"No, these guys are too strong, I have to go out and help!"

Seeing these four people slaughtering the sect disciples, it was like cutting vegetables. At least dozens of disciples died on the spot with one palm strike. How could he bear to watch this?

And his master was in a very bad condition, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He fought with the opponent with swords, palms and fists, and was almost beaten back by the opponent, but Mo Jian still attacked desperately.

Mo Nan and the four elders joined forces, but they could only barely hold one of them back. Seeing that Mo Jian was in a very bad condition, he was not an opponent at all, but was tortured all the time.

How could Ling Fan bear to watch there? Just as he was about to rush out to help, his body seemed to be suppressed and unable to move. Taixu Sword flew to his side and whispered, "Although I said you can't beat him, I didn't say you can't hurt him!"

This short sentence made him stare at Taixu Sword, and she continued, "With your current cultivation level, as long as you sign a contract with me, use your own cultivation level as the price, and use the Taixu Sword's Hollow Void, this old guy will definitely not be able to withstand it, but it is probably impossible to kill him, but it may be possible to seriously injure him."

"What should I do?"

Ling Fan didn't hesitate at all. Mo Jian was his master, who taught him and raised him. How could he watch his relatives die in front of him?

"A drop of blood!"

He didn't need to make a move, and didn't wait for him to reply. Taixu Sword gently cut his finger, and a drop of blood slowly dripped onto the sword.

"There is something unusual happening in the sword tomb!"

The old man noticed something immediately and repelled Mo Jian with a palm. He saw a white light emanating from the Lingtian Sword Tomb. Such a terrifying fluctuation of Yuan Ling made him feel horrified.

"Taixu Sword Art! Dongxu"

Ling Fan's voice came from inside. He didn't care how the Taixu Sword absorbed his Yuan Ling. He madly poured all his strength into it, but his eyes were fixed on the old man.

"Not good! Senior, the top of my head!"

The old man heard the voices of the crowd and looked up in a hurry. He was shocked. A huge and complicated rune formation appeared above his head, and a beam of light rushed down, covering him tightly.

"Damn it! I can't move!"

The old man was covered by the sudden light before he could react. His body seemed to be imprisoned and couldn't move at all.

But he seemed to have seen something. He tightened his body with a fierce look on his face. The Yuan Ling in his body rushed out desperately, and the golden light covering him was also shaking violently.

The four people outside saw this scene and were about to help. Mo Jian, Mo Nan and others were not stupid either. They hurried over to block the four people.

"Someone is driving the Taixu Sword in the Sword Tomb!"

The old man stared at Ling Tian Sword Tomb with angry eyes and gritted his teeth, but he could not see the person who attacked. The sword formation suddenly opened from the middle, and a huge white sword rushed out and fell fiercely on the old man.

The four people were also horrified. If they were to take this blow, they would probably be dead or not far away. The old man hurriedly slapped his head, and black light gushed out from his forehead.

The seven-story black tower flew out, instantly becoming hundreds of times larger, spinning in the air, and the demonic energy rolled and rushed towards the sword light above his head.

Boom

With a loud bang, Ling Fan spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale and bloodless, and the hand holding the Taixu Sword was shaking. The old man was not feeling well either. He stepped back several steps and spit out a small mouthful of blood, but he was only slightly injured.

"Damn it! You dare to attack me? I will kill you today!"

He didn't expect that someone would dare to attack him suddenly. If he hadn't been unprepared, Ling Fan would never have been able to hurt him.

Seeing the old man rushing towards him, he was ready to fight to the death. Just as he was about to use the last bit of his Yuan Ling, a familiar figure blocked the old man's way.

Mo Jian's voice rang in Ling Fan's mind before he spoke, "Ling Fan, remember, the Taixu Sword is extremely important and must not be given to others. Go!"

He knew that he was no match for the old man. Mo Jian seemed to let go of everything. He sighed softly and said helplessly, "I didn't expect that this step would be the end of me." Mo Jian, who let go of everything, exuded red steam from his body, gushing out of his body.

"Burn the Yuan Ling!"

The old man hurriedly retreated a distance. At this time, he had to be cautious. Mo Jian would definitely die if he burned his Yuan Ling, but he could temporarily exchange for power beyond the limit.

"Father!"

Seeing this, Mo Nan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and prepared to burn his Yuan Ling. Mo Jian shouted angrily, "Nan'er! Take the disciples of the sect and leave quickly."

"Leave? Where are you going?"

Another strange old man's voice came from all directions, the voice was sharp like the cry of a bat, and a black shadow rushed over.

The old man turned around and snorted, "Bat King, you are too late, right?" The Bat King smiled and said, "Old Yunmu, look at what you said, I came here at the fastest speed, and I also brought a lot of ants to help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clapped his hands lightly, and countless black shadows within a few miles kept approaching, all of them were black bats the size of a palm, and they flew over with bloodshot eyes.

All the disciples also saw this scene. They knew that they would probably die today, but Jian Jue Peak had always treated them well, taught them to practice, and let them embark on the path of practice. The sect should repay the favor!

"We swear to defend the sect to the death!"

Fifty thousand disciples shouted in unison, each of them determined to die. All of them were fearless and pointed their swords directly at the old man and others.

"Good! Very good! Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill your wish!"

The Bat King said angrily with a fierce look on his face, "Kill them! Don't leave any alive!"

Ling Fan naturally saw Mo Jian burning his Yuan Ling, and also saw the scene of the sect disciples fearless of death, that is, they were determined to defend the sect even if they died.

He roared hoarsely, but his body could not move at all. The Taixu Sword spun around him twice and said, "Don't be impulsive. Now it is not something you can change. Leave first!"

