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

Chapter 86
Xuanhen Sword Sect, Sitting on Wangfeng Peak, Xuanshi Hall.

The hall once again turned into a pitch-black void, and Yu Qifeng in mediocre clothes was integrated into it.

"I have seen the four immortals!" Yu Qifeng saluted respectfully, but when he spoke, his shoulders were straight and his face was solemn.

At this time, his Dao heart was hanging high, reflecting the universe and foreign objects, but there was a sense of awe and determination in his calm expression.

Wooden swords, silver threads, thunderbolts, and spirit phoenixes hang in the void, and the sword energy is scattered like smallpox, rippling and disillusioned, bright and colorful.

"Have you thought it through?"

The sound of thunder came from the place of the four immortals, like the heart of Huiguang, the wind blowing the dust, reflecting the mysterious marks of luck in the void.

Yu Qifeng's eyes are shining brightly, among all the golden elixirs in Xuanhen, and even among his brothers and brothers at the same time, his cultivation is not considered the strongest, and now he is only rank seven of the golden elixirs.

But he has been in charge of Xuanhen Jianzong for 300 years, and Jianzong has never failed in his actions, which shows the means.

A single thought was like a sword, cutting through the complicated thoughts, Yu Qifeng only felt that the dusty thoughts were washed away by the clear water, the shackles in his heart were broken inch by inch, and his Dao heart became firmer and clearer.
"My Xuanhen Sword Sect followed the kingly way in the first 300 years, governing the big sect like cooking a small fish, and accumulated good luck.

But the great battle is coming, and the flow of luck is even more unpredictable. Just like this sword competition, it exceeded my expectations. "

Yu Qifeng's tone turned cold, with sharpness in his eyes, he said decisively,
"You can't be a fake person if you have a weapon and a name. My Jianzong must not let people think that there is the slightest weakness and cowardice. Otherwise, how will I deter other sects and families in the future."

As soon as these words came out, dots of starlight hung down in the void, and the majestic thunder sea rippled, making people dazzled.

The majestic and vast voice came down, "Okay, this is the atmosphere of my sword sect. No matter how good luck is, don't forget to use the sword when it is time to use the sword."

Thousands of streams of sword energy, mixed with profound marks of the void, four immortals appeared, each with aura, majestic like a sword, eyes full of admiration,

"Qifeng, let's see what you plan to do."

Yu Qifeng had restrained his feelings, and said calmly: "This time, the suzerain of the Tan sect is here, the three peak masters, plus the four golden elixir, will return tomorrow.

Please let the Four Immortals make a move on the way, try the means of gods and demons, and I will ask the four sword hall palm prints to compete with the four golden cores. "

Yu Qifeng's expression was calm, his voice was like a sword coming out,

"My Sword Sect just wants to tell the world that although Ningzhen lost, there is still Jindan behind, and Yuanshen behind, so he is not afraid to make a move.

I am Xuanhen, and there is domineering in the sword. "

The sky was full of sword energy and brilliance flashed randomly, shuttling in the void, the four immortals looked at each other, and the vast voice echoed in the sky,
"Well said! My Xuanhen, the sword has its own domineering!"

……

Xu Yingqu, the golden elixir of the Xu family, was a little at a loss. Of the seven swords out of the three lines of the Xu family, only three were able to make it to the ring. Among the four who died, Xu Mingyuan, who had the best aptitude in the family, was also included.

An elegant monk in black clothes was sitting opposite him, drinking tea calmly.

It is the golden elixir of Xuanhen Sword Sect's palm print, and the sword looks sad every step of the way.

Bu Youai's eyes were piercing, she stared at Xu Yingqu and said calmly,
"Xu Mingyuan originally had the Zhiyang Dao Body, and with the success of the True Fire Yang Rayna Body, it can be said that the achievement of the Golden Elixir is a matter of course. There are only a handful of Ningzhen monks in the world who have this opportunity."

Then he sighed softly, "It's a pity that I died in this black stone death ring, and it was a trick.

Speaking of which, it is rare for the two masters of the Ming Tan Sect to have grievances with your Xu family. "

Xu Yingqu's eyes were stern, and he stared at Bu Weng sadly, "My Xu family will avenge this sooner or later, and let that Jiang Moshu pay with his life."

Bu Yunai smiled, "I'm afraid that Jiang Moshu will not be able to hide when he returns to the sect. When the time you said comes, Jiang Moshu and Ji Cuiyu will already be golden pills."

