Looking at the stiff corpse of the spirit-eating beast lying on the ground, Yue Fengyang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and took back the dragon spirit fire burning on the cave wall. Mo Yan was also frightened just now, even if it was him.

After hundreds of battles, he is still afraid of facing his enemy.

"Hehehe, little guy, I want to thank you this time, you have indeed grown up!" Mo Yan said sincerely.

"Bullshit! If you are dead, how can I make money by refining elixirs for free?" Yue Fengyang said righteously. In fact, he also wanted to save Mo Yan from having too much psychological burden. To talk about how much Mo Yan helped him, this time again

What does it matter?

Mo Yan looked aggrieved and looked at Yue Fengyang resentfully.

"Come, take a look at this inner elixir." Yue Fengyang raised his right hand, and Mo Yan also took a step forward.

I saw a round inner elixir with multiple colors floating in Yue Fengyang's hand. Energy rings of various colors inside the inner elixir were intersecting and rotating. From time to time, there would be a cluster of restless energy flows, chaotically moving up and down.

It looks very strange and beautiful.

Feng Ling'er and Ao Xiong also walked in at this time. Seeing the corpse on the ground, Ao Xiong came over and patted Yue Fengyang on the shoulder, "You kid, you are so damn cruel, you even pulled out people's intestines, tsk tsk tsk tsk!"

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Feng Ling'er didn't care whether the spirit-eating beast was alive or dead. She wiped the dirty blood on Yue Fengyang's body with a handkerchief, "Brother Feng Yang, are you not injured?".

Yue Fengyang shook his head, "Look!" He said and handed the inner elixir of the spirit-eating beast to Feng Ling'er. Feng Ling'er was a little scared at first. After all, this thing was taken out from the corpse on the ground, although the blood stains had been wiped by Yue Fengyang.

It was clean, but still had a faint smell of blood.

But when she looked intently, she couldn't help but be fascinated by the scene inside the inner alchemy, "It's so beautiful, what's inside this?".

"I think it should be the various sword spirits swallowed by the spirit-eating beasts." Mo Yan said seriously, holding his chin.

"Well, there are so many! How many sword spirits will be eaten by this!" Feng Ling'er sighed.

Mo Yuan pointed with his hand, "We'll find out when we go in and take a look."

It turned out that one of the cave walls had been burned through by the dragon spirit fire, revealing a dark hole. "There may be a knife grave inside." Mo Yan added.

"It's strange, how did the spirit-eating beast get in and out before the cave wall was burned through?" Yue Fengyang couldn't help but wonder.

"The reason why the spirit-eating beast is so powerful is that it has the ability to travel through space at will, and the cave walls cannot stop it." Mo Yan explained.

Everyone came to the cave, raised their torches and looked around. They could not see everything inside clearly, but within the scope of the nearby firelight, there were several earthen bags with spiritual knives stuck on them.

Mo Yan took the lead in entering the sword tomb, hanging in the air, and took out the basin-sized fluorite from his arms. In an instant, several people were stunned by the sight in front of them.

"Holy crap! It's so big!" Ao Xiong looked around.

Yue Fengyang looked around the knife tomb carefully

The interior is indeed very large. It should be larger than the sword tomb after the merger of the Yue family and the Liu family. The fluorite is already very bright, but it still cannot illuminate all the corners of the sword tomb. Earthen bags of different sizes are arranged at random.

, there is a spiritual sword inserted on each earth mound. The precipitation of time has made these once-powerful weapons covered with a layer of dust. The smell of dampness and decay permeates the air. It seems that the entire sword tomb is lifeless and gloomy.

Terrible.

However, the Sword Tomb is a sacred place for those who practice swordsmanship, so Yue Fengyang and the others were not afraid. They held torches and walked around inside. Only after turning around did they realize that what was illuminated by fluorite could be seen.

The area is only half of the entire sword tomb.

"No wonder! The spirit-eating beast actually guards such a large granary. How can it be of such a low rank?" Yue Fengyang couldn't help but be speechless.

"I think there should be a lot of spiritual knives here that can only be called 'knives' now." Mo Yan sighed regretfully.

Yue Fengyang raised the inner elixir in his hand, looked at the sword tomb again, and then raised his head to look at Mo Yan. He was a human, not a sword spirit, but he also understood that it would not feel good to see his own kind being devoured.

Mo Yan knew what he wanted to do and shook his head at him, "It's useless. It won't help if you break the inner elixir and release those sword spirits. They are no longer sword spirits. Their spirits have been destroyed and only energy is left.

