There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Cheng Lijun took a deep breath.

The thoughts that were released outward were withdrawn like a tide, and the inverted galaxy suddenly collapsed. The shadows of the flying swords scattered like meteors. In an instant, a brilliant sea of ​​stars appeared above the sword pool, like a sea of ​​stars swept by a tornado, with waves all over the sky.

Everything was normal, except...

Except for the seven ownerless top-grade flying swords, the sword pool has never had the shadows of flying swords with owners since its birth. They hovered above Cheng Lijun's head, rotating like planets around the sun, and the traction between them was Cheng Lijun's thoughts released outward.

At this time, Cheng Lijun's spiritual thoughts were tied to the shadows of the seven top-grade flying swords like a thin line.

Earlier, Jiang Xunyun had already felt exhausted after only forming traction with a medium-grade flying sword, and almost failed to pull the medium-grade flying sword back.

Even if the attributes of each other are compatible, in order to merge with it and capture the flying sword shadow, it would also consume a lot of spiritual thoughts.

For Jiang Xunyun, the shadow of a middle-grade flying sword is the limit.

Unlike Cheng Lijun, the flying swords in the entire sword pool came because of her. In the end, there were only seven top-grade flying swords circling and entwined. Each flying sword was compatible with her and had a relationship with her. It was not easy to choose one of them.

How to choose?

This is the problem facing Cheng Lijun.

If Nie Wushuang were here, he would definitely say that children make choices, and adults have to do it.

As if hearing Nie Wushuang's voice, Cheng Lijun gritted her teeth and did not make more choices. Instead, she pulled the shadows of the seven top-grade flying swords to her side through the traction of her spiritual consciousness. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, seven flying swords, seven colors, formed a colorful light.

They flew towards Cheng Lijun at the same time.

On the way, they merged into one, forming a colorful flying sword, and then dispersed again. Finally, they were pulled into the sea of ​​consciousness by Cheng Lijun.

With a muffled groan, Cheng Lijun shook for a moment.

As soon as she thought of it, she left the sword pool as if she was pushed out by the water and appeared at the entrance of the magic circle. At the same time, the abnormal movement of the sword pool disappeared and returned to normal.

Master Mingde could sense this change and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You know, even if he was Master Yangshen, he couldn't stand the abnormal change of the sword pool for a little longer, and at that time, he could only leave.

Fortunately, after Cheng Lijun came out, the sword pool returned to calm.

Could it be that the abnormal change of the sword pool was caused by the little girl in front of him?

Master Mingde looked at Cheng Lijun, his expression was uncertain, and the breath of Master Yangshen surged towards Cheng Lijun like a tide without any concealment.

If it were Cheng Lijun, who had not entered the sword pool a quarter of an hour ago, she would definitely not be able to withstand the burst of Master Yangshen's breath in front of her, because this time Master Mingde did not restrain it like last time, but Cheng Lijun now could resist it.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the shadows of seven top-grade flying swords merged together, and a ray of colorful rays of light was generated. It merged with the nebula chain that Cheng Lijun had wrapped around her soul, and produced a breath. This breath swirled in the sea of ​​consciousness, and actually blocked the breath invasion of Yangshen Zhenjun.

"Huh?"

Mingde Zhenjun snorted coldly.

He restrained most of his own breath.

"Failed?"

Someone in the crowd was whispering.

Earlier, when Jiang Xunyun came out, the shadow of the flying sword hovering above his head was very dazzling. Now, Cheng Lijun stood there, but there was no flying sword shadow floating above her head.

Could it be?

Xu Huanyan felt a little sad.

At the same time, Jiang Xunyun couldn't help but lower his head and almost laughed out loud.

However, he laughed too early!

Cheng Lijun's thoughts moved, and suddenly, there was a colorful ray of light with her body as the center, spreading in all directions, and the entire Wenjian Pavilion was illuminated by this colorful ray of light.

The aura of the Yangshen Zhenjun of Mingde Zhenjun was originally unique, and the jade-colored flying sword was originally unique. However, facing the colorful rays of light, it could not help but retreat and retreat to a corner of the Sword-asking Pavilion, no longer domineering and arrogant.

The shadow of a colorful flying sword flew out from the ancestral orifice between Cheng Lijun's eyebrows.

At the moment of leaving the orifice, the flying swords hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness of the innate real people swayed constantly, and bowed their heads in submission to the direction of the colorful flying sword like thousands of swords facing the master.

As for the others, those who had not yet entered the innate, the opened orifices could not help but close tightly, and the uncondensed consciousness hid in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, trembling.

Jiang Xunyun was a little miserable.

He captured the shadow of the middle-grade flying sword, which was only a shadow without a physical body, and was much worse than those real flying swords. Those flying swords just bowed their heads in submission, but the shadow of his flying sword was collapsing. Even if it was hidden in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, it could not resist the influence of the colorful rays of light.

Thanks to Jiang Huashan who was standing by and noticed something was wrong, he immediately took action, grabbed Jiang Xunyun, and split a part of his innate true qi into Jiang Xunyun's sea of ​​consciousness, which stabilized the shadow of the middle-grade flying sword and prevented it from collapsing.

However, it still couldn't be completely intact.

In just a few short breaths, the shadow of the middle-grade flying sword was downgraded and turned into the shadow of a low-grade flying sword.

Jiang Xunyun wanted to cry but had no tears.

The colorful flying sword shadow circled around Cheng Lijun like a little bird, and the colorful rays of light rushed out of the Sword-asking Pavilion, broke the control of the magic circle, and rushed into the sky. In an instant, it spread throughout the inner gate of the Sword-asking Sect, and even the three peaks of Tianheng Peak, Tianxuan Peak, and Tianji Peak were surrounded by colorful colors.

The sword array of the inner sect of the Sword-asking Sect was stimulated by the colorful rays of light, and all the swords rang out, and the sword energy of the array all bowed to the colorful rays of light.

In the entire Sword-asking Sect, everyone was at a loss, not knowing what to do. If the long sword was in the sheath, it would be unsheathed at this time, showing the three-foot green peak.

The colorful rays of light naturally illuminated Nie Wushuang's courtyard.

On the stone table beside Nie Wushuang was his sword, a very ordinary mortal long sword, but under the illumination of the colorful rays of light, the long sword never came out of the sheath.

Nor did it kowtow to the colorful rays of light like other similar ones.

A wisp of colorful aura penetrated into the scabbard and merged with the three-foot green peak, very well-behaved.

Nie Wushuang looked up and said nothing.

...

Top-grade flying sword!

The expression of Master Mingde was uncertain.

This little girl actually succeeded!

This is the first time in five hundred years!

"Take it..."

The voice of Master Mingde echoed in the Sword-Asking Pavilion.

Cheng Lijun thought, and the shadow of the colorful flying sword flew towards her like a bird, returning to the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness through the ancestral orifice between her eyebrows.

The colorful rays of light that illuminated the entire Sword-Asking Sect suddenly dissipated.

Cheng Lijun looked at Master Mingde with a firm look in her eyes.

Master Mingde understood the meaning in her eyes in an instant.

He sighed in his heart.

Three parts of surprise, three parts of joy, and four parts of confusion...

Then, he sent a telepathic message.

"You win!"

"I will let your junior brother go with you to the Heavenly Sword Sect!"