As soon as the sword sounded, Ai Hui felt a sense of his heart.

The originally illusory sword fog formed into sword light. When each sword light condensed, it would make a sword sound, like a chick breaking its shell and crying.

The sword sound of the clear and ecstatic sword is not yet powerful, but it is like the tiny sunshine piercing through the thick clouds, and a new joy grows from Ai Hui's heart.

The fog that wraps around the body churned violently, and the swords were ringing continuously through the fog. A series of slender green sword lights continued to rush out of the fog. If you look closely, you will find that their shapes are different, none of them are the same. The thin ones are like needles, the curved ones are like hooks, or willow leaves, or eyebrows, or grass, or like metal and stone, or as thick as mountains, or as light smoke.

The swords continued to ring, Ai Hui's mind was in agitation, and unspeakable emotions continued to accumulate in his heart.

His sword cultivation path is not just a bumpy one?

The sword cultivator has been in decline for a long time, and has no fixed style and no one to guide him. His understanding of swordsmanship basically comes from the sword body.

The method of practicing sword body is incomplete and obscure. In addition, there are differences in spiritual essences in ancient and modern times, Ai Hui's hard work is rather a mistake. Along the way, he was walking on thin ice and cautious.

The depression that had accumulated in the chest for a long time seemed to be surging undercurrents. They were surging and violently, almost about to break through his chest and fly straight to the sky!

Zheng!

The last sword sounded like a thorn, piercing into his mind.

Ai Hui had a cold war and opened his eyes.

The somewhat confused eyes swept away the haze, like the blue sky washed by water, and like the crystal clear ice, which makes people feel heart-wrenching. Countless sword lights surrounded Ai Hui, swift and agile, like a group of deep-sea green fish.

The golden light like a rainstorm almost flew in front of Ai Hui, and he could clearly see that the tip of the golden light arrow was turning sharply and dangerous.

The surging aura in his chest almost burst Ai Hui. Subconsciously, he clamped the sword technique in his hand and suddenly stopped the moving sword light around him. The next moment, all the sword lights in the sword group seemed to be attracted by magnets and suddenly penetrated into Ai Hui's body.

A dazzling green light burst out from Ai Hui's body, and there seemed to be a blue sun inside. Light around him flowed, and a huge blue sword shadow higher than Ai Hui slowly emerged from behind him.

Buzz!

The low sword sound shocked Ai Hui. Before he could figure out what was going on, he felt that a powerful force was carrying him, and a sudden burst of tears in front of him.

If someone watches, you will find an extremely spectacular scene.

A dazzling blue light suddenly lit up and disappeared, like a flash of blue lightning, piercing into the earth and illuminating this wonderful world.

boom!

Ai Hui's head was buzzing, and he was confused, but he felt indescribable and refreshing.

Gradually, his eyes returned to clear light, and he realized that he was standing at the bottom of a large pit. The depth of the pit was more than twenty feet, and the surrounding pit walls were as straight as a sharp, extremely smooth.

A lonely little blue sword was cruising not far from Ai Hui. Ai Hui was stunned for a moment, his mind moved, and the little blue sword flew happily towards him and landed in his palm. The little sword was only the size of a palm, and it was blue all over, looking neither gold nor wood, and it was the most common standard.

This is the sword light just now? Why didn’t it disappear?

Rumble.

Outside the pit, a low roar was moving away, as if the fleeing beasts were panic.

He jumped gently, flew out of the pit, and looked around. It turned out that it was a black wave of air wrapped in countless dust, like a towering circular wall, crushing towards the distance.

The blue little sword followed him, extremely agile.

Where is the golden ring vine?

The neat pit on the ground was like a sharp knife cutting out the frozen grease. Ai Hui walked along the way and knew how hard the black rock on the ground was.

Is this...the one I just hit?

He was a little incredible.

Suddenly, he saw a golden light from the corner of his eye.

Um?

He landed at the bottom of the pit, and a piece of broken vine was inserted on the ground. The broken vine was about three feet long, as straight as an arrow shaft, and the vine body was distributed in circles of golden rings, totaling six paths. The golden light that just lit up was the golden ring.

The golden ring vine disappeared, leaving only this piece of vine left.

Ai Hui pulled out the golden ring and started with heavy weight. He tried to pull the rifle, which was very hard. If he hadn't seen the golden ring vine prey on his own, he would have thought it was a metal arrow shaft.

Intuition told him that this broken vine is a good treasure, although he didn't know what it could be used for.

He was about to put it away when suddenly a small blue sword surrounding him floated over him and pecked on the broken vine.

Click!

Just like a squirrel eating a biscuit, the broken vine in Ai Hui's hand was shorter, and he was stunned.

The sword...eat the vine?

Crack Crack Crack!

Before Ai Hui could react, the green sword nipped the broken vine so that only Ai Hui had a small piece of it. The broken vine, which was harder than iron, was extremely crisp in front of the sword.

Seeing this, Ai Hui simply threw half of the broken vine in his hand to the green small sword. Crack, and in the blink of an eye, the broken vine was eaten by the sword so much that it was not even left.

Ai Hui was surprised and interesting when he witnessed the whole process. He was obviously a small sword transformed by the sword light, but it looked like a pet.

After eating the broken vine, the little sword was like a bird that was too full to burst. Not only was it a little bigger, it shaking in the air, like drunkenness, and inexplicably cute.

Ai Hui couldn't help but grin, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

The shaking little sword suddenly exploded and split into two.

Two green lights flashed away, and two small green swords flew happily and flexibly around Ai Hui.

