Looking at the Xirang in his hand, the divine light flashed in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and then threw Xirang into the Bagua Furnace and began to be sacrificed and refined by the innate divine fire.

Time passed by bit by bit, and qi flowed in the void. Yang Sanyang conceived the shape of the sword. The shapes of various swords in the twenty-one world evolved and flowed through his mind. Yuchang, Zhanlu, Chixiao, Taia, Qixing, Gan Jiang, Moye, countless sword shapes flowed through his heart. The next moment, a divine light flowed from Yang Sanyang's eyes: "It's there!"

With the smelting of the innate divine fire, the qi in the Bagua furnace flowed, and the Xilan began to soften. With the transformation of Yang Sanyang's magic formula, the mold seemed to be formed in the dark.

In the dark, the qi flowed, and the way of heaven seemed to be inducing the birth of the killing chaotic energy. In fact, the qi of the great way came from nothingness and spread into the Bagua furnace.

Yang Sanyang's soul seemed to be touched by the power of the great way. The next moment, in the soul, the light in the void, chaos began to boil, and a hazy and blurred figure slowly walked out of nothingness.

"Not good! Another peerless figure was born!" Yang Sanyang was shocked. This place was Buzhou Mountain. If another saint was born, he could not hide his aura. Maybe there would be a chain reaction to be born.

At this moment, Amitabha in the state of concentration sighed softly, and in an instant, countless powers of faith turned into the power of the holy path, covering up the secrets of the hundreds of feet of heaven around him in a hazy way, covering up the aura of the peerless figure's birth.

"Lingbao Heavenly Lord!" A hazy phantom walked out of the chaos and turned into Yang Sanyang's Dharma image, standing within his eyes.

Yang Sanyang's eyes were like torch, and he walked out with the figure. Suddenly, his heart moved, and a stream of information came from the figure.

"I didn't chant this time? Why did you come out by yourself?" Yang Sanyang looked at the figure walking out, his eyes a little confused, as if he was at a loss.

The phantom of the Lingbao Heavenly Lord is hazy and looks extremely dim, as if it is a shadow, or if a wind blows, it will dissipate.

"How strange!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Didn't it mean that after reciting the scriptures and realizing it, the great way would have the Dharma image? Why did the Dharma image appear on its own at this time?

The purple qi came from the east for 30,000 miles, and was suppressed by Amitabha's qi. The figure was filled with empty eyes. The next moment, a thought was transmitted into Yang Sanyang's soul, and then the spiritual treasure and Yang Sanyang's soul were combined. The next moment, a will flowed through Yang Sanyang's mind.

"It is neither copper nor iron nor steel. It was once hidden under Mount Sumeru. There is no need to reverse the yin and yang, nor to temper the sharpness of water and fire!"

The spiritual treasure Dharma image is compatible with the physical body, and then Yang Sanyang lost the control of the physical body. At this time, under the control of the spiritual treasure Dharma image, mysterious forbidden methods flowed. The magic techniques that Yang Sanyang could not understand were all heading towards the liquid in the Bagua furnace.

Xiran, which came from Houtu, was constantly melting and stretching, turning into mold embryos. After being tempered and tempered, the copper water forged in nine turns was injected into the mold. Mobile terminal::

Six magic sword embryos are formed, and after all the iron liquid is injected into it, they are cast into six swords.

The mysterious seal techniques flowed indefinitely. Among the four swords, the countless rune forbidden methods were imprinted by the Lingbao Heavenly Lord. The divine light flowed in the entire mold, becoming extraordinary.

The other two swords were also filled with endless murderous intent with the sacrifice and refining of the Lingbao Heavenly Lord.

Not far away

The Dragon Beard and Tiger and the Styx stood at the farthest point, feeling that with Yang Sanyang's sword refining, the hairs around him kept standing up, giving birth to a creepy feeling. It seemed that there was a great terror in the dark, and it seemed that he could come to kill himself at any time.

"For some reason, my body was cold. I always felt that something fearful was nurturing in the Bagua furnace!" Styx's eyes were full of fanaticism. The sword that Yang Sanyang sacrificed was to entrust himself with Dharma images, so the greater the power, the better.

Therefore, although my body was uncomfortable, I was still standing there firmly, staring at the place where Yang Sanyang refined his treasure, and a divine light appeared in my eyes, excited.

He has been waiting for too long this day!

"Three treasures of spirit and spirit!" Yang Sanyang said without raising his head.

After hearing this, Styx didn't say anything, he sprayed a breath of energy and energy between his mouth and nose. Yang Sanyang reached out to take it and poured it into two of the swords.

I saw that with his thoughts, the embryos of the two swords changed, and two ancient innate divine texts emerged: "Abi, Yuantu."

A divine light flowed in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and innate forbidden methods flowed in his hands, pouring into the six swords.

A stream of energy and spirit was born between the mouth and nose, and then sprayed towards the four swords, and instantly merged into the four swords.

In the Great Wilderness, there is no saying that blood recognizes the master. Destruction of flesh and blood can be reborn, but only the three treasures of essence, energy, spirit and spirit are the foundation of a person and cannot be copied.

