The Ancestor of Body Repair

"The peak cultivation base of Nascent Soul's mid-term, although the body is fragile, but the meridians in the body are broad and tenacious, the mana flowing inside is extremely sharp, and there is a faint momentum of soaring to the sky, but this momentum seems to be restrained in some way."

"Strange, the soul is not in the Nascent Soul, but it is stored in the sea of ​​consciousness like a cultivator in the formation stage..."

Lu Kun's blood clone stayed in the body of the man of the same race, quietly sensing his physical condition, the kind blood aura showed that this was really a human race!

When the Xingyuan beast devoured the flesh and blood of the monster before, he found that most of the man's attention was on the colored feathers on the back of the eagle monster, and these feathers contained a strange aura that disgusted the soul.

Obviously, the purpose of this human race and the Eagle Demon is to obtain these colored feathers.

So Lu Kun's blood avatar in Xiaojie's body escaped, quietly lurking in the feathers of the eagle demon, and then, with the help of this microscopic blood avatar, which could not be detected by his divine sense, entered the man's body.

"He is practicing some kind of mysterious kendo, and he should be a disciple of the Sword Sect."

Lu Kun thought of this sect in an instant through the situation of the opponent's physical body and mana. According to the information left by the Supreme Elder of the One Yuan Sect to Hong Yuntian, the spiritual exit of the Niling Passage was guarded by the One Yuan Sect and the Sword Sect.

However, he and Hong Yuntian had limited understanding of this sect. They only knew that Sword Sect was a top sect that was no less than the One Yuan Sect, and one of the two pillars of the human race in the spiritual world.

"According to this person's words, these strange colored feathers were used to save his senior brother. What injury did his senior brother suffer? Injuries from the previous war?"

"The human race has a high degree of freedom in this kingdom of gods. That is to say, there are likely to be many people alive in the Sword Sect, even the One Yuan Sect!"

"They didn't die, they were just imprisoned here?"

Thinking of this, the haze deep in Lu Kun's heart seemed to dissipate a lot.

Everything he encountered after ascension made him feel that the human race in the spiritual world had been exterminated by the star soul race, and he was left as a lonely human race in the entire spiritual world.

When he found out that the human race in the spiritual world had not perished, but was only imprisoned in the kingdom of the gods where the star soul clan had refined the emptiness, the excitement in his heart could be imagined.

In this way, Lu Kun, with great anticipation, followed the human race man over two mountain ranges and came to a strange flat-topped mountain.

There are huge stones everywhere, the small ones are seven or eight feet high, and the big ones are more than thirty feet tall. They are scattered in this mountain range, like a giant stone forest.

A relatively small long sword is inserted on the top of each boulder. At a glance, there are hundreds of them. These long swords are more or less dotted with mottled dark red spots, like bloodstains that have dried up soon. .

Even with the help of the man's five senses, Lu Kun can detect that the swords exude a variety of sharp wills with different emotions. The will of each boulder is better than that of the sword valley in the lower realm. , I do not know how many times the richness is.

"This is... Sword Tomb..."

"Each sword represents a Divine Transformation Sword Cultivator?"

"There are hundreds of divine sword cultivators..."

Lu Kun was deeply shocked, but immediately, his attention was diverted, because in the vision of this mid-Yuan Ying sword cultivator, more than a dozen human races appeared.

There are men and women among them, sitting cross-legged in the center of the mountain peak of this sword mound, arranged in a special formation, more than ten long swords are suspended above their heads, they are intertwined, and they seem to attract the sharp swords in this sword mound meaning.

Countless special afterglows of will lingered around each other, sketching out a phantom of a colorful giant sword that was almost ten feet in size, and quietly suspended above the heads of these people.

In the center of the sword formation formed by the crowd, stood an old man with white hair and beard, carrying a long sword.

Although the old man stood still and closed his eyes tightly, his facial expression was changing rapidly. Sometimes he burst into laughter, and sometimes there were tears in the corner of his eyes. Sadness and joy appeared strangely on the same face.

In addition, his body is surrounded by a layer of light golden halo. This halo also twists and vibrates up and down with the change of his expression, as if he is practising some kind of extremely strange exercise, or he is comprehending what.

"My brothers and sisters, I have obtained the feather of the soul eagle's life, and I will quickly use the secret technique to help the senior brother escape from the illusion of the mind!" The man in the middle of Nascent Soul shouted when he saw the rapidly changing facial expression of the old man.

While speaking, several jade boxes appeared in his hand, and the colored feathers inside turned into several sword lights, rushing forward.

The human monks who were sitting cross-legged heard the words, and all showed joy. The sword in their hands turned, and they began to chant some kind of mysterious incantation. The looming multicolored giant sword in the sky trembled slightly, exuding a strange suction.

These colorful feathers fell into the phantom of the giant sword as if they were swallows returning to their nests. Almost instantly, a short sword the size of a dagger fell from the colorful giant sword, and rushed into the old man's eyebrows like lightning.

"Om..."

The golden halo around the old man burst out all of a sudden, turning into a wave of air tossing in all directions.

The dozen or so human cultivators around them responded extremely quickly. They immediately placed Jianbao in front of them, and the mana shield outside the body shone brightly. Despite this, they were still blasted away several meters away.

With the agitation of this halo, the old man's facial expression gradually became calmer.

"Senior brother, wake up, if you go on like this, you will be swallowed by the demons, follow the thoughts of the old star of the Star Soul Clan!"

"Wake up and prepare again, we still have a chance to succeed!"

"Senior brother, wake up."

The man possessed by Lu Kun had already come to the old man and shouted with great excitement.

The old man seemed to have heard these words. His eyes were still tightly closed, but he raised his right hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. A strange smile appeared on his face, and bursts of babble came out of his mouth:

"Junior Brother Chenyang...I didn't expect the demons to be so powerful..."

When the man called Chen Yang saw this, he was shocked and said: "Everyone, increase the power of the formation!"

Another dozen or so feathers that were not colored but ordinary soul eagle feathers appeared in his hand, and they were thrown directly at the looming colored giant sword in the sky.

"Junior brother... do you know what you saw for brother?"

The old man's smile became more and more exaggerated, the curvature of the corners of his mouth gradually widened, and the tightly closed eyes gradually moved closer to the position between the eyebrows, as if there was some irresistible force forcibly twisting the eyes.

"For my brother...for my brother to see...the human race has really risen!"

"Ah, the human race has already stood at the top of the spiritual world, and we also have the top powerhouses in the integration period!"

The surrounding human race monks, looking at the old man's strange expression, heard his murmur, and became terrified.

"Senior brother! That's not true, it's a demon!"

"Senior brother, wake up!"

The crowd's shouts seemed to have some effect. The old man seemed to be a lot more awake, and he murmured in a daze: "Heart demon... Is this a heart demon?"

"Senior brother, get out quickly, there is still a chance next time!"

Although the old man said so, but Chen Yang and other human race monks saw each other's eyes quickly merging into one eyeball, and they all showed the color of sorrow, as if they knew that they were powerless to return to the sky.

They were shaking violently, as if they wanted to do something, but they couldn't do anything...

The old man continued to whisper, his tone full of liberation, as if he had become more sober:

"Masters and brothers..."

"If... the inner demon is such a prosperous world..."

"For my brother...for my brother's wish...forever falling into the devil..."

Speaking of the last sentence, the old man's voice has become inaudible...