In this way, he practiced hard in the sword tomb, entered the world of divine leaves during the day to resume cultivation, and merged and split the sword rules again. After three days, his strength was greatly improved and he could challenge five saint-level ghosts at the same time. Five days later, the number of people increased to seven, and ten days later, the number of people increased dramatically to ten, and at the same time, the feeling was so vivid.

However, this is far from enough. In the legend of the upper realm, a sword saint can beat ten saints of the same realm at the same time. If I can beat ten lower saints, it does not mean that I am qualified to challenge the eighth-level sword saint-level ghost. This matter is not urgent, and I still need to slowly adjust and improve.

And under such high intensity, a new holy vein was opened in five days, and another holy vein was opened after twelve days. In this way, there were already thirty-two holy veins, and I felt that my potential could continue to be explored. In this way, I would almost certainly be able to open up at least thirty-four holy veins before becoming a saint, and it might even challenge the legendary thirty-six holy veins that have not been achieved for tens of thousands of years. That is the real extreme realm of a semi-saint!

The reason why the Xuanwu successor is so strong is perhaps because the holy vein is opened up more.

...

In the early morning, in the world of the gods.

As the physical body was constantly digging, a warm current came from the legs, starting the process of sanctification. I took a deep breath and hurriedly swallowed a holy medicine. Suddenly, the heat flow in my body rolled, bursting out the holy energy in my body, lingering around my legs, causing the continued sanctification of my body. For a moment, my legs seemed to be coated with a layer of pure gold, with flames rolling, and my body was constantly undergoing transformation.

My mind was slightly stimulating. Once my legs were sanctified, the only thing I needed to sanctify was the head. The sanctification of the head was the most dangerous, which meant that the spiritual ruins would be sanctified and evolved into the legendary sanctification of the sanctification. In this process, the fire of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the sanctification of the body was the most dangerous. This is why Master Shangguan Ziyi was worried about me.

As time passed by bit by bit, the golden light on the legs became more and more intense.

At a certain moment, my heart suddenly felt a stir, and a terrifying aura of no reason surged into my heart. Countless violent feelings enveloped my head, and dazzling scenes appeared in my mind, a scene of killing the powerful enemy Rang Sichen Jue with one palm, and a scene of urging millions of sword intents to dismember Duan Yuan. There were also tragic phenomena of killing Long Xun, Dongfang Chen, Dongfang Lin'er and others with one sword appeared, very real, as if it was happening in reality. That extremely violent feeling was vivid in my mind. Anyone who had provoked me would die!

Desire, is this my inner demon?

In an instant, my eyes turned bloody and I gasped and sat in the world of Shenye, but the holy energy in my body swelled, sweeping across the entire world of Shenye and Shengyuan Cave Heaven. My mind was in chaos, and the blood on my legs began to boil, and the dark side of my whole body was aroused, and some unbearable scenes appeared in my mind again.

There was a scene where Li Qingyin was pressed down, there was also a scene where Lin Muzhao was stripped away, and there were also an unbearable scene of hugging his cousin's slender waist and climbing the Holy Peak. There were even Ling Yun, Ling Fei, Lan Ling, Hong Xiu and others. The demonic bloodline on his legs was full of energy, covering his heart with huge danger.

"Hell..."

I opened my eyes and gasped, but the scenes in my mind couldn't be gone. Even if I didn't think about it, those scenes still poured into my heart. There were some open eyes and some closed eyes. My body seemed to be about to be detonated. My sanctified legs suddenly became hot and flames rose. Is this going to destroy myself?

Really dangerous!

Taking a deep breath, I hurriedly closed my eyes and used the rules of Ningshen Chapter in the mortal calligraphy. After nearly ten times, I finally calmed down a little. The evil fire that ignited my legs seemed to gradually extinguish. In a short period of time, I almost roasted a pair of legs that were about to be sanctified into lamb legs, which was extremely bleak.

However, my life was recovered.

Mortal books are indeed very powerful, and I deeply understand why Master doesn’t praise me for being a saint in my body. The dangers in it are enough to make people frightened!

"Huh~~~"

After a long time, I vomited a mouthful of turbid breath, and the burning sensation disappeared, replaced by the sacred and warm feeling coming from my legs. The legs were bright and bright, and the skin was as clear as jade. It was faintly visible that the strong muscles were like powerful steel bonds, while the bones were as white as jade, full of sacredness.

The sanctification was successful. At this time, the kicking power of my legs was probably at least three times that of the previous one. As the strength of the whole person increased, the sanctification increased by at least 40%. It can be said that now I am qualified to challenge the eighth-level sword saint-level ghost, and my heart is full of excitement.

