"It was you," Jianjian's voice was cold, "who hurt Ningning?"
With a wave of his hand, a dazzling light shone forth, like the sun appearing in the darkness, illuminating the entire Floating Life City.
Wherever the seven-colored light touched, the branches of the Floating Life Giant Tree fled in terror as if facing a formidable enemy. Even the roots growing in the dark underground were no exception. They emitted sharp cries. Over the centuries, Xuanyuan Hengzhi had used countless lives to nourish it. It had long since gained intelligence and become a demon.
Faced with that invincible existence, everyone heard the Floating Life Tree cry out like an infant: "No...don't die...Father, save me..."
It is calling out to the Yellow Emperor.
The situation of the Xuanyuan Ancestor was not much better. The light fell on his disciple without any harm, just like normal light. However, although his skin looked intact, it gave him a tearing pain, as if someone was peeling his skin off alive. The pain made him gasp!
The only way to catch one's breath is to use clothing to block out the light, but the skin exposed to the light begins to ulcerate!
The demonic energy is dissipating, but what happened to the sword spirit?!
Before they could even calm the Floating Life Giant Tree, the pseudo-demon sword in the hands of Ancestor Xuanyuan also began to tremble.
waste!
That's just a sword spirit, what's there to be afraid of?
The relatives and friends watched the scene unfold in disbelief.
Just being bathed in those lights brought an unprecedented sense of peace to my heart.
The mere presence of the colorful-haired youth made the Xuanyuan Ancestor feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
One of the remaining disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect gripped his restless spirit sword tightly and asked, "What exactly is the sword spirit's true form?"
Not only his sword, but even Leng Hong's sword was trembling slightly!
Duanmu Qiao was also curious: "You are sword cultivators, how come you don't even know about such a powerful sword?"
Leng Hong: "Sword cultivators only ever have their wives in their eyes."
Duanmuqiao: "..."
The swordsman's disciple said earnestly, "It is not a sword from the Sword Tomb of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, otherwise Senior Brother Leng and I would definitely recognize it. It is probably an ancient divine sword that has been forgotten by the world..."
Zhou Han tried to find someone in the crowd: "Where is your book-loving disciple from the Fuxian Sect?"
It turns out that reading more books really is useful.
But everyone is busy improving their cultivation, going into seclusion to refine their swords, and reading books that can help them. Who would be so idle as to search through history for sword names?
If Qin Ling, the chief of the Weapon Refining Sect, were here, she might recognize him. However, those chosen for the coffin are primarily those with strong abilities, and Qin Ling would have already crushed the jade token and left.
Duanmu Qiao: "His cultivation level is too low, he left long ago."
Everyone: "..."
Help! This feeling of not knowing is so painful!
“It’s the Heavenly Mandate Sword,” said Long Aotian, who hadn’t spoken until now.
Shi Qinxin was surprised: "Fourth Junior Brother, you love reading so much?"
Long Aotian: "..."
Long Aotian stammered, "I saw it in a book when I was young. Because its name sounded pretentious and suited my personality perfectly, I searched for it for ten years..."
Long Aotian: "Then, having gained nothing, I gave up."
Everyone: "..."
As they were talking, Tianning poked her head out of the sack. Fu Hongming immediately put the sack away and, seeing that she looked unwell, asked, "Junior Sister, are you alright?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I overused my spiritual energy."
As Tianning spoke, she took out handfuls of pills from her mustard seed bag and stuffed them into her mouth. They were all top-grade pills that enhanced spiritual power. She didn't even chew them; she just swallowed them directly.
Everyone stared in disbelief.
This isn't how you replenish excessive spiritual energy, is it? Isn't she afraid of exploding and dying?
After stuffing in more than a dozen handfuls of top-grade pills, Tian Ning's flat stomach began to bulge slightly. He simply couldn't eat anymore and stopped.
Tianning wasted no time; she called out, "Jianjian!"
The Sword of Destiny answered the call, and its spirit returned to her hand as a colorful light, leaving a seven-colored rainbow in the air. Holding the long sword, she nimbly soared into the air, surrounded by astonishing spiritual power.
“Xuanyuan Hengzhi,” Tianning’s sword tip pointed directly at the withered old man hiding under the Floating Life Tree to avoid being hurt by the light, and he said coldly, “You’re finished!”
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