In fact, she had originally planned to use the Heavenly Secret Mirror to find a sword soul for each of Zhuang Ping'an and others. Unfortunately, the Holy Soul Illusion was only open for a shorter time, only twelve hours in total. If she came one by one, it might not even be enough time to walk, so she had to give up the idea in the end.
After all, one has to rely on oneself to cultivate. She can help them temporarily, but she cannot help them forever. If they have to rely on her for everything, it may not be a good thing. Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan felt relieved.
"You silly girl, are you itching for trouble? You even dare to play tricks on your uncle." Yue Fanchen then realized that he had been teased by Mu Hanyan, and said with the airs of an elder.
Mu Hanyan ignored him and directly concentrated her spiritual thoughts into the Tianji Mirror. Soon, a familiar golden beam of light appeared before her eyes. Quickening her pace, Mu Hanyan walked in the direction pointed by the beam of light.
"Hey, hey, your uncle is talking to you. You kid, you are so rude." Being directly ignored by Mu Hanyan, Yue Fanchen, the uncle, felt very embarrassed and kept nagging as he walked.
"Oh, why can't it be used again? Is it broken? This is troublesome. Uncle, I guess your injury cannot be cured." Mu Hanyan suddenly slowed down, fiddling with the Tianji Mirror in her hand, and said with a distressed look on her face.
"What? Let me see, let me see, how come it broke? It was fine last time?" Yue Fanchen was anxious and didn't care about putting on airs as an elder. He snatched the Tianji Mirror from Mu Hanyan's hand and started fiddling with it.
Unfortunately, no matter how he fiddled with it, the Tianji Mirror didn't react at all. Yue Fanchen was sweating profusely and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. When he turned his head, he suddenly noticed a fox-like smirk on Mu Hanyan's face.
Yue Fanchen finally realized that he had been fooled by this naughty girl again.
"Han Yan, stop teasing me. Business is important. Business is important." Yue Fanchen no longer dared to act like an elder and said with a smile.
Mu Hanyan wouldn't waste time teasing him, so she took the Heavenly Secret Mirror. In fact, she hadn't stopped even when she was talking to Yue Fanchen.
Following the direction indicated by the Heavenly Secret Mirror, the two of them quickly rushed towards the depths of the Holy Soul Illusion.
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At the edge of the Holy Soul Illusion, the invisible barrier suddenly emerged with a water-like halo, like the legendary door of time and space. An old man with a haggard face passed through it and appeared in the Holy Soul Illusion. It was Ao Fangchen.
Sword Saints who have comprehended their own sword arts cannot enter the Holy Soul Illusion Realm. Otherwise, their sword arts will be unacceptable to the sword souls of those powerful ones. At the very least, they will be seriously injured. At the worst, their sword arts will be completely destroyed, and even their lives will be in danger. This has been regarded as an iron rule by many disciples of the Holy Court, and even a taboo like the laws of heaven and earth.
But at this moment, seven bright lights flashed outside Ao Fangchen's body, showing seven colors of light: red, orange, red, green, blue, and purple, like seven stars holding the moon, flying around him up and down.
The seven-colored light spread out in all directions like countless tiny silk threads. In the entire Holy Soul Illusion, all the murderous intent and violence became much softer, including the sword spirits left behind by those powerful men. Of course, the power of his own swordsmanship also weakened a lot.
For those cultivators who entered the Holy Soul Illusion, this change was so subtle that no one could notice it unless they paid close attention. However, for Ao Fangchen, such a tiny change was enough to enable him to resist the sword spirits of those powerful men.
On his body, an octagonal magic weapon was releasing a wonderful rhythm, and the light that seemed like seven stars gathered together was shining through the magic weapon.
This was called the Seven-Star Heaven-Fixing Plate, and it was painstakingly crafted by the seven elders of Shenlao Peak. Their original goal was to enter the Holy Soul Illusionary Realm, once again comprehending the powerful sword spirits and improving their cultivation. Unfortunately, they didn't live to see the Holy Soul Illusionary Realm open, but instead witnessed the great battle between the Holy Court and the Divine Temple.
They were able to rescue the young Lord Saint from the Temple Master thanks to the Seven-Star Heaven-Fixing Plate, but the Temple Master was too powerful. Of the seven elders of Shenlao Peak, six died in the battle, and only Ao Fangchen survived.
Having lived for thousands of years, his mindset had naturally changed significantly. He no longer held the same expectations for the powerful Sword Spirits in the Holy Soul Illusion. The Seven-Star Compass, for him, served as a remembrance of his deceased loved ones. However, this time, Han Yutang was severely injured, his cultivation completely destroyed, and he once again took out this magical instrument.
At Holy Sword Peak, Mu Hanyan had the protection of Jian Wuchen and Ye Lanxun, as well as the Holy Lord's favor. He had no chance of avenging Han Yutang. And when the Holy Soul Illusionary Realm training was over, Mu Hanyan and the others would head to the North Abyss Mist Plain, leaving him with no chance either. This moment was his only chance.
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"Is it still not right?" Yue Fanchen said reluctantly, looking at the blue flame on the ground swaying in the wind like a ghost fire from the underworld.
At first glance, the fire seems to be no different from the phosphorescent fire in the wilderness, but if you look closely, you will find that in the center of the flame there is actually an exquisite sword shadow standing. No matter how the flame fluctuates, the sword shadow is as steady as a green mountain and does not move at all.
This is the sword spirit left behind by the ancient powerful man!
Along the way, with the guidance of the Tianji Mirror, they have discovered no less than ten powerful sword spirits, but Mu Hanyan only took a few glances each time and hurried away with him.
You have to know that this is the powerful sword soul that countless disciples of the Holy Court dream of. Others would probably not be able to find one even if they tried their best. But she gave up so easily, and even turned a blind eye to it. Even Yue Fanchen felt sorry for her.
"No." Mu Hanyan said affirmatively.
In fact, she felt it was a pity to give up so easily, but she had to give up. Although these sword spirits looked weak, if she explored them with her divine sense, she would find that they contained extremely powerful powers. Even for her, it was definitely not that easy to comprehend them, let alone Yue Fanchen. She didn't want to waste time.
Besides, if Yue Fanchen cannot repair his foundation, what is the use of comprehending these sword spirits?
"How do you know?" Yue Fanchen couldn't help but ask.
"Don't ask too many questions. Just trust me." Mu Hanyan said.
Since that sword spirit was left by the mysterious woman, it would naturally have some resonance with her. In fact, when she checked Jian Wuchen's injury recovery a few days ago, she found that as his injury gradually healed, Wuchen's swordsmanship also gradually recovered, and it had a subtle resonance with her as if they were telepathically connected. This was obviously because his Wuchen swordsmanship came from that sword spirit. Mu Hanyan even suspected that the reason why she felt particularly close to Jian Wuchen when she saw him was also related to this.
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