When he threw Fang Taike dozens of miles away, Li Buzhuo thought he had hysteria. When he heard the conversation between Fang Taike and Fang Zangyu, he realized that Fang Taike was the reincarnation of the sword spirit, and his mind was inspiring for a moment. The spiritual intelligence of this sword spirit is no different from that of a human, and its strength is even more amazing. He may have to surpass the Dharma Realm and enter the True Form Realm. Even the sword spirit is so powerful, so what about the original owner of the sword?

He glanced at Jiang Jiuzheng's body and was filled with mixed feelings. Guan Yuanhou was a strong generation in the Jiang family. He had a strong foundation. With the Jiang family's background, even if he could beat him, who would dare to kill him? Now he was watching Shengxie Jian and attacking Jian Shi, which was a disadvantage, but the Jiang family came to him and would not say these things.

Fang Taike killed him with one sword. After killing someone, he was still disdainful of silence. Obviously, he did not take the Jiang family seriously. What confidence is this.

After this sword, the dust settled and no more variables arise.

After Fang Taike finished speaking to Li Buzhuo, Fang Zangyu also bowed to Li Buzhuo: "This kind of kindness in Zangyu will always be remembered. If you need help in the future, you must do your best."

Li Buzhuo helped the sword servant resist the foreign enemies, but half of them were out of selfishness. He sideways and looked ahead to the sword tomb. He saw several corpses in the pile of rocks and said, "It's a pity that I'm weak and can't save them. Hey, are there anyone alive there?"

As soon as Li Buzhuo finished speaking, Fang Taike turned his head and saw Fang Pu who was fainted from the broken arm in front of Jian Tomb. He immediately flashed over, helped Fang Pu up, brushed his palm over the broken arm, and used internal qi to help Fang Pu stop the blood. Then he patted Fang Pu's back.

Fang Pu spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with pink lung fluid, hummed twice, but still didn't wake up, but his breath became much more relaxed.

If Fang Taike is not counted, this is the only surviving sword servant of the younger generation.

Fang Zangyu walked to the front of the sword tomb, and the battle was calm. The fields were quiet. The breeze blew the fragrance of flowers not far away, mixed with blood, and brought a few birds and insects from afar. He couldn't help but hang his hands silently, pointing to the point of the sword, looking sad.

The sword tomb is now in a disaster and the brothers are killed. It would be fine if the thief who steals the magical weapons escaped, but now, the Chen family's sword-taking thieves returned to Yiyou Mountain and sacrificed their lives. Otherwise, Fang Zangyu could still swear to the sword tomb like Fang Ahan, and regard destroying Chen's family and finding the evil sword as the goal to support his life. But now, his heart is blank. It would be better to die under Jiang Jiucheng's gun.

"If the Jiang family finds Yiyou Mountain, even if there is a sword spirit sitting here, and they are not afraid of them, they are also afraid that the residents in the village will be disturbed." Li Buzhuo saw Fang Zangyu's expression wrong and approached and said.

Fang Zangyu was shocked and gathered his mind. Although his face was still a little pale, the depressed dead air between his eyebrows was wiped out and he said to Li Buzhuo: "Thank you."

Li Buzhuo continued to walk two steps ahead of Jianzhu, and put Fang Taike down Fangpu, looked at Jianzhu, sighed and said, "Although Fang An is not talented, he is unparalleled in loyalty. He was seriously injured back then. He had gone to the overseas wilderness to make a chance and still have hope of recovery, but he used twelve life lamps to put all his life span here, which was a pity."

Li Buzhuo did not see the Fang family ancestor in the sword tomb with his own eyes. He only heard from others that although the Fang family ancestor could not get out of the sword tomb, his soul came out of his body. He used the sword intent to break the three masters together, and even killed one of them directly. He couldn't help but feel swaying and thought, how charming is Chen Zhilong able to get this sword attendant.

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Previously, the villagers were rescued by four innate masters of the Chen family. Li Buzhuo reminded him not to go out in the village, nor to approach the sword tomb, so as not to be caught and treated as a proton. After the battle, he hid fish with him and went down the mountain, summoned the villagers, and carried the bodies back to the village to deal with the burial matter.

The body of the Chen clan was chopped off by Fang Zangyu and strung in front of the sword tomb, piled into a flesh-and-blooded pagoda to alert future generations.

As a sword spirit, Fang Taike reincarnated as a sword spirit. After awakening his memories of his previous life, he did not return to the village. He raised the evil sword with his palm. He lifted the rocks as big as a hill in the sword tomb with a sword, and smashed it into the forest. It was like an earthquake, which scared away countless beasts and birds. When the vibration subsided, the original sword tomb was also cleaned up by his sword. Although the ground was still full of gravel, it could enter.

Fang Taike put away the life lamp placed in the twelve directions of the sword tomb. Fang An's sword dispersed his soul and should have ended up with both spirit and form, but there was still a trace of soul-living tricks left in the twelve life lamps.

Twelve life lamps were placed in front of the stone gate of Jianzhong. Fang Taike made seals and chanted the spell, but his expression was solemn. His fingertips followed the twelve life lamps and gently fiddled in nothingness. Soon, strands of gray and white aura were led out of the life lamp by him, condensed into a stream, and gradually became stronger.

Half an hour later, the wisp of qi finally condensed but did not dissipate.

Fang Taike waved his hand and the energy flew out of the stone gate and disappeared. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Buzhuo could see clearly from the side. When Fang Taike attacked Jiang Jiucheng, the master of the Divine Game Realm, he had no expression on his face, as if he had killed a fly casually. The job of helping Fang An gather souls is not easy at the moment.

With his eyes off the lamp of life, Fang Taike said: "Everything has a little true spirit, and it follows the will of heaven. Even if birth, old age, sickness and death will not erase this little true spirit. If it is reincarnated, it can be transformed into a living creature. But if the true spirit disappears, it will disappear completely. What I can do for him is to barely protect his true spirit from dissipating."

If you are not a person with great supernatural powers, you can still retain the memories of your previous life after reincarnation. For ordinary people, the so-called true spirit is just a thought after death.

After saying that, Fang Taike waved his hand, and the twelve life lamps floated up and circled around him, and then fell into the sword tomb in an orderly manner. Then he looked at Li Buzhuo again: "Your sword path contains a trace of holy Taoist energy. It turns out that the Holy Taoist sword intent cannot control your sword path. This is very rare. I see that you have seventy-three body gods, and each body god contains a different will of sword tomb. Your method of sacrificing the body god is originally tempered by the sword tomb will. I already know the purpose of your coming to the sword tomb to watch the ceremony."

Li Buzhuo looked at Fang Taike's expressionless face. At this moment, he did not hide his thoughts. Fang Taike bowed and said, "Please allow me to observe and understand the sword intent."

"Yes." Fang Taike nodded and agreed, and said, "However, the saint's sword is as vast as the stars in the sky. The saint's sword intent you tempered is just one of them. Although my sword will is not as good as a saint, I have to face it and observe and understand it directly. It may be too domineering for you. Although I will not hurt your soul, it may shake your own sword will. Have you thought about it?"

"I can't find it."

Li Buzhuo said seriously, if he retreated because of fear and doubt, and did not dare to accept opportunities, his swordsmanship would not be as good as the word "uneasy".
Chapter completed!