Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

The Feather Clan Sword Spirit is indeed sleeping.

It is sleeping on its own initiative.

Because it is too weak, only by sleeping can it delay its fall.

Murong Chui obviously knows this.

Seeing the Feather Clan Sword Spirit at this moment, his mind sank again.

The last time he came to see the Feather Clan Sword Spirit was just three days ago.

But after only three days, the Feather Clan Sword Spirit has become much weaker.

If this continues, the Feather Clan Sword Spirit may fall in less than a month.

Originally, Murong Chui still had a little bit of luck.

At this moment, this little bit of luck was shattered in an instant.

With the Feather Clan Sword Spirit in its current poor state, even if Ling Yun is really an innate sword spirit, he may not be able to save the Feather Clan Sword Spirit.

Just thinking about this, Murong Chui suddenly widened his eyes.

In the past, even if he, the head of the Feather Clan, came here, the Feather Clan Sword Spirit would not have any reaction.

But now, when Ling Yun stepped into this secret room, the Feather Clan Sword Spirit actually trembled slightly.

Ling Yun also discovered the movement of the Feather Clan Sword Spirit.

Ling Yun was not surprised by this.

Although he was not an innate sword spirit, the Demon Soul Heavenly Sword was.

The Feather Clan Sword Spirit clearly sensed the existence of its kind, so it had a sense.

However, the Feather Clan Sword Spirit did not know that the "Eternal Heaven Devouring Art" in Ling Yun's body also sent fluctuations to Ling Yun.

The Feather Clan Sword Spirit was the spirit of heaven and earth, equivalent to the Demon Soul.

It was also an object that could be devoured by the "Eternal Heaven Devouring Art".

After swallowing it, the "Eternal Heaven Devouring Art" would become stronger, and Ling Yun's cultivation would definitely increase greatly.

However, Ling Yun suppressed the impulse of the "Eternal Heaven Devouring Art".

He did not intend to devour the Feather Clan Sword Spirit.

It was not that he sympathized with the Feather Clan.

If the Feather Clan Sword Spirit was the first Demon Soul he wanted to devour, he would devour it without hesitation.

Ling Yun could sense that this Feather Clan Sword Spirit was about the same level as the Heavenly Sword.

But Ling Yun now had five Demon Souls.

The more time passed, the stronger Ling Yun's Demon Soul would be.

Therefore, for Ling Yun now, this Feather Clan Sword Spirit is no longer qualified to become his sixth demon soul.

However, this does not mean that this Feather Clan Sword Spirit has no value.

This Feather Clan Sword Spirit has obviously developed intelligence and has existed for a long time.

Ling Yun believes that there must be a lot of important information in its memory.

This is why Ling Yun is so interested in this Feather Clan Sword Spirit.

"Give me three days."

Ling Yun said.

Hearing this, Murong Chui's body trembled violently, and he said uncertainly: "Mr. Ling, what do you mean?"

The surprise came too suddenly, making it hard for him to believe.

"You heard it right, in three days, I can repair the injuries of the Feather Clan Sword Spirit."

Ling Yun said lightly.

"This... this..."

Murong Chui was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"Try not to disturb me in these three days."

Ling Yun said.

"Yes."

Murong Chui was not an ordinary demon cultivator after all. He regained his composure, suppressed his excitement, and retreated respectfully.

For Ling Yun, repairing the Feather Clan Sword Spirit was not a difficult task.

The Feather Clan could not repair the Feather Clan Sword Spirit. First, the existence of the Innate Spirit was not very effective for them, and second, the Feather Clan's power was not connected to the Feather Clan Sword Spirit.

Lingyun's Heavenly Sword Power was also useful to the Feather Clan Sword Spirit.

Immediately, Lingyun walked to the Feather Clan Sword Spirit and injected the Heavenly Sword Power into the Feather Clan Sword Spirit.

Unknowingly.

Two days passed.

The recovery speed of the Feather Clan Sword Spirit was faster than Lingyun expected.

