Become a demon king, sign in and develop for 300 years

Chapter 77
Xuanhen Sword Sect, Xiaoyao Peak, Zangfeng Palace.

The hall was filled with clouds, and the sword dragon flickered in and out of the clouds and mists, with a thunderbolt golden light on its body, and the sound of the sword in its mouth was like thunder.

Yu Qifeng swiped down with one finger, but Jian Jiao turned into three giant pythons, with a flash of wisdom in his eyes, and was about to scatter in all directions.

Zheng!
The three suspended spirit swords fell from mid-air like flowing light phantoms, directly nailing the three sword pythons in the void.

hiss!hiss!hiss!
The sword python twisted and struggled, and the sword cloud spread around like a wave, hitting the palace wall like a tide, countless mysterious runes lit up, and wiped out this invisible giant force.

Thousands of runes flew all over the sky, as if attracted by the spirit sword, pulling the sword python into the sword body.

boom!Like a dragon turning over, the rays of light are contained within, the phantom shadows of sword pythons appear in the blades of the three spirit swords, and traces of light are connected between the three swords.

As Yu Qifeng waved his hands, three spiritual swords fell in front of Jianzi, who was sitting cross-legged in the clouds below.

"Wu Ying, Huai Suimu, Qu Man, below Jindan, the three of you have the highest cultivation and the sharpest fighting skills.
There are still ten days until the Sword Transformation Competition, which is extremely important, but there is a big variable in it, otherwise you will not be allowed to go out to fight. "

The three of them looked at each other, and one of them, a woman wearing a golden crown and a cloud suit, said, "Don't worry, Master, that Ji Cuiyu's ghost formation can only arouse the nature of death in the Netherworld. Under the sky, the power of his Heavenly Snake is comparable to that of an ordinary golden core, and I can still handle it."

Yu Qifeng's face was extremely solemn, and he warned: "This matter must not be taken lightly, these three spiritual swords are infused with the power of the sword dragon of the Tibetan Front Palace, they can escape into the void, kill people invisible, even ordinary golden cores can kill on the spot.

And the three swords are like one sword, no matter which sword is used, the other two swords will escape the void and kill together.

No matter who is facing Naji Cuiyu, there is no need to hold back and kill him directly. "

"Xuanhen Jianzong, the sword is not empty."

The three agreed in unison.

……

Xuanhen Sword Sect, Sword Feather Hall, Back Mountain.

In front of a tombstone, Yu Huaiyuan uttered a long howl in a mournful voice, and the five-colored sword energy soared into the sky.

After a long time, Yu Huaiyuan turned around and knelt down on the ground, "This disciple is incompetent, and Master needs to take back Junior Brother Fang's remains in order to fulfill his last wish."

Jing Duzang sighed, "You have thought it over clearly, once the Burning Heart Sword Art ignites the Peacock Sword Intent, after one strike, you will definitely die."

Yu Huaiyuan bowed his head and said: "Brother Fang died in the ghost formation, and Brother Xiao also died to save me. Seventeen brothers were trapped and killed in the Netherworld by that evil thief. Since it was my fault, why should I spare my life. "

He raised his head, with a slight smile on his face,
"The fierce tiger knows that the east wind is fast, sniffing the Yao Fang, the flowers turn whiter, the green front has no hatred and no hindrance, it melts into the world of fragrant snow, Master, I will always remember your teaching.

I, the people of Sword Feather Hall, can't be afraid of life and death.

This sword, love and hate right and wrong,

In this fate, the sea of ​​clouds is spotless.

Here, kowtow to Master again, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future. "

Jing Duzang's hands trembled a little. One of his two most beloved disciples had already been buried in the mud, and the other was just waiting to die with the enemy.

Even as a golden core, he still feels uncomfortable.

Yu Huaiyuan stood up, and with one finger, chopped off the peach tree, the sword energy cut vertically and horizontally, turned into a tombstone, and inserted it beside it.

I saw that there was no sadness or joy on his face, and he said lightly, "Anyway, it is a death. I will write this monument myself, which is more satisfactory. Please, Master, also bury me here, so that I can be buried under Jiuquan with my junior brother. Let's practice sword together."

Jing Duzang looked at it, but there was a line of words, which was exactly what Yu Huaiyuan said when he started the class.
At that time, a young man in civilian clothes was in full bloom, holding a wooden sword, standing on the top of the mountain in the cold autumn, and he was full of vigor when he shouted.

"Don't care about life, don't bear suffering, there is no need for God's favor,
Only fight to win or lose on the sword. "

……

West Pole, Lan Family.

