Two long months!

Bing Chen was lying on his back on the white jade formation platform with a depressed look on his face, which made Yun Yao and Qi Yao feel heartbroken.

"I've been squeezed dry, I've been squeezed dry. Wife Yao'er, wife Yaoyao, wife Mu'er, husband, I've been squeezed dry." Bingchen said with a sickly look.

Yunyao and Qi Yao held Bingchen's left and right hands, instilling strength into his body. Bingmu lifted Bingchen up and let him lean on him, secretly using Bingpo Su Xinjue to smooth out the chaos in his body.

the breath.

After nearly half a day, Bing Chen reluctantly left those three soft embraces.

Looking at the twelve heavenly swords suspended in the center of the hall, Bing Chen grinned.

"It's worth it, it's worth it! It's worth it that I was squeezed dry several times before I could get you out, it's worth it!" Bing Chen said with a smile.

Twelve heaven-level long swords, half of which are middle-grade and low-grade. But even if they are low-grade, the fierce aura they exude is no weaker than ordinary high-grade heaven-grade swords. Even those six mid-grade swords, Bing Chen can tell

, if fully activated, its power can be compared to a Taoist magic weapon!

Creak!

At this moment, the door of the Bronze Palace opened, and two figures appeared at the door, it was Bingxian and Bingfu.

"You've come just in time, Aunt Xian, I'll give you this sword, it's just out of the furnace." Bing Chen said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bingchen waved his hand, and one of the middle-grade heaven-level swords flew towards Bingxian.

Bingxian was stunned for a moment, but it was not because of the sword, but because of Bingchen's change of title to her.

However, it only took a moment for Bingxian to figure out what was going on. Then he pursed his lips and smiled. Without further delay, he bowed to Bingchen and held the sword in his hand.

"Hehe, from now on, Aunt Xian will be the first guest elder of our Yaoling Sect. If I have time some other time, I will ask Yue Yao to prepare a banquet and have a nice celebration." Bing Chen said with a smile.

Bingxian glared at Bingchen, with a special smile on his lips.

Gudong!

A sound of swallowing was heard, causing several people to look at the ice float.

With his eyes fixed on one of the remaining eleven heaven-level swords, Bingfu's throat kept squirming.

Following his gaze, Bingchen's face suddenly became a little unhappy.

"Don't think about that sword, it's for my mother." Bing Chen said coldly.

Bingfu came back to his senses with a look of sarcasm, but also a sense of grievance.

"I have sacrificed my life and blood for you. Why the hell are you pushing me aside now when you are sharing the benefits? Are you still a human being?" Bingfu said unhappily.

Glancing at the sword of that order in Bingxian's hand, Bingfu became increasingly unwilling.

"You beast, you are a pervert! You value sex over merit... and when you see a beautiful woman, you use all kinds of despicable means to conquer her. I despise you!" Bingfu cursed in his heart.

Zheng!

The sword screamed, and just when Bingfu's emotions were rising, a long sword flew in front of him.

Taking a closer look, he saw a high-grade Xuan-level ice-type sword.

"Although this sword is not a heaven-level sword, it is generally no match for a mid-level heaven-level magic weapon. And I don't think you need to tell me the secret of it. Use your own strength and blood and temperature to nourish it, and merge it with the human sword. In the future,

If the opportunity is right, it is not impossible to transform to the heavenly realm." Bing Chen said.

Even though Bing Chen said this, Bing Fu still felt a little unhappy.

"snort!"

Seeing that something was wrong with Bing Fu's expression, Bing Mu snorted displeasedly.

Seeing this, Bing Fu quickly hid his emotions for fear of being noticed by Bing Mu again. At the same time, he cupped his fists and bowed to Bing Chen: "Thank you, Master, for the reward."

Bing Chen smiled coldly and then said: "I have called you here because I have something for you to do. Bing Fu, I will send you into the altar first, and you can try to collect the five heaven-level swords."

When Bingfu heard this, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately said: "Young Master, you must not..."

"Um?"

As soon as Bingfu opened his mouth, a cold light flashed in Bingchen's eyes.

Seeing this, Bingfu gritted his teeth, fell to his knees, and said with an ugly expression: "Goodbye, young master, I can't handle that sword intent."

The sword intent inside the altar was so powerful that Bing Fu had seen it with his own eyes.

