Feng Hanxuan didn't know that he had been discovered. With his cultivation level, it was impossible for anyone to discover him unless he was at the peak of the Spiritualization Realm.

Yanyan Rabbit squatted in the grass beside the stream, and a pair of red rabbit eyes were staring thoughtfully at the spiritual mist on the water surface. This spiritual energy, which was so thick that it was visible to the naked eye, appeared out of thin air, covering the entire area in the thick mist. There was no spiritual vein under this stream.

Obviously, it was his master again.

Gu Jiang's demonic energy was being dissolved.

This was not good news for Feng Hanxuan. Gu Jiang was to him like a spiritual vein to a righteous cultivator. A righteous cultivator drew spiritual energy into his body and refined it into his own true essence. Feng Hanzhuan drew the "Blood Moon Shadow" into his body for cultivation. The magic energy he refined was taken for his own use. Even Gu Jiang could not take it back.

There are five kinds of magic energy in this world. After more than two thousand years of consumption, the magic energy of the other four demon ancestors is scattered everywhere. I think they are at the end of their strength. The demon cultivators compete for the magic energy and fight each other endlessly.

However, Gu Jiang has a strict control over his magic energy. There are countless people in this world who covet the "Blood Moon Shadow", but so far, there is still only Feng Hanzhuan, which is equivalent to one person sitting on a sacred mountain.

Even if it is a sacred mountain, if it is continuously melted, it will eventually dry up. What's more, the sacred mountain is for everyone to take whatever they want, but the demon ancestors will not.

Nie Yinzhi is really a disaster.

The dense spiritual energy in the forest naturally attracted the attention of another person. A cloak-winged butterfly fluttered in the spiritual mist, and the queen butterfly landed on the fingertips of a person wearing an ice silk glove.

Yu Yaoqing was extremely respectful to the monk who controlled the cloak-winged butterfly and asked, "Master Luo, what should we do now?"

This Master Luo was Luo Sheng, the leader of the Dizi Sect of the Taixu Sect.

Luo Sheng was wrapped up tightly from head to toe, revealing only a paper-like face. His facial features were lifeless. His mouth did not move, but he could still speak: "According to the plan, we are here to restore the 'Sword Mountain and Sword Forest' to the human world, not to fight with Gu Jiang. Unless he takes the initiative to attack, we must not provoke him."

Everyone nodded in agreement. After Luo Sheng finished speaking, he waved his long sleeves and removed the hidden barrier. Several lights in the air scattered everywhere.

Yan Yi led several people from the Yunji Sect to land on the cliff outside the Sword Forest. It was the cliff where Nie Yinzhi and Gu Jiang stayed before. This was the only conspicuous place to stay outside the Sword Forest.

"Go." Yan Yi said.

After An Huai and Xiao Ling exchanged greetings, they jumped into the sword forest together.

The sword energy lingering above the valley entangled the two of them, accepting them. The sword energy of different attributes was intimate and repulsive. The two people had a clear purpose and ran to the center platform without stopping.

The sound of the sword in An Huai's mind seemed to be urging him to die. It was obviously his first time here, but he was familiar with it as if he had been here many times. He was pulled forward by the sword energy like a puppet.

Xiao Ling was behind him, holding the little white bird in her palm, looking around.

The spiritual swords here are indeed incomparable in the current world of cultivation. The swords of the several predecessors who entered the Divine Realm today can be compared with this one, but those spiritual swords are the result of sword cultivators using their own sword energy to sharpen them day after day, and they have cultivated their own spirits for many years.

However, the spiritual swords here are born with sword spirits, and their benefits to cultivators can be imagined. If they are successfully matched, they will definitely send her back to the Golden Core Realm.

Xiao Ling's internal organs were broken, and her spiritual foundation and spiritual veins have been rebuilt. The Ruyi sword energy in her body is already very weak. There is a silkworm spirit spell to cover the sword energy. When she re-matches the life sword, she will transfer and fuse the sword energy bit by bit.

The central platform soon appeared in front of them. An Huai and Xiao Ling stepped onto the stone platform, each occupying one end, and sat down cross-legged.

On the edge of the cliff, Yan Yi had already left, and only Ye Jing was still guarding here. The person who made all the monks extremely alert was actually nesting on the green pine beside the cliff. The

familiar light blue sword light overflowed from the sky above the sword forest, and all the thorns were shattered. The half-sealed spirit sword was finally completely free. The dragon spirit under the claws of the swan suddenly became energetic, and the biting cold air overflowed from it. The pure white flame on the claws of the swan shrank visibly in the cold air.

"Let it go." Nie Yinzhi said softly.

The swan angrily pecked at the dragon spirit, and then let go of its claws, aggrievedly hugging its shrunken claws with its wings.

Nie Yinzhi rubbed its bird head.

The dragon spirit twisted unwillingly for a moment, disappeared from its original position, and returned to the sword body. The long sword above the sword forest let out a long roar, and the sword light became brighter, transforming into a long water-blue dragon, which fell onto the central platform as it was summoned.

Not long after the blue sword light dimmed, a group of pink clouds suddenly appeared in the sky above the other side of the sword forest. A thin sword was wrapped in the pink cloud. Upon closer inspection, the pink cloud was actually composed of petals, presenting a sunset-like wonder.

"Peach blossom? Is it also a sword spirit?" It was the first time that Nie Yinzhi saw such a sword light.