Xu Yingqu's face contorted for a while, and he was also silent.

"However, there is an opportunity right now." Bu Youai smiled mysteriously, "It depends on Brother Xu Jianxin."

Xu Yingqu's eyes widened suddenly. He taught Xu Mingyuan the sword, he was the one who raised the kiss, and he was the one who protected the way when he traveled the world. He and Xu Mingyuan are like father and son.

Right now, his chest was full of anger and hatred. Hearing this, he immediately looked towards the other side.

Bu Yunai's expression turned cold, and he said in a condensed voice: "Tomorrow Ming Tan Zong returns, and the four primordial spirits and four golden alchemy of my Jian Zong will all make a move, and compete with Ming Tan Zong's gods and demons and Jin Dan.

At that time, he ordered the Ningzhen Daozi of the Tanzong to be unguarded. If you want to take revenge, you can act as a monk of the Demon Sect.

There is only one chance! "

boom!
Thunder shook the sky, and electric snakes shot across the sky.

Xu Yingqu's face was clouded by the lightning, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of shadow, like a demon.

I saw his eyes filled with hatred and anger, and an astonishing sword energy suddenly rose from his body, "Alright, since your Xuanhen Sword Sect is going to attack, I don't want to be ashamed, I will kill that Jiang Moshu."

Bu Zuo mourned silently for the mystery, showing a clear look, and the matter was completed.

……

Following the decrees issued by the peaks of Mingtan Sect, and the temptation to move gods and demons,
Just like paper can't contain fire, all kinds of news about Huajian Dabi spread freely in the sect.

I haven't won the Huajian Competition for hundreds of years. I don't want to win this time. Not to mention the beheading, I even beheaded the ring.

The video that was issued together with the decree was repeatedly pondered by all the concentrating monks in the sect.

The three peaks of bone, puppet, and secret demon benefited the most because of their swordsmanship supernatural powers, and the other peaks' Ningzheng also gained some benefits.

While admiring loudly, a dispute divided the people in the sect into two factions.

Is Jiang Moshu of the White Bone Peak's supernatural power of bone sword powerful, or Ji Cuiyu of Wangui Peak's sharp ghost killing array?
"Three half-step golden pills, that's three half-step golden pills, not ordinary Taoists!"

"Which is more difficult, the siege of nineteen Taoists or the one-on-one sword competition?"

This kind of controversy among the monks of various peaks is like boiling water, surging everywhere.

The disciples of Ten Thousand Ghosts Peak and Bone Bone Peak's Qi Accumulation Stage even made gestures in the ring a few times because of this.

However, the controversy of the distant sect did not affect the protagonist of the topic at all.

Jiang Moshu, as usual, washed his hands first, took a deep breath, reached out and clicked "Sign in?" on the unreal panel

On the illusory panel, the phantom villain is sitting cross-legged, breathing out and practicing non-stop, with countless black qi lingering around his body, changing into the image of evil ghosts and monsters from time to time.

The illusory sun and moon above the figure are constantly rotating, rapidly changing between day and night.

When Jiang Moshu pointed out, the whole interface instantly became blurred,

Numerous illusory lightning bolts kept swimming, shuttling, and flashing around the interface, but they couldn't find any targets that could be hit.

After about a stick of incense, the lightning disappeared, the interface was clear again, and a line of prompts appeared at the bottom of the unreal panel,

[Fear Value Buff: 3.7% (Some demon spirits are afraid of your killing, some monks are afraid of your talent)]

The harvest of this sign-in: the practice time is four months
The reward for this draw is: Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu

Note, the drawing rewards have been optimally adjusted, and all backlash effects have been erased. 】

The surprise came so suddenly that Jiang Moshu froze on the spot, and then his eyes lit up.

I have lived in Heiyao for so long that I have forgotten what it is like to be a white and beautiful girl with red hands.

Sure enough, there are benefits to appearing in front of people.

After a few breaths, Jiang Moshu was speechless when he saw the little bug arching in his palm.

You say it's not the right product, it's a bit ignorant, and the white bone sword can be chewed until it cracks.

You say it is very good, this number is too poor, just this one.

Everyone else's big brother in green robe starts with a million dollars, okay?

I am a dignified monk, but I also want to be a nanny to raise bugs? !

(End of this chapter)