Chapter 1190 Strange

Having experienced the lower nine floors, it is not too difficult to pass the upper nine floors again.

Ten days later, after Zhou Shu saluted Bailong, he walked out of the nine-story pagoda with a high spirit.

The initial aptitude of his soul has been further enhanced, and has reached the highest ninth level, which is the legendary innate soul state.

With a natural soul plus an acquired spirit body, and then a seventh-grade golden pill, Zhou Shu has no possibility of improving in terms of Qi refining qualifications, and there is no need to upgrade. Perhaps there is no other talent like him in the entire world of cultivating immortals. up.

At this moment, Zhou Shu felt very high-spirited.

Qingque stared at him, "Are you going to leave?"

Zhou Shu nodded slightly, "Well, there are some things that must be done."

Qing Que didn't ask much, nodded and said, "Remember what you said before, when you need to practice, please let me know."

Zhou Shu smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it too."

Qingque waved her hand, "Let's go quickly, the Penglai Haihui will end soon, and your senior sister's troubles will come soon."

Zhou Shu saluted and quickly exited Wushuang City.

Penglai Island.

As the sea meeting ended, the bustling crowd flew out of the island one after another.

Yan Yue was also among them, but she was stopped by two monks after only a few hundred miles away.

She seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and said calmly, "You guys are really here, but why didn't that God Transformation Realm come?"

The tall monk looked fierce, "Teach you, the two of us are enough!"

Another monk couldn't help sneering, "There are a lot of spirit stones. You don't have to pay us five hundred, but you can spend three thousand to buy blood essence stones. Hmph, spit them all out for us!"

"The spirit stone is with me, and the blood essence stone is also here. If you want it, you can get it yourself. I can wait for you for a while."

Yan Yue stood motionless in the air, with a calm smile, as if she didn't pay attention to these two people at all.

Brother Gao became more and more annoyed, "A young woman dares to speak big words, do you think we dare not do it?"

"The uncle is not a person who pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, if you want to seek abuse, then I will fulfill you!"

The other cultivator couldn't bear it any longer. With a loud shout, he put his hands together, and seven red flying swords flew out, shooting straight at Yan Yue.

The red light suddenly appeared, and the momentum was like thunder. Seven hundred-foot long rainbows flashed across the air, and they arrived in front of Yan Yue in the blink of an eye. The sword light flew up and down, weaving into an airtight sword net, completely surrounding her. The cold light was shining, as if there were countless long swords hanging high, they could rush in at any time, and smash the people in the net into pieces.

"Seven Absolute Sword Art?"

Yan Yue showed a bit of surprise, her eyebrows were narrowed, and she seemed to be talking to herself, "It comes from Shushan, and it is a rare combination of swords. The power is dozens of times stronger, and it has miraculous effects on many protective shields of monks, even the monks who are in the realm of transforming gods dare not underestimate it...I can't think of a monk who relies on coaxing spirit stones, but he has some skills."

"You actually know the master's sword art?"

The monk looked slightly startled, and then said harshly, "Since you know how powerful it is, then obediently hand over the spirit stone, and you can save your life."

Yan Yue glanced at him, then shook her head slightly, "I refuse."

"court death!"

The cultivator stared at her, and a killing intent suddenly flashed in his eyes.

As soon as the words fell, the sword net suddenly came to my ears, and countless sword edges stood out, with a little bit of cold light, like a colony of ants, flying towards Yan Yue.

Yan Yue stood still, and suddenly a small blue sword appeared above her head.

The little sword circled around her head, and a pale white halo fell from top to bottom, forming a film of light, firmly protecting her.

The light mask is as thin as a cicada's wing, and transparent. It looks like an egg membrane that can be broken at a poke. You can hardly feel much power.

"What kind of sword art is this?"

The cultivator's expression changed drastically. He had used all his strength, but there was no sign of being able to break through it. Moreover, he could feel that the mask was not a protective cover technique. Like him, it was also a kind of sword intent with extremely strong defense sword intent.

Yan Yue said indifferently, "The Sword Art of Body Protection, you probably have heard of it?"

The cultivator stared straight, his mouth was so big that he could fit seven swords in it, "What, the body-protecting sword intent, absolutely impossible!"

It’s impossible to think about it, the body-protecting sword intent is so ordinary that it can’t be more ordinary, as long as a sword cultivator knows it, not to mention the body-protecting sword intent is only one level, how can it resist his fifth-level sword intent, not to mention the sword intent is from Shushan Secret Sword Art.

"I'm telling you the truth, there's nothing you can do if you don't believe it."

Yan Yue shook her head lightly, and said slowly, "You not only want to snatch spirit stones and treasures, but you also want to kill me. Are you worried that I will know that your sword art comes from Shushan? That's right, you don't look like You look like you have a mysterious heart, you should not be a disciple of the inner sect of Shushan, but you can get the secret sword formula of Shushan without being an inner disciple, there is probably some secret in it, and you want to hide this secret, don’t you?”

Obviously being told what was on his mind, the monk's face turned red and white, "Stop talking! You recognize my sword art, you will die today!"

Yan Yue didn't care about the threat, and said calmly, "This is the best way, if you want to kill me, I will kill you too."

The cultivator said disdainfully, "Hmph, even if your defense is strong, you can't surpass my Qijue who has both offensive and defensive capabilities..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yue stretched out his hand and pointed, and the circling blue sword suddenly shot out, passed through the sword net, and stopped in front of him.

"Ah...no, please forgive me..."

Feeling the killing intent in the sword, he immediately shouted.

Yan Yue's face was slightly cold, and the little sword brought out a dark sword light, which passed through the monk's chest, and then turned back to the top of his head.

The cultivator's face was ashen, his figure quickly became fatigued, and he fell down without a word, like a kite with a broken string, slowly falling into the sea.

The seemingly light sword has cut off all his vitality, leaving only an incomplete soul.

With his death, the Qijue Sword Formation also disappeared without a trace, and the seven red swords were scattered one by one. Yan Yue glanced, "No wonder the blood essence stone is to be integrated into these swords, but the sword itself Not good enough to succeed.”

The tall monk on one side was holding a spear and was completely stunned.

In just a few breaths, the companion died so badly that he couldn't die anymore, and the female cultivator in front of him was only at the nascent infant stage, and she only used a first-level sword intent. What's going on?

The matter was too strange, but he knew very well that if his companion whose sword intent reached Sword Freedom was dead, then he would not be the opponent of that female cultivator.

"Dao...friend Daoist, it's our fault..."

Looking at Yan Yue, his body was a little weak, and he couldn't help shaking.

The mask in front of Yan Yue didn't disappear, she was still vigilant, and said lightly, "Where is that one?"

The tall monk didn't dare to hide anything, and said in a low voice, "He said he would come later and help us sweep the formation, but I don't know why he hasn't come out until now..."

"oh?"

Yan Yue frowned slightly, with a trace of doubt, "It's strange, why didn't you perceive it?"