In other words, the Heavenly Sword Power helped the Feather Clan Sword Spirit more than Lingyun thought.

The Feather Clan Sword Spirit trembled again, conveying gentle emotions to Lingyun.

Although it did not transform, its wisdom was much higher than that of the Heavenly Sword.

The Heavenly Sword's wisdom was equivalent to that of a three-year-old human child, while the Feather Clan Sword Spirit was almost six years old.

It was extremely grateful to Lingyun.

So, Lingyun easily checked the memory of the Feather Clan Sword Spirit.

This was shared by the Feather Clan Sword Spirit with Lingyun on his own initiative.

In these memories, Ling Yun indeed got a lot of important information.

"The ancestral tomb of the Feather Clan?"

Ling Yun's eyes lit up slightly.

The ancestral tomb of the Feather Clan is the real location of the tomb of the ancestors of the Feather Clan.

Even the Feather Clan today does not know this place.

When the ancestor of the Feather Clan was severely injured, he felt that he was going to die, so he quietly found a place to sleep.

At that time, there was only the sword spirit of the Feather Clan by his side.

The sword spirit of the Feather Clan has never told this information to other creatures, including the Feather Clan.

Because in its eyes, the Feather Clan only asks for it.

Ling Yun is different, saving its life.

Its IQ is about the same as that of a human child, without complicated schemes.

Ling Yun saved it, so it repaid Ling Yun and opened its heart to Ling Yun completely.

Before, Ling Yun and Murong Chui said that it would take three days.

Now he will repair the sword spirit of the Feather Clan in two days.

There is still one day left, and Ling Yun does not plan to go out immediately, so he will rest here.

But Ling Yun's plan was soon broken.

"Mr. Ling."

An hour later, Murong Chui's voice sounded outside the door.

"What's the matter?"

Ling Yun's voice was slightly cold.

After all, he told Murong Chui not to disturb him for three days.

"Please forgive me, it's not Murong Chui who wants to disturb you, but there is really something I have to do."

Murong Chui said: "The special envoy of the Mei clan has come. I think they have bad intentions this time. They are probably coming for the sword spirit of our clan."

When saying this, Murong Chui's tone was a little sad.

You know, Meizu is the backer of Yu Clan.

But now even the Meizu are starting to take advantage of the Yu Clan's sword spirits.

It can be seen that not only other foreign enemies are targeting the Yu Clan, but even the Mei Clan has the intention of giving up on the Yu Clan.

same moment.

Feiyu City, inside the city lord's mansion.

A group of creatures that looked like humans but had strange black lines on their bodies appeared in the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion. These creatures are from Meizu.

Among the demon clan, although the Mei clan is far inferior to the Abi clan, they are still a powerful clan and are far from being comparable to the lonely Yu clan.

Feiyu City has always relied on Meizu to maintain its operations.

Therefore, when they arrived, all the senior leaders of the Yu Clan had to gather here.

It's just that the senior leaders of the Yu clan are quite uneasy.

In the past, Meizu and Yu tribe had a good relationship.

But today, the senior leaders of the Yu clan clearly felt that something was wrong. The Mei clan who came to Fei Yu City all had cold faces, as if the Yu clan owed them money.

"Where is Murong Chui? Why didn't he come to see us?"

An old man in black robes from the Meizu said.

The aura of this black-robed old man was extremely extraordinary, and he was clearly a master of Taixu.

In the entire upper world of Huangquan, Taixu masters are nothing, but for today's Yu clan, Taixu masters are undoubtedly beings that cannot be offended.

"Back to senior, I have informed my elder brother. I believe he will be here soon."

Murong Xiu said quickly.

"Hmph, I'm not interested in waiting for him."

The old man in black robe from Meizu snorted coldly and rushed directly into the city lord's mansion.

The direction in which he was flying was Feiyu Palace.

Upon seeing this, the faces of the members of the Yu Clan couldn't help but change.