It is said that the Taiyin Sword is not artificially refined, but is created by gathering the power of the Taiyin of heaven and earth.

The Taiyin Yuheng Sword Sutra was created by later generations based on it.

This object represents a completely opposite force from the sun. Perhaps the righteous path believes that this sword is unknown and is the incarnation of the evil spirit of heaven and earth. However, Zhou Yang knew that it would be boring to put the sayings of good and evil on such pure magic weapons.

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He slowly got up and took out a small gold box from the storage ring.

Open it, inside is a glove as thin as a cicada's wing.

Carefully took it out and put it on your hand, Zhou Yang suddenly felt the dispersion of the cold air around him.

Zhengyang Silk Hand.

This was bought by his father from a certain business for a lot of money, specifically to get the Taiyin Sword.

Zhou Yang walked through the completely frozen Yushui step by step and walked towards the divine weapon.

The Taiyin Sword was quietly inserted into the middle of the riverbed, and the sword body reflected the moonlight, as if light flashed by one round after another, making the cold air rushing.

The breath Zhou Yang exhaled had turned white. He felt that the magic sword that was so close to him seemed to be far away in the sky. The next moment, he seemed to faint from the extreme cold.

Since I practiced the Purple Flame Burning Heaven, how long hasn't I felt this chill?

Zhou Yang thought of himself mockingly.

When his hand was about to touch the hilt of the Taiyin Sword, a sound suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Boy, you'd better not touch it."

Zhou Yang's hair suddenly exploded.

He turned his head to look stiffly, and saw that the man who was originally frozen beside him had already escaped from his upper body and was looking at him with bright eyes.

Just one glance, Zhou Yang felt as if he had been scorching the scorching sun in the sky, and the chills all over his body disappeared without a trace.

"For the sake of you helping me Li Chongjiu get out of trouble."

"I'll spare your life today."

Meanwhile, the other side of Longmen Mountain.

"Remember?"

"The first level of the Taiyin Yuheng Sword Sutra?"

Zhou Youruo was walking around Zhang Wuji, holding a three-foot-long dead branch that he picked up from somewhere in his hand, and his pretty and fair face was full of stern expressions.

Zhang Wuji was helpless and was sitting cross-legged on the ground reciting the Demon Sect Sword Sutra. Then he ran Zhou Tian to try to find the Taiyin Qi sensation that Zhou Youruo said.

The expression of the Tianyuan Demon Lord is still vivid in my mind.

"Men who practice the Taiyin Yuheng Sword Sutra will become sissy."

"Sister, sissy..."

Bang!

A slight tingling pain suddenly came from the back, and the poor dead branches and Zhang Wuji's back were gently touched and broke into three pieces.

"Senior Youruo."

"A gentleman speaks but not acts."

"How can that work!"

"When I started, my master taught me this way. I can't become a talent without fighting."

Zhou Youruo glared at her beautiful eyes and said fiercely.

At this moment, he still really looks a bit similar to Han Yurou.

“It hurts very much.”

"Ah?"

“Yes, is that?”

Zhou Youruo stuttered suddenly, his pretty face turned slightly red, and said, "My master told me that he should use twelve points of strength to beat a man."

"The junior brothers who came to Taiyin Gate, they never shouted when I took them..."

"Senior, is it possible that those guys like to be beaten by you?"

Zhou Youruo seemed to be struck by lightning when he heard this. His eyes were round and his face was full of disbelief. He took a few steps back and covered his mouth and said, "They are so disgusting, they are down."

"I actually like to be beaten by me."

"Okay, the cycle is completed."

Zhang Wuji looked at this senior of the Demon Sect who was like a piece of white paper and felt a little speechless.

"Is there any Taiyin energy?"

Zhou Youruo asked quickly.

"Have it."

"A little bit."

Zhang Wuji blinked his fingers and the faint light that was almost invisible to the naked eye hit the trees not far away. Then the trunk of the tree instantly froze into popsicles under the gaze of the two.

Zhou Youruo's red lips were slightly opened, and he had to be a little unbelievable first.

"Let's go, senior."

"The Taiyin Sword is still there."

"Oh, come here."

Zhang Wuji leaned over slightly, and Zhou Youruo lay on his back tacitly.

Feeling the tender touch from the younger generation, his ears and hair lingered, and his nose could still smell the faint fragrance. He suddenly felt a warm heart.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Youruo lay on his shoulder and asked.

"It's OK."

"Go away."

Zhang Wuji rose up with his sword, and the figures of the two rushed towards Yushui.

"I didn't expect that I, Li Chongjiu, would have a day of reliance."

Zhou Yang looked at the man who was out of trouble and his heart had already sunk to the lowest point. As Junior Brother Zheng Heyi said, not only did he not die, but his cultivation level had improved.

Although this person seemed to have no breath that evaporated, the cold air emitted by the Taiyin Demon Sword seemed to have disappeared and could not be felt at all.

Zhou Yang knew that this person's realm had reached an incredible level.

He didn't even need to activate his true energy, and the Taiyin Demon Sword was completely suppressed.

"After thousands of years, the true fire of the sun and the power of the moon have successfully merged, helping me to go further. It's ridiculous and ridiculous."

The laughter echoed in Longmen Mountain.

"It's you!"

At this moment, a shout of resentment suddenly came from the sky.

Li Chongjiu looked up and saw the man's face clearly, and immediately smiled and said, "So it's you, little girl."

"Why, after ten thousand years, I still want to play two tricks with my grandfather?"

Zhou Youruo lay on Zhang Wuji's body, his eyes full of fiery anger, and the tragic situation of the disciples of the Taiyin lineage echoed in her mind, one scene after another, always piercing her heart.

Feeling the other party's anger, Li Chongjiu suddenly laughed.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the two of them from afar. Zhang Wuji suddenly felt as if he was in a sea of ​​fire, and even his soul was filled with traces of smoke.

Not good!

He suddenly circulated the Taiyin Yuheng Sword Sutra, his body was slightly cool. However, before he could take the next move, Li Chongjiu hooked his hand gently, and the two of them couldn't help but fly towards the former.

"Boy, have you actually practiced the Lawshizi Sword Sutra?"

"Come on, it's just right."

"Help me pull out this broken sword and play with it."

Zhang Wuji's cheeks flushed, but he still had no resistance when facing a monk of this level. He watched his hand be placed on the hilt of the Taiyin Demon Sword and held it tightly.

An extremely cold aura suddenly flowed into his body along his palm. In just a few breaths, Zhang Wuji felt that his eight extraordinary meridians seemed to be frozen.

However, the power of the Taiyin Demon Sword was still pouring into his body.

"Get up!"

Li Chongji held Zhang Wuji's wrist and raised it up hard.

The Taiyin Sword, which had been silent for thousands of years at the bottom of the Yushui River, has finally reappeared in the world.
Chapter completed!