Ai Hui's smile froze, his expression was dull, and he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

After a moment, he came to his senses, turned his head suddenly, and his vicious eyes fell on another plant not far away.

After a loud sword sound, there was a loud bang, the ground vibrated, and the lingering sound was accompanied by smoke and dust.

In a huge pit, Ai Hui found a brown rhizome and threw it into the air. Four blue sword lights intertwined in front of him. Crack, the rhizome and stem of the plant disappeared.

Ai Hui widened his eyes, afraid of missing a detail.

He felt that the green sword was likely to change again this time.

The four flying swords swayed, and the four sounds were soft, and they were divided into two at the same time.

Eight blue flying swords!

Ai Hui whistled. He was very satisfied. He did not stop, but continued to move forward. Since he knew that the remaining essence of the strange plants could be fed the sword, Ai Hui started killing. Ai Hui had swept away all the plants wherever he passed, wherever he looked.

What danger is unknown, all of them were thrown out of the sky by Ai Hui, and there was only the increasing blue sword in his eyes.

Breaking the virtual and entering the real means that Ai Hui's sword fetus has entered a new realm. At this level, the sword fetus nurtured by the spirit of energy and spirit will turn from virtual to real, becoming the real sword in the hands of the sword cultivator.

The sword is born with a mature fertility, and from an invisible sword to an invisible sword, this is an essential transformation.

Ancient sword cultivators believed that the sword fetus was born from the soul, and the way of the sword fetus was actually the way of the soul and soul cultivation. The sword born from the sword fetus was the real soul sword. The "soul" was separated and they all had the word "ghost", so it was also called the ghost sword.

Once the ghost sword is generated, it is not within the five elements, and it is amazingly powerful. It is also born from the soul of the sword cultivator himself, and it is the real natal sword. When it comes to the mutual understanding of his mind, no matter how he refines the flying sword, it is far inferior to the ghost sword.

Another terrifying thing about the ghost sword is that it can directly damage the enemy's soul.

Once an ancient sword cultivator practiced a ghost sword, he would be able to be proud of himself.

However, the method of sword fetus is of course powerful, but it is not without its disadvantages. On the one hand, the practice is extremely difficult and obscure. It is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will never be able to recover. Since ancient times, famous sects have focused on the grand road of gradually accumulating strength. The method of sword fetus is dangerous and unpredictable, and they do not take it. Most of them are practiced by some casual cultivators.

And there is another disadvantage.

If an ordinary sword cultivator is damaged, it will be replaced with a flying sword. Those sword cultivators who have been pursuing their lives to nourish a sword will be damaged and seriously injured. Once the ghost sword is damaged, the soul will be directly injured. The soul will be damaged at the least, and the body and spirit will be destroyed at the worst.

Generally speaking, there is only one ghost sword for a sword-woven practitioner. As long as you break the virtual and enter the real, the ghost sword will naturally take shape.

Ai Hui's sword body is very different from ordinary people. It is a group of swords composed of many small swords. This also makes his ghost sword very different from others.

It was greatly reduced to the difficulty of breaking the virtual and entering the real, but the ghost sword he cultivated was only a semi-finished product. Looking at the lonely ghost swords, thinking about the swords with countless swords, his ghost sword was completely out of reach.

However, although it is not a fully formed ghost sword, it greatly improves Ai Hui's strength.

And this strange place is simply an excellent place for him to practice ghost swords. It is precisely because he continues to hunt and kill strange plants along the way and plunder their essence that Ai Hui's number of ghost swords has increased to eight.

Ai Hui's sword body is divided into yin and yang, and the ghost swords produced are also divided into yin and yang. Now there are eight flying swords, four yin and four yang.

After finding out that the blue sword is a ghost sword, Ai Hui made some guesses about this strange place.

Every time the sky still has snowflakes of different colors, and his ghost sword also likes these snowflakes. Ai Hui guessed that these snowflakes should be something that can nourish the soul.

Although I don’t know where these snowflakes come from, it is these magical and beautiful snowflakes that build this wonderful world.

Plants begin to have a trace of soul under the nourishment of snowflakes. This is why they devour each other and show the characteristics of animals, unlike ordinary plants. The essence obtained by Ai Hui to kill plants is the trace of soul produced by plants. They are the best food for ghost swords.

Human souls are extremely complex. Using ghost swords to devour people's souls will not only fail to strengthen the ghost sword, but will instead make the ghost swords unbearable and backfire the sword cultivator.

The sword body that practices the sword has been considered rare and remote since ancient times, but has never been regarded as an evil path.

However, the soul of the plants here is extremely pure and has no self-awareness.

Ai Hui had never heard of such a strange place.

Thinking of her coma, Ai Hui thought, was it Chi Tong who pulled herself into this place?

He remembered the cultivation books he had read before.

In the era of cultivation, there is a saying of heavens and all worlds. Each world is a small world, and cultivators can go to and from all walks of life.

Could it be that Chi Tong leaves a place for herself to nourish her soul? That’s right, that must be the case. Chi Tong’s devil’s thoughts on death are good, and does not all need to nourish her soul if she takes over the body and resurrection?

It is naturally unlikely for ordinary people, but the ancient demon god has such a long lifespan and is well prepared for himself to resurrection. It is normal to find a boundary ruin that has not yet collapsed and leave some back-up skills.

Ten is that Chi Tong was finally angry that he had deceived him and dragged himself here before he died.

The more Ai Hui thought about it, the more likely he felt, and his mood suddenly improved. Looking around, the scenery in his eyes immediately became very different.

This is your own big granary!
Chapter completed!