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Yue Fengyang was also a little disappointed. This spirit-eating beast is indeed harmless to humans, but as the nemesis of the sword spirit, it is almost a one-sided massacre. No wonder beings like Mo Yan are afraid of the spirit-eating beast.

"Then how do you know how many real spiritual knives are there?" Yue Fengyang asked with a frown.

At this time, Ao Xiong also walked back from the depths of the sword tomb, and he saw that he was still holding a few spiritual knives in his hand.

"What are you...?" Yue Fengyang was puzzled.

"There are some spiritual knives thrown on the ground inside, so I picked up a few for you to see." Ao Xiong said, throwing a few spiritual knives on the ground, making a jingling sound.

Looking at the ground, Yue Fengyang sighed, I'm afraid this is no longer a spiritual sword.

At this time, Mo Yan's body moved and he rose to a higher place. He opened his arms like a cross and said, "Let me see how many spiritual knives there are in here!" After that, he saw the following.

With Mo Yan's body as the center, circles of black mist began to emit outwards, and soon the sword tomb was covered.

As the black mist spread, the three of Yue Fengyang were also shrouded in it. At this time, except for Yue Fengyang, Feng Ling'er and Ao Xiong all looked at the spirit knife tattoo on the inside of their arms, because the tattoo was flickering and shining.

"Could it be that this mist..." Yue Fengyang seemed to understand something. This should be Mo Yan's way of sensing the same kind of sword spirit.

This state lasted for about ten minutes, watching the black mist gradually shrink, and finally all entered Mo Yan's body, but Mo Yan did not move, frowning and closing his eyes, as if he was feeling something.

"I said, nigga...".

Before he finished speaking, Yue Fengyang kicked him

He kicked Ao Xiong on the butt and said, "I'll let you have a bad mouth. From now on, you call him Uncle Mo! Do you hear me?".

Ao Xiong rubbed his butt and nodded aggrievedly.

"Hey! Mo, Uncle Mo, are you pretending to be dead?".

"I'll let you have a mouth! I'll make you have a mouth! Will you be able to speak well if you have something to say? Speak well!" Yue Fengyang carried Ao Xiong one by one.

Feng Ling'er hurriedly advised: "Okay, Brother Fengyang, Big Bear is just uneducated."

"Bah!" Yue Fengyang spat, "It's terrible to be uneducated!".

Ao Xiong still wanted to open his mouth, but Yue Fengyang was the first to say: "Shut up, don't talk, if you talk again I will cut off your food!".

This sentence touched a sore spot for Ao Xiong. Like an angry little daughter-in-law, she obediently squatted aside and said nothing.

Feng Ling'er covered her little mouth and snickered. This big bear was so silly and cute.

"Okay!" The voice came from the air, and the expression on Mo Yan's face obviously relaxed a lot.

"How is it? The situation..." Yue Fengyang asked eagerly.

Mo Yan nodded and smiled, "70%! 70% of the spiritual sword is intact!".

Yue Fengyang also breathed a sigh of relief. This result was still acceptable, thanks to the fact that the tomb was big enough to withstand the scourge of spirit-eating beasts. Even if he ate like this, there would still be 70% left.

Mo Yan, who was in a better mood, took out his pipe and lit a pack of cigarettes. He looked at Yue Fengyang and the others happily, "How are you? Are you interested in summoning the Spirit Sword again?".

"What?" the three of them said in shock at the same time.

Mo Yan looked at Yue Fengyang with contempt, "It's understandable that they both feel strange. Why do you have such an expression? Have you forgotten how you got Black Fire?".

Yue Fengyang scratched his hair, "Yeah, how could I forget this."

Feng Ling'er and Ao Xiong looked at Yue Fengyang curiously, waiting for him to say something.

"Haha, this, I failed to summon the Spirit Sword before, but Black Fire was summoned for the second time.".

Feng Ling'er and Ao Xiong stared at Daozhong with their eyes widened, their eyes full of expectation.

"Publish it!" Mo Yan said, "You can only summon the Spirit Sword once in your life. That's right and wrong!".

Yue Fengyang and three others sat in a row in front of Mo Yan, preparing to listen to the lecture.

"It's true because most people can only summon it once. It's wrong because some people can summon it twice, three times, or even more times. Don't ask me why, I don't know the real reason!"

"However, I heard from the previous master that it is related to the physique of the cultivator. Most people can only fuse one spiritual sword in their body, but some people can fuse two or more. This statement is also speculation."

Mo Yan said.

"Oh~".
Chapter completed!