The four Dao Tribulation Realm monks of the Jianling Sect who were imprisoned by Bingchen were almost cut into pieces by those swords. If Bingchen hadn't brought those four people out in time, those four people would have been killed more than two months ago.

There are no bones left.

"snort!"

Bingchen snorted coldly and said with a displeased look on his face: "You are greedy for life and afraid of death. What do I need from you?"

Bingfu's expression changed again! He clearly saw a hint of murderous intent in Bingchen's eyes.

Feeling annoyed and aggrieved, Bingfu quickly looked at Bingmu with a pitiful look, hoping that his sect leader would make the decision for him.

However, the next moment, Bingfu's face became even more ugly.

However, after looking at him with an indifferent look, Bing Mou chose to ignore his pleading gaze.

"Adulterer and adulterer!"

Bingfu cursed in his heart, and at the same time he was extremely scared.

"Made, this kid is deliberately trying to kill me. How did I offend him?" Bingfu cursed in his heart.

"There is not much sword energy left in the altar. You can completely resist it. If you really don't want to, I won't force you. Just let others go." Bing Chen said.

Hearing this, Bingfu suddenly looked at Bingchen, with a hint of excitement on his face.

However, Bingfu was only happy for less than two seconds when he heard Bingchen say: "From now on, you have lost the qualification to follow me. I won't embarrass you and will just hand you over to Mou'er.

"

Bingfu's expression froze for a moment, but then it turned into a look of bitter melon.

"You are so shameless, you bastard!" Bingfu cursed in his heart.

If you hand yourself over to Bing Mou, you might as well kill yourself directly.

He knew too much about this adulterer and adulterer. If he handed himself over to Bing Mou, she would definitely make his life worse than death. Bing Mou was so terrifying that he had already stayed in the Bingpo Sect for two to three hundred years.

He can explore her more clearly than he can kiss his own wife.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Bing Fu. Bingfu hesitated for a moment, then said with an ugly face: "Goodbye, Master. I have sworn to follow you to the death. You can't do without me. I didn't say that I couldn't go."

Ah, I believe that the young master will not refuse to save me until I die, as long as the young master saves me when I can't hold on anymore..."

"Noisy!"

Before Bing Fu could finish his words, he suddenly felt the world spinning. When he came to his senses again, he was already within the light barrier of the altar.

Bingfu immediately had a look of shock on his face, and quickly used his true energy to wrap himself up layer by layer. But then, he discovered that there was almost no sword intention around him.

Feeling happy in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Kunyu Zhu fiercely. Bingfu cursed Bingchen and Bingmu to his eighteenth generation ancestors.

"Old man." Bingchen scolded unhappily.

Bing Mou pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "Husband, there is no need to get angry with him. That's just the way he is. The more rude others are to him, the more obedient he will be."

Hearing this, Bingchen smiled coldly and said, "You're a bitch."

Then Bingchen grabbed Bingmu Jade's hand, changed his unhappy look, and said affectionately: "Mou'er, does your Bingpo Sect have any Dao Tribulation Realm that is more obedient? You can give me a few more."

Hearing this, Bing Miao gave Bing Chen a blank look.

"You have a good idea. You kidnapped two of my Dao Tribulation Realm powerhouses, and you still want to attack my Ice Soul Sect. There's no way." Bing Mu said angrily.

Bing Chen chuckled, showing a bit of pride and said: "Two? Why do I remember three?"

Bing Miao gave Bing Chen an angry look.

...

Looking at the six swords suspended in the center of the altar, Bingfu couldn't help but salivate.

"Tao-level magic weapon!"

"If I get this sword, how can I be afraid of her ice eyes? I will definitely trample her under my feet and ravage her severely." Bingfu shouted in his heart.

Step by step, I walked towards the center of the altar, looking extremely cautious as I floated on the ice.

The true essence was wrapped in seven or eight layers outside the body, and it was also covered with two defensive magic weapons.

"This old guy!"

Seeing Bing Fu like this, Bing Chen couldn't help but sneered again. This reminded him of the time when he surrendered Bing Fu and everyone surrounded him, he used defensive magic weapons to wrap himself into a ball.

Suddenly, Bingfu stopped and a solemn look appeared on his face.

"What's going on?" Bingchen asked via voice transmission.

"Back to you, sir, I feel that there is a force stopping me from moving forward," Bingfu said.

Bingchen frowned and then asked: "Can't you walk anymore?"
To be continued...