Chapter 5697

Ling Chuxi and his party continued to make their way to daoxinmeng. Along the way, show love show love, gossip chat gossip. Chuxi has been in a lot of trouble.

Along the way, Ling Chuxi could not calm down.

The master's words still echoed in her ears. In the dark, it was like a flash of light, but she could not get the final epiphany.

Relying on the Taoist heart left by her master, she finally understood all the eight swords in front of Jiuzhou Tiandao sword along the way, but the last move turned Jiuzhou into a sword, but it was always a little less than that.

The next war should be the last one with the alliance of the truth, and also the final battle to decide the survival of the realm of heaven and the life and death of hundreds of millions of creatures in the world. Even if she has reached the realm of Tianzun, if she can't learn the last sword and refine Jiuzhou Tiandao sword to great success, her strength is still a little poor.

After all, what they have to face is by no means ordinary experts, but the strongest experts in the Zhengdao alliance.

That night, Ling Chuxi went to the top of the mountain outside the city alone after everyone had gone to sleep. He was ready to meditate on the Taoist heart left by her master.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Ling Chuxi stands alone on the top of the mountain. The breeze blows, lifting up her long hair and her clothes. Her heart is gradually quiet down.

Ling Chuxi's mind constantly replays those sword moves. The sword points to Jiuzhou, the sword goes to Jiuzhou, the sword falls to Jiuzhou, the sword swings Jiuzhou, the sword settles Jiuzhou, the sword cuts Jiuzhou, and the sword comes to Jiuzhou. All kinds of Tiandao sword techniques flash through his mind and become natural Sword into Jiuzhou! However, when the last sword appeared, the sword power suddenly stopped.

Ling Chuxi's Qi and blood churned in his chest, just like a person who was flying at full speed was suddenly pulled by force, and his heart was almost snatched out of the cavity, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Ling Chuxi refused to give up and continued to try, but every time, it was the same result. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't understand the last sword.

"For the last time, try again for the last time. If you can't, just give up for the time being." Ling Chuxi knew that the way of cultivation should not be carried out too quickly, so he said to himself in the bottom of his heart.

Ling Chuxi took a deep breath and made his last attempt.

There are eight swords. They are still flowing like clouds and flowing water. At last, it's the last sword. Ling Chuxi has a drink in his mouth and his eyes are shining. It's almost as good as it is. In a flash, Ling Chuxi turned his sword heart breaking soul technique to the extreme, and wanted to integrate all the divine consciousness into this sword.

In the mind, suddenly came the piercing pain, as if a sword straight into the brain. Ling Chuxi's face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth exuded blood.

Ling Chuxi knew that if she insisted on, she would surely suffer from the damage of Yuan Shen, but she still felt unwilling to give up.

"Hum!" At this time, Ling Chuxi's ear came a long bleak bell.

I saw a small ancient clock flying over Ling Chuxi's chest. It was the emperor's keepsake of xuanchan's mansion, the Vajra subduing demon bell.

The golden light from the ancient clock, the formation of a translucent gold clock, Ling Chuxi cover in it.

Ling Chuxi's mind calmed down in an instant. Although his eyes could still see the silent night scene beyond the golden ancient clock, his mind seemed to enter another void space. This is the magic of the Fu Jun's keepsake of xuanchan's mansion!

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