Ding Ning's heart suddenly moved when he heard this. Wei Shiqi's words had profound meaning. There must be a sword that suits him hidden in the sword tomb. Now that his path is not advancing but retreating, he can only turn to things outside himself for help. She glanced attentively, stepped forward slowly, and activated a wisp of "Qing Qi" with her right hand, brushing the sword hilt one by one. The flying sword fell down and swayed like wheat waves blown by the wind, making a buzzing sound.
The Red-fronted Dragon Whale seemed to have seen something, and it hummed, and sprayed out clouds of water mist from its blowholes. It was just a creature shaped by the will of the abyss, swimming in the long river of time, in the past and the future, looking for blood, energy, and supplies. Although its body was strong, it was Unable to practice, and determined to pursue the great path, but still unable to take the most critical step. In Long Jing's view, Ding Ning is the lucky one with a bright future if he can stay with his master and devote himself to practice.
Ding Ning walked among the flying swords, looking left and right, dizzying. Unknowingly, he relaxed. His heart beat lively, as if he had returned to his carefree youth. A pleasant smile appeared on his pretty face. The sword was not old but was new. The long sword caught her bright eyes, and she subconsciously urged the "Qing Qi" to roll it away. With a soft "zheng" sound, the flying sword jumped high and fell into her palm.
Ding Ning grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with five fingers. He felt the lightness and weight fit together, as if he had made it tailor-made. He felt a little happy at first. He looked down and saw that the sword was slender and simple, without modification. The sword's spine was engraved with "Pei He" on the hilt. The two words, "Qing Ling Qi" are poured into it, and the flow and stirring are all satisfactory. She glanced at Wei Shiqi and stopped walking. Pei He was kind and always thought it was good, just this sword!
Wei Shiqi took the "Gui Soul Sword", and Ding Ning took the "He Sword". The remaining thousands of ownerless flying swords were stuck on the ground, high and low, crooked, and the ghosts of the lower clan couldn't take anything. The flying swords in the lower realm are sharp and sharp, but once they are corroded by the power of the netherworld, they are no more than scraps of copper and iron, useless. Although Xu Tieshui and others know that there may be magical weapons in them, they have no intention of picking them out.
What needs to be asked has been clearly asked, and what needs to be said has been clearly stated. Wei Shiqi called Xu, Wei, and Xiong forward and asked them where they were going. I will do my best to serve you, even through fire and water!" Wei Heyu and Xiong Shisui paused for a moment, looked at each other, and both expressed their willingness to attach themselves to Jiwei. The seven upper clans have controlled the spiritual realm for tens of millions of years and have remained motionless. The thirty-three lower clans have risen and fallen like a revolving lantern. The Yi clan, Yan clan, and Liya clan
He has been removed from the lower clan, and his generation is like a crow around a tree with no branches to rely on. It is the best choice to join Wei Shiqi's command.
Wei Shiqi said: "Do you want to return to the spiritual realm?"
Xu Te's hand felt as if he had been stung by a wasp. He jumped up in excitement and shouted: "His grandma's..." He stretched out his hand and slapped himself in the mouth to beat back the bad words. Wei Heyu coughed and hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over, saying: "Heaven and earth reject us. This world is not a place we can stay for long. I have my wish to return to the spiritual realm, but I dare not invite you!"
Wei Shiqi raised his head and took a look, full of energy, only to see red clouds rolling around, thunder brewing outside the sky, the mighty power of heaven and earth permeating the fields, whether it was swordsmen or ghosts, they were all as small as ants.
Li Xingkong's head tightened and he murmured: "He despises the world so much, what on earth does he want to do?" This question brought out the thoughts of all the sword cultivators, summoning the calamity thunder and then going away, playing with it. How arrogant and majestic it is between the palms of your hands! This is what a man should do. Although this person is not a sword cultivator, he is even better than a sword cultivator!
Blood energy was poured into the "Gui Soul Sword". In just a short moment, after more than a thousand times of refining, the divine sword buzzed, reborn, and turned red. The next moment, the wind and clouds swirled, thunderbolts resounded, and thunder fell from the sky. Wei Shiqi raised the "Gui Soul Sword" and struck against the thunder. The bloody light was like the sky hanging upside down, destroying everything. The flash of lightning suddenly went out, and the sword was so fierce that it filled the sky with dark clouds. Sweeping it away, a sword mark appeared in the sky, suddenly opened, and the barrier between heaven and earth was looming.
