"I helped Yumeng Hall to become a force of the Sword Clan. Yuhua is my true brother."

"And you are also my brother."

Staring at Sikong Jing, Yu Xianpo actually said that Sikong Jing was also his brother.

"Gulu..."

Yu Xianpo's sudden emotional outburst made Emperor Yuhua and all the people in the Yumeng Hall swallow their saliva secretly.

Once again, it was unexpected that Yu Xianpo was from the Yu Clan and also the Sword Clan.

When he came here, Emperor Yuhua fantasized that it would be great if he could meet the Sword Clan, or even learn some information about the Sword Clan, which would be a very good result.

In this way, perhaps we can find a powerful backer that the entire elves will be afraid of.

Unexpectedly, I really encountered it.

But now he was even more panicked, because it was impossible for Emperor Yuhua to give the other party what he wanted.

It is the Sword Corpse Cave, it is the secret of the men and women of the Sword Clan, how can it be given away just like that?

more importantly……

Yu Xianpo still has the outer layer of the Yu Clan, and it is hard to figure out whether the other party is good or evil, and what his personality is.

The fear is that Yu Xianpo will directly take away the secrets of the men and women of the Sword Clan, and then ignore the life and death of the Yumeng Palace.

In the vast world of Hanyu, it is very common to cross a river and then destroy the bridge.

At this time, Sikong Jing said lightly: "Senior, the sword clan of my Yumeng Hall can give it to you, no problem."

He is much calmer than Emperor Yuhua, who has been fighting all the way.

The worst is long over.

When Yu Xianpo's eyes lit up wildly, Sikong Jing suddenly took out a blank jade scroll, quickly carved the first eight chapters of Jianmie into it, and handed it over without hesitation...

"This is the sword clan's cultivation method of our Feather Alliance Hall."

Yu Xianpo didn't seem to expect that Sikong Jing agreed so readily, and he quickly took the Green Jade Scroll.

However, when he lightly glanced at the spiritual scroll, his eyes suddenly focused, and he slowly raised his head: "This is the sword art of the legendary Emperor Jianmie, but this is just an ordinary sword clan training method."

What this means, of course, is this: In the first eight chapters of the Sword of Destruction, there is nothing that guarantees that one can survive the sword's refining in the Extreme Prison without dying.

In response, Sikong Jing nodded gently: "This is the foundation of the sword clan of our Yumeng Hall. The inheritance of Emperor Jianmie comes from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, and I also come from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm."

Yu Xianpo already knew this; Ling Long and others had already mentioned it at the banquet just now.

"The real method that allowed Emperor Yuhua, Senior Brother Zhanyou and others to enter the Sword Clan and remain immortal also came from the Spirit Seal Realm."

"Please, Senior Yuxianpo, feel it for yourself."

After he finished speaking, Sikong Jing suddenly used the evil spirit in his skull to simulate the battlefield of Emperor Burial, and enveloped Yu Xianpo.

All of a sudden, Yu Xianpo's whole body shook violently and he was immediately surrounded by evil spirits.

He stood there in a daze, then his whole body began to tremble violently and he suddenly lost consciousness.

Take advantage of the moment when the prison is broken and loses its mind...

Sikong Jing quickly looked at Su Yuexi next to him. The latter understood what he meant and immediately took out a small amount of evil spirits from the evil energy space of Zi Ye Xuan Yu and attached them to a few bamboo sticks.

Bamboo sticks...

It was exactly the same bamboo stick that contained the evil spirits found in the giant tomb of Jianmie.

After finishing it, Su Yuexi immediately handed the bamboo stick secretly to Sikong Jing.

It was at this time that Yu Xianpo suddenly came back to his senses, and Sikong Jing also collected the evolution of the Emperor Burial Battlefield.

The former murmured, "What kind of battlefield illusion is this? Why is it so terrifying?"

Gulu...

At this time, Emperor Yuhua didn't know what Sikong Jing was doing. He swallowed secretly again. He knew that Sikong Jing would never betray the secrets of the men and women of the Sword Clan. It seemed that he was fooling Yu Xianpo.

