"This is... the will of the monk." Youming looked at him in shock, and a bitter smile appeared on his face after a moment.

This guy really understood the will of a monk so quickly, and he was much faster and stronger than she thought.

This may have something to do with his personality.

When did he surrender from the beginning of his entry into the path of cultivation?

Since he came to this immortal sect with him, he has always suppressed his momentum because he is afraid of causing trouble. This momentum has always been in his heart, and is still bullied by a sword intent. No wonder he can exude such a strong will.

Ye Xiong's momentum reached an unimaginable point at this moment, holding the Blood-Drinking Sword in his hand, moving forward like a God of War.

"So my will is a breakthrough." Ye Xiong had an instant epiphany.

Break through all rules.

Break through all fears.

Break through all obstacles.

This is an unwavering momentum. Whoever dares to stop it is only a dead end.

kill!

Ye Xiong roared.

A surging red sword light slashed directly on the sword intent.

The sword intent roared with a buzzing sound, turning into light and dissipating into the void.

The entire cave returned to normal. Apart from the figure in the middle, there was the broken sword intent that left upwards and was informed in the void.

"The formation was broken..."

Looking at Ye Xiong's figure, Youming felt speechless.

Just now, she thought that he could not break the sword intent and wanted to go back and study the sword intent slowly. Who knew that the next moment, he would break the sword intent.

Moreover, he did not transform, nor did he use ice and fire, and he broke the sword intent with his own will.

This guy is really shocking.

...

Outside the gate of the Changsheng Sect, many people were alarmed by a shocking roar.

They looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a broken light rising up in the air in the Tiandao Pavilion and gradually dispersed.

"This is the broken sword intent... Has the sword in Tiandao Pavilion been broken?" Some disciples said in shock.

"The broken light is likely to be the broken sword intent."

"Let's go and see who has broken through the sword formation."

A group of people rushed over and flew towards the cave.

The one running in the front was Zhuo Wushuang who had just failed to break through the formation.

Immediately afterwards, Jian Wuhen and Luo Chongyang were behind, and there were a group of disciples behind him.

Zhuo Wushuang was feeling at this moment, and she was filled with mixed emotions.

He spent twelve years studying this sword intent, but he still failed to break through. Now that someone has broken through, how could he not be excited?

In a moment, he came to the cave.

Sure enough, the sword intent in the middle was gone, and there was a man and a woman standing there.

"Where is the person?" Zhuo Wushuang stepped forward and asked anxiously.

"Who?" Ye Xiong asked.

"Who is the person who broke the sword formation, where is he?"

Ye Xiong pointed at himself: "You are blind, haven't you seen someone as big as me standing here?"

"You?" Zhuo Wushuang glanced at him and said, "Stop making fun of him, let him come out quickly, I want to see who he is? He actually broke the sword intent that I can't even break."

He was a peak Jindan monk who worked hard for twelve years but could not break the sword intent. He broke the Jindan in the late stage, and he believed that he was devilish.

"Did you believe this when you see it?" Ye Xiong shook a black key in his hand.

"This is... the key to Tiandao Pavilion, how could it be in your hands?" Zhuo Wushuang asked in shock.

"This key is pressed under the sword intent. If the sword intent was not destroyed by me, how could this key be in my hands?"

"How is this possible?" Zhuo Wushuang didn't believe it even if he was killed, and said anxiously: "I don't believe it. Unless you beat me, I would never believe that you could break through the sword formation."

After Zhuo Wushuang finished speaking, he pointed a silver spear in his hand and was about to attack Ye Xiong.

"I won't fight with you." Ye Xiong said.

Zhuo Wushuang was so excited that he lost his mind. Regardless of whether Ye Xiong wanted to do so, the spear in his hand was shot straight towards him with a beam of laser-like light.

"Wait a minute." Ye Xiong dodged and shouted.

He threw the key directly over and said, "This is the key to open the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, you can try it."

Zhuo Wushuang reached out and wanted to grab the key in his hand, but he didn't know that his hand was about to grab the key. The key suddenly left his hand, returned to Ye Xiong's side, and hid it in the pocket of his clothes.

"This is the spiritual key." Zhuo Wushuang was shocked.

"It's good to know it's a spiritual key. I don't need to explain so much. Now you should believe it!" Ye Xiong said with a smile.

The so-called spiritual key is a conscious key that can recognize the master, and no one can follow except the master.

Now that this key is mainly chosen by Ye Xiong, it means everything, and the sword formation was broken by Ye Xiong.

Zhuo Wushuang's face suddenly became ugly and he said unwillingly: "How did you do it?"

Ye Xiong pointed to his brain: "With this, not everything is solved by force, intelligence is very important."

Zhuo Wushuang believed it because he didn't believe it. He must have thought of something if the other party could pass through the sword formation with his own strength.

At this moment, Jian Wuhen and Luo Chongyang also came. Seeing Ye Xiong holding the key to the Heavenly Dao Pavilion in his hand, both of them were very surprised.

"How did you break this sword formation?" Jian Wuhen couldn't help asking.

"What do you do? Are you going to go through the back door and not let me enter the Tiandao Pavilion? Unfortunately, there is not a single person in the Tiandao Pavilion. Whoever gets the key is the head of the Tiandao Pavilion. This is the rule set by the ancestors of the Changsheng Sect. If you want to drive me away, you must have the head of the Changsheng Sect speak. Why, can you even leave the back door of the Chief Palm?" Ye Xiong laughed.

The head of the Pavilion is directly under the jurisdiction of the head of the sect. Ye Xiong's current identity is already the head of the Tiandao Pavilion. In other words, he has the same status as Jian Wuhen's father Jian Nanshan, and even Jian Nanshan is not qualified to drive him away.

"Without my consent, no one can enter the Eternal Sect. Don't think that you can be arrogant by breaking the sword formation. I can't be the Lord of the Pavilion for a long time." Jian Wuhen shouted.

"What a big tone. Without your consent, no one wants to join the Eternal Sect. It seems that I, the eldest leader of the Eternal Sect, will give it to you."

An old voice came, and there was a strong anger in the sound.

A white-haired old man walked in, followed by five old men who were all fifty outside, four men and one woman.

The person who came was Nangong Han, the leader of the Changsheng Sect, and the head of the Wu Pavilion.

Jiannanshan, the owner of Jiange Pavilion.

The head of the Shentong Pavilion is ancient cypress.

The owner of Fenglei Pavilion, Jiang Zhiwei.

The Lord of Jueqing Pavilion, Yu Fengxian.

The Lord of Lingxiao Pavilion, Jiang Yanzi.

Jian Wuhen turned around and his face instantly became very ugly.

"The unrestrained son, speak wildly, betray me, kneel down."
Chapter completed!