Moreover, the understanding of the sword's intention, the coherence between the sword's energy and the body, and the exertion of one's own strength will be greatly improved.

Not to mention, only those who have the heart of the sword can refine their own flying sword after the heart of the sword is completely stable.

It can be said that only a person who condenses his sword heart is qualified to be called a sword cultivator in the true sense.

In the Cultivation Continent, generally only when the domain reaches the fifth level, the sword heart will begin to condense.

Like Di Ming, who had condensed his sword heart at the fourth level of the domain, there were only a few in the entire Immortal Cultivation Continent.

But what about Miss Jun? She is only at the third level of the realm!

Moreover, in the land of Cultivation Continent, where the energy is mixed, the sword heart actually condensed!

If it weren't for Di Ming who said this, Han Ye would have said directly: "Nonsense, you condensed the sword heart in a dream!"

The one who reacted fastest was Yingmei.

A smile of excitement and anticipation appeared on her usually cold face: "That's great, you are worthy of being Miss Jun."

"Your Majesty, does that mean that Miss Jun can come to the Immortal Cultivation Continent faster and become the mistress of the Extreme Realm faster?"

Di Ming's face was cold, but his eyes were sparkling.

He remembered what Muyan said to him: he wanted to be a wife worthy of him and comparable to him, not a canary in a cage.

Because he made such a promise, he worked hard non-stop on Yan Yan.

Never before in this moment did Di Ming believe that Muyan also loved him, as if he had a heart to heart.

Because I love him, I do whatever it takes to become stronger.

Because I love him, I work hard to get closer to him and work hard to make them a real family.

"Your Majesty..." Han Ye originally wanted to ask Di Ming if he was sure that Muyan had really condensed the heart of the sword.

When he looked up, he was a little shocked.

I saw a gentle and caring smile on Di Ming's face.

At that moment, the monarch, who had always been cold, aloof and aloof, was as happy as a child.

The already extremely handsome face suddenly became as bright as the morning glow, making people enchanted and fascinated, but they only wanted to surrender and look up to him, and regard him as their lifelong faith.

Han Ye was stunned, then suddenly knelt down and bowed: "Your Majesty, Miss Jun is the only one in this world who is worthy of you. She will definitely become the mistress of Jiyu. No, the mistress of Jiyu can only

It’s Miss Jun!”

Di Ming calmed down, looked down at him, and said calmly: "Three months in the Purgatory Pool, temporarily exempted."

Han Ye's words were originally spoken in accordance with his true heart and his feelings.

Unexpectedly, by chance, he was spared from the purgatory pool for three months, and he was immediately overjoyed.

Sure enough, in front of your Majesty, there is no other principle. As long as you praise Miss Jun, it is right. Hehe!

Han Ye bowed down and was about to thank him, when suddenly there was a violent fluctuation in the barrier not far away.

Immediately afterwards, dense crowds of ghosts roared and rushed in crazily.

Han Ye's face changed drastically: "How could this happen? Isn't the barrier about to be stabilized?"

Ying Mei shouted sharply: "Xuanbu obeys the order! Kill!!"

"kill!!"

Di Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and in his palm, a weapon that looked like a sword but not a sword, or a knife but not a knife appeared faintly.

I can't tell the color or shape of this weapon at all.

However, as soon as the ghost appeared and wanted to get close to Di Ming, he instinctively felt fear and whined and wanted to retreat.
Chapter completed!