Ding Ning's heart suddenly moved when she heard the words. Wei Shiqi's words were profound. There must be a sword that suits her in the sword tomb. Now that she is not advancing but retreating, she can only turn to things outside her body for help. She glanced attentively and walked slowly.

Stepping forward, his right hand aroused a wisp of "Qing Qi" and brushed the sword handle one by one. The flying sword was like the wind blowing wheat waves, falling, swaying and buzzing.

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. It traveled in the long river of time, in the past and in the future, looking for blood and energy. Although its body was strong, it was

Unable to practice, he was determined to pursue the great path, but was still unable to take the most crucial step. In Long Jing's view, Ding Ning could stay with his master and devote himself to practice, and he was the lucky one with a bright future.

Ding Ning walked among the flying swords, looking left and right, dizzying. Unknowingly, he relaxed. His heart was beating lively, as if he had returned to his carefree childhood. 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 "clang" sound, the flying sword jumped high and fell into her palm.

Ding Ning grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with five fingers, feeling the lightness and weight, as if it was tailor-made. He felt a little happy at first, and looked down. The sword style was slender and simple, without modification. The sword's spine was engraved with "Pei He" on the hilt.

The two words, "Qing Ling Qi" were poured into it, and it was flowing and swirling without any dissatisfaction. She glanced at Wei Shiqi and stopped walking. She was kind and always thought it was good, and this was the sword!

Wei Shiqi took the "Gui Soul Sword", and Ding Ning took the "Pui He Sword". The remaining thousands of ownerless flying swords fell to the ground, tall and short, 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 corroded by the power of the netherworld, they are no more than scraps of copper and iron, useless. Even though Iron Hand and others know that there may be magical weapons in them, they have no intention of picking them out.

The questions that need to be asked have been clearly asked, and the things that need to be said have been clearly stated. Wei Shiqi called Xu, Wei, and Xiong forward and asked them where they were going.

I will serve you through fire and water!" Wei He and Xiong Shisui slowed down for a moment, looked at each other, and both expressed their willingness to attach themselves to Jiwei. The upper seven clans have controlled the spiritual realm for tens of millions of years, but they have not moved. Thirty-three times

The ups and downs of the clan are like a revolving lantern. The Yi clan, the Yan clan, and the Li Ya clan have been removed from the lower clans. They are like black magpies circling a tree, with no branches to rely on. Joining Wei Shiqi's command is the best choice.

Wei Shiqi said: "Do you want to return to the spiritual realm?"

Xu Tieshou felt as if he had been stung by a wasp. He jumped up in excitement and shouted: "It's his grandma's." He stretched out his hand and slapped himself in the mouth, knocking back the foul words. Wei Hemen coughed and hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.

Said: "Heaven and earth exclude us. This world is not a place where we can stay for a long time. I have my wish to return to the spiritual realm, but I dare not ask for it!"

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: "What on earth does he want to do if he despises the world so much?" This question brought out the thoughts of all sword cultivators, summoning the calamity thunder to come and wave it away, playing with it in the palm of his hand.

How arrogant and majestic! A true man should be like this. Although this person is not a swordsman, he is even better than a swordsman!

The blood 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 red. The next moment, the wind and clouds rolled, thunderbolts resounded, and thunder fell from the sky. Wei Shiqi mentioned

"Gui Soul Sword" struck against the calamity thunder. The bloody light was like a river hanging upside down, destroying everything. The flash of lightning suddenly went out. The sword was fierce and swept away the dark clouds in the sky. A sword mark appeared in the sky. Suddenly, the heaven and earth were closed.

Faintly visible.

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. Then the second sword was struck out, with a resounding sound, the heavy joints opened jointly, and a wisp of familiar breath drifted and fell on Luojia Lake.

, that was the breath of the spiritual realm, the breath of the homeland, and the ghosts of the lower clan couldn't help but kneel to the ground, with tears filling their eyes.

Sha Yanfa raised his eyebrows and blurted out: "Open again after heavy 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 him to carry the ghosts of his subordinates, through the gates of heaven and earth, to the "Heluchuan" hunting ground to wait. The red-fronted dragon whale let out a long roar,

Raising the tail fin and slamming it down, the mountains of Luojia Lake roared with tsunamis, and the lake water rolled back, revealing endless jagged rocks that had been buried in the mud for millions of years. They were exposed to the sky for the first time, which was shocking.

The dragon whale flew into the air with the power of a beat, paddled its pectoral and pelvic fins, and hovered on the peninsula. Xuanyuan Qing saluted Wei Shiqi and said goodbye, and greeted Xiong Shisui and Wei Hemen. Xiong Shisui led 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 and turned into a small black spot, disappearing at the end of the field of vision. The world was vast, Luojia Lake was in a mess, the lake water overflowed the exposed rocks, the water monster suffered a disaster, and the survivors were missing arms and legs, drifting with the tide.

, too miserable to look at.

One sword broke through the sky, one sword cut through the barrier, and one sword connected to the upper world. The sword cultivators witnessed these three swords and were stunned. Wei Shiqi fluttered his sleeves and went to Li Xingkong, Zhiqihe, Sha Yanfa and other methods.

"Today's fun is over, let's say goodbye. We'll meet again in the future if we have the chance. The treasures stored in the 'Sword Tomb' are valuable and are left at your disposal. If you have any difficulties in the future, you might as well tell me with this pearl -" He flicked his finger,

A red bead flew out and fell into the hands of Zhi Qihe, the head of Fuhai Sect. He took Ding Ning back and stepped into Luojia Lake, carrying the waves 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 senior master of Fuhai Sect.

He also mentioned that he had already fallen into the upper world. From this, it seems that he came for Fuhai Sect. No wonder he gave Zhi Qihe a red pearl before leaving and kept it for future contact. General Sha Yanfa

He 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 Fu Haizong from extinction, he must remember the senior of the Saito Sect.

This thought made even him feel strange.

Zhi Qihe cast his gaze towards the distant Buzhou Mountain, sighed deeply, and returned home as fast as an arrow. He hurriedly said goodbye to the heads of the sects, and summoned the sect disciples to embark on the return journey. He originally planned to ask the sects to lend a helping hand out of sympathy.
Chapter completed!