Lan Linjun was at a loss.

After escaping a catastrophe before, every time I think of the sword that Senior Brother Xiao sacrificed his life, I can't bear to think about it, and I can't bear to speak.

But at last he has self-knowledge, knows that he is not the opponent of the evil thief, and he spends all day sharpening his sword intent and cultivating his spirit sword for the future.

The day before yesterday, the uncle of the family rushed back from northern Xinjiang, and after discussing with Uncle Wu, he was going to take him to northern Xinjiang.

"The Sword Transformation Contest is still a few days away. Please let me take it easy, uncle. I want to see what happens to that Wanguifeng Ji Cuiyu. Zongli must have made arrangements."

Lan Linjun begged bitterly, even if he couldn't take revenge with his own hands, it would be great to see other senior brothers take action to kill the thief.

Lan Yixiao, the golden core of Xuanhen Sword Sect, felt soft-hearted. After thinking about it for a few days, he just wanted to agree, but the person next to him stopped abruptly.

"No!" The person who spoke was Lan Linjun's uncle, Lan Yipan, who was also in the Jindan realm.

I saw him frowning, "Lin Jun, don't be willful, you were born with great luck, and it happened that the two primordial gods discussed the Tao, and you happened to meet, and the two primordial gods approved your fate."

"In the event of a catastrophe of death, cause and effect must be in a chain. If you leave home and abandon your clan, you will be able to live in heaven only by fleeing."

"Escape a catastrophe, increase your luck, avoid it for a while, and live a life."

Seeing that Lan Linjun didn't care, Lan Yipan shouted in a deep voice,
"You grew up smoothly, and you never faced death, but I never dared to forget what the immortal said, if you don't leave, you will even implicate the family!

Don’t want others to call you a direct descendant of Jindan and the disciples of the Sword Sect, and you will be dizzy. The Immortal Venerable, there are still few thousand-year-old families and ten thousand-year-old sects that have been destroyed in the past thousand years?
In my opinion, the world of great controversy has begun, and fate is lurking in the dark! "

Lan Lin stepped forward a few steps, his expression regained his clarity, remembering the voice that kept popping up in his spiritual consciousness when he was young, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat,
"Uncle taught me the lesson, I'll go with you right away, Uncle Wu, once the result of the Sword Transformation Competition comes out, please send me a letter to let me know how Ji Cuiyu died."

……

The huge white bone boat pierced through the void and headed towards the Xuanhen Sword Sect. This time the Sword Transformation Competition was held at the Xuanhen Sword Sect.

The dark clouds and mist support the hull of the ship to transform into void, the mountains under the huge boat are green, the river is like a belt, and the white clouds and sky shine brightly, which makes people feel far-sighted.

However, the deck of the giant boat was very lively.

To be precise, several people were sitting in meditation, only one energetic and lively girl kept stirring up the atmosphere.

Jin Guanran has already made a name for himself in the three peaks, while Yin Huafeng mastered supernatural powers in a short while, and he often went to Baigu Peak and Wangui Peak to visit, and he was very fond of Jindan of the two peaks.

"Brother Peng Ran, I heard you were beaten by Brother Yun?"

Which pot does not open and which pot is lifted, Peng Ran can't wait to seal the little girl's mouth.But he could only say euphemistically, "The two of us are just acting."

Jiang Moshu laughed when he heard it, "Don't say that, Guan Ran, Senior Brother Peng is quite wealthy, if you lack spirit stones, you can reach out to him anytime to get them."

Luo Yun didn't speak at the side, only smiled faintly.

Jin Guanran rolled his eyes, took Jiang Moshu's hand and shook it, "Brother Jiang, Brother Yun said that I will find you for everything I need. If there is any magic weapon that is not easy, I will give some to my little sister."

Jiang Moshu spread his hands, "Not yet, but even if there is, you have to say something nice."

Jin Guanran couldn't stop smiling, his face was like a flower blooming,
"Brother Jiang, if you go this time, you will definitely come back with a big victory, smashing the face of Xuanhen Sword Sect!"

boom!
A mighty thunderbolt struck out of thin air on the Xuanshi Hall of Xuanhen Sword Sect.

In that hidden void, the thin lines of mysterious traces meandering and flowing directly broke several void domains.

Light and rain splashed, dazzling and shining, and finally turned into nothing.

The Xuanhen Dao sword in the void rang continuously, and the four primordial spirits were all moved and furious,
"The Sword Transformation Competition is just around the corner, why did my clan's luck suddenly drop and collapse?!"

(End of this chapter)