The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Anyway, no matter whether they were chosen or not, who was chosen and who was not chosen, it was a certainty that she could return to the small world, so she stopped joining in the fun and retreated directly to the river. Bu Yuyao took the elixir and was lying on one side, still in a coma.

She sat down cross-legged, posing, eating melons, watching the show, watching them choose the Xuanming Sword from thousands of swords like they were buying lottery tickets. Each person can only choose once. Isn't it just a matter of luck? Let’s see who is the lucky king.

After the snake clan disciples learned about the situation, they all invited themselves to come forward and have a try. Unfortunately, the swords drawn out were all ordinary, nothing special, and everyone was inevitably disappointed. Those swords had been waiting here for an unknown length of time. After being pulled out, they all circled around the person who pulled the sword, as if begging for blood to be recognized as their owner. However, since the artifact was hidden in it, how could they regard ordinary swords as valuable, so only a few people chose to form a contract with the sword, and the sword that was abandoned on the ground returned to its original position.

When those disciples who threw away their first choice greedily wanted to try another sword, they couldn't pull it out no matter what. The next best thing was to retrieve the original sword, but it was also impossible to pull it out of the ground.

Sure enough, a person only has one choice.

Mu Qianxi watched them open the blind box. It didn't matter if they couldn't open it. If they couldn't open it, she wouldn't have to sacrifice the sword.

After all the Snake Clan disciples were selected, she saw that the Eleventh Hall seemed to have realized something, and she whispered something to the City God. Afterwards, the City God looked like he suddenly realized something, and stepped forward to pick a sword and formed a blood contract with it.

I thought that after hearing the words of the Eleventh Hall, the City God would choose the Xuanming Sword, but I didn’t expect that it would be an ordinary sword at first glance.

Mu Qianxi thought to herself: It seems that the Eleventh Palace has not figured out how to find the Xuanming Sword.

Situ Yin suddenly stepped forward and said to the Eleventh Palace: "Your Majesty, why don't you choose a sword?"

"It won't be too late after you finish your selection." He replied calmly and calmly.

"Then I will choose first. But after I finish choosing, His Highness Eleven may not have a chance." Situ Yin raised the corners of his lips slightly and walked forward.

High Priest Bu Zhongyao stepped forward and warned: "Use your spiritual consciousness to try your best to communicate with the sword spirit of each sword. As the head of ten thousand swords, the Xuanming Sword must have the most unique sword spirit."

Situ Yin nodded, flew to the center of the sword group, unfolded his spiritual consciousness, closed his eyes and felt the thousands of swords.

Mu Qianxi saw a giant transparent snake twisting behind him, similar to a human soul, which opened her eyes.

It seems that Situ Yin is really quite likely to find the Xuanming Sword. She glanced at Hall 11, and he looked calm, as if he didn't care at all. But wasn't his main purpose in entering the secret realm of the divine weapon just to get the Xuanming Sword? Now half of the sword is about to fall into someone else's pocket, why aren't you in a hurry?

After a long time, Mu Qianxi felt sleepy and yawned repeatedly, but Situ Yin still didn't move. Just when she couldn't hold on any longer and was about to fall asleep, Situ Yin finally withdrew his spiritual consciousness and opened his eyes.

He flew back from among the thousands of swords, frowned, and shook his head at the high priest: "No, although I have tried to communicate with them using my spiritual sense, I still can't get the information about the Xuanming Sword."

Releasing spiritual consciousness for too long may damage the soul. He has tried his best to communicate with as many sword spirits as possible within a limited time.

Does that mean it’s time to go to the Eleventh Hall to choose a sword? Whether I win or not, I can go home!

Thinking of this, Mu Qianxi suddenly became energetic and excited. She shouted excitedly to the Eleventh Hall not far away: "Come up to the Eleventh Hall! It's your turn!"

She was so happy that others thought she was cheering for him. When Situ Yin saw this, his face became even more ugly.

Eleventh Hall glanced at her lightly and was too lazy to pay attention to her. Only he knew that she just wanted to go home early. She didn't care at all who the Xuanming Sword Flower ended up with.

"Your Highness," the City God saw that he was about to step forward to choose a sword. He looked seriously for a rare moment and said seriously, "Swords are like people. They may be exactly the same on the outside, but their souls cannot be exactly the same without flaws. Each of these swords, The handles are all similar, but different. Feel it with your heart and realize the uniqueness of each sword. Only by understanding the essence of the sword through the sword body can you choose the Xuanming Sword."

Although everyone is not sure that the Xuanming Sword fell into the hands of others, they have to admit that what the City God said is absolutely true, but they have not understood the essence of the sword.

