Time passes slowly.

While in place, Huo Changliu stared at the front seriously, staring at it with a sound, looking inexplicably nervous.

Of course, this tension is actually very normal.

The Buddha sword in front of them is their expectation for hundreds of years.

In order to make the Futu sword in front of them take shape, they arranged hundreds of years of time and designed it all the way. I don’t know how much it has paid to achieve the current results.

If even this cannot be successful, it will undoubtedly be a desperate thing.

Thinking of this, everyone present stared at the portal with their eyes tightly on their faces, and their faces were particularly nervous.

Invisibly, a tense atmosphere emerged.

Fortunately, the scenes that emerged ahead did not disappoint them.

As time goes by, the origins of nine unique physiques, including Song Qingruo, were slowly drawn out and merged into the illusory long sword in front of them.

As this action continues, the body of the Futu sword gradually becomes solid, as if it is about to recover and truly condenses its own body.

Boom!

There were waves of thunder everywhere, and in a vague manner, there seemed to be waves of dark clouds covering the place, as if God was shocked and angry.

Thunders continued to slash below, landing on the illusory body of the Futu sword, but did not cause any turbulence. Instead, it seemed to be absorbed by it. All the thunder power disappeared and merged into the body of the Futu sword.

Soldier robbery?

No, this is not a military disaster, but a miracle formed by the instinctive formation of the aura of the Buddha Sword, which is connected with the external energy.

But even so, this thunder is extremely terrifying, not inferior to the second robbery of many divine weapons.

But it is obvious that compared with the level of the Buddha Sword, the mere second robbery could not cause any trouble.

“Okay, very good….”

Looking at the gradually forming Futu sword in front of him, Huo Changliu's eyes became more and more excited. At this moment, he couldn't help but speak and muttered to himself: "So keep gathering like this..."

Everything looked very smooth.

At least Huo Changliu and others think so.

Now, under their design, the Qionghua Sword Sect has completely fallen into chaos, and the strong men in the entire Sword Sect have been dragged down.

Or, what if they can pull out their hands?

The sword tomb in front of us has its own rules, and it is impossible to allow the existence above the spiritual transformation to enter it.

And even if the mere spiritual transformation level enters here, what can Huo Changliu and the others do?

When the Futu sword in front of them takes shape, they will leave. At that time, the Qionghua Sword Sect will have no way to do them.

Song Qingruo?

When the sacrifice of the Futu Sword in front of him is completely over, even if Song Qing does not die here, he will probably become a useless person in the end.

And a useless man is worth the effort of the Qionghua Sword Sect. What should I do for this?

Furthermore, if you can plan this place for hundreds of years, the power behind Huo Changliu is not weaker than the Qionghua Sword Sect, and you will even win even more.

This is even more true when the Buddha sword is obtained.

If that's the case, what's there to be afraid of?

Various thoughts flashed through Huo Changliu's mind, and he was full of confidence at this moment.

However, compared to his confidence, Chen Heng from afar obviously has a different view.

"The destiny is not bad, but unfortunately it's still a little worse than the person before."

In the distance, above the towering mountain peaks, Chen Heng stood here alone, looking at the scene in the distance, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

From the beginning to now, he has been observing in secret.

Originally, he thought that the person who entered the sword tomb this time would still be from the Qionghua Sword Sect.

But judging from the current situation, it is obviously not the case.

Even judging from the fact that Song Qingruo was captured and threw him down to serve as a sacrifice, it was obvious that there were huge changes in the Qionghua Sword Sect, and it may be impossible to control the sword tomb at this moment.

It is really a big deal to use an innate sword body and other unique physical origins as sacrifices to sacrifice the Futu sword.

Even in Chen Heng's opinion, such a move is also worthy of amazing.

Song Qingruo's innate sword body is very unique, it is a unique physique nurtured by this world. The origin makes Chen Heng feel special and a physique that is very cherished.

As for the origin of the other eight physiques, although most of them are not as good as Song Qingruo's innate sword body, they are also extremely good.

Even if it were Chen Heng, it would be worth a surprise to get any of them, let alone gathering so many.

The group of people in front of him gathered up so many origins, which was absolutely a big deal.

And that Buddha Sword is definitely worth doing this.

From that Buddha sword, Chen Heng could feel the terrifying power.

"That origin..."

Standing there, Chen Heng murmured to himself, and various thoughts flashed through his mind.

The origin of the Buddha Sword is very powerful, like the innate laws bred from this world, and is particularly unique.

It also gives Chen Heng a familiar feeling, somewhat similar to the initial space in the initial world.

That is the breath of the origin of the world.

"Is that Buddha sword one of the origins of this world?"

Many thoughts flashed through Chen Heng's mind, and he subconsciously wanted to do something at this moment.

The origin of the world is undoubtedly an extremely precious thing. If it can be obtained, it will be of many benefits for Chen Heng at this moment.

Not to mention nine unique origins, including Song Qingruo.

If these things can be obtained, it will be of great help to Chen Heng. Not only will it help him further, but even his body will benefit a lot and gain a lot.

So...do it?

Chen Heng raised his head and looked at Huo Changliu and others ahead, and this thought flashed through his mind.

Now, it's nothing.

Although Huo Changliu and others have pretty good strength, it doesn’t seem to be anything in Chen Heng’s opinion. If you really do it, it will be just a matter of one sword.

But the Futu sword was a little troublesome, and the aura on it made Chen Heng frown and feel surprised.

However, no matter what, at least there is still a fight.

If it is amazing, Chen Heng is still confident in suppressing everything by activating the power of the true spirit and consuming power.

However, just when he wanted to do it, an accident occurred.

"It's him..."

Chen Heng looked at a figure beside Huo Changliu, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

As his gaze was watching, a young man was standing beside Huo Changliu.

It was a figure with a robe on the surface, and his dress seemed to be no different from the others around him, but in fact the person among them was a familiar guy.

Xiao Han.

He suddenly entered this sword tomb, and compared with Song Qingruo who was directly thrown into the altar, Xiao Han was disguised very well at this moment.

At this moment, he was standing not far from Huo Changliu's figure, but no one felt abnormal, as if it was like this.

This kind of disguise is really surprising.

Chen Heng's face was strange, and he gave up his original intention of taking action. He temporarily suppressed his movements and continued to watch.

"Let him take the lead first...it's fine..."

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he thought so.

Judging from his understanding of the destiny, Xiao Han would lurk here, obviously to cause trouble.

Since that's the case, it's nothing wrong with letting it take the lead first.

Let's take a look at his operations.

This thought flashed through Chen Heng's mind, and he couldn't help but become interested at this moment.

So he continued to look forward and silently paid attention.

Time passes by bit by bit.

"Didn't you faint yet?"

Standing there, Huo Changliu looked at Song Qingruo, who looked pale in front of him, but still insisted that he had not fallen down, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Even for him, Song Qingruo's will is also worthy of marveling.

"Young Master, do you have to continue?"
To be continued...