"A human race man with peak cultivation in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Although his physical body is fragile, the meridians in his body are broad and tough. The magic power flowing inside is extremely sharp and has the potential to soar to the sky. However, this momentum seems to be suppressed in some way."
"It's strange that the soul is not in the Yuanying, but it is stored in the sea of consciousness like the monks in the pill formation stage..."
Lu Kun's bloodline clone stayed in this human man's body, quietly sensing his physical condition.
When the Star Beast devoured the flesh and blood of the monster beast, he found that most of the man's attention was on the colorful feathers on the back of the hawk monster, and there was a strange aura in these feathers that disgusted the spirit.
Obviously, the purpose of this human being's fight with the harpy is to obtain these colorful feathers.
So Lu Kun detached his bloodline clone from Xiaojie's body, quietly lurked into the hawk demon's feathers, and then entered the man's body with the help of this microscopic bloodline clone that could not be detected by his spiritual consciousness.
"He practices some kind of mysterious swordsmanship. He should be a disciple of the Sword Sect."
Lu Kun thought of this sect in an instant after seeing the opponent's physical body and mana. According to the information left to Hong Yuntian by the Supreme Elder of the Yiyuan Sect, the spiritual world exit of the Reverse Spirit Channel is jointly guarded by the Yiyuan Sect and the Jian Sect.
However, he and Hong Yuntian had limited knowledge of this sect. They only knew that Jian Sect was no less than the top sect of Yiyuan Sect and one of the two pillars of the human race in the spiritual world.
"According to this person's words, these strange colorful feathers were used to save his senior brother. What injuries did his senior brother suffer? Injuries from previous battles?"
"The human race has a high degree of freedom in this divine country. In other words, there are probably many people alive in the Sword Sect, even the Yiyuan 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 his ascension made him feel that the human race in the spiritual world had been wiped out by the Star Soul Clan, and he was the only human race left in the entire spiritual world. His heart was extremely depressed, like a lonely traveler fighting against alien races.
When he discovered that the human race in the spirit world had not perished, but was imprisoned in the Kingdom of God where the Star Soul Clan was refining the void, one can imagine the excitement in his heart.
In this way, Lu Kun followed the human man with great anticipation as he flew over two mountain ranges and came to a strange flat-topped mountain and river.
There are huge stones everywhere here, 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.
There is a relatively small long sword stuck 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 blood stains that have recently dried. .
Even with the help of the man's five senses, Lu Kun could detect that each long sword exuded a variety of sharp wills containing different emotions. The aura of will of each boulder was stronger than that of the Sword Valley in the lower realm. , I don’t know how many times the richness is.
"This is...Sword Tomb..."
"Each sword represents a divine sword cultivator?"
"There are hundreds of divine sword cultivators..."
Lu Kun felt deeply shocked, but then, his attention was diverted, because in the field of vision of this mid-stage Nascent Soul sword cultivator, more than a dozen human figures appeared.
There were men and women among them, sitting cross-legged in the center of the sword tomb mountain, arranged in a special formation, with more than a dozen long swords suspended above their heads. They were intertwined and seemed to trigger the sharp swords in the sword tomb. meaning.
The afterglow of countless special wills lingered around each other, outlining the shadow of a vaguely colorful giant sword that was more than ten feet in size, floating quietly above the heads of these people.
In the center of the sword formation formed by everyone, stood an old man with white hair and beard, carrying a long sword on his back.
Although the old man stood still with his eyes closed tightly, his facial expression was changing rapidly. Sometimes he was laughing, sometimes he was crying, and sadness and joy appeared strangely on the same face.
In addition, there is a layer of pale golden halo surrounding its body. This halo also twists and trembles up and down with the change of its expression, as if it is practicing some extremely weird technique, or is comprehending. What are you wearing?
"Junior brothers, I have obtained the soul eagle's natal feather. Quickly use my secret technique to help my brothers escape from the inner demon world!" The man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul shouted loudly when he saw the old man's facial expression changing rapidly.
As he spoke, several jade boxes appeared in his hand, and the colorful feathers inside turned into several rays of sword light and shot forward.
When the human monks sitting cross-legged heard the words, they all showed joy. They turned the sword skills in their hands and began to chant some mysterious spell. The looming multi-colored sword in the sky trembled slightly, emitting a strange suction force.
These colorful feathers seemed to fall into the shadow of the giant sword like swallows returning to their nests. Almost instantly, a short sword as big as a dagger fell from the colorful giant sword and rushed into the middle of the old man's eyebrows like lightning.
"Buzz..."
The golden halo around the old man suddenly exploded, turning into a wave of air billowing in all directions.
More than a dozen human monks around him reacted extremely quickly. They immediately placed their swords and treasures in front of them, and the magic shield outside their bodies shone brightly. Despite this, they were still blown away several feet away.
As this halo agitated, the old man's facial expression gradually became calmer.
"Senior brother, wake up quickly. If you continue like this, you will be devoured by the inner demon and follow the whims of the old guy from the Star Soul Clan!"
"Wake up quickly and prepare again, we still have a chance to succeed!"
"Brother, wake up."
The man possessed by Lu Kun had already arrived in front of the old man and shouted with great excitement.
The old man seemed to have heard these words. His eyes were still closed, but he raised his right hand and rubbed his eyebrows. A strange smile appeared on his face, and bursts of murmurs came from his mouth:
"Junior Brother Chenyang... I didn't expect the inner demon to be so powerful..."
When the man named Chen Yang saw this, he was shocked and said: "Everyone, please increase the power of the formation!"
A dozen more ordinary feathers that were not colored but soul eagles appeared in his hand, and he threw them directly towards the colorful sword looming high in the sky.
"Junior brother... do you know what I saw?"
The old man's smile became more exaggerated, the corners of his mouth gradually widened, and his tightly closed eyes gradually moved closer to the center of his eyebrows, as if there was some irresistible force forcibly twisting his eyes.
"Brother Wei, I saw... the human race has truly risen!"
"Ah, the human race has stood at the top of the spiritual world, and we also have top experts in the integration stage!"
The surrounding human monks looked at the old man's strange expression and heard his murmurs, and they all became frightened. They continued to use magic weapons to try to do something.
"Senior brother! That's not true, it's the inner demon!"
"Brother, wake up quickly!"
The old man's tone gradually became tired, like an old man in his twilight years. He seemed to have sobered up a lot, and murmured in a daze: "The inner demon... is this the inner demon?"
"Brother, get out of here quickly. There will be another chance next time!"
Although the old man said this, when Yang Chen and other human monks saw each other's eyes that were about to merge into one eyeball, they all looked sad, as if they knew that there was no way to save the day.
Their bodies were shaking violently, as if they wanted to do something, but couldn't do anything...
"Junior brothers..."
"If...the inner demon is in such a prosperous age..."
"For my brother...for my brother, I wish...to fall into the inner demons forever..."
By the time he said the last sentence, the old man's voice had become inaudible...
