Chapter 1244: The Falling Sword

"Great Elder!"

Master Miaoyi's face turned pale.

The black-robed old man's cultivation has reached the perfection of the Taoist realm, and he is only half a step away from the spirit transformation realm.

Such a profound person was actually thrown out of the sky by Ye Chunyang with one sleeve. This person was so terrifying!

"I don't know that my senior is a master. I am willing to follow my senior and offer all the medicinal materials and treasures in the pavilion. I also ask my senior to spare my life!"

Master Miaoyi's legs trembled, and he knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly, making loud banging noises.

"Follow me?"

Ye Chunyang looked at him expressionlessly.

"Yes, yes, from now on, this junior will be a dog by senior's side, and he will never refuse, even through mountains of swords and seas of fire!" Master Miaoyi said fearfully.

"It doesn't matter if you are a dog, it is better than a villain." Ye Chunyang nodded.

Seeing that Ye Chunyang didn't take action, Master Miao Yi felt hopeful in his heart.

But soon, this hope was extinguished and turned into despair.

"But since you have become a villain, you might as well die."

Ye Chunyang spoke lightly.

An invisible spiritual thought shot out, and Master Miaoyi's face suddenly stiffened, his lips opened wide, and he fell to the ground.

There was huge fear in his eyes. He didn't understand why Ye Chunyang didn't move, but he, like Wang Ling, died without knowing how.

Ye Chunyang stretched out his hand to grab it, put away the innate spiritual copper and walked away.

…

In just two days, a piece of bombshell news spread like wings throughout the entire Silver Moon Kingdom cultivation world.

Miaoshou Pavilion, which had stood for hundreds of years and was revered by countless people, was wiped out overnight.

The master of the pavilion, Miaoyi Zhenren, died and his Taoism disappeared, and the supreme elder who had reached the perfect Taoist realm also disappeared from the world.

For a moment, all factions were shocked and everyone was shocked.

Although Miaoshou Pavilion is not a top sect, not even as good as some big families, this sect is famous for cultivating spiritual herbs. I don’t know how many monks have tried their best to obtain the other party’s magical medicine.

Therefore, Miaoshou Pavilion has a very wide network of people and complicated relationships, and often some big forces who covet them are also wary of them, but they did not expect that someone would suddenly destroy the sect.

As soon as this matter came out, the monks from all sides were not only shocked, but also secretly speculated whether Miaoshou Pavilion had provoked some terrible existence, which led to such a disaster.

At the same time, there were also major rumors in Lindu City.

Master Ye refined the Foundation Building Pill again and appeared in person, triggering a struggle among various forces.

The respectful attitude of the four masters towards him also made Master Ye even more mysterious, and more and more people secretly went to practice near Biyun Peak.

After returning from Miaoshou Pavilion, Ye Chunyang found that there were more and more people at the foot of the mountain. He frowned slightly in his heart, but ignored them too much and entered Biyun Peak directly.

However, just as he was about to walk into the sea of ​​clouds, he suddenly felt a gaze staring at him.

Looking back, I saw an old man.

Wearing a rag and linen shirt, his appearance is unremarkable, and there is no breath coming from his body. He looks like a mortal.

Catching his gaze, the old man smiled kindly, cupped his hands and left.

Ye Chunyang ignored it and continued up the mountain as if nothing had happened, and soon disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

No one knew that the moment the old man turned around and left, a strange smile appeared on his face.

In Biyun Peak, Xiaobao is carefully taking care of the spiritual field.

Without the spiritual cold jade to absorb, the spiritual energy in Biyun Peak has recovered a lot. With the spiritual spoon ripening, the spiritual grass in the spiritual field has also grown rapidly, and soon there will be a batch of medicinal materials that can be harvested.

Ye Chunyang took a Qiankun bag from Xiaobao, which was obtained from the sale of high-grade foundation-building pills.

After taking inventory, Ye Chunyang discovered that there were hundreds of thousands of mid-level spiritual stones inside, which was quite a harvest.

After integrating all the spiritual stones into the magic circle, the already thin spiritual energy in Biyun Peak suddenly became as dense as a tide, its quality was better than before, and the area covered by the sea of ​​clouds was doubled.

"With the support of these mid-level spiritual stones, the Taiqing Wuxiang Formation should be able to maintain it for a while."

After feeling the aura around him, Ye Chunyang felt satisfied.

Immediately, he continued to let Xiaobao take care of the cave while he started preparing to refine the flying sword.

In the secret room, several spiritual materials such as Tiancheng Thunderwood, Fusion Crystal Sand, Black Iron Essence, Innate Spirit Copper, and Spirit Cold Jade were placed one after another. Ye Chunyang then claps with one hand, and a cauldron shoots out of the Universe Bag.

The furnace is used to refine elixirs, while the tripod is used to refine weapons. The materials and properties of the two are quite different.

Both alchemists and weapon refiners need to have the Fire Spirit Root, but it is difficult to cultivate both. To focus on any one profession requires countless time and energy, and must have extraordinary spiritual power as a prerequisite. Therefore, These two professions are rare, and there are not many people who can master both alchemy and weapons.

And Ye Chunyang is exactly the person who is good at both alchemy and weapons.

With the "Spirit Refining Technique", a high-level technique for cultivating the soul, his spiritual consciousness is far superior to that of ordinary people. He also possesses various soul magic powers such as condensing his spiritual thoughts and transforming his soul into shape. Whether it is alchemy or weapon refining, he has reached the master level.

Of course, it does not mean that strong spiritual consciousness can cross the two professional barriers. Even if the prerequisites are sufficient, it will be difficult to understand without the rules.

Ye Chunyang traveled across the human world, possessing countless high-level elixir recipes and weapon refining techniques. He had even refined a set of eighty-one natal sword essences, and he already knew this very well.