Gu Jiang corrected her, "It's the cherry blossoms. Everything has a spirit, so naturally they can become sword spirits."

Since Xiao Ling had summoned the sword, she naturally released her consciousness. While admiring the beautiful scenery, Nie Yinzhi asked, "Can you feel Zhu Yan's aura?"

Gu Jiang nodded, "In her spirit altar."

Nie Yinzhi smiled, "Well, then let's send them both into a dream, trap Zhu Yan's consciousness in Xiao Ling's dream, and solve the problem together."

"It's just that the young man will be implicated and fall asleep with them." She tugged at Gu Jiang's sleeve, "My consciousness cannot resist Zhu Ni, so I'll borrow your consciousness. You must protect me and the young man."

Gu Jiang hummed and said a little dissatisfiedly, "Nie Yinzhi, you are getting more perfunctory in asking me to do things for you now."

Nie Yinzhi formed seals with her fingers quickly, and the formation that had been arranged in advance on the center platform of the Sword Forest was activated by her. Her mind was on the "Marry Dream" spell, and she said absent-mindedly, "Huh? How can it be perfunctory?"

Gu Jiang pursed her lips, "You don't even call me brother now? And you still say it's not perfunctory?" When Nie Yinzhi asked him to do things before, the voice of calling him "brother" was both artificial and contrived, and it was so coquettish that it made people's scalps numb.

Nie Yinzhi: "..." Isn't it because I'm afraid that you'll be too soft-hearted and start to get angry again! Don't think that I won't know that you've started to smoke again just because you're not smoking in front of me.

She temporarily ignored the devil's unreasonable behavior, and made a beautiful seal with her fingers, with a small golden bell hanging in her palm.

The Dream Marrying Technique requires something to attract the gods, and the bell in Nie Yinzhi's hand itself has the effect of shaking the state of mind. This is a small unorthodox magic she learned by chance during her previous training. With the idea of ​​​​fun, she spent her own money and secretly asked someone to refine a small bell.

Now it can be used to perform the Dream Marrying Technique.

On the center platform of the Sword Forest, a scarlet long sword was hanging in front of Xiao Ling. She was nervously in contact with the sword energy, and she vaguely heard a crisp tinkling sound in her ears. Before she could tell whether the sound was real or fake, her consciousness was dragged into a whirlpool and she fell softly to the ground.

An Huai stood up holding his spirit sword, paused, and then fell to the ground without any warning.

Xiao Ling gradually woke up, and as she woke up, the pain that had penetrated her bones also woke up. She groaned in pain, and someone immediately helped her up, held her in his arms, held her wrists and injected spiritual power into her to relieve her pain.

A familiar voice whispered beside her ear: "Lingling, does it hurt?"

Xiao Ling didn't feel any comfort when she heard the voice. Instead, she was frightened and wanted to push him away immediately, but she had no strength in her body. Even moving her fingers was painful. Without the little white bird by her side, she couldn't see anything and couldn't let go of her consciousness.

The pain of the miasma biting her bones easily pulled her back to the nightmare of the past.

Why? She was clearly in harmony with the Life Sword just a moment ago, and the scarlet sword energy flowed along her meridians, as if injecting new blood into her body. Xiao Ling was full of joy at being reborn, so why was she back here in the blink of an eye? Back to the time when she was full of miasma and in excruciating pain?

Which side is real? Xiao Ling was in a state of confusion. She did not hear a word Sang Wumian said in her ear. She pleaded in her heart, "Zhu Ni... Zhu Ni... Please come out quickly. Where are you?"

Sang Wumian saw the tears on her white gauze. He carefully held her in his arms and stroked her slender back. "Lingling, we have found a way to treat you. You will be well soon."

Xiao Ling calmed down and asked softly, "What is the way? What is the way?"

"You don't need to worry about these, just hold on for a few more days." Sang Wumian held her wrist, "Teacher will always be with you, you sleep for a while."

Xiao Ling was gently put back on the soft bed, Sang Wumian's spiritual power flowed through her broken meridians, soothing the pain bit by bit. But Xiao Ling couldn't sleep at all.

Is this a dream? Or were the things she experienced before a dream, and now is real?

Xiao Ling really couldn't tell, her previous pain was real, and the pain now is also so real.

She was silent for a long time, her tears soaking through the white veil. Sang Wumian sighed, his fingertips fell on her eyes, and he wanted to change the white veil. Xiao Ling suddenly said, "Master, is Uncle Xiang okay?"

Sang Wumian was stunned for a moment, and said in a cold voice, "When I took you back to the sect today, he happened to be possessed by the devil and has been executed."

"Master, I'm fine. I'm used to the pain of the miasma." Xiao Ling raised her hand with all her strength and held his fingertips. "The evil spirit has invaded the Yunji Sect. It's the time for you, the leader, to investigate carefully and prevent it. You shouldn't delay your business for me."

Sang Wumian gently shook her hand back, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Xiao Ling said softly, "Sister Nie..."

Sang Wumian frowned. "Lingling, you are too weak now, don't worry about unimportant things."

Xiao Ling shook her head stubbornly, "Master, even I can hear the rumors, I think Junior Sister Nie can hear them too." She smiled weakly, "Go see her, don't let her misunderstand, I beg you."

The author has something to say:

Yinyin: If I call him brother, his heart will definitely evaporate, so I can't call him that. Gujiang

: It's so artificial, my scalp is numb.