Fu Canglu

Chapter 464 Death of the Sword Immortal

The top of Tibetan Sword Mountain.

Miss Shen Mo stood on the top of the mountain, clasped her hands on her chest, with a worried expression on her face, overlooking the boundless and vast wasteland behind the cliffs of Tibetan Sword Mountain.

The Master Chess Master stood beside her with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance together.

This Great Master of the Immortal Island in the South China Sea has indeed suffered a serious spiritual injury. At this moment, his complexion is slightly pale, and two strands of gray hair are fluttering around his temples. He is staring at the sky far away. The dense thunder light envelops the Immortal Island. The vision, the most frightening part, gathers on the other side of the wasteland at this moment.

Shen Mo cautiously asked in a soft voice: "Master Chess Master, how can the sky in the South China Sea change?"

She pursed her lips, not daring to ask any more questions, her eyes were like a worried kitten, looking at the extraordinary owner of the fairy island beside her.

Wei Qi didn't hide it.

He said calmly: "Li Changge has broken through the ninth-rank realm."

Shen Mo let out a cry, his eyes couldn't tell whether it was joy or worry.

She is just a little demon, she doesn't know what it means to Li Changge to break through the ninth rank realm.

She only knows that breaking through the ninth grade is a very remarkable thing.

Nowadays, people all over the world say that the Spring and Autumn Period is an era of chance and good fortune comparable to Shi Fu's great world, and there are only a few people who can break through the ninth rank.

She also knows that breaking through the ninth grade is a very dangerous thing.

Those monsters and gems were in front of them, each of them broke through the ninth grade and became a master. It is said that they all triggered a moderate catastrophe. The thunder light on the Hidden Sword Mountain in front of them should be a catastrophe.

Shen Mo stared blankly at the thunder cloud covering the entire fairy island.

Are all the catastrophes of great practitioners like this?
Shen Mo clenched his palms together, his palms were covered with cold sweat.

She was frightened, pinched her throat and asked, "Will it thunder, my husband?"

The word "husband" is usually spoken out of the mouth.

The little Bat Demon from Bachi Mountain immediately blushed.

Master Chess Master glanced at her meaningfully, and heard this naive little demon quickly explain: "Walking in the Central Plains, you always have to have someone who has an identity. He will call my wife first, and I will, I will call him my husband." I'm a great practitioner, so I won't be at a disadvantage."

The more he spoke, the softer Shen Mo's tone became, until finally his breathing was generally inaudible.

Master Chess Master chuckled, what happened to the two young juniors when they traveled to the Central Plains these years, you can guess exactly what happened without thinking too much.

He stretched out a hand and plucked a snowflake floating from the wasteland.

With sharp eyes, Shen Mo saw that snowflake lingering on the chess master's fingertips like flying catkins, floating like a butterfly, and in just a moment, it turned into snow gas and dissipated.

The chess master said softly: "There will be no more Li Changge from the Silver City of the North."

He saw Li Changge handing out the sword, but it was a pity that he was still so kind.

That sword cut off one-third of Taixu's soul, and it hurt his muscles and bones. Compared with the sword in red in Luoyang City, the killing power may be worse.

After the Taixu heir retreated, he only needed to plunder his soul power, and he could still return to the peak.

It's just that Taixu is no longer No.1 in the world.

In the past, there was Jian Zongming, the lord of the Great Bright Palace who took out the "karma", and later there was Li Changge, who was sentenced to be a master. As long as they hold up the "karma", they can only avoid their edge.

Jian Zongming disdained to draw his sword to kill the city lord.

Li Changge drew his sword, but only warned with his sword thoughts.

That sentence "I will never enter the Silver City of the Northland again in this life".

Fate has come to an end, life and death are fate, and this sentence will prevent the Lord of Yincheng from leaving Yincheng in the North.

If this former leader of Yincheng who lost his sword bone can survive this catastrophe, everyone in the world can go there.

The Chess Master raised his head, looking at this event in his life, it was magnificent and shocking enough to be ranked among the top three cataclysms.

Not

This is no longer a catastrophe.

God damn it.

He heard that Li Changge once committed a murder on the Bachi Snow Mountain in the Western Regions.

It's just that at this moment, this killing is a bit outrageous.

How many creatures did he have to kill to summon such a terrifying thundercloud?

When such a thunder calamity falls, even a practitioner with the physique of the Great Vajra will be annihilated into ashes by the force of the thunder.

Behind the master of chess, disciples from the Nanhai sect came one after another with their vitality. Wu Jinhan came first. He lowered his head and stood respectfully behind the master, while the disciples behind him lined up one after another.

The top of Hidden Sword Mountain trembled.

Nanhai Peacock raised his head, looked at the charming girl standing beside Master, and said in a low voice, "It seems that Master Fengjian Pond on the Disciple Mountain can't be suppressed."

Shi Nan'an stood behind Wu Jinhan.

He also said softly and cautiously: "The Fengjian Pond on Disciple Mountain is similar to that of Second Senior Brother. It seems to be about to blow up the pool."

The Nanhai Chess Master narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out a hand, tucked his gray hair on one side of his temple, and wrapped it around his fingertips. He did not have the slightest femininity in doing such movements.

