But now the stone statue seemed to be decayed, with mottled spots on it, as if it had experienced tens of millions of years and was severely weathered. Lou Jinchen stretched out his hand to touch the stone statue, and the stone skin fell like sand and dust.

"A statue of the 'Sword Spirit' attracts the secret spirit to attach itself to it, so that the sword in the mountain can be brought to life, and then the sword spirit can be combined with itself. Unfortunately, it still borrowed external force and ended up taking a shortcut. We must practice in this way.

Self-cultivation is the foundation, and if there are shortcuts that only improve strength but cannot increase one's self-cultivation realm, they are all external methods and are not enough to rely on."

Lou Jinchen said, Xue Baoer followed beside him, nodding silently.

Lou Jinchen stood under the stone statue, overlooking the Sword Spirit Mountain where the sword was hidden, and feeling the sword intent in the mountain, but he couldn't find a real sword for a while.

There was a sudden movement in his heart, and he spit out a ball of White Tiger and Golden Evil from his lungs. This ball of White Tiger and Golden Evil had been gestating in his lungs for a long time, and it felt like a flesh-and-blood connection with him.

After the ball of golden-white brilliance was spit out, it turned into the phantom of a white tiger and wandered in the mountain. Wherever it passed, sword energy converged on it.

Suddenly, there seemed to be swords resounding like waves in the mountains.

It was as if an illusory sword flew out of the soil, emerged from the rocks, emerged from the trees, and merged into the mass of white tiger and golden evil spirits.

Those false swords were of different sizes and colors, turning into streaks of light and piercing the white tiger's body.

That is not a real sword, it may be called sword spirit, sword intention or sword energy.

It looked like the white tiger had hundreds of swords inserted into its body. Lou Jinchen could clearly feel the weight of the white tiger's golden evil transformation, and it was no longer pure.

But Lou Jinchen felt the opportunity to refine this white tiger and golden evil spirit into the real sword pill in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to take back the white tiger golden devil. The white tiger golden devil was like a small doll, transformed into a palm-sized one and landed on Lou Jinchen's hand. Of course, Lou Jinchen could not swallow him into his lungs at this time.

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Because it absorbed too much alien sword energy, he had to melt it into the White Tiger Golden Fiend.

"Protect me." After Lou Jinchen finished speaking, he sat cross-legged, causing the blazing sun to gather in his palms, and then covered the white tiger that was as big as a toad.

The fire surged, and Lou Jinchen's Dharma thoughts enveloped it.

If things that are incompatible with each other quickly merge together, and these sword spirits are attracted by the White Tiger and Golden Fiend, it means that they are compatible. Although there are differences, Lou Jinchen feels that they can be fused.

His thoughts of Dharma were placed in the palm of his hand, and at this moment, it was like a furnace, melting the little white tiger in his palm.

The originally floating White Tiger and Golden Demon became solid and heavy after absorbing so many sword spirits, which gave Lou Jinchen an idea.

Your own 'alloy' sword turns into a rainbow, from real to virtual, and people also go from real to virtual, leading to longevity and longevity. Then virtual things must go from virtual to real, and then they seem to have taken root in this world.

It is the roots that absorb nutrients, and this is how the secret spirit is.

Well, this White Tiger Golden Fiend has always been light and difficult to use. Although it has wonderful uses, it has always been used by him to refine swords. Now that it is combined with so many sword spirits, it may be able to achieve some kind of qualitative breakthrough.

He sat there with his eyes closed, and the sword embedded in the white tiger in his palm was like wax, slowly melting in the firelight.

Lou Jinchen could clearly feel that the many sword spirits in his hand were merging with the Yang Fire gathered by his thoughts.

However, at this time, there was a voice that said with grief and anger: "Who is it? Who destroyed the foundation of my Sword Spirit Mountain!"
Chapter completed!