ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

As soon as the sword was drawn out, it retracted an inch.

Du Xinghe lowered his eyes.

Sword Spirit: [We can’t defeat him, so let’s just run away. ]

How could there be such a sword that can boost others' morale but destroy one's own prestige!

A magical weapon with a spirit must choose a wise master, so it also has the ability to recognize good talents. It saw at a glance that the indescribable gelatinous substance in front of it was superior to its master, so running away was the best strategy.

What the sword spirit could see, Du Xinghe also noticed.

She is not a reckless person. She chooses to draw her sword because she has something else to rely on.

"You are Yun Yongshu, right?"

It squirmed a little, and the face protruding from the smooth surface showed a look of nostalgia, but in just an instant, it changed into a deeper shame, regret and vigilance. Because his emotions were too complicated, in her eyes, his face wrinkled into a ball when she heard his name.

"You know my name, did my brother tell you?"

Yun Yongshu naturally knew that it was not glorious for him to become like this.

But its strength is indeed far beyond what it used to be, and it firmly believes that as long as it can seize the golden elixir of a sword cultivator and refine it, it will be able to reopen the door and settle old accounts with the old Taoist.

"no,"

Du Xinghe's sleeves sank slightly, and an ancient book fell into her hands. She injected spiritual power into it and raised her thin lips slightly: "As a master, how can you not know the name of your servant?"

As soon as it finished speaking, before it had time to get angry, its huge body was bound by bursts of black light, and the remaining spiritual power of the former owner of Liuyang Mansion gathered on its body. It was like a worm as tall as a hill, struggling to raise its head with a hideous face.

The tiles on the inner courtyard eaves were attracted by the invisible force, peeled off the roof, flew onto it, and became its hard armor. With Yun Yongshu as the center, a powerful suction force erupted outward, and Du Xinghe was almost sucked over - the heavy sword was unsheathed, and the blade that could cut iron like mud stabbed into the ground, half of the sword was buried in the ground, and it moved five meters before it barely stopped.

The sword spirit never dreamed that he was dug out from the ground to be used as a brake.

You really don't treat the sword as a sword.

I saw the giant thing in front of me changing again.

The debris that was absorbed by it, the broom became blood vessels, the tiles became flesh and blood, the doors and windows became bones...

They form the shape of hands and feet.

Simple, but usable.

Just as Du Xinghe guessed, the restrictions that the contract imposed on living creatures did not disappear with the departure of its owner.

As a "house slave" registered in the indenture, Yun Yongshu himself would be bound by the new owner of the indenture, and could only rely on external objects to support his activities. The four huge new hands and feet landed in the opposite direction, propping up the bloated main body.

With every step forward, the floor seemed to tremble.

"I've been looking for this contract for so long... where did you find it?"

Yun Yongshu asked in a hoarse voice.

Du Xinghe said: "Search your intestines and scrape your stomach."

Yun Yongshu thought about it, understood, and looked at her differently: "It's something you evil cultivators can do."

Just as it finished speaking, it shouted angrily: "Change me back!"

"Are you still not satisfied with being an official?"

"……give me back!"

Du Xinghe could sense resentment from its tone.

Even though they have been transformed into a monster, they are still thinking about the missing two taels of meat. It can be seen that the three words "lifeline" are quite correct.

Du Xinghe chuckled and drew his light sword again.

With the suppressing effect of the contract book, she dared to take a risk and challenge this polluted gray-pink meat mountain entrenched in the Liuyang Pool of the Torch-level secret realm. The sticky blood plasma on its back was torn and jumped with every step. It was hard to imagine that a cultivator with an immortal appearance would turn himself into this state in pursuit of power.

Did what you see in the painting really happen?

There are still questions about crossing the galaxy, but obviously, solving the mystery is not the top priority at the moment.

Xue Ming was unsheathed with a loud bang, clearing away the foul air around him.

“——Come and get it yourself.”

In a duel above the Jindan level, it all depends on how far the cultivator has gone on his path and how refined his cultivation has been.

Before the Jindan stage, Du Xinghe believed in swordsmanship. After the Jindan stage, she experienced a life-and-death battle at the branch of the Samsara Institute, which made her more aware - swordsmanship is the medium for sword practitioners to release spiritual power and swordsmanship, just like the talismans for talisman practitioners and the magic weapons for weapon practitioners.

As Yun Yongshu slightly bent his four legs and leaped high into the air, the spiritual pressure that was generated caused the five senses of those who approached to begin to distort. The first thing that noticed the abnormality was that the colors began to become exponentially more colorful.

This is the original color of all things.

There is an upper limit to the colors that the naked eye nerves can perceive and the brain can distinguish.

In nature, hummingbirds, which have exceptional color vision, have a fourth type of cone cell on their retinas, and can see a hundred times more colors than ordinary humans.

Du Xinghe once felt that there are differences between cultivators and mortals, but high-level cultivators and ordinary foundation-building and core-forming practitioners are not like the same species. What everyone can see and touch are different, but they all look human.

At this moment, the closer she got to the giant object in front of her, the more Du Xinghe's five senses were forcibly pried open, and a large amount of colors burned across her retina.

Mountains are not mountains, and water is not water.

Is it bad to watch too much?

If he could see the world as seen by a higher-level cultivator, he might gain some insights, but being forced to see it in battle would only disrupt Du Xinghe's judgment.

boom!

She leaned slightly to the side and barely avoided the opponent's attack.

She originally thought it was a stone staircase, but she missed a step and fell rapidly.

It turned out to be a well.

The cold well water flooded over her shoulders. She raised her head. The light outside the well went out. A huge monster pressed down the well mouth. Countless flesh buds emerged from its body, trying to trap her in the well and kill her.

Du Xinghe grasped his sword.

The sword flashed, and in an instant, the water in the abandoned deep well was endowed with spiritual energy, surging up and turning into ice inch by inch.

"Lan Shuangjiang!"

……

After a moment of silence, an ice dragon rose from the well and blasted through Yun Yongshu's gelatinous flesh that was blocking the well mouth. The originally grayish-white flesh was frozen stiff and white, and the face on its body also showed a little surprise: "You can actually use a complete sword style."

Du Xinghe jumped a hundred meters away and stood on the eaves.

If she were to move further away from the source of the pollution, she would be able to hear again.

The glance at the world behind the door almost burst her five golden cores, but it also improved her state of mind. She did not lose the upper hand in the face of Yun Yongshu's pressure, and was not affected to the point of losing her grip on the sword.

Seeing her eyes closed, Yun Yongshu smiled: "You've seen too much, so you just close your eyes? You have a lot of ideas..."

"You still have many secrets."

Yun Yongshu looked at her carefully, and the wounds on her body healed in the blink of an eye.

"After I assimilate you, we'll come and reminisce about the past." It said with great interest. It knew the difference in strength between the two and was not in a hurry at all: "Come on, use all you know - Liuyang Pond is firmly controlled by the Five Elements Sect. I haven't seen a sword cultivator in a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the swordsman in front of him opened his eyes.