"Sword Spirit, it's not easy for you to be born, so why not leave with me. This person is a vicious demon in the future and will inevitably disrupt the order of the great way. It must be eliminated. Otherwise, the order of the great way will inevitably be disturbed by this person in the future. If the order of the great way is, the order of the great way will be disturbed by the great way.

Chaos, how can these sentient beings be able to

I hope you can understand these principles if you have a good life."

It is extremely difficult to transform the sword spirit, so the old man was unable to make up his mind to completely eliminate the sword spirit that was not easy to transform, and could only persuade him with emotion and reason.

