After saying this, the vast mist in front of Xu Yang's eyes suddenly rotated rapidly, rotating and solidifying, quickly forming the image of a white and fat child.

"Who are you?" Xu Yang asked with a frown. He did not realize anything special about this little boy. However, it is precisely because of this that Xu Yang dared not underestimate him.

It is impossible for a child who can appear quietly in the illusion of Taixu.

"Me?" The little boy's fat little hand raised, pressed against his chin, thought for a while, and then said, "I am me...who are you?"

Tian Wuhua smiled slightly and said, "Little brother, it's wrong to be fooled. This brother asked you first, you should answer him before asking questions."

The little boy put his arms on his hips and said with confidence: "This is my home. You are the guests who broke into my home. Of course I have the right to ask first... Tell me, who are you?"

Xu Yang was slightly stunned. The boy looked only three or four years old, but he showed clear thinking ability in his words.

"Especially you always give me a very familiar feeling. Tell me, where did you come from?" the boy pointed to Xu Yang's nose and said.

Xu Yang's mind flashed with inspiration, and he pointed at the little boy suddenly and said, "I have guessed who you are... You are the mirror spirit of Taixu Mirror! Is it right?"

The boy scratched his head and said silly: "Yes, how did you know?"

Xu Yang smiled and said, "You said that this is your home. You can regard the holy artifacts of the Heavenly Clan as a family existence... it must be the Taixu Mirror Spirit."

The little boy nodded: "You are very smart. But you haven't told me yet, who are you? Why do I have a very familiar sense from you?"

Tian Wuhua glanced at Xu Yang and suddenly realized: "Taixu Mirror. The person in front of him is your master! You are the holy weapon he forged. Of course it is normal to have this familiar feeling!"

The boy was stunned, took a big step back, and looked at Xu Yang carefully: "Master?" He circled Xu Yang and slowly began to circle around him.

"No... it's completely wrong!" The boy muttered while turning around. Finally, he jumped to Xu Yang, "Although your breath is somewhat similar to the master, it is still very different. Besides, the master has been sitting there a long time ago, and you can't be my master."

Tian Wuhua said: "Of course he is your master, but he is just the reincarnation of your master! He has not yet awakened the memories of his previous life, so it is normal for him to have some differences in his soul breath."

"Oh..." the little boy murmured, "This explanation is reasonable. No wonder you can do it with the Eight Scenery of Xuantian."

Xu Yang moved slightly: "When you were using the power of Taixu Killing Challenge, you realized that I had practiced the Eight Scenery of Xuantian, so you appeared and met me?"

The little boy nodded: "Yes... I originally thought that you were the master's disciple. Now this woman said that you are the reincarnation of the master. No matter what, you should have some close connection with the master."

"Then you can let us go?" Xu Yang asked.

"Well, yes. Although you are not sure of your true identity now, it is not ruled out that you are the reincarnation of your master." Taixu Mirror Spirit waved his hand and said.

"Taixu Mirror. Aren't you going with us?" Tian Wuhua suddenly said, "The Tian clan is now completely decayed. They have defected to the Changqing Tianxian Realm and even colluded with the wild tribes. The Tianxuan Star, which God Xuantian spent his whole life to protect, is already a candle in the wind, and may be extinct at any time! Follow us and use your power to stop all this."

Taixu Mirror Spirit scratched his head with some embarrassment: "Let me say that, I really want to leave the Heavenly Clan with you... However, the people of the Heavenly Clan have the origin mark left by my master, and I cannot resist this kind of manipulation."

"The Origin Seal?" Xu Yang's eyes lit up. "Did you say that as long as you take over the Origin Seal, you will be able to escape from the Heavenly Clan?"

"Yes," said Taixu Mirror Spirit, "Even if you destroy the Origin Mark, I can still be free."

"Now, where is the original mark? Is it in the hands of Tianyu Zhenren?" Xu Yang asked.

"What Tianyu holds is just a temporary mark. The real origin mark is in the hands of Tianqiong, the saint ancestor of the Heavenly Clan," Taixu Mirror Spirit looked at Xu Yang and said, "You can't beat the Saint of Tianqiong now, so forget it."

Xu Yang smiled slightly. Of course, he would not immediately find trouble for the Saint of Heaven. Although he is now more diligent, there is still a huge level gap between him and a saint like Tianqiong. However, Xu Yang is very confident. With his potential and progress speed, he will definitely defeat Tianqiong one day.

"There is another thing. At present, the Lord of the Heavenly Clan, Zhenren Tianyu, is conspiring with the Lord of the Yellow Clan. I need to follow them secretly. Do you have the ability to release the two of us without disturbing Tianyu?" Xu Yang asked.