However, I was not in a hurry to get out of the world of Shenye. Instead, I continued to practice for a few days and completely consolidated the previous breakthrough results. Then I walked out of the world of Shenye again. It just so dark. Next, it was the journey to the eighth level of the Sword Tomb. Although I had not entered the holy realm, I was going to challenge the Sword Saint. I am afraid that only I could do such a thing.

...

On the eighth floor of the sword tomb, the moonlight shines on the cold and rotten land. It must have been a long time since the Holy Palace disciples came here, and even Lin Muzhao has never been here. The remaining aura here also belongs to the two old monsters, Master Shangguan Ziyi, Ning Daoxun and Duanjingyu. Others are afraid that others are not qualified to enter here at all.

"Shit~~~"

Ancient swords with rusty traces stretched across the earth, some pierced into the soil obliquely, and some were almost rusted with the sword sheath. On the ancient sword, strange-shaped ghosts appeared one by one, and each of them had a very sharp look. However, when you were taken at a glance, you felt like you were going to be seen through. The terrifying pressure of the sword saint came one by one, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"One more death comes."

A ghost standing in the clouds said with a sinister smile.

"After many years, a decent disciple finally appeared in the academy." Another ghost echoed: "However, he was actually a stinky brat who did not ignite the fire of the Holy Ruins. Shangguan Ziyi was crazy. Send such a young and potential disciple to die?"

"Hahaha, today I can finally taste the taste of drinking blood again!"

On the eighth level, the number of ghosts is far less than the previous level, with only more than twenty people, but each of them is the former sword saint, who is a powerful existence in the upper realm, especially in the Middle Ages, when talents were scarce and more resources were poorer than now. Every sword saint is a treasure to the upper realm, and he is an existence that can become a proud emperor. On this level, there are more than twenty such former kings, all of whom have become ghosts with disheveled hair, which makes people feel sad.

I slowly walked forward with a respectful expression and said with a fist: "See all seniors, Bu Yixuan, Bailu Academy, come and ask for advice!"

"Don't say so many nice things!"

A young man with a gloomy expression hugged his arms, his whole body was filled with strong confidence, and he smiled and said, "Bu Yixuan, I heard your name during the last time the Sword Tomb Rebellion. You are one of Shangguan Ziyi's most proud disciples, and you have the same status as Lin Muzhao. This time you dare to enter the eighth-level Sword Tomb, and you must have been mentally prepared to die here in battle."

I shook my head: "No, even if I am defeated, I will run away. You can't kill me."

"Hmph, I, Yan Beichi, don't believe in this evil!"

The young sword saint shouted softly, and the long sword behind him was unsheathed, pointing straight at me in the air. The golden light flowed, and dozens of golden sword lights were quickly separated, with majestic momentum. Yan Beichi was still holding his arms around the whole process, with awesome momentum. He was a true master of sword control. Every sword cultivator who can become a sword saint must have a unique skill. It seems that Yan Beichi's unique skill is the skill of sword control!

This person should not be underestimated!

...

In fact, all the sword cultivators on the eighth floor of the sword tomb were sword saints during their lifetime and could not be underestimated. Any of them released would be a great evil, enough to subvert the water and soil of the upper realm!

A palm was opened, and golden light flowed, gathering into the immortal bone sword with a majestic holy spirit. My eyes sank and said, "Senior Yan Beichi, then it's you, please give me advice!"

"Hahaha, OK!"

Yan Beichi laughed loudly, still holding his arms in his arms, standing in the void like a sword god, and even he was spared from making tricks. With a thought, the long sword above his head turned into streams of light, and in an instant, dozens of sword intents were bombarded indiscriminately, each of which was wrapped in the sound of the rumbling sound of the heavenly way in the void, which was so powerful that it was unreasonable!

This sword saint is different from Li Qingyin's sword saint. Li Qingyin is just a lower-level sword saint, while Yan Beichi has at least reached the median saint sword saint, the same level, but its strength is better!

The body was hot and instantly opened up the True Feather Sword Realm field. At the same time, I stepped on the void and condensed into the Cave Void Realm, almost bursting out the entire foundation. If I still hide my strength when fighting a sword saint, it would be like seeking death. And I don’t have to worry about my unique knowledge being known to the outside world. Anyway, after the battle of the cracks in the world, I mastered the True Feather Sword Realm, the sword heart was at its peak, and the triple sword soul shadow had already spread all over the world, causing a sensation in the upper world.

The shadow of the triple sword soul burst out, and five thousand spiritual patterns of the Immortal Bone Sword were activated one after another. The deep immortal sword was as light as a feather in my hand. He raised his hand and waved several swords. Each sword collided on Yan Beichi's flying sword. For a moment, a burst of violent shock came from his right arm. What a strong sword master, the power of using qi to control the sword was originally weaker than that of using the physical sword, but even if Yan Beichi used qi to control the sword, it was still too strong to control the sword.
Chapter completed!