"Change!"

Bai Mo took the lotus of Jiuyouluo Palace and immediately sent it to the field of the Medicine Ancestor Spirit to plant it, warning the old demon Xinghuang can only pick a petal to warm the Pu Shang Demon Tree to nourish the soul.

This Jiuyouluo Palace Lotus is obviously not mature. When it matures, it will definitely have much stronger effects than it is now.

The old demon Xinghuang knew the reason, and couldn't help but be excited when he looked at the Jiuyou Luo Palace Lotus.

"What's wrong with this?" Di Posa said in confusion.

"This is a medicinal material worth 30,000 years old. How could you have a medicinal material worth 30,000 years old?" the ancestor exclaimed.

"Old ancestor, this is my secret. I have appreciated all the treasures in the Zhenbao Pavilion now. To be honest, I really want to put them in my pocket, but it seems unrealistic now. So it is best to leave here and perform more heavenly tasks, or find good things as much as possible to exchange them together." Bai Mo stood up and smiled.

"Okay!" The ancestor did not ask questions and took Bai Mo and Di Poso away from the Zhenbao Pavilion.

"I hope you will come often in the future!" said the ancestor.

"I will!"

As Bai Mo and Di Poso left, the gate of Zhenbao Pavilion suddenly closed, and the ancestors also disappeared from the local area. When they appeared again, they came to a lakeside.

This lake is bottomless and has a wide range. If there are no traces of buildings around it, it would be more accurate to describe it as rivers.

Di Haotian is here now.

The moment the ancestor appeared, Di Haotian respectfully shouted: "Ancestor!"

There is no awkwardness or resentment in Di Haotian. It is like this title, and it is normal to have such etiquette.

"You are the best here, let Chiwen come out now!" said the ancestor.

"Yes!" Di Haotian said respectfully.

Hurry!

With Di Haotian's spiritual communication, the lake, which was still quiet before, suddenly storms storm and rain, bringing waves like blades.

The Doomsday Disaster is the best description of such a scene in front of you.

But all the wind and waves suddenly disappeared when they reached their peak, as if they were about to reach "gaochao". But they disappeared all of a sudden.

Depressed!

Sorrow and anger!

Feeling uncomfortable!

When these feelings were intertwined, a figure slowly appeared on the lake surface. He was wearing a golden robe, floating on the water surface. His eyes showed a glimmer of regret, and his whole body was filled with a helpless atmosphere, which made the atmosphere around him deep.

who is he?

He is Chiwen, the guardian beast of the Haotian Holy Land. The sixth-level demon clan.

At Chiwen's eyebrows, there was a sword constantly churning. What you could see was countless sword shadows circling around his body.

However, not everyone can see such a sword shadow. Unless it reaches the eighth level of the gods, it is impossible to capture the sword shadow’s guard.

In each sword shadow, it seems like there is a fifth-level peak monster dancing. The dense sword shadows mean dense fifth-level peak monsters. It is equivalent to the many ninth-level cultivators expressing their respect for Chiwen devoutly.

"I have met Lord Chiwen!" Di Haotian said respectfully.

"Chiwen, good news!" The ancestor was not very respectful, and shouted loudly with an excited expression on his face.

"What good news?" Chiwen asked.

"Someone recognized the Heavenly Binding Divine Array and knew the shortcomings of the Heavenly Binding Divine Array." The ancestor said anxiously.

"What?"

Chiwen, who was originally decadent, burst out with a strong and arrogant aura when he heard this, and his eyes became hot as he looked at the ancestors.

"Old guy. Are you talking about it true? Can anyone really break the Heaven-Binding God Array? Who is he? Where is he now?"

"He is Bai Mo, now he is in our Haotian Holy Land, and he is the master of the Holy Land Master's Mai Hall!" The ancestor smiled.

"The master of Shimai Tang? Is it the Shimai Tang founded by Jiang Demishen?" Chiwen raised his eyebrows and said.

"Yes, it is the Shimai Hall founded by Jiang Demishen. But time has changed, and the hall master has now become Bai Mo's head. Bai Mo is a six-in-one crown-level emperor. His cultivation is at the fifth level of the gods, but there are many miracles he has created." The ancestor said.

"Di Haotian, tell me about this white ink!" Chiwen said.

"Yes. Bai Mo is..."

With Di Haotian's explanation, Chiwen's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the breath around her became more and more mysterious. As her eyes turned, a thoughtful look appeared on her face.

