Two long months!
Bing Chen lay on his back on the white jade formation platform with a depressed look on his face, which made Yunyao and Qi Yao feel heartbroken.
"Drained, drained. Wife Yao'er, wife Yaoyao, wife Mu'er, husband, I've been drained dry." Bingchen said with a sick look.
Yunyao and Qi Yao held Bingchen's left and right hands, instilling strength into his body. Bing Mou lifted Bing Chen up and let him lean on him, secretly using Bing Po Su Xin Jue to smooth out the chaotic aura in his body.
After nearly half a day, Bing Chen reluctantly left those three soft embraces.
Looking at the twelve heavenly swords suspended in the center of the hall, Bing Chen grinned.
"It's worth it! It's worth it! I was squeezed dry several times before I could get you out. It's worth it!" Bing Chen said with a smile.
Twelve heaven-level long swords, half of which are of middle and lower grades. But even if it is a low-grade sword, the fierce aura it exudes is no weaker than an ordinary high-grade heaven-grade sword. Even for those six-handled mid-level ones, Bing Chen could tell that if fully activated, their power would be comparable to that of a Dao-level magic weapon!
Creak!
At this moment, the door of the Bronze Palace opened, and two figures appeared at the door, it was Bingxian and Bingfu.
"Just in time, Aunt Xian, I'll give you this sword, it's freshly made." Bing Chen said with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, Bing Chen waved his hand, and one of the middle-grade heaven-level swords flew towards Bingxian.
Bingxian was stunned for a moment, but it was not because of the sword, but because of Bingchen's change of title to her.
However, it only took a moment for Bingxian to figure out what was going on, and then he pursed his lips and smiled. Without further delay, he bowed to Bingchen and held the sword in his hand.
"Hehe, from now on, Aunt Xian will be the first guest elder of our Yaoling Sect. If I have time someday, I will ask Yue Yao to prepare a banquet and have a nice celebration." Bing Chen said with a smile.
Bingxian glared at Bingchen, with a special smile on his lips.
Gudong!
A sound of swallowing was heard, causing several people to look at Bing Fu.
With his eyes fixed on one of the remaining eleven heaven-level swords, Bingfu's throat kept squirming.
Following his gaze, Bing Chen's face suddenly became a little unhappy.
"Don't think about that sword, it's for my mother." Bing Chen said coldly.
Bingfu came back to his senses with a look of sarcasm, but also a bit of grievance.
"I have sacrificed my life and blood for you. Why the hell are you pushing me aside now when you are sharing the benefits? Are you still a human being?" Bingfu said unhappily.
Glancing at the sword of that order in Bingxian's hand, Bingfu became increasingly unwilling.
"Beast, pervert! You value sex over merit... and you use all kinds of despicable means to conquer a beautiful woman when you see her. I despise you!" Bingfu cursed in his heart.
Zheng!
The sword screamed, and just when Bingfu's emotions were rising, a long sword flew in front of him.
Taking a closer look, he saw a high-grade Xuan-level ice sword.
"Although this sword is not a heaven-level sword, it is no match for a mid-level heaven-level magic weapon. And I don't think you need to tell me the secret of it. Use your own strength and blood and temperature to nourish it, and merge it with the human sword. In the future, If the opportunity is right, it is not impossible to transform to the heavenly realm." Bing Chen said.
Even though Bing Chen said this, Bing Fu still felt a little unhappy.
"snort!"
Seeing that something was wrong with Bing Fu's expression, Bing Mu snorted displeasedly.
Seeing this, Bing Fu quickly hid his emotions for fear of being noticed by Bing Mu again. At the same time, he cupped his fists and bowed to Bing Chen: "Thank you, Master, for the reward."
Bing Chen smiled coldly and then said: "I have called you here because I have something to do. Bing Fu, I will send you into the altar first, and you can try to collect the five heaven-level swords."
When Bingfu heard this, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately said: "Young Master, you must not..."
"Um?"
As soon as Bingfu opened his mouth, a cold light flashed in Bingchen's eyes.
Seeing this, Bingfu gritted his teeth, fell to his knees, and said with an ugly expression: "Goodbye, young master, I can't handle that sword intent."
The power of the swords inside the altar was something that Bingfu had seen with his own eyes.
The four Dao Tribulation Realm monks from the Jianling Sect who were imprisoned by Bing Chen were almost cut into pieces alive by those swords. If Bing Chen hadn't brought those four people out in time, their bodies would have been gone more than two months ago.
"snort!"
Bingchen snorted coldly and said with a displeased look on his face: "Afraid of death, what do I need from you?"
Bingfu's expression changed again! He clearly saw the slightest hint of murderous intent in Bing Chen's eyes.
Feeling annoyed and aggrieved, Bingfu quickly looked at Bingmu with a pitiful look, hoping that his sect leader would make the decision for him.
However, the next moment, Bingfu's face became even more ugly.
However, after looking at him with an indifferent look, Bing Mou chose to ignore his pleading gaze.
"Adulter and adulterer!"
Bingfu cursed in his heart, and at the same time he was extremely scared.
"Made, this kid is deliberately trying to kill me. How did I offend him?" Bingfu cursed in his heart.
"There is not much sword power left in the altar. You can completely resist it. If you really don't want to, I won't force you. Just let others go." Bing Chen said.
Hearing this, Bingfu suddenly looked at Bingchen, with a hint of excitement on his face.
