I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 238 Sword Pill
The man didn't even dare to say anything. After the two signed a spiritual contract at the Qiangyu Holy Land, the man finally told Song Boyu the details.

The man's name is Shi Xiang. He was originally a warrior and the slave and experimental subject of an evil cultivator. However, he was very lucky. The evil cultivator himself collapsed into a monster and disappeared without a trace. All the treasures in the cave he left behind became Shi Xiang's. Due to his poor family background, he became a stranger and lived at the bottom of Lingxufang City.

Shi Xiang was transformed and refined by the evil revisionists. Although he had the strength similar to that of a spirit-guiding monk, his lifespan was short.

No one wants to die, including Shi Xiang. In order to prolong his life, he sold everything he could and ventured into the monks' mausoleum, only to sell some ancient objects for money.

Song Boyu was noncommittal about his story, chatting one after another, seemingly very relaxed, but Yang Shen always used his divine jade black-yellow eyes to spy on the surroundings, and he could control everything within a radius of a mile.

The two walked in the Lingxu for a long time. Shi Xiang used a magic weapon to activate a secret realm and bowed to Song Boyu: "Old man, this is it. I brought you here. According to the spiritual contract, you should give me the rest. Sixty talisman gold."

The short and thin old man transformed by Song Boyu still smiled and looked inscrutable: "Don't worry, you come in with me. If there are no 'surprises', I will definitely give you all the remaining talismans."

"We, we signed the spiritual contract, I really don't want to go anymore, it's too scary, ah..." Before Shi Xiang could finish speaking, his body was sealed by Song Boyu's innate Yuan Qi, and he was lifted into the secret realm together.

The space here is very unstable, with rocks piercing the sky, turbulent waves crashing on the shore, and red blood overflowing. It looks like some kind of dangerous place.

Song Boyu was not polite and directly drove Shi Xiang forward. As expected, he found a lot of strange weapons and souls, as well as scattered rusty spirit soldiers. Most of them had lost their spirit, but he could feel that there were still a lot of strange things here. Some lasting fighting spirit with swords, guns, swords and halberds!It seemed to be telling him a tragic and tragic past, forming a wonderful war song.

"Save me, save me. I told you that this place is very dangerous. You came here yourself. If you kill me now, the spiritual contract will backfire, and the strong pillar stone god will punish you!" Shi Xiang was extremely afraid. He kept begging for mercy and wanted to escape from here immediately.

Song Boyu sighed and waved a purple thunder sword energy to sweep away the nearby monsters: "You did not lie to me, but I can't let you leave just yet. Let me think about how to arrange you."

After saying that, the murderous sword energy showed a little bit of artistic conception, which scared the man unconscious. Song Boyu carried him back quickly and left the secret realm directly.

"It should be the fragments of an ancient battlefield, but I don't know what kind of war can actually break the space into independent parts? But that secret realm is at the end of the war, and it is estimated that it will completely collapse in a few years. I came at the right time. it's time to."

Song Boyu was thinking about it as he ran forward. At this moment, the spirit bond pattern appeared and turned into an eye, seeming to be examining him. Song Boyu found a hill and arranged a simple barrier pattern to remove the unconscious stone. Xiang placed it here, threw down sixty talisman gold and left, then bowed to the Dao pattern eyes formed by the spiritual contract: "The power of the pillar stone is unparalleled, it should be able to see that I have fulfilled the contract. Everything I do is just to prevent the news from leaking. .”

The tattooed eye examined it for a long time before slowly dissipating, and the power of the spiritual bond surrounding Song Boyu's merits also dissipated.

Song Boyu hurried along and soon arrived at the secret realm of fragments of the ancient battlefield.

His brows bulged slightly, and his divine jade black-yellow eyes were exposed. He consumed several rays of merit black-yellow energy, scanned the fragments of the entire ancient battlefield, and found hundreds of fragmented ancient spiritual weapons that contained the fighting spirit of soldiers. Among them, those with sword intent There are thirty or forty places.

Such unscrupulous observation naturally attracted the attention of the soldiers and monsters here, and eight extremely ferocious malice emerged, quickly approaching Song Boyu.

The other soldiers and monsters also rushed forward, and instantly the evil monsters were like clouds, threatening to drown Song Boyu.

Song Boyu was not afraid at all, but instead roared: "Well done, the eight heads are equivalent to the second realm of visualizing strange objects, and are the best whetstones!"

Song Boyu directly transformed into his real body, his whole body was surrounded by the sword energy of the breeze, and he was as fast as a startling giant, faster than these military monsters.

With the advantage of speed, Song Boyu took the lead and rushed towards a deformed and corrupted sword and shield villain. With his lips slightly opened, the three sword energies of platinum, murderous intent and purple thunder immediately mixed together and turned into sword pills and shot them out. He spit out 36 pills in one breath. Killing the Thunder Gold Third-Rate Sword Pill smashed all the treacherous shields and evil spirits into sieves, with murderous intent and purple thunder sputtering.

This scene is like a medieval cavalry charging a Gatling gun, almost a change across the ages.

Song Boyu spat out sword pills and spun around rapidly, instantly erupting into a terrifying storm of sword pills. None of the eight monsters were any match for them, and they roared and dissipated into black smoke.

Song Boyu stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back, with himself as the center of the ball. Within a radius of one mile that was controllable by his spiritual consciousness, the sword pills transformed by the sword energy criss-crossed into a terrifying sword net, frantically consuming the Yin Yuan Qi in his body.

After the culprit was eliminated, the followers could not let go. Song Boyu was as fast as a flying rainbow, moving quickly with the sword net, as if moving a natural disaster, sweeping away all the weird things in this ancient battlefield with the force of plowing the court and sweeping holes.

"Haha, it's fun! The sword energy behind the Immortal Sword Dao Yun Yun is indeed extraordinary. The sword pill chaining method in the "Chongli Sword Classic" is indeed exquisite. Coupled with my strong foundation of more than 9 strands of innate Yuan Qi, it is simply The most suitable method for group fighting.

The only drawback of this sword-and-ball combo and sword-net tactics is that it consumes an astonishing amount of energy. In a quarter of an hour, I consumed more than 3 strands of Yin Yuanqi.

I still need to continue to improve this strategy and try to reduce the consumption of Yuan Qi, otherwise it will still be difficult to survive the crazy battle dream. "

As Song Boyu spoke, he collected the swords, guns, swords, halberds, spears and other weapons that contained the fighting spirit into the mustard bracelet like picking wild flowers on the mountain, and stored the broken swords that contained the sword spirit separately.

According to the "Chongli Sword Sutra", these are important consumables for building the wonders of the sword, so there is nothing wrong with depositing them in advance for approval.

After searching this small secret area of ​​the ancient battlefield, Song Boyu left directly and returned to his home.

Some time after he left, Shi Xiang, who was sealed in the barrier, woke up, used his magic weapon to destroy the barrier, and left carefully.

Soon, rumors about the strange smiling tiger old man began to spread in the city.

Song Boyu, who returned home, didn't know, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He had killed hundreds of evil cultivators, and the painted-skin demon mirror could have been replaced with brand-new human skins long ago.

Quietly returning to the manor, Song Boyu saw the bright lights in the hall. He thought it was his sister waiting for him, but when he looked closer, he saw not only Zhou Xiuniang, but also Lu Qiuming, blindfolded in white clothes, and Wu Yan, a thin, white-haired childlike face.

Xiuniang was holding Lu Qiuming's hand, talking to the two of them, smiling sweetly.

"Grandpa, A Ming, why are you here together?" Song Boyu walked into the hall and asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)