Half an hour later.

The White-haired Sword Emperor appeared in Xiaoshanheyuan. He didn't know why Xiao Yi asked him to come.

As soon as he entered Xiao Yi's villa, the white-haired Sword Emperor smiled and said, "Xiao Zhenguo, what's the point of calling me here?"

He has now been named the Grand Marshal of Tianbao.

Although he does not have the power to fight against the sky like Xiao Yi, he is also at the top five of the Tianlong List. Once he enters the secret realm of immortality, his combat power is definitely several times that of Yang Zun.

Even with his superb swordsmanship, he can compete with the second-level human master!

Xiao Yi had already asked Xiaolin to refine the spirit of immortality in the secret room.

He glanced at the Sword Emperor Baihai.

During this period, the White-haired Sword Emperor led his army to fight south and north, and he worked hard and made great contributions. At the same time, the evil aura on his body became stronger and stronger. Just standing there gave people the feeling of being like a thousand troops, especially the sword aura was more concise than before. Xiao Yi said: "It seems that your sword aura has made a big breakthrough again!"

The White-haired Sword Emperor smiled and said, "I saw you fighting with Long Sihai before, and I had some insights!"

Xiao Yi's sword soul way is the supreme sword way.

The White-haired Sword Emperor was in the way of killing swords. Under the highest swordsmanship, he also had some insights when observing Xiao Yi's way of using the sword soul.

In addition, during this period of time, there were many battles.

He gradually walked out of his own path and condensed the realm of killing.

The combat power has also been greatly improved!

From the top five in the Tianlong List, we reached the top three in the Tianlong List.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the White-haired Sword Emperor. Among the strong men he encountered in the riot sea, the White-haired Sword Emperor was the one Xiao Yi valued the most. He said in a deep voice: "Dirty hair, do you want to live forever?"

"Um?"

The white-haired Sword Emperor was stunned, and a trace of spitting out of his eyes, staring at Xiao Yi.

Breathing becomes thicker involuntarily.

Eternal life!

Who doesn't want to?

If he hadn't been to find Su Wuxie, he would have left the riot seas and searched for the spirit of immortality.

only……

The spirit of immortality has always been controlled only in the hands of major holy places.

With the white-haired Sword Emperor's feet, the major holy lands would not like him at all. After all, the holy lands are all high and superior. How could they like a former pirate leader?

Because of this...

Only the White-haired Sword Emperor would choose to stay in the Daqian Dynasty.

call!

The white-haired Sword Emperor took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked, "Xiao Zhenguo, what do you mean..."

He knew the relationship between Xiao Yi and Fang Qingzhu.

That is the saint of Bai Yujing!

If you really give Xiao Yi one or two immortal spirits, it would be something that you can't understand.

Xiao Yi raised his lips slightly and nodded and said, "You guessed that, I have a spirit of immortality in my hand."

Plop!

The white-haired Sword Emperor knelt heavily on the ground, with red eyes swore: "The sky is above, my white-haired swears here, if Xiao Zhenguo is willing to give me the spirit of immortality, I will repay Xiao Zhenguo in this life! If I violate this oath, the five thunders will blow the top and all my body will be destroyed!"

Rumble!

There was a faint roar of thunder from the sky.

Lightning shines in the sky.

Xiao Yi's mouth raised slightly. The white-haired Sword Emperor was indeed smart and knew his thoughts.

Take blood as an oath.

This cannot be violated.

Once betrayed, the inner demon will be formed, like a vow, and both body and body will be destroyed.

Xiao Yi waved his hand and asked the White-haired Sword Emperor to stand up and said lightly: "You go to the secret room to meditate and adjust your state. Tonight, I will send the Spirit of Eternal Life to you. This founding ceremony, there will be strong people from all directions coming. I hope you can enter the secret realm of Eternal Life before the founding ceremony!"

The White-haired Sword Emperor is different from Yang Zun.

Whether it is talent, understanding, or your own strength.

Yang Zun is far inferior to the White-haired Sword Emperor.

Even so...

It took Yang Zun only half a month to refine the Spirit of Immortality.