He lightly tapped the Tiancheng thunderwood with his two fingers, and suddenly there was a loud buzzing, arcs of electricity flashed out wildly, and the entire secret room was filled with astonishing power of thunder and lightning.

Ye Chunyang carefully measured it for a while, and when the thunder attribute spiritual power of Tiancheng Leimu was activated to the extreme, he put it into the cauldron and pressed the magic formula again, and the three flavors of true fire burst into flames.

This fire is condensed from spiritual power. It is not only an excellent spiritual fire for alchemy, but also for refining tools.

The sound of "crackling" continued.

Even though Ye Chunyang had already predicted that when he was going to sacrifice this Tiancheng Thunder Wood, Ye Chunyang knew that he still underestimated the strength of the thunder and lightning contained in this wood. If it weren't for the good quality of the tripod he found, it would have collapsed by now.

At this time, Linghan Jade was naturally needed to neutralize the properties of the spiritual material.

Ye Chunyang waved his hand without hesitation, and the jade turned into a cold light and quickly escaped into the fire.

Sure enough, when the cold air dissipated, the thunder and lightning power in the tripod gradually softened.

Moreover, the Tiancheng Thunder Wood also began to show signs of smelting.

A look of joy flashed across Ye Chunyang's eyes, and the essence of black iron, innate spiritual copper and other things were also refined into the tripod one by one.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner.

When all the spiritual materials were smelted, rays of light shot out from the tripod in different colors.

Ye Chunyang released his spiritual sense to sense for a moment, and then he felt relieved.

…

Time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, 49 days had passed.

On the 48th day, Ye Chun woke up from his meditation, and a pleasant sound came from the cauldron.

With a flick of his hand, the fire in the cauldron went out.

Dozens of silver-glowing small swords floated up and down, with arcs of electricity wrapped around them, exuding an oppressive coldness, and bursts of majestic spiritual energy permeated.

This aura was no weaker than the Falling Star Ring that Gu Qian sacrificed outside the ancient tomb that day.

"Eighty-one flying swords have finally been refined."

"Although this set of flying swords is currently only among the ranks of upper-level innate spiritual treasures, the Great Thousand Sword Formation not only has a powerful attack, but also contains a profound sword-refining method. In the future, when the cultivation level is improved, other treasures can be found to integrate into the sword body to improve the grade."

Ye Chunyang was relieved, but also a little regretful.

However, it is not so easy to refine the Tongtian Lingbao. Thinking that the Daqian Sword Formation can be upgraded through various materials, he was relieved. When his cultivation breaks through to a higher level in the future, he will find other treasures to mix with smelting.

With a bend of his palm, dozens of flying swords swirled up.

These 81 flying swords looked very delicate, each only as long as a finger, but as Ye Chunyang urged the spell, the sword body immediately grew and radiated a dazzling brilliance.

With another change of spell, the sword formation rotated rapidly, and the whole secret room was full of dense sword shadows. Thunderous sounds continued to be heard, and the surrounding walls were covered with cracks with just a slight touch.

This was still under Ye Chunyang's deliberate control. If he exerted his strength, with the power of this sword formation, killing a spiritual transformation cultivator would be as easy as killing a chicken, and the opponent's life could be taken easily.

"It's a pity that I have lost all my magic power. I have only broken through to the Dao Foundation Realm. Otherwise, with the power of the Great Thousand Sword Formation, it would be no problem for me to dominate the Demon God Realm."

Ye Chunyang smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to recall the sword formation.

"Shua shua" several sounds broke through the air.

The eighty-one flying swords shrank rapidly, and then one by one, they formed a three-foot long sword, lying in Ye Chunyang's hand.

"Since this sword is made of Tiancheng Thunder Wood, it is specially used to defeat evil spirits, so let's call it the Sword of Death!"

Ye Chunyang muttered to himself, and then a stream of spiritual energy wrapped around it, and the flying sword disappeared into the body.

The word "死" means to conquer and kill, and it is unstoppable.

These eighty-one swords of death are connected with his mind. In the future, they will be cultivated as the natal sword essence, and their power will increase day by day, and it will be no problem to kill immortals and destroy Buddhas.

The flying sword has been completed, and Ye Chunyang came out of retreat immediately.

At this moment, he had an unparalleled sharpness on his body, as if he was a sword that could hold up the sky, and his edge could split the sky.

As soon as the magic formula was urged, Xiaobao immediately appeared beside him.

Ye Chunyang took out the Qinghuang Sword from the Qiankun Bag and handed it to him.

Now that he had eighty-one swords as his natal sword essence, the Qinghuang Sword given by Cheng Ye was naturally of little use, and considering that Xiaobao currently had no magic weapon, it was better to use this sword temporarily.

However, Xiaobao was equivalent to himself, and Ye Chunyang would naturally not be willing to drive such a low-level treasure. When the conditions were sufficient in the future, Xiaobao would also need to have a powerful magic weapon.

After handing the Qinghuang Sword to Xiaobao, Ye Chunyang also transferred the Seven Star Sword Formation to him, and strengthened the divine consciousness he left behind, so that he could activate the sword formation by himself.

Although the power of this sword formation was less than one-tenth of the Great Thousand Sword Formation, it could be invincible in the Silver Moon Country.

If there were some minor troubles in the past, Xiaobao would just take action to deal with them.

"Huh?"

Just when Ye Chunyang had planned everything, his consciousness caught a hint of unusual movement at the foot of the mountain.

He didn't want to pay attention, but after sensing a certain woman, his brows slightly frowned.

"It seems that they really regard my Biyun Peak as their own place and can do whatever they want. In this case, they should also learn what the power of the strong is!"

Ye Chun's face sank slightly, and he jumped out of the sea of ​​clouds.