Murong Yuanrui listened carefully to the movement of the soul-summoning banner in the entrance hall, and at the same time Xie Liuyun was also listening.

Pure Yang comes out of the sword, the divine sword is misty, and you hear thunder in silence.

However, the time of incense has passed, and the soul-summoning banner in the entrance hall has not moved at all.

Xie Liuyun couldn't hold on anymore and glanced at Lu Chunyang.

I found that his expression was still as strong as ever, and he was proud.

However, Xie Liuyun, who was as careful as a child, did not miss any details.

He found that Lu Chunyang's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, as if he noticed something wrong with him. Lu Chunyang held the Qingshou sword in his arms, covering up this flaw.

Xie Liuyun's heart sank.

Did Xie Lan avoid this sword?

This is impossible.

His six-person Yin-Yang Sword had clearly grasped his flaws, and Senior Brother Chunyang has raised this sword for many days and has absorbed the murderous aura of the Dragon Puppet Battle. Even the Daozu dared not take this kind of sword.

If the Demonic God of Death is here, she can help Xie Lan in the present disaster. Now the God of Death has not come at all, how could Xie Lan avoid it?

Although Xie Liuyun had doubts, he did not ask.

If he didn't ask, it didn't mean that no one asked. Zhang Daoling also noticed something was wrong and walked towards him.

"Chunyang, what's going on?" Zhang Daoling asked.

"I condensed the sword body of the divine sword, shattered the hero's sword, and cut off Xie Lan's vitality." Lu Chunyang said lightly.

Zhang Daoling felt relieved when he heard this, and then asked, "Why hasn't the news of his death been heard yet?"

"Xie Lan's soul hid in the entrance hall, so I controlled the sword and sword body and chased into the entrance hall."

"What then?" Zhang Daoling's expression changed and he quickly asked.

"Then I can't sense the existence of the Divine Sword Pheasant again, and I haven't come back until now." Speaking of this, Lu Chunyang's face finally lost its peace.

Zhang Daoling was silent.

After a long silence, Zhang Daoling glanced at Xie Liuyun, patted his shoulder and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he walked away silently without saying anything.

Even though he didn't say anything, Xie Liuyun could understand what Zhang Daoling meant that Lu Chunyang's magical sword fetus would not be back.

"Senior Brother Chunyang, your sword fetus will never come back." Xie Liuyun said.

"What?" Lu Chunyang asked in surprise.

"The Hero's Sword is a sword of heaven. As long as one of the three runes on the sword is still there, the sword will never be destroyed. In Huiyuan Ancient City, Xie Lan has activated the magic sword rune, and your magic sword energy has activated the magic sword rune. Logically speaking, there should be ghost sword rune on the sword. As long as the ghost sword rune is still there, the hero's Sword will not be destroyed."

"you mean?"

"Yes, Xie Lan has taken the lead in condensed the ghost sword fetus, and the thing I worry about the most is that it happened."

...

Windstone Canyon, in the porch.

The divine sword is misty, the demon sword is surging, and the ghost sword is quiet.

Understanding the ancient Three Swords is something I have been thinking about for a long time.

I have been reluctant to become a celestial master just to wait for this day to come.

I have never practiced the Divine Sword, but when Lu Chunyang's Divine Sword Physical Sword was subdued by me, the mystery about the Divine Sword Practice immediately emerged in my sea of ​​consciousness.

The sword body is actually the crystallization of sword cultivation.

Others practice first and then develop a fetus, but my magic sword is the opposite.

With the ancient Three Swords, my combat power will not be improved qualitatively. At most, I can attain the Heavenly Lord.

To achieve qualitative change and reach the level of the Demonic Patriarch, what we need to do is to merge the ancient Three Swords. To achieve this, the first thing we need to do is to repair all the three swords and then merge them.

This is an extremely long process of practice, and it is even no less difficult than realizing the Great Way of Heaven from scratch.

The road to the great pass is as iron as iron, and now I walk around and cross.

When I thought of this sentence, I suddenly remembered my body of the Heavenly Lord.

The vitality has been cut off by Lu Chunyang, and there is not even a trace of it left for me. Even if I want to be a celestial master, I can't do it.

This is a big problem.