As a breath of energy and spirit sprayed into it, the six swords buzzed and vibrated, and a mysterious aura seemed to come.

At this time, Yang Sanyang became a spectator, quietly allowing his family to sacrifice and refine treasures. At this time, a trace of thought appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes: "How strange!"

If you say that your Dharma image can foster skills, it is because of the Holy Taoist scriptures, and he has nothing to say! But if you say that your Dharma image can foster your own magic weapon... can you stop joking with me?

There are hundreds of millions of cultivators in the Great Wilderness, but I have never seen anyone's Dharma image that can sacrifice and refine magic weapons! I take the initiative to sacrifice and refine magic weapons!

The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and it took half a month in the blink of an eye. Then the Dharma phase stopped moving and returned to Yang Sanyang's Yuanshen Realm.

Yang Sanyang recovered the control of his soul, and his eyes showed thoughts. Before, he was not worried that his Dharma image would take over his body. Although he allowed the Dharma image to control his physical body, he knew that as long as he moved his heart, he could regain control of his physical body.

It's just that there's no need to do that!

"It's strange! I haven't recited the true scriptures this time!" Yang Sanyang sensed the Dharma image in his own soul state, and a scripture flashed out in his mind.

"The True Sutra of Lingbao to Save People!" Yang Sanyang murmured.

Looking at the burning flames in the Bagua Furnace, the main body of the sword had been cast, and the next step was to sacrifice and refine the civil and military fire, and it seemed that he could not take action.

"The True Sutra of Lingbao Saving People!" Yang Sanyang muttered, turned around and looked at the stunned River Styx and the Dragon and Bearded Tiger. With a wave of his sleeve, he immediately rolled the two into his sleeves, and then used his magical power to make him faint.

The next moment, Yang Sanyang recited the true scriptures, and the heavenly secrets changed in the dark. A mysterious and mysterious and wonderful aura escaped from the vast world, was born from nothingness, absorbed by Yang Sanyang's mouth and nose, and then merged into the soul and poured into the body of Lingbao Tianzun.

With the infusion of the wonderful aura, the spiritual treasure began to condense. Although it still looks illusory, it can barely allow people to see its outline clearly, like a ghost-like body.

In his chest, four murderous intents were earth-shaking, and some terrifying skills seemed to be constantly nurturing.

After reciting a scripture, the ending sound of "The Sutra of Lingbao Saving People" gradually scattered in the cave, and then suddenly a surging weather dropped. The bell rang forty-nine times, but it was obscured by the Dharma of Amitabha.

The mark transformed by a mysterious aura accompanied his breathing, merged into the soul, and then was refined into his mouth and nose.

"It seems that there is no use to cultivate the spiritual treasure and magic form?" Yang Sanyang blinked, revealing a hint of confusion.

The Supreme Dharma Image can also give birth to the supreme treasure Tai Chi Diagram, which is based on the Tai Chi Diagram and has a foundation! Amitabha is the most powerful. He directly preaches the world when he is enlightened, gains the power of endless faith, and cultivates the power of a saint, which has become Yang Sanyang's reliance. Now he has become Yang Sanyang's biggest trump card.

What about the spiritual treasure?

Yang Sanyang looked at the sword in the Bagua Furnace: "The Four Swords of Zhu Xian? It doesn't look like it!"

"And the Lingbao Heavenly Lord's chest is full of murderous intent, giving birth to four extremely powerful killings. It seems that it is nurturing something that is extremely unparalleled! Although the spiritual treasure Dharma image is now being practiced, it has no foundation. It is no difference between practicing it and not practicing it!" Yang Sanyang's various thoughts were flowing: "In short, my Dharma image seems to be something wrong, but I don't know who to talk to."

"In these three Dharma images, no matter which Dharma image is, it contains a shocking secret. If I tell you to discuss it with others, I will never think of peace in the future!" Yang Sanyang carried his hands on his back and wandered around the Bagua Furnace for a few times, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes: "I can't figure it out! I can't figure it out!"

"Is it the magical genius brought by the classics of the Holy Way?" Yang Sanyang looked at his soul inside, as if the vast chaos was becoming more and more real inside his soul. A figure kept flashing, flowing with heart-wrenching power.

"It's not right!" Yang Sanyang frowned: "These three Dharma images are not so much as gathering scriptures and condensing heaven and earth, but rather being summoned directly from chaos. They walked out of chaos and had a sense of the scriptures they recited... So the question is, what is the chaos that I had observed before?"

All the energy was completely restrained, Yang Sanyang threw two dragon beard tigers and the Styx out of his sleeves, and a trace of thought appeared in his eyes: "It seems something is wrong!"

It doesn’t just seem to be something wrong, it’s simply something wrong!

The two of them were still falling asleep. Yang Sanyang fell into deep thought and looked into the distance with his eyes: "How strange!"

I don’t know how long I can think, but a sound woke him up from his sleep:

"Senior brother, why did you knock us two out before?"

The voice of Styx was full of confusion, and he stood up staggeringly: "Have you practiced the treasure?" Computer::/
Chapter completed!