Now there are still five days before the founding ceremony. Then, with the help of the Eternal Cauldron, it is completely enough for the White-haired Sword Emperor to refine the spirit of immortality and set foot in the secret realm of immortality.

"Don't worry, Xiao Zhenguo, my subordinates will do their best!" The white-haired Sword Emperor focused heavily.

That night.

Xiao Yi sent the freshly released spirit of immortality to the secret room where the White-haired Sword Emperor was located. The spirit of immortality refined this time was one level higher than that of Yang Zun. It was the fifth-grade spirit of immortality, which was more helpful to stimulate the strength of the White-haired Sword Emperor.

Place the immortal cauldron in a secret room.

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice: "I am here to protect the Dharma for you!"

"Um!"

The White-haired Sword Emperor took a deep breath, with a fiery light in his eyes. He cut his palm with one finger, and the red spirit of immortality penetrated into his palm with a whoosh. He instantly merged into the blood and began to wander around. The White-haired Sword Emperor shook his whole body and his whole body turned red instantly, like a cooked shrimp.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept oozing out.

There was even more dazzling blood in the sweat beads.

Blood-red sweat rolled down, and dripping to the ground.

The white-haired Sword Emperor endured the severe pain and circulated his vitality to refine the spirit of immortality. The blood and sweat on his body gradually burned, turning into red flames, wrapping his whole body. Like a fire man, the white-haired Sword Emperor's white-haired Sword Emperor's white-haired, which was as condensing as sword silk, was dancing one by one, and the terrible aura swept across the world...

Fortunately, Xiao Yi was protecting the magician on the side and instantly arranged dozens of formations to prevent the terrible aura from dissipating.

Just as Xiao Yi was the protector of the White-haired Sword Emperor, he was attacking the secret realm of immortality.

On the banks of the Tianhe River on the border of the Southern Heavenly Dynasty...

A figure walked on the water.

The surging waves of the sky did not wet him at all. Every step was hundreds of feet away, as if shrinking into an inch of the ground, with magical powers in his foot.

In an instant.

This person crossed the Tianhe River that stretched for hundreds of miles.

Entering the territory of the Daqian Dynasty.

The young man Feng Shen was handsome, wearing white clothes, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and a faint smile as if the wind was shrouded. He put his hands behind him, looked around, but frowned slightly: "Which direction is the Emperor of the Daqian Dynasty?"

Da da da da da!

A convoy came up the road ahead.

The young man raised his eyebrows and stepped forward to stand in front of the convoy.

Wow...

The convoy stopped immediately.

A strong man with a tiger back and a bear waist jumped off his horse, stared at the young man, and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing when I stop you from going?"

The young man said lightly: "How can the Emperor of the Daqian Dynasty leave?"

"So I'm asking for directions!"

The strong man sighed and then smiled and said, "It seems that you were also going to the imperial capital to attend the founding ceremony. We also happened to go to the imperial capital, or should you take a ride?"

However……

The young man frowned slightly and glanced at the strong man, with a hint of contempt and sarcasm in his eyes: "What are you? Ye Pei walks with me, Shen Qianyi?"

"Um?"

The strong man was stunned, and Shen Qianyi's attitude made him feel a little unhappy.

Several people behind him said, "Boss, don't talk nonsense to him, let's go by ourselves!"

"This kid is ungrateful. We invite him with kindness. He is still sarcastic about us like this. What should he do?"

The strong man sighed, turned over and pointed to the southeast: "You can reach the imperial capital of the Daqian Dynasty by walking all the way to the southeast!"

"Thank you for your guidance. In order to express your gratitude, I will give you the honor to be my dead soul under my sword, Shen Qianyi!"

Chen Qianyi grinned, but his whole body had not moved, but there was endless sword intent covering the sky.

Rumble!

The convoy in front of him fell apart and no one was spared.

"What an honor, I was able to die under my knife!"

Chen Qianyi looked at the corpses all over the ground, smiled slightly, looked at the southeast direction, walked away in the air, murmured and whispered to the world: "Xiao Yi, right? I want to see who is the first person in immortality!"

PS: Recommend "I Have Three Thousand Worlds", a very interesting book!
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