It’s all Shura field!

"Are you the Wuwang Sword Spirit?"

Song Qingbai's eyes narrowed as he looked at the handsome sword spirit, and his voice was neither loud nor low.

"Are you the descendant of Song Changfeng?"

The sword spirit seemed to sense the aura of Song Qingbai's sword bones, and its eyes instantly turned cold, and even its voice was cold and harsh.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't? You were originally a divine sword worshipped by everyone, why did you degenerate into an evil sword feared by everyone?"

Song Qingbai looked calm and took two steps forward despite the dissuasion of Shen Rangchen and Lu Qianyin.

"You despicable human, if I hadn't been careless, how could you have trapped me here?"

As soon as the sword spirit saw her approaching, it instantly flew up and attacked her, but was unfortunately blocked by the barrier.

"Tsk tsk, he was defeated by my father, so why should I be so proud?"

Song Qingbai was obviously not afraid of him. His fox eyes stared at the sword spirit, as if he wanted to see through him.

This sword spirit clearly looked like a young boy, but the strong aura of resentment lingering around him made him look eerie and terrifying.

"How dare you, a mere girl, to shout at me? When I break through the magic circle, I will definitely use your blood as a sacrifice to improve my cultivation."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to fulfill your wish. My father sealed you away back then, and today I will be the one to reinforce this barrier."

There was no expression on Song Qingbai's face. He just spoke softly, and the sword spirit almost went berserk.

"Junior sister, the barrier is about to break, don't provoke him."

Resentment was spreading all around, Shen Rangchen felt uneasy and quickly spoke out to remind them.

Lu Qianyin also cast a spell, and colorful ice needles hung upside down around him, ready to go.

"Now that you have entered my territory, you can never leave again. I have been trapped here by Song Changfeng for many years. Today I will use his blood to wash away my sins."

The Wuwang Sword Spirit suddenly smiled, and the next moment the resentment around the barrier instantly condensed and turned into countless black vines that attacked everyone.

Song Qingbai raised his eyebrows and instantly summoned a peach wood sword. Wherever the sword energy went, there was a sense of frost.

This peach wood is no ordinary peach wood, but an ancient sacred tree. Lin Yanzhou placed it in the spirit pool and absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy. Therefore, it is extremely powerful when used. Because of its divine power, it can just restrain the vine of resentment.

Lu Qianyin and Shen Rangchen also summoned their magic weapons respectively and cut off the attacking vines. Seeing that the sword spirit seemed to be targeting Song Qingbai only, the two of them quickly flew to her side, protecting her in the middle, one on the left and one on the right.

"Hahahaha... I still need some resentful energy to break the barrier. Seeing that the relationship between the three of you is extraordinary, just enter my illusion! I want to see who you will choose?"

Seeing that Lu Qianyin and Shen Rangchen were both very concerned about Song Qingbai, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Jian Ling's face, and his sinister voice rang out.

Song Qingbai only felt that the surrounding environment changed suddenly. When the three of them were on guard, they were sucked into the pool of the magic circle.

The powerful suction force made them disappear completely before they had a chance to dodge.

“Tsk tsk, Wuwang Sword Spirit, your move is really brilliant. Suck them into the sea of ​​illusion and take the opportunity to gain more resentful energy, thus completely breaking through the barrier.”

A man in black robe suddenly appeared beside the magic circle. His tone was neither happy nor sad, and there was no excessive emotion when he looked at the Wuwang Sword Spirit.

"With Song Changfeng's bloodline, it will be easier for me to break through the barrier. However, it is also thanks to you that you led them here."

The sword spirit raised the corner of his mouth, sat lazily on the spirit stone, and looked at the person in front of him with an unclear tone.

"You are the sword of our master. Back then, our master died at the hands of Song Changfeng, so we naturally want to avenge her.

I have brought Song Qingbai to you, using her sword bone to help you break the knot, and her spiritual blood to help you practice. It is only natural that a daughter should pay back her father's debt."

"Ji Fusheng, do you really still remember your master? Seeing your current attitude, I'm afraid you have already crowned yourself as the master!

Although I am trapped here, I am not completely unaware of your thoughts. You are determined to help me break the seal, not just to avenge your master, right?"

The eyes of Wuwang Sword Spirit were cold as he looked at the black-robed man in front of him, and a dark aura suddenly appeared.

“Wuwang, my sister’s revenge must be avenged, and of course the Demon Palace’s revenge must also be avenged. You are just a sword spirit, but you don’t know that my sister wanted to dominate the Shenwu Continent all along.

I am only fulfilling my sister's wish. Now that Bukong's cultivation has been damaged, let me end his life.

The Song Qingbai and Jian Gu in the illusion have been brought here as promised, please don't let me down."

The black-robed man's tone became more and more solemn. He had just been hit by Song Qingbai's incense. Fortunately, he had the help of the sword spirit, otherwise he would have been caught by them long ago.

"Ji Fusheng, don't forget that Song Changfeng took away the other half of your soul. Have you found it after searching for so many years?"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Wuwang Sword Spirit turned his head and his eyes moved. Ji Fusheng often sneaked into this place over the years.

He created an aura of resentment to help himself break through the barrier, but although he had a high level of cultivation, there was only half a residual soul in his true body, and his cultivation strength was also restricted.

Otherwise, with his divine power and Ji Fusheng's cultivation, they could have traveled across the entire Shenwu Continent long ago. How could they be so frustrated and listen to that bald donkey reciting Buddhist scriptures for many years?

"I already know the whereabouts of the other half of the soul, so you don't have to worry about it. Once I find it, I will merge it with the soul, and that will be the end of these hypocritical people."

"Ji Fusheng, don't be too rash. When you meet him, you don't know who will be the final winner. After all, your Xue Lingxiao chose him as his master back then."

"Wuwang, you've said too much today. You'll see the result."

The conversation between the man and the sword was not pleasant, but they were all for the same goal. Ji Fusheng only left these words and went straight out of the pagoda.

He has been traveling between the Pagoda and Tianyin Temple for many years and has already gotten to know the place very well. Now, of course, he knows Bukong's situation best.

To take his life is neither difficult nor easy. In short, now that he has a foolproof plan, he can't wait.

The figure moved quickly, stirring up a slight breeze.

"Oh, I'm so anxious. Ji Fusheng, ah Ji Fusheng, please don't let your master down again, and don't let me down again."

The expression of the Wuwang sword spirit on the spirit stone suddenly became serious. He sat cross-legged, formed seals with his hands, and began to use the resentful energy transmitted from the illusion to break the barrier.

It was a sunny and windy day. When Song Qingbai opened his eyes, he rubbed them in disbelief.

There are countless handsome guys surrounding me, and this large swimming pool. This... am I back?

Or? A dream?

"Miss, are you awake? Just now, Mr. Lu wanted to murder you. Fortunately, we found out in time and called the police to take him away."