When everyone thought that he would understand the meaning of the City God and feel every sword with his heart as the City God said, his eyes were cold and he asked: "Why should I feel it?"

City God:......

Crowd: ...

After speaking, he stepped forward, stood in front of the bare land, stood in front of thousands of tombs, stood in front of thousands of standing swords, and said: "Every sword here can be a Xuanming sword. It doesn’t have to be the Xuan Ming Sword. The key is whether the Xuan Ming Sword sword spirit chooses to live in the sword body. My patience is limited. Now, I am not choosing you, but letting you make a choice, come out or not. "

As soon as he finished speaking, two balls of hell fire rose up from the palms of his hands and struck Wan Jian. The blue blazing fire directly burned the sword in front of him, leaving no ashes left.

Everyone was shocked.

Bu Zhongyao said to Situ Yin: "Maybe he wants to destroy all the swords!"

Situ Yin frowned. Although he was unhappy in his heart, he had to admire the courage of the person in front of him. When everyone fell into the default situation of choosing a sword, he took the initiative to escape from this situation and turned his back on the guest.

Mu Qianxi was dumbfounded when she saw his actions, and the awe of him in her heart rose crazily. I'm so irritable, I've met people even more irritable than me, but I'm so awesome, so right, and so witty. Although it is cruel, just tell me if it is useful.

"You won't show up, right?" His eyes became colder, and he used his spiritual power to release more powerful hellfire, and used his power to push the flames to their peak. This time, the burning range of the flames was wider than the first time. .

The sword in the underworld fire quickly burned red, melted, and disappeared. Two times, the underworld fire burned three-quarters of the sword to ashes.

Seeing that he was about to destroy the Xuanming Sword, Bu Zhongyao immediately became anxious and shouted to him: "Everything has spirit, and it would be too cruel for the Eleventh Hall to do this."

He glanced at Bu Zhongyao with a mocking look in his eyes: "You didn't say that all things have animism when you were enjoying the good things and drinking the demon essence."

This sentence is extremely hurtful. Mu Qianxi was ashamed. She also ate a big bag of braised food. So she was committing a heinous crime.

Bu Zhongyao was so angry that he couldn't refute, and his face turned red with anger.

There was still no movement in the sword pool. He snorted coldly, his deep eyes were piercingly cold, and his tone was unchangeable and majestic: "Xuanming Sword Spirit, your last chance. If you don't show up again, I will throw away these ten thousand people." After the sword is destroyed, let me see how you can absorb the spiritual energy through Wanjian again. Don’t think that I won’t do it. No matter how powerful the artifact is, if it cannot be used by me, it is just a useless sword to me."

Then he randomly took out a low-level sword from the Qiankun bag and threw it on the ground, saying: "All swords are destroyed, so you just wait to inhabit this low-level sword without a weapon spirit. Three, two..."

Even though it was not a countdown for her, as a bystander, Mu Qianxi could still clearly feel the pressure and fear. It was too scary. If this was meant for her, she could kneel down to him on the spot and make a fool of himself.

"One." The countdown ended. He looked at the swords indifferently, using his power mercilessly. He rotated his palm slightly, and the blue ghost fire instantly rose from the palm of his hand.

When he was about to strike out the Hell Fire, the sword closest to him in front of him suddenly trembled and emitted a dazzling blue light.

Everyone exclaimed: "Xuanming Sword?!"

Before the Snake Clan could fly forward to fight for it, the Eleventh Hall was already approaching the water tower, so Yue Yue was the first to pull out the Xuan Ming Sword! Immediately afterwards, he put his index finger and middle finger together, and used his spiritual power to quickly tap three fingers on the tip and spine of the sword, sealing the spirit of the Xuanming Sword into the body of the sword!

Xuanming Sword The sword where the sword spirit lives is the Xuanming Sword. Now, with a copy of the sword spirit, the Xuanming Sword is released!

Holy shit? Did you get the Eleventh Hall? Does that mean I can go home? Mu Qianxi felt excited inside.

The Snake Clan disciple stared at the Xuan Ming Sword with eager eyes, but he knew that he was no match for him, so he did not dare to show it.

The Eleventh Hall held the Xuan Ming Sword tightly and flew to Mu Qianxi. The stone weighing heavily on my heart fell. Before he could speak, he turned around excitedly and left: "How are we going to get out? Cross the river and return the way we came? Then let's leave quickly!"

"Consecrate it." He had no intention of leaving at all, and handed the Xuan Ming Sword to her eyes. His eyes were extremely indifferent and he said calmly, "Use your blood to consecrate the Xuan Ming Sword."

Mu Qianxi: "..."

Depend on! How could I forget that there is this one! Help, help, help!