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"Hmph! The evil spirit is coming, which is also the future. No matter how evil the evil spirit is, I, Yan Fusheng, may not be afraid of him. I have already prepared for breaking the sword mountain. I am still stepping on the sword mountain to use the sword mountain to sharpen my will, temper my mood, and encourage my Taoist practice. Now my cultivation and supernatural powers have greatly improved. It is time to leave. The crow quickly merges with the body of the crow and follows me to fight the abyss."

Yan Fusheng's closed eyes suddenly opened, and two deep divine lights burst out from his eyes. A faint breath of devouring the world was transmitted, and the pressure that reached the fourth level of heaven was gushed out from every pore in his body.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

The pressure continued to roll out in all directions, landing on the sword mountain. The blades trembled violently, making crisp sounds of swords, as if powerful sword auras burst out from the tip of the sword. It seemed that a strong provocation was felt. The blade instinctively produced anger.

"Boy Yan, you really have a way to break through the sword mountain."

The crow was overjoyed. He knew that Yan Fusheng was quite familiar with what he said, as long as he said it, there would be basically no falsehood. If he could break it, he would be almost 80% sure.

"Soul-Suppressing Tower, collect ghost fire for me!!"

Yan Fusheng did not hesitate, walking on the tip of the knife, but a silence came out of his mouth. Between his eyebrows, a black ancient tower covered with cracks emerged out of thin air, emitting a strong devouring force. A terrible and deep vortex appeared between his eyebrows, exuding a strong suction force, covering the entire sword mountain.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo!!

Suddenly, shrill ghost cry came out one after another. Nearby, ghost fires followed the devouring force and quickly drilled into the middle of the eyebrows, one after another. Wherever they went, ghost fires were absorbed into the ancient tower. Although Yan Fusheng had been devouring the ghost fire to practice, the remaining ghost fires in the sword mountain were too huge. When the sword mountain was formed, almost all the broken souls and spirits of all the abyss clans and the underworld beasts swept in and turned into ghost fires.

The number is not only hundreds or thousands, but tens of thousands.

In the past half a month, Yan Fusheng only absorbed and refined more than a hundred pieces.

The remaining ghost fire is simply a more magical tonic than the Yin Po Bead.

Click!!

Step by step, he walked through the entire Knife Mountain. He quickly swallowed all the ghost fires in the Knife Mountain and took them all into the ancient tower. After walking around, there was no more ghost fires in the entire Knife Mountain.

"Boy Yan, the ghost fire has been removed. What do you want to do now? Although the sword mountain is derived from the ancient sword, if you can't find the original body of the ancient sword, don't want to escape. Have you found the ancient sword?" The crow asked with great concern.

"The trick is not that there is no trick, but if I crack it that way, I'll be too slow. If I want to break it, then I'll break it directly. There are countless battle knives in the sword mountain. Then I will destroy these battle knives and destroy the last one, which is the body of the ancient sword. Why do I need to look for it? Cut it! Cut it all, cut it off all, and I will break the sword mountain. I'm leaving, who can stop me."

Yan Fusheng's black hair danced wildly, like a god and a demon, word by word, exuding endless domineering. This is the most direct and violent method. There is no other way, but it just takes too much time, which is not as good as the top single sword.

"What?"

The crow was shocked and could not have thought that he would have such an idea.

"Yan Luo Blade, accompany me to walk all over the sword mountain, absorb the sword energy, and temper your endless sharpness. If the Yama Luo Blade has no edge, that is to open the sword mountain, and if the Yama Luo Blade has no edge, then use the sword mountain as the blade."

Yan Fusheng's right hand suddenly appeared on the blood-colored divine iron behind him. The moment he held it on the divine iron, a cold chill was transmitted to his body, but it could not cause any damage to it.

clang!!

When his wrist turned, the divine iron, which looked like a knife and a sword, was unsharp and bladeless, was unsheathed. On one side, the divine iron was a thousand vicious souls and an immortal war soul. Fierce evil and fighting spirit coexisted. The slender blade body was flashing with wisps of blood, and the war souls and vicious souls appeared on it were lifelike, as if they were about to break out of the divine iron at any time.

On one side is a blade and on the other side is a sword blade. Both blades have not yet opened. The Yan Luo Blade, which weighs 3,000 pounds, emits a heavy sword without a sharp edge. It is a breath of cleverness, fierceness, and fighting spirit interweave a unique aura.

This is the evil iron of the Yellow Springs. Although the top divine iron in the world has not been completely refined into weapons, it is always tempered and nurtured with the reincarnation treasure refining technique, and constantly imprinting its own soul mark into the divine iron. Although the divine iron has not yet formed a ban in the divine iron, the divine iron itself is an indestructible divine material.

"kill!!"

Yan Fusheng held the divine iron, and the weight of three thousand pounds was not at all burdened in his hand. He pointed to the ground diagonally and took three steps forward. The knife moved with him. With the help of these three steps, the blood-colored divine iron suddenly swept across the countless battle knives in front. In his body, streams of pure soul power were poured into the divine iron without any reservation.

The blood light on the divine iron is extremely rich.

Dangdangdang!!