The Taixu Sword did not give Ling Fan the power to refuse. It directly emitted a golden light to wrap him up, and then disappeared into the sword tomb.

When the golden light wrapped him up, Ling Fan had actually fainted. After all, he forced overdraft to use the Taixu Sword Art. Now there is no trace of Yuanling fluctuation in his body, as if he is just an ordinary person.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. The sun shone on him, and the dazzling light made his eyelids move.

"Master!"

Ling Fan stood up suddenly, and hurriedly looked around. The Taixu Sword was suspended in the air and fell into his hand. He said, "Everyone in Jian Jue Peak is dead. You have been unconscious for three days and two nights."

"What did you say? My master...they..."

When Ling Fan heard the news, it was like a bolt from the blue. He had feelings for the sect and many friends. His master was like a father to him. Now that the whole family was slaughtered, this was the second tragedy in his life.

"Old ghost Yunmu! Bat King! I want you to die!"

Ling Fan gritted his teeth and slammed the lawn angrily, but found that he was weak and there was no fluctuation of his Yuanling in his body.

Logically speaking, no matter how much a person overdraws his Yuanling, he will recover a little after a day or two, but he didn't recover at all and couldn't sense the situation in his body.

Taixu Sword chuckled and said, "Don't look at me. You are already a useless person. Your cultivation is ruined now!"

"My...my cultivation..."

"You are just an ordinary person now. Although your cultivation is gone, your realm is still there, and this body still retains the strength of the realm, which is not bad."

"What's the difference between that and a useless person? I still have a lot of things to do, and I have a blood feud to avenge. Now even my cultivation is gone!"

"You can rebuild your cultivation if you lose it, and it's not a bad thing for you!"

Taixu Sword didn't seem to care about his cultivation. He still said in a calm tone, "From the moment you used the Taixu Sword Art, you were destined to have your cultivation ruined. Do you know why?"

After Taixu Sword Spirit said this, Ling Fan seemed to think of something. When he was at the Sword Art Peak, when he used the Taixu Sword Art, the Yuan Ling in his body was absorbed desperately, but his realm did not fall at that time, so he just thought it was overdrawn.

Taixu Sword continued, "The Taixu Sword Art is a sword art without levels, divided into seven levels, each level is divided into four levels of perception, and the power of each level of breakthrough will increase exponentially. Back then, Ling Zhantian, the ancestor of the Ling family, fought all the way to the spirit world with the Taixu Sword in his hand, and almost knocked down the spirit master. If it weren't for the arrival of several lord-level strongmen at that time, I'm afraid the current spirit master would have to change positions."

"Spirit master? What is that?"

Ling Fan was confused and didn't understand the meaning at all. The Taixu Sword suddenly emitted white smoke, forming a graceful figure, standing in front of him with eyes looking at the blue sky.

As if it was a glance of a thousand years, she sighed and said, "If the master had listened to me and didn't go there, maybe there wouldn't be a tragedy back then. Too much was lost back then."

"Wait... Did you just say the ancestor of the Ling family?"

Ling Fan seemed to recall something. The Taixu Sword actually mentioned the ancestor of the Ling family just now. Could it have something to do with his Ling family?

Taixujian turned around and whispered, "Although the bloodline of the Ling family in Yuanling Continent is thin, they are still members of the master's family. But you are different. You are superior to everyone since birth, and your bloodline purity is even better than the master's. Maybe you are the person the master said at the beginning!"

"That person?"

Ling Fan became more and more confused as he listened, and some of him began to not understand. Taixujian sighed and said, "Forget it. When you are strong enough, all the puzzles will be solved naturally. You only need to remember one thing, you must go to the virtual space when you reach the God Realm!"

It seems that he did it deliberately, especially when he said the four words "virtual space", he spoke them out word by word in a sonorous and powerful voice. Obviously, this place is extremely important.

But Ling Fan heard it as a last word, of course he kept it in mind, he knew that everything Taixujian said at this time seemed to be extremely important.

"Let me out!"

At this moment, another pleasant female voice came from the Taixu Sword. The Taixu Sword Spirit said impatiently, "Little guy, stay in there. I will give you freedom later!"

"Sword Spirit... Who is in here...?"

"The current sword spirit of the Taixu Sword!"

A sword actually has two sword spirits?

Even Ling Fan had never heard that a sword could accommodate two sword spirits. The Taixu Sword looked at him as if he was a fool and said, "You have no knowledge. When you reach the God Realm, you will know what the real vision is. There are two planes above the God Realm. You still have a long way to go."

Ling Fan didn't think so. After listening to the words of the Taixu Sword, he seemed to have opened a skylight in his heart, and the world in his heart seemed to be more vast.

Suddenly, Ling Fan looked up abruptly. The blue sky suddenly turned dark, and a pair of huge dark golden eyes appeared in the air. The Taixu Sword waved his hand hurriedly, and Ling Fan's figure disappeared transparently on the spot.

The eyes suddenly opened, staring at the Taixu Sword below. Ling Fan only looked up and suddenly felt a stinging pain in his eyes that he couldn't open them, as if something had pierced his eyes. His eyes were bleeding. He lowered his head in horror.

The Taixu Sword said in a voice transmission, "Don't look up! If this old guy finds you, it will be a problem to keep you, not to mention when I was in my best period! Not to mention my current state."

The person who can make Taixu Sword so evaluated and cautious is naturally not an ordinary person. The voice of a middle-aged man came from the sky, "I didn't expect it! Taixu Sword! You are hiding in the Yuanling Continent. No wonder I couldn't find your trace after searching the three realms!"