But, can you fool people?

Sikong Jing looked back and saw that the prison had been broken first, and immediately replied: "This is the illusion of the battlefield of the Buried Emperor's Tomb. What you just felt was the battlefield simulated by the evil spirits of the Buried Emperor's Tomb."

"The so-called evil spirit is a terrifying existence generated from the battlefield of the Buried Emperor."

Next, Sikong Jing talked about the terrifying properties of the Yin Ling evil energy, etc., which meant that any weak person who touched it would die, and even an emperor would be killed by the Yin Ling evil energy if he touched it, unless he was a top-level emperor.

Finally, Sikong Jing explained...

"If we want more people to join the Sword Clan and attain immortality, we must have a small amount of Yin spirit evil energy."

"We must use the Yin Spirit Evil Qi to evolve the battlefield and hone our skills in the Extreme Prison Stage. However, the Yin Spirit Evil Qi is in the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm. We brought some with us when we came here, but almost all of it was confiscated by the Spirit Clan."

"Emperor Yuhua, Emperor Jinghang and others were all present at the scene at the time."

"Now, there are still a few evil bamboo sticks left in my hand that have not been taken away..."

Having said that, Sikong Jing took out the few bamboo sticks that Su Yuexi had just secretly handed to him.

This scene made Emperor Yuhua stunned again.

Why do you have something evil in your hand?

Back when we were in the Yujian Mountains, Lingzhe had clearly checked it out in a bulldozer-like manner.

At this time, Emperor Yuhua certainly wouldn't ask any random questions. He just stared at Sikong Jing with his mouth twitching. This kid is really good at hiding things.

Yu Poxian quickly took the bamboo stick and immediately felt the evil spirit inside it.

The amount of evil spirits and negative energy in the bamboo sticks is very small, so of course it can't hurt Yu Xian.

Even so, Yu Xianpo felt cold all over his body, and his dark face turned pale...

The hand holding the bamboo stick was also trembling slightly.

Slowly he came back to his senses, and Yu Xianpo stared at Sikong Jing again: "Logically speaking, you shouldn't be able to block and control the evil spirits, how did you do it?"

Of course it’s because of the Jiuxiao Sword Dao.

But Sikong Jing would not tell anyone about the Nine Heavens Sword Dao, but replied: "When I was in the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm, I received the inheritance of the Sword Destroyer Emperor. I saw the illusion when the Sword Destroyer Emperor stepped into the battlefield of Yin Ling Xie Qi and comprehended the Burial Emperor Sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jing's sword intent changed violently again, and immediately transformed into the aura of the Burial Emperor Sword.

For a moment, Yu Xianpo was stunned again. While feeling the evil spirits on a few bamboo sticks, he also felt the Emperor Burial Sword on Sikong Jing's body. Of course, he could sense that the two were of the same origin.

In other words, the Emperor Burial Sword was inspired by the evil spirits.

When Sikong Jing's Emperor Burial Sword's aura was recovered, Yu Xianpo fell silent, and fell into deep thought.

Slowly, Yu Xianpo began to laugh again...

"If I want more people to survive the sword-refining hell, I need evil spirits and even your Burial Emperor Sword to evolve the Burial Emperor Battlefield... Without you, it will be impossible to succeed."

"As for the Emperor Burial Spirit Seal Realm, I dare not and cannot go there."

"So what I want is you and these Yinling bamboo sticks. If I don't help you save the Yumeng Hall, you will definitely not help me. You would rather die than give me your Burial Emperor Sword inheritance, right?"

Following Yuxianpo's words, Emperor Yuhua and the others' eyes bulged slightly.

Finally I understood what Sikong Jing was doing: he was putting himself in the game, forcing the prison to break first, in order to save the Yumeng Hall.

At the same time, he used a few evil bamboo sticks to cover up the secrets of the men and women of the Sword Clan.

Sikong Jing remained calm and nodded: "Yes, what you want to get is me, Sikong Jing."