There are eighteen peaks in the South China Sea.

Except for Hidden Sword Mountain, the rest of the mountain peaks each have a sword pond. At this moment, the water level of the pond rises, and the sword energy roars from the deepest part of the pond, boiling against the sky, which is difficult to suppress.

The ancient swords hidden in the seventeen Fengjian pools have weird tempers. They fall to the bottom on weekdays, like dead swords, and they are only willing to show up when choosing a master. Bad, I'm afraid I won't tremble the slightest.

Before the Lord Sword Master died, the Chess Master went to the Fengting Grass in person, and asked the Lord Sword Master for the hundred and ten hidden swords in the Sword Tomb. A number of pools were cast, and all of them hid in the pool at this moment, as swords to suppress the luck of the South China Sea.

The sword energy shook.

The sword energy spread from the wasteland activated all the sword weapons in the eighteen mountains in the South China Sea.

The chess master said with deep emotion: "A single sword bone is enough to envy swordsmen all over the world."

Unfortunately, the sword bone is no longer there.

The thunderclouds in the wasteland are rich and scarlet, so viscous that they seem to be able to bleed, they are eerie but terrifying, and they are constantly gaining momentum and pressing down.

Qingshi sat cross-legged on the ground, softly recited "My Buddha is merciful", and began to turn the beads.

The resentment on the top of the sky, as if implicated by intangible threads, scarlet bloody faces looming in the clouds, angry howls, hateful insults, instantly drowned in the sound of thunder.

How much murder is this?
Xi Yao looked as usual.

She never cared about those lowly creatures like ants, and she didn't care how many monster races in the Western Regions died in the battle at Bachi Mountain.

It's just that the man in front of him, Li Changge, is indeed a stunning sword embryo that is rarely seen in thousands of years. If he grows steadily, he will undoubtedly become the most lethal sword fairy in the world, bar none.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Because the sick man in front of him was about to die.

He dissipated all his vitality, and even cut open the sword bone. What kind of stupid person is willing to use his own cultivation to repay an illusory kindness?

It is very majestic to kill one person on the Bachi Mountain.

In the end, don't you have to pay the price and make a wedding dress for the Western Regions?

Beside her, Gu Shengcheng and Qiu Shui raised their heads with pale complexions, watching the blood-red thunder light above the sky, faintly emerging, undulating with enthusiasm.

Gu Shengcheng and Qiu Shui personally experienced the bloody battle at Bachi Mountain, and witnessed the terrifying posture of the man holding the sword.

Now seeing the catastrophe-like thunder in the sky again, it is like a catastrophe if you are on the scene, and it is difficult to raise a single point of resistance.

It turns out that after committing a great murder, is it such a terrifying thing that karma comes to the door?
Wei Lingshan's face was pale.

She looked at His Highness, and saw Yi Xiao's pale cheek.

His Royal Highness killed 2000 people outside Liangjia City in the Daji Mountains.

An equally great murder.

Yi Xiao's lips were pursed tightly, her mind went blank, she was just thinking in a daze, what if today's catastrophe happened and she came here instead?

There is no doubt that he will die.

Whether it is a dragon snake or a lotus plant, it will not help.

Under such a grand thunder catastrophe, the little King Kong's physique was as fragile as a blank sheet of paper, and it was nothing more than flying ashes with the Great King Kong's physique.

How to stop such a catastrophe?
There is nothing human can do.

Just when His Royal Highness was thinking wildly, Jian Zongming spoke softly.

"What kind of person, what kind of robbery."

"If you kill ten people, one person will die."

"If you kill 100, 1000 people, there will be 100, 1000 people's robbery."

The lord of the Great Light Palace raised his head, looked at the thunder calamity, and said calmly, "He killed countless monsters in the Qi Palace. After killing so many monsters, the disaster of the Western Regions will naturally be drawn to him alone, and the disaster will be diverted to the east. Naturally, such a disaster cannot be resisted by one person."

He glanced back at the little Highness.

"So you don't have to worry about cultivating the way of demons and going through the catastrophe. As long as you don't touch the Four Sages of the Western Regions, even if you kill another 2000 people, there will be no catastrophe that can kill you."

Yi Xiao didn't speak, just stared at the bloody light in the sky, and after a long time, his voice was hoarse, "How will he survive this catastrophe?"

Jian Zongming smiled.

He raised his eyebrows: "How to live? How to live and how to live."

"I lent him my sword. If he has the ability, he can take the sword and pierce the sky!"

"Pierce the sky, why do you still need to think about the catastrophe?"

Jian Zongming said expressionlessly: "What if he pierces the sky and attracts the gods? If he has the ability to attract the gods, if he comes down, I'll kill one for him. If two come down, I'll kill a couple."

Jian Zongming narrowed his eyes and stared at the sky.

In his arms, Bodhisattva's blood, Suzaku's blood, and many other creations that had been plundered from the evildoer trembled to varying degrees at this moment.

He looked at the little highness with deep meaning, and said a word softly.

"If someone hadn't told me that there is still one person in this world who is worthy of my sword, I would have gone to see what it is like on the other side of the sky."

He paused, looked at the sky, and laughed at himself: "If there is such a day, I don't know how many people over there can withstand my sword?"

(End of this chapter)