"So, does our future depend on this Bai Mo?"

"He may improve the Heaven-Binding Divine Array." said the ancestor.

"Even if that's the case, we can't take risks! You must know that we only have one opportunity, only this one left. If we can't ensure that everything is foolproof, not only will we die, but the entire Haotian Holy Land will completely disappear!" Chiwen said decisively.

"You really can't be rash!" said the ancestor.

"Di Haotian, pay close attention to Bai Mo's actions from now on, and write down any news about him without any leakage. I am in a critical period of cultivation recently. So don't bother me if I have nothing to do. By the day when I finish my cultivation, if you are sure Bai Mo can, then let him participate." Chiwen said.

"good!"

"Go!"

"yes!"

Chiwen turned around and disappeared into the lake, leaving only his ancestors and Di Haotian.

"Don't let Bai Mo feel that we are plotting against him. Let's just let it go before Chiwen's practice is over."

"Okay!" Di Haotian said.

"I hope this time can be successful. Only when we succeed can we achieve the great cause!" The ancestor said with a confused look on his face.

Di Haotian clenched his fists, and light flashed in his eyes.

The Bai family teacher’s pulse.

Bai Mo did not expect that this time would be such a great harvest. The tower spirit is now refining the emperor's spiritual weapon, and the Jiuyou Luo Palace Lotus has also been planted in the field of the Medicine Ancestor Spirit. What he has to do now is to refine the true bones of the sword as soon as possible.

Retreat!

Bai Mo chose to retreat without any hesitation. As for those who wanted to visit, he was not in the mood to pay attention to it.

In the secret room.

The spiritual sword that had turned into runes roared out with Bai Mo's control. Each handle was dazzling, and in the flow of the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, it made people feel a sense of suffocation that was coming towards us.

"Zhu Xian, I want to fuse the true bones of the sword and each sword now. All you have to do is to make every effort to promote this fusion, do you understand?" Bai Mo said.

"I understand!" Zhu Xian said decisively.

"Let's start!" Bai Mo said.

call!

The true bones of the sword were thrown up, and then swords began to rotate on their own. With Zhu Xian as the center, all the swords were superimposed in an instant and fused into a sword.

Hurry!

The sword-do true bones turned into shattering in the air, and countless pieces swept towards Zhu Xian with Bai Mo's control. Under Zhu Xian's operation, the fused sword seemed like a shark smelling the fishy smell, and madly devoured all the sword-do true bone fragments.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!"

At this time, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder in the Thunder Pool was also mobilized and started to be tempered. The washing of the time brought about the fusion of the true bones of the sword and the spiritual sword.

This is the first step!

After such fusion is completed, the whole is broken into pieces, allowing all the spiritual swords to return to the spiritual orifice and merge with Bai Mo's orifice beads.

Only when this step is completed does it really mean that Bai Mo has the ninth-level spiritual sword of Xuanling, and these spiritual swords have become part of his body.

At this time, Bai Mo no longer knew what realm his barbarian cultivation had mutated to. Imagine that when he mastered the great way of power, he would add an invincible sharp force. Who can stop it?

Thinking of this, Bai Mo's interest in practicing became stronger and stronger. His witch and man's body was destined to embark on an unusual path of cultivation. He wanted to create his own new school, which was his opportunity to win the path of becoming a great god.

Since the big scene of the 100,000 masters' meridians welcomed each other, Bai Mo's every move was noticed by many masters' meridians in Haotian Holy Land. This time he was retreating will naturally be no exception.

"You said that Bai Mo had such a big incident, but he had no follow-up, but went to seclusion. This is illogical!"

"Yes, I haven't shown up until now. What does he want to do?"

"It's really unreliable!"

But no matter what the outside world thinks, the Bai family teacher always operates on his own.

What do you want to say is your business? What we have to do is practice step by step. Bai Mo has a saying that is too correct. The iron must be strong himself. If the Bai family teacher's pulse is only Bai Mo strong and they are all soft persimmons, there is no way to form a climate.

So they must follow the effort!

Day 11.

When Yuchi's bloodline was still reporting to the hall as before, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind, followed by a familiar voice.

"Bloodline, thank you for your hard work during this period!"

It's Bai Mo!

"Master!" Yuchi Xuetong suddenly turned around and looked at Bai Mo with excitement all day long.
To be continued...