After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

The sword rain is majestic, as fine as a needle.When shot from the bronze mirror, the momentum is like a rainbow, densely woven into a large net, covering the entire main hall in an instant.

The aura in the tomb was already more abundant than the outside world. When Jian Yu appeared, the aura had almost doubled.

Jian Yu's speed was extremely fast, and there was no time for people to react and breathe.

Most of the cultivators didn't even see where the sword rain came from, and had already been pierced by the clear sword rain.

Xie Yun's reaction was already a few blocks away, and he held Bai Hanchi behind him, and the sword energy shook away part of Jian Yu, but his sleeve was still inevitably pierced by Jian Yu.

Ying Baiye suppressed the throbbing of spiritual power, took advantage of the gap given by Xie Yun, and threw out a jade shield to block Jian Yu from the outside.

Xie Yun: "This rain of swords... doesn't seem to hurt anyone."

He raised his arm, his sleeve had just been pierced by Jian Yu, but it was still intact at this moment, and there was a light golden liquid spiritual power left on the cloth.

The spiritual power of this sword rain was so strong that it could be condensed into a liquid.

Ying Baiye stretched out his hand and wiped Xie Yun's cuff with his fingertips.

I don't feel wrong, the spiritual power here comes from the same source as him, and the tomb owner's cultivation has at least reached the integration stage.

Bai Hanchi's right arm was rubbed, and he raised his arm: "Really, I was touched just now, not only was I not injured, but I feel that the spiritual power in my body seems to have increased."

There was no scar on his arm at all.

The three of them held up their spiritual power to block the sword rain, and looked at other positions in the main hall.

The monks with lower cultivation bases were the first to be drenched by the sword rain. After panic, they found that not only were they not injured, but their cultivation bases had increased a lot.

This strange phenomenon has not been hidden from the eyes of others:

"Why are you all right?"

"Is everyone not injured?"

"I was shot too, how come I wasn't hurt?"

"This sword rain won't hurt anyone, it's full of spiritual energy inside!"

……

A monk in Tsing Yi who was close was showered on the head, and his cultivation immediately rose from the early stage of Nascent Soul to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

A whole small realm has been crossed!Immediately, he jumped from the bottom monk to the middle class.The monk in Tsing Yi has mediocre qualifications, and he succeeded in conceiving a baby only after he had great luck.If you practice on your own, this small realm will take decades. If there is no great opportunity, the Tsing Yi scholar will be trapped in the Nascent Soul Stage for the rest of his life.

And the lifespan of the Nascent Soul Stage is only 300 years.

But now, just being drenched in the rain of swords can save several years of penance!

The monk in Tsing Yi used his spiritual power in disbelief, his face was ecstatic, "Thank you for the gift, senior!"

He faced the rain of swords with his sword, and his cultivation increased visibly with the naked eye.

All the monks took off their protection, and they flew around with their swords in the main hall, looking for places where the sword rain was dense, and greeted the golden sword rain with their bodies. Some even took out the container, trying to receive more sword rain.

Nearly a hundred monks in the main hall fell into the carnival of skyrocketing cultivation.

They half-closed their eyes, opened their mouths, twisted their limbs, and stretched their bodies in various unimaginable postures to welcome more sword rain.

Bai Hanchi didn't feel his heart moved, he just felt his hair stand on end. This scene made him shiver all over. He subconsciously looked at Xie Yun and Ying Baiye.

The expressions of the two were exactly the same, but they didn't watch the farce in the main hall, they frowned slightly and talked together.

Ying Baiye lowered his head slightly, and leaned into Xie Yun's ear: "I feel that the spiritual power here comes from the same source as mine."

Xie Yun: "The exercises you practice?"

Ying Baiye: "Maybe there is. Will you accompany me to find it?"

Xie Yun raised her eyebrows lightly and lowered her voice: "Aren't you afraid I'll snatch it?"

"The first half of the book is in my hands. If you like it, I will give it to you immediately." Ying Baiye said with a smile, "But I advise you not to practice it. This technique is fierce and domineering, and it is very easy to bite yourself back. , I have practiced to the fourth level, if there is no second half after the fifth level, I will die."

Xie Yun was thoughtful: "No wonder you fought him to the death."

That is to say, Ying Baiye is now standing on a dead end, and every time his cultivation base increases, he will advance by one point, unless he can find the second half of the magic art.