With a crisp sound, dozens of war swords in front of him burst out from the magic iron, a rich evil force in the Huangquan burst out from the magic iron, immediately eroding the war sword. The spirituality in the war sword quickly dissipated, and rust appeared on the sharp sword. It was split into pieces by the magic iron on the spot, turning into pieces of fragments and bursting in all directions. When the fragments were in mid-air, they suddenly dissipated and turned into a series of forced sword auras.

"Use the sword energy of the sword mountain to forge my Yan Luo Blade with the supreme edge."

Yan Fusheng shattered the battle sword. Seeing the fragments turned into sword energy, the light flashed in his eyes and immediately let out a silence. The unique characteristics of the true power of reincarnation exploded on the Yan Luo Blade in an instant. It emitted a strange devouring force. The sword energy that was about to escape was immediately taken away by the slashed divine iron out of thin air.

Strong and firm!!

Strands of pure sword energy were absorbed into the divine iron, and immediately tempered the blade on the Yan Luo blade. Suddenly, you could see that the blade that was originally like an iron block faintly appeared. The sword energy was constantly tempering and blending into it, but the sword energy was not tempered by the sword energy. The blunt blade of Wufeng had faintly thinned a little, a trace that was noticed.

Click!!

Yan Fusheng immediately bullied himself and stepped on an area after it was broken under the divine iron. The sword was broken and the white bones were exposed. When he stepped on the white bones, the white bones were broken, but his aura suddenly rose. With just one blow, it completely confirmed that the method he used was indeed effective, and his belief suddenly became extremely firm.

With a wave of his hand, the divine iron slashed down at the countless sharp swords in front of him again.

The evil power of the Yellow Spring contained in the divine iron is simply the natural enemy of these battle swords. It corrodes the spirituality and makes the tough battle sword extremely fragile. Wherever it goes, it shatters on the spot. It turns into a sword energy and wraps around the Yan Luo blade. It tempers the blade for the divine iron.

Bang bang bang bang!

Every step, dozens of war swords shattered. The sword energy flew. The war sword let out a whine.

It's like a ghost walking on a mountain of swords. It's rampant in hell.

Half a month of hell-like tempering, absorbing ghost fire and gaining a lot of memories, enriching one's own experience, improving one's mood, casting a ladder, achieving the third ladder, seven points of soul pill, and advancing to the fourth level of heaven, reaching the level of heaven-level cultivation. This is an extremely important transformation, and at this moment it swept across the sword mountain, invincible. For a moment, countless feelings, heroism, fighting spirit, and beliefs rushed to the mind. A boldness, no pleasure, and no pleasure. Immediately, I roared to the sky.

"The road in the underworld, the road of ghosts and gods, there is no need to hesitate to step on the road ahead, the heart is not dark, the blood is not cold, the yin and yang of heaven and earth can be circulated, and laugh at the gate of ghosts, and look proudly at the road of yin and yang, and hundreds of thousands of loyal souls dare to compete for deer."

The long roar was filled with infinite heroic spirit, which penetrated the Dao Mountain, broke through the body of the Nether Crow, floated up from the Yin Mountain, covering the entire Yin Mountain area, and fell into the ears of every ghost clan. It was about to stimulate the blood and passion in the body. The soul fire was beating violently.

The long roar that soared into the sky made the wolf king who was just about to attack the formation map frown slightly and looked at Yinshan. A cold look appeared on his face.

"The war song is beautiful, Yinshan, Yinshan, and what is there in Yinshan? Such war songs contain the domineering spirit of the king, and it is impossible for ordinary ghosts to write it. It is impossible for the war songs to contain such amazing fighting spirit. The unyielding belief has never appeared until now. Could it be that the king of hell in Yinshan is in Yinshan?"

The wolf king's eyes flashed with a few dangerous lights, and he couldn't help but murmur.

"It's the city lord's voice. Could it be that the city lord has come out of seclusion?" The three of Tiexue immediately looked at Yinshan. Hearing the long roar, he couldn't help but feel excited in his heart.

"As Zhuge said, the King of Hell, Yan Fusheng, is in seclusion. There are no people in seclusion in the city. Could it be that the seclusion is in Yinshan? Although the singing is shallow, it has a kind of heroic spirit and a kingly aura. I don't know what the ghost clan who can make such a war song will look like." Fairy Gushe, standing on the back of the phoenix, couldn't help but feel curious and pondered to himself.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

Large pieces of battle swords smashed into pieces on the spot under the magic iron, and the sword energy continued to wrap around the blade, tempering the blade. The blade became thinner and thinner, and the edge was flashing faintly. The battle songs together, the passion could not be stopped, and the battle swords were wiped out step by step, sweeping out the large area, and the sword mountain was crying.

"The Abyss Clan, blocking the way, can also be killed under the blade of Yama Luo. The underworld is broken and the undead falls. I want to reorganize the old mountains and rivers, the swords and mountains are dangerous, the purgatory is painful, and temper the immortal soul of the heavenly war, fight! Fight! Fight!!"

With one step and another, the divine iron hit the sword mountain again and again, and countless battle swords were shattered one after another. Countless blood-colored sword aura surrounded the divine iron, and in just an instant, half of the sword mountain swept across. Under the evil power of the divine iron emitted by the divine iron, no battle sword could stop a knife. Every step forward made his own momentum rise.

The body that sets off is extremely tall.
Chapter completed!