However, Bingfu was only happy for less than two seconds when he heard Bingchen say: "From now on, you have lost the qualification to follow me. I won't embarrass you and will just hand you over to Mou'er. "
Bingfu's expression froze for a moment, but then it turned into a look of bitter gourd.
"You're so shameless, you bastard!" Bingfu cursed in his heart.
It would be better to just kill yourself if you hand yourself over to Bing Mou.
She knew too much about this adulterer and adulteress. If she handed herself over to Bing Mou, she would definitely make her life worse than death. He had been in the Ice Soul Sect for two to three hundred years, and he had already figured out the horror of ice eyes better than his own wife.
Subconsciously taking a glance at Bing Fu, Bing Fu hesitated for a moment, then said with an ugly face: "Goodbye, young master, I have sworn to follow you to the death, and you can't do without me. I didn't say that I couldn't go." Ah, I believe that the young master will not refuse to save me until I die, as long as the young master saves me when I can't hold on any longer..."
"Noisy!"
Before Bing Fu could finish his words, he suddenly felt the world spinning. When he regained consciousness again, he was already within the light barrier of the altar.
Bing Fu immediately looked shocked and quickly used his true energy to wrap himself up layer by layer. But then, he discovered that there was almost no sword intention around him.
Feeling happy in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Kunyu Zhu fiercely. Bingfu mentally scolded Bingchen and Bingmu for eighteen generations.
"Old man." Bing Chen scolded in displeasure.
Bing Mou pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "Husband, there is no need to get angry with him. That's just the way he is. The more rude others are to him, the more obedient he will be."
Hearing this, Bing Chen smiled coldly and said, "You're a bitch."
Then Bingchen grabbed Bingmu Jade's hand, changed his unhappy look, and said affectionately: "Mou'er, does your Bingpo Sect have a more obedient Dao Tribulation Realm? You can give me a few more when you stay."
Hearing this, Bing Mu rolled his eyes at Bing Chen.
"You have a beautiful idea. You kidnapped two of my Dao Tribulation Realm powerhouses, and you still want to take advantage of my Ice Soul Sect. There's no way." Bing Mu said angrily.
Bing Chen chuckled, showing a bit of pride and said: "Two? Why do I remember three?"
Bing Mu glared at Bing Chen.
...
Looking at the six swords suspended in the center of the altar, Bingfu couldn't help but salivate.
"Tao-level magic weapon!"
"If I get this sword, how can I be afraid of her ice eyes? I will definitely trample her under my feet and ravage her severely." Bingfu shouted in his heart.
Step by step, he walked towards the center of the altar, looking extremely cautious.
The true essence was wrapped in seven or eight layers outside the body, and it was also covered with two defensive magic weapons.
"This old guy!"
Seeing Bing Fu like this, Bing Chen couldn't help but sneered again. This reminded him of how he used the defensive magic weapon to wrap himself into a ball when he surrendered the ice float and everyone surrounded him.
Suddenly, Bingfu stopped and a solemn look appeared on his face.
"What's going on?" Bingchen asked via voice transmission.
"Back to you, sir, I feel that there is a force that is stopping me from moving forward." Bingfu said.
Bingchen frowned and then asked: "Can't you walk anymore?"
The ice floats and talks.
"That's not true, it's just..."
"It's just a fart, hurry up, don't be ridiculous." Bing Chen said slightly annoyed.
Bingfu's face fell, and he began to curse again in his heart, but he continued to move as he passed by.
It can be clearly seen that the further forward he goes, the more serious his expression becomes, and the harder he looks.
After moving forward for a few feet, the ice float stopped again.
"What's wrong?" Bingchen asked.
Bingfu had an ugly look on his face, and he cursed in his mind before replying: "Sir, I can't walk anymore."
Bingchen frowned.
"Don't play tricks."
Bingfu cursed in his heart. He really couldn't walk this time. Even staying at this position was relying on his whole body's true energy to resist the pushing force.
Seeing that Bingfu didn't answer and looked uncomfortable, Bingchen didn't press him any further.
After pondering for a while, Bingchen said to Bingmou: "Mou'er, go and have a look."
The ice eyes gave him an angry look.
Bing Mu also felt a little unhappy no matter how she thought about the fact that she, the dignified leader of the Ice Soul Sect, was being manipulated at will by him.
but......
"Hey, who told me to fall into his hands now? As a husband and a wife, just let him make trouble."
Just as he was thinking this, Bingmu appeared outside the Kunyu Pearl.
He glared at Kunyu Zhu angrily, grinding his teeth with ice eyes.
"Don't say a word." Bing Mou pouted.
Apparently she was dissatisfied with Bingchen for suddenly throwing her out of the Kunyu Pearl.
Bing Miao dodged and wanted to go directly to Bing Fu, but accidentally, he screamed and was pushed out by an inexplicable force.
With a bang, the ice eyes hit the light screen, and he rubbed his buttocks in pain and gasped.
"What's going on, Mou'er!" Bing Chen asked quickly.
"What a strong force. There is a repulsive force that prevents people from approaching the center." Bing Miao said.
Seeing Bing Ming's eyes shrinking, Bing Fu felt a sense of secret joy, and finally felt a little bad in his heart.
Bing Miao stood up, his true energy circulated, covering his body, resisting the repulsive force.
Xiu Mei frowned slightly and looked at the center. Her ice eyes concluded that even if she tried her best, with the force that had just knocked her away, she would not be able to get close to the center.
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