One sword forced him out of the heavy barrier between heaven and earth. The blood in Wei Qiqi's body flourished, activating the power of the law. The second sword was struck out with a resounding sound. The heavy joints opened in the middle, and a wisp of familiar breath drifted and fell on Luojia Lake. , that is the breath of the spiritual realm, the breath of the homeland, the ghosts and spirits of the lower clan couldn't help but kneel to the ground, with tears in their eyes.
Sha Yanfa raised his eyebrows and blurted out: "Open after closing, they are going to return to the upper realm!"
Wei Shiqi lowered his head and glanced at the dragon whale, and conveyed an idea without a doubt, ordering it to carry the ghosts of the subordinate clan, through the great barrier of heaven and earth, to the "Heluchuan" hunting ground to wait for their fate. The red-fronted dragon whale let out a long roar, raised its tail fin and slapped it down heavily. The mountains of Luojia Lake roared with tsunami, and the lake water rolled back, revealing an endless stretch of rugged rocks, which had been buried in the mud for millions of years. This was the first time.
Exposed to the sky, it's shocking.
The dragon whale flew into the air with the power of a beat, paddled its pectoral and ventral fins, and hovered on the peninsula. Xuanyuan Qing saluted Wei Shiqi as a farewell, and greeted Xu Tieshou, Wei Hemen, and Xiong Shisui to lead the tribe aboard the dragon whale. I turned my back, raised my eyes and looked around, gradually letting go of my uneasiness. After sinking in the lower world for more than a hundred years, I was finally able to return to the spiritual realm. I got what I wanted, and I felt relieved for a while.
Wei Shiqi used the third sword again, and the power of the law suppressed the world, like a torrent passing through the gates, supporting the passage, the blood lines on the forehead of the dragon whale were as fierce as fire, instigating the blood, and followed the guidance of the law and soared into the sky. It gradually faded away, turning into a small black dot and disappearing at the end of the field of vision. The world is vast, Luojia Lake is in a mess, the lake water overflows the exposed rocks, the water monster is destroyed, the survivors are missing arms and legs, and are drifting with the current, it is terrible to watch.
One sword broke through the sky, one sword cut through the barrier, and one sword connected with the world. The sword cultivators were stunned when they saw these three swords. Wei Shiqi flicked his sleeves and said to Li Xingkong, Zhi Qihe, Sha Yanfa and others: "Today's fun is over, let's say goodbye, and we will meet again in the future. The treasures in the 'Sword Tomb' are valuable and should be left with all the masters. If you have any difficulties in the future, you might as well tell me with this bead -" He flicked his finger, and a red bead flew out, falling into the hands of Zhi Qihe, the head of Fuhai Sect, and returned to Luojia Lake with Ding Ning. Carrier wave away.
Everyone watched him go away, unable to let go for a long time. Sha Yanfa withdrew his gaze and stared at the red pearl in Zhi Qihe's hand, thoughtfully. Wei Shiqi once asked his junior brother Sha Qinlong about the origins of the senior master of Fuhai Sect, and said that he had fallen to the upper world. From this, it seems that he came for Fuhai Sect this time. No wonder he said goodbye I present a red pearl to Zhi Qihe for future contact. Sha Yanfa held the red bead in his palm, and his heart was like a mirror. If he asked Wei Shiqi to take action to save the Fuhaizong from being destroyed, he must remember the senior of the Saito sect.
This thought together made even him feel strange.
Zhi Qihe cast his gaze towards Buzhou Mountain, which was not visible in the distance. He let out a long sigh and returned home as fast as an arrow. He hurriedly said goodbye to the heads of the clan and summoned his sect disciples to embark on their return journey. He originally planned to ask all the sects to lend a hand out of sympathy, but after witnessing Wei Shiqi's three world-breaking swords, he knew that there was only one person in the world who could solve the calamity of Zhoushan, so there was no need to abandon the near and seek the far.
