expect that Jian Twelve would put himself in danger, and returned to the back mountain of Jianzong again.

Jian Twelve's eyes were serious, and he said calmly: "This is my place, I must come back."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his right hand, pressed his five fingers firmly into the void, and released a terrifying true essence.

At this moment, the entire void vibrated violently, and earth-shaking changes took place in the vitality of the heavens and the earth within several miles. Just hearing a loud noise, countless huge halos spread out of thin air, releasing brilliance of various colors , just like the beast phoenix spreading its wings, the divine splendor is mighty.

Shocked!

Facing this familiar formation, looking at the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect, the one who can truly be called the Lord of Shocking Gods is Jian Twelve, and only the suzerains of past generations can thoroughly grasp all the mysteries in the formation.

He took Yuan Futu and rushed into the formation extremely quickly, but he didn't take a fixed trajectory like Xiaonan, but directly came to the center of the formation by crossing the shortest distance.

This is like his home, so familiar that it has become a habit.

Yuan Futu once again saw the gate made of black stones, majestic, majestic and inviolable.

Jian Twelve silently walked into this known as the biggest secret of Tianxuan Sword Sect.

Sword Tomb Secret Realm.

There is a smell of decay in the gloomy cave. This is the place where the bones are buried. On the blood-colored mound piled up not far away, there are countless sword-shaped spiritual treasures scattered in the center. , it is the Qingfeng sword that Yuan Futu once visualized.

Jian Twelve casually threw Yuan Futu on the ground, without the slightest expression fluctuation on his face, and walked to the front of this bone-burying place with unusually heavy steps, but his eyes were locked on the first suzerain's youth. On the sharp sword.

Yuan Futu seemed to have regained some strength, struggled to get up, leaned against the stone wall, looked at Jian Twelve's back, and said, "It will be useless to do what you do now, you are outnumbered, unless you go to the Tongtian Sword Tower and release the old Nangong and the others." Come out, but I dare say, Shen Wuyu is waiting for you in front of the sword tower right now."

Jian Twelve was silent for a while, and said: "I don't need anyone's strength, I can defeat Shen Wuyu."

Yuan Futu sneered mockingly, "Even if you get the first suzerain's sword, it can't compete with an immortal artifact, let alone an immortal artifact like a vestment."

The sword of the first suzerain is a supreme-level spiritual treasure. Lingbao of this level has derived spiritual consciousness. They know how to recognize the master. That is to say, no one except the first suzerain can exert its true power unless This Qingfeng sword recognized its owner again.

"Now that I have the power of chaos in my body, coupled with my cultivation in the realm of transforming the sky, I can definitely control this sword, for sure!"

Jian Twelve murmured expressionlessly, as if he was reciting an obscure incantation, and suddenly he was covered with golden light, bursting out with mighty and mighty bright true essence, but deep in the golden light, there were clusters of The chaotic flames looked very strange.

"You've been here long enough, get out of the way!"

Pointing like a sword, he moved forward fiercely, and the target was the Qingfeng sword of the first suzerain!