Taixu Mirror Spirit thought for a while and said, "It may be difficult not to be alarmed at all. However, I can create the fog of Taixu, wrap you up, and then send it to an area thousands of miles away from the sky. The rest depends on you."

The image of Taixu Mirror Spirit is a three-year-old boy, but he speaks in an orderly manner and thinks clearly as if he is an adult. This contrast makes Xu Yang and Tian Wuhua feel quite funny.

Tian Wuhua said: "We two will fight against Tianyu again. At that time, what should he do if he continues to use the Taixu Mirror to deal with us? Is there any way you can resist Tianyu's control?"

Taixu Mirror Spirit waved his hand and said, "Tianyu is just a temporary mark, and his authority is not high. When fighting with you, if he tries to urge me, I can do nothing to help."

Xu Yang understood that if it was the Taixu Mirror controlled by the Saint of Heaven, the Taixu Mirror Spirit would not have been able to help each other, let alone have this authority to release Xu Yang.

"Okay, then I'll send me away. We'll meet again soon." Xu Yang said to Taixu Jingling, and at the same time opened up the small world and placed Tianwuhua in it.

Taixu Jingling's fat little hand waved, and the vast mist around him rushed in, slowly wrapping Xu Yang's body. In the void, a portal opened. Xu Yang stepped out and stepped into this portal.

At the same time, the Lord of the Heavenly Clan, who was slowly flying in the void, suddenly frowned and stopped. He took out the Taixu Mirror from his arms, and saw the halo on it flowing, and immediately returned to its original dull color.

"Fellow Daoist Tianyu, what's wrong? Why stop?" asked the real person Huangshan.

"It's nothing, I'm thinking too much." Tianyu Zhenren put away the Taixu Mirror. "After going through hardships, we finally arrived at the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb, and for this, we also paid the lives of the two elders, Tianxinzheng and Huang He. However, as long as we can complete the mission of the Immortal Envoy, their sacrifice is worth it."

The Master Huangshan coughed and showed a hint of embarrassment on his face. At the entrance of the Sword Tomb to the seventh floor, two seven-tribulation World Honored Ones were able to snatch the enemy from the seventh floor. Of course, the two seven-tribulation World Honored Ones led the enemy away not because of their courage to sacrifice their lives, but because they were deceived by Tianyu Zhenren, and thus became cannon fodder.

Now there was no discomfort or embarrassment between Tianyu's words. This made Huangshan Zhenren secretly surprised, and he was more cautious about Tianyu's Zhenren.

***

The scenery in front of him changed rapidly, and soon Xu Yang returned to the ancient sword tomb.

"Well? The external environment seems to be very different from the sixth floor of the Sword Tomb?"

Xu Yang looked around and saw that he was now in a huge spherical space with a radius of thousands of miles. The inner wall of this spherical space is filled with countless sword weapons. Each sword weapon is at the lowest level of the heavenly level mysterious weapon, and there are many treasure-level existences! Unfortunately, most sword weapons are incomplete.

"This should be the seventh floor of the Sword Tomb." Xu Yang is now under the cover of the fog of Taixu, and his breath is not noticed. After careful observation, he soon found two figures flying slowly three hundred miles south.

Judging from the powerful aura emitted from the two figures, they should be Huangshan and Tianyu’s two Eight Tribulation World Honored Ones. For some reason, there were no figures of Tian Xinzheng and Huang He around them, and perhaps they had encountered an unexpected situation.

"The destination of these two people flying is...that sword platform?"

Xu Yang followed the flight route of the two, and saw a huge sword weapon platform floating in the central area of ​​the seventh floor of the sword tomb. On the sword platform, there was a throne, and a sword slave sat upright on it with his eyes closed, without seeing any signs of being alive. Of course, the sword slave itself is not a living thing. If they don’t move, it is no different from a dead corpse.

When they were thousands of feet away from the sword platform, the two Eight Tribulation World Honored Ones stopped and were daring to step on the sword platform.

Xu Yang felt a little curious. The two of them went through hardships and came to the seventh floor of the sword tomb. The plan must be related to the sword platform. When it comes to success, why didn't they dare to step forward?

Xu Yang flew slowly quietly. He circled an arc and after half a stick of incense, he arrived at a thousand feet near the sword platform, and happened to face Tianyu and others from afar.

After approaching the sword platform, Xu Yang realized the reason.

The sword slave sitting on the throne was marked with seven stars on his chest!

Seven-star Sword Slave!
Chapter completed!