Xueyang had no physical body at the beginning, but she was in Guixu at that time. Guixu was full of spiritual energy and did not lack vitality.

That's why I had the opportunity to condense her into the body of the green lotus.

And now, I died in the ancient land of Longmen Desert. There is only the intention to die here and there is no chance of life.

The only thing that is thankful is that my body was not broken, and Lu Chunyang's sword energy began to collapse from the inside, leaving me with the entire body.

What I have to do now is how to reunite the soul and the corpse, and at the same time activate the already destroyed vitality.

However, no matter how hard I try, the consciousness of the gods cannot find the coordinates that can lead to outside the entrance.

If the consciousness god wants to return to his position, he must have a physical acceptance. I am already dead, and the consciousness god can only be imprisoned in the mystical gate.

I can sense the existence of the outside world, but the outside world cannot sense me.

In other words, although I am not dead, I have disappeared from the three realms.

...

Ali had red eyes and touched my cheek with his hands.

My long black hair was messy on the black sand, and my cheeks were dark blue because they lost their vitality.

Ali touched my eyes with his hands, cried silently, and tears fell on my face.

Xie Yun was also covered in tears. She didn't know what happened to me, but only saw the sword energy that broke through the air.

"The sword comes from the northwest, and the northwest is a humanitarian battlefield. It is no need to guess who took this sword." Feng Shiba said.

"The magic sword Miaomiao, with the cultivation of the Taoist ancestor, only Lu Chunyang's sword energy can be fatal with one sword." Bei Mingxiu said.

"How did Lu Chunyang know that Taoist Ancestor is here?" Bai Rushuang asked.

"Don't forget that there is another Xie Liuyun in the human world. Liuren Yin-Yang Sword is watching the secrets of heaven. He is in the ancient land of the Longmen Desert. Xie Liuyun has the opportunity to lock in the qi of the Taoist ancestor." Feng Shiba said.

"I don't care who made the move. I only care whether Brother Lan is really dead." A Li said loudly.

When A Li asked this, everyone was silent.

Because this matter cannot be confirmed, they cannot sense my soul at all, and no one dares to easily determine my life and death.

"Senior Master Feng, can Brother Lan's body be activated?" A Li asked again.

Feng Shiba shook her head. She had tried it many times.

The consciousness is trapped in the entrance hall, and the vitality is cut off. The wind of resurrection cannot find the source of vitality, so it cannot activate my body.

There is no doubt that the body is dead, they just want to confirm whether my soul is still there.

"Okay, I'll kill Lu Chunyang now and avenge Daozu." A Li stood up and gritted his teeth and said.

"The elite of the humanitarian army is here, and you will undoubtedly go to death now. The Taoist ancestor is not sure if he has the energy and death, but he may not be able to die." Feng Shiba said.

"So what?" Ali raised his eyebrows and said.

"A Li, we have to make a long-term plan to avenge Daozu. Let's return to the ruins first." Bei Mingxiu said.

"I'm not willing to leave like this." Ali said.

At this moment, Xie Yun, who had not spoken, stood in front and said, "I have a way to try it."

"What method?" Feng Shiba asked immediately.

"The Taoist ancestor was born into a human race. Maybe I can use my soul-summoning banner to recall his soul." Xie Yun said.

"The human race's soul-summoning banner? The two emperors of Yan and Huang have been loyal to the way of heaven. How can the human race have soul-summoning banners?" No one knows about this history, and Feng Shiba was once the god of the heavenly court, so she knew about it.

"There are three ancestors, and it is not only Yan Emperor Huangdi who has the soul-summoning banner."

"Are you talking about the Jiuli Banner of the Demon Lord Chiyou?" Feng Shiba had already guessed Xie Yun's identity before, and looked at her with a burning look.

"Yes." Xie Yun nodded.

"Do you know how dangerous it will bring to the human race without authorization?" Feng Shiba asked again.

"I know."

Conjuring souls is not a trivial matter, and it is even more dangerous to sacrifice soul-summoning banners.

Because the soul-summoning banner represents the energy, if there is an accident, then the destruction of a Taoist sect or a race will be a destruction.

"Since you know, you're willing to do this?"

"Because I know that I cannot protect billions of human races alone."

...

East China Sea, Beidou Star Garden.
To be continued...