Ying Baiye's state does not show any such hidden dangers at all, except that he doesn't practice much, and is even more leisurely than most monks.

When the two were talking, Bai Hanchi finally couldn't help interrupting them: "Brother Ying, Brother Xie...they're fighting! What should we do? Should we hide?"

Ying Baiye said: "There are not many places, the main hall is very evil, there is no passage to enter, what conditions must be fulfilled."

Xie Yun looked up.

In the main hall, the number of sword rains was greatly reduced, and the dissatisfied monk even took off the bronze mirror directly above the sword!

The bronze mirror fell into the hands of the people, and the sword rain disappeared completely. The monks in the temple went crazy and drew their weapons to fight for the bronze mirror.

A young female cultivator with a beautiful face approached quietly, stabbed the monk to death with a sword, and snatched the bronze mirror.

She already had the cultivation base of the peak Yuanying, and quickly fled after getting the bronze mirror. .

"How dare you take such treasures as your own!"

"Kill her! Kill her!"

The main hall was high and wide. The female cultivator dodged the attack behind her in a panic, and Yujian ran towards a male cultivator in the corner.

"Husband!"

The female cultivator bypassed a monk and happily rushed towards the male cultivator, "I'll give you..."

The dagger in the male cultivator's hand dug out the female cultivator's Nascent Soul. The female cultivator kept her eyes open until she died. Her body fell, and the Nascent Soul was still intact. She hid in a corner in panic.

The male cultivator snatched the female cultivator's storage bag and put it in his arms, and then he himself became the target of being hunted down.

The entire hall was reduced to a slaughterhouse.

Greed manipulates everyone, but for the sake of a bronze mirror, the high-ranking "immortals" tore away the appearance of innocence and asceticism.

Stepping on the sword, Bai Hanchi took two steps back, he shivered.

He felt sad in his heart, those "sacrifices" who secretly hated Yuan Qingzong's coldness also regarded the lower ranks as "sacrifices".

Xie Yun's location was soon affected as well. The cultivator who snatched the bronze mirror skipped past Xie Yun, and countless swords and air knives slashed towards Xie Yun.

Among them, a cultivator wearing a jade crown had already reached the out-of-body stage, scurrying wildly with his bronze mirror in his arms.

Xie Yun took a few steps back, with the horizontal sword in front of him: "It's too messy, can you sense the position?"

Ying Baiye swung his knife to block most of the attacks.

As he expected, these monks seem to have been fed by Jian Yu to improve their cultivation, but in fact their spiritual power is very vain, like duckweed without roots, and cannot be compared with the steady monks.

Among the monks, even if they have the same level of cultivation, their strengths are very different.

The spiritual power in Ying Baiye's body was running crazily. After Jian Yu disappeared, his induction gradually decreased. Even after the kung fu was in operation, Ying Baiye finally said: "Behind the couplet!"

Xie Yun rolled up the sword flower, and before he could move, Ying Baiye suddenly slashed out——

Amidst the dragon chant, the saber turned into a black dragon, and hit the couplet with evil spirit.

hum-

Xie Yun was in a daze, and the scene in front of him was blurred for a while. When it became clear again, he had already left the main hall and stood in a room without doors and windows.

Xie Yun looked around, only him and Ying Baiye were here.Xie Yun touched his left shoulder, wondering if it was an illusion, but the wound that had almost healed started to hurt, and the pain became more and more obvious.

Ying Baiye: "What's wrong?"

Xie Yun: "It's nothing, it may be a relapse of an old injury."

He took two steps forward, there was only one table in this room, and a jade box was placed on it.

Xie Yun picked open the jade box with his sword, and inside was a elixir filled with aura.

There are nine grades of pills in the world, and the two of them are not alchemists, but there are always a few pills that are so famous that everyone in the cultivation world knows them.

For example, the eighth-grade elixir in front of their eyes - Yannian.

It doesn't have any fancy effects. As the name suggests, the pill has only one medicinal effect - it can delay the monk's time limit by ten years.

There are two people in the house, but only one Yannian.

Xie Yun pressed his shoulders, and the wounds became more and more painful. His dull pain perception was unbearable at this moment.

The author has something to say: Let me tell you, this article will be clipped on Monday. In order to ensure the location of the clip, the update on Monday will be moved to after eleven o'clock!