Five Elements Heaven

As soon as the sword sounded, Ai Hui felt something in his heart.

The originally ethereal sword mist formed into a sword light. When each sword light is condensed, it will emit a sword cry, like the first cry of a chick after it hatches from its shell.

The sound of Qingyue's sword could not be said to be majestic, but it was like a tiny ray of sunlight piercing the thick clouds, and a ray of new-born joy grew from the bottom of Ai Hui's heart.

The mist surrounding the whole body was churning violently, and the constant sound of swords penetrated the mist, and slender green sword lights continuously surged out of the mist. If you look closely, you will find that they have different shapes and none of them are the same. The thin ones are like needles, the curved ones are like hooks, some are like willow leaves, some are like eyebrows, some are like grass and trees, some are like gold and stone, some are as thick as mountains, some are as thin as light smoke.

The sound of the sword continued continuously, and Ai Hui's heart was agitated, and unspeakable emotions continued to accumulate in his heart.

His sword cultivation journey is more than bumpy?

Sword cultivation has been in decline for a long time, with no fixed formula and no one to guide him. His understanding of swordsmanship basically comes from the sword embryo.

The method of sword embryo cultivation is incomplete and difficult to understand. In addition, there are differences between ancient and modern spiritual essences. It is better to say that Ai Hui's hard study is mostly an accident. Along the way, he walked on thin ice and was cautious.

The depression that had accumulated in his chest for a long time seemed to be surging undercurrents. They became more turbulent and violent, almost ready to break through his chest and fly straight to the nine heavens!

Zheng!

The last sword sound was like a thorn, piercing into his mind.

Ai Hui shuddered and opened his eyes.

Some confused eyes swept away the haze, like the blue sky washed by water, and like crystal-clear ice, so clear that it makes people feel palpitating. Countless sword lights swam around Ai Hui, swift and agile, like a school of deep-sea herring.

The golden light like a rainstorm almost flew in front of Ai Hui, and he could clearly see that the tip of the golden light arrow was rapidly brightening and becoming dangerous.

The breath surging in his chest was almost overwhelming Ai Hui. Subconsciously, he squeezed the sword technique with his hand, and the sword light that was swimming around him suddenly stopped. The next moment, all the swords in the group of swords seemed to be attracted by a magnet and suddenly sank into Ai Hui's body.

The extremely dazzling green light emitted from Ai Hui's body, as if there was a blue sun inside his body. Light flowed around him, and a huge blue sword shadow taller than Ai Hui slowly emerged from behind him,

Buzz!

The low sound of the sword shook Ai Hui's mind. Before he could figure out what was going on, he felt an unstoppable force wrapping around him, and his eyes suddenly blurred.

If anyone watches, they will see an extremely spectacular scene.

A dazzling cyan light suddenly lit up and then disappeared, like a flash of cyan lightning, piercing the earth and illuminating this wonderful world.

boom!

Ai Hui's head was buzzing and he was confused, but he also felt indescribably hearty and refreshing.

Gradually, his vision returned to clarity, and he realized that he was standing at the bottom of a large pit. The depth of the pit is more than twenty feet, and the walls around it are straight and smooth.

A solitary little cyan sword was swimming not far from Ai Hui. Ai Hui was stunned for a moment, then his mind moved, and the small green sword flew towards him happily and landed in his palm. The small sword is only about the size of a palm, is blue in color, looks neither gold nor wood, and is the most common type.

Is this the sword light just now? Why didn't it disappear?

Rumble.

Outside the pit, the low roar was fading away, like a herd of animals fleeing in panic.

He jumped lightly, flew out of the pit, and looked around. It turned out to be black air waves wrapped in countless dust, like a towering ring wall, crushing away in the distance.

The small green sword followed behind him, extremely agile.

What about the Golden Ring Vine?

There were large, neat holes in the ground, like sharp knives gouging out frozen grease. As Ai Hui walked along the road, he knew very well how hard the black rock on the ground was.

Is this... caused by the blow I just made?

He was in disbelief.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of golden light at the bottom of the pit.

Um?

He landed at the bottom of the pit, where a cut vine was stuck on the ground. The broken vine is about three feet long and as straight as an arrow shaft. There are circles of gold rings scattered around the vine body, six in total. The golden light that just lit up was the golden ring.

The golden ring vine disappeared, leaving only this cut vine.

Ai Hui pulled out the golden ring and cut off the vine, holding it heavily. He tried to pull it, and it was very hard. If he hadn't seen the golden ring vine hunting prey with his own eyes, he would have thought it was a metal arrow shaft.

His intuition told him that this broken vine was a good treasure, although he didn't know what use it could be used for.

He was about to put it away when suddenly the small green sword surrounding him floated over and pecked at the broken vine.

Click!

Like a squirrel eating a biscuit, the broken vine in Ai Hui's hand was shorter and he was stunned.

The sword... eats the broken vine?

Click, click, click!

Before Ai Hui could react, the small green sword chewed up the broken vine until only half of it was left in Ai Hui's hand. The broken vine, which was harder than iron, was extremely brittle in front of the little sword.

Seeing this, Ai Hui simply threw the half-cut vine in his hand to the small green sword. Click, click, click, and in the blink of an eye, the broken vine was eaten by the little sword, and not even the dregs were left.

Ai Hui, who witnessed the whole process, was surprised and found it interesting. It was obviously a small sword transformed by sword light, but instead it looked like a pet.

After eating the broken vine, the little sword looked like a bird that was about to burst from overeating. Not only was it a little bigger, it was also swaying in the air, as if it was drunk, and it was inexplicably cute.

Ai Hui couldn't help but grin, a rare smile appearing on his face.

The rickety little sword suddenly exploded and split into two.

Two green lights flashed away, and two small green swords flew happily and flexibly around Ai Hui.

The smile on Ai Hui's face froze, his expression was dull, and he could not close his mouth for a long time.

After a moment, he came back to his senses, turned his head sharply, and his vicious eyes fell on another plant not far away.

After a loud sword cry, there was a loud bang, the ground shook, and the lingering sound was accompanied by smoke and dust.

In a huge pit, Ai Hui found a piece of brown rhizome. Throwing it into the air, four green sword lights intertwined in front of his eyes. With a click, the plant roots disappeared.

Ai Hui's eyes widened, fearing that he might miss a detail.

He felt that Qingjian was likely to change again this time.

The four flying swords shook, snap, snap, and made four soft sounds as they split into two at the same time.

Eight cyan flying swords!

Ai Hui whistled. He was very satisfied and continued to move forward without stopping. Ever since he learned that the residual essence of those weird plants could be used to feed the sword, Ai Hui went on a killing spree. Along the way, every plant in sight was wiped out.

All dangers and unknowns were thrown out of sight by Ai Hui. All he could see was the ever-increasing number of small cyan swords.

Breaking through the void and entering reality means that Ai Hui's sword embryo cultivation has entered a new realm. At this stage, the sword embryo conceived by the spirit, energy, and spirit turns from virtual to real, becoming a real sword in the hands of the sword cultivator.

The sword is born when the embryo is ripe. From an invisible sword to a tangible sword, this is an essential transformation.

Ancient sword cultivators believed that the sword fetus was conceived by the soul, and the way to cultivate the sword fetus was actually the way to cultivate the soul. The sword born from the sword embryo is the true sword of the soul. When soul is taken apart, there is the word ghost in it, so it is also called the ghost sword.

Once the ghost sword is generated, it is not within the Five Elements, and its power is astonishing. It is also born from the soul of the sword cultivator himself, and is the true natal sword. When it comes to the connection between minds, no matter how refined the flying sword is, it is far inferior to the ghost sword.

Another frightening thing about the ghost sword is that it can directly damage the enemy's soul.

Once an ancient sword cultivator mastered a ghost sword, he would be proud of it.

However, although the sword embryo method is powerful, it is not without its drawbacks. On the one hand, cultivation is extremely difficult and obscure. And it is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be completely destroyed. Since ancient times, famous sects have focused on the majestic path of gradual accumulation and accumulation. The sword embryo method is dangerous and unpredictable, and they do not use it. Most of them are casual practitioners.

And there is another drawback.

If an ordinary sword cultivator's flying sword is damaged, just replace it with a flying sword. Those sword cultivators who devoted their lives to cultivating a sword suffered severe damage to their flying sword. Once the ghost sword is damaged, the soul will be directly injured, ranging from the soul being incomplete to being completely destroyed in form and spirit.

Generally speaking, sword embryo practitioners only have one ghost sword. As long as it breaks through the void and becomes real, the ghost sword will naturally take shape.

Ai Hui's sword embryo is very different from ordinary people. It is a sword group composed of many small swords. This also makes his ghost sword very different from others.

The difficulty of breaking through the void and entering reality was greatly reduced, but the ghost sword he cultivated was only a semi-finished product. Looking at the few lonely ghost swords and thinking about the countless sword embryos, his ghost sword was far away from being fully formed.

However, although it was not a fully formed ghost sword, it greatly improved Ai Hui's strength.

And this strange place is simply the perfect place for him to practice the ghost sword. By constantly hunting down strange plants along the way and searching for their essence, Ai Hui's number of ghost swords increased to eight.

Ai Hui's sword fetus can be divided into yin and yang, and the ghost sword that is born can also be divided into yin and yang. Now there are eight flying swords, four yin and four yang.

After figuring out that the small green sword was a ghost sword, Ai Hui had some guesses about this strange place.

Snowflakes of different colors still float in the sky every once in a while, and my ghost sword also likes these snowflakes. Ai Hui guessed that these snowflakes should be something that could nourish the soul.

Although we don’t know where these snowflakes come from, it is these magical and beautiful snowflakes that build this wonderful world.

Under the nourishment of snowflakes, plants begin to possess a hint of soul. This is why they eat each other, showing the characteristics of animals, unlike ordinary plants. The essence Ai Hui obtained from killing plants was the soul produced by the plants. They were the best food for the Ghost Sword.

Human souls are extremely complex. Devouring human souls with a ghost sword will not only fail to strengthen the ghost sword, but will actually make the ghost sword become complex and messy, which will backfire on the sword cultivator.

Practicing sword fetus has been considered a secluded sect since ancient times, but it has never been regarded as an evil way.

However, the souls of the plants here are extremely pure and have no self-awareness.

Ai Hui had never heard of such a strange place.

Thinking of himself before he fell into coma, Ai Hui wondered, could it be Chi Tong who pulled him into this place?

He thought of those cultivation classics he had read before.

In the era of cultivation, there is a theory of all heavens and realms. Each realm is a small world, and cultivators can enter and exit all realms.

Could it be that this is the place Chitong left for himself to nourish his soul? Yes, that must be the case. Whether Chi Tong’s demonic thoughts of death or body snatching and resurrection, don’t they all need to nourish the soul?

It is naturally impossible for ordinary people, but the ancient demon god has such a long lifespan and is fully prepared for his own resurrection. It is normal operation to find a ruins that has not yet collapsed and leave some backup.

Most likely, Chitong was finally angry that she had tricked him and dragged herself here before she died.

The more Ai Hui thought about it, the more he thought it was possible, and his mood suddenly improved a lot. Looking around, the scenery in his eyes immediately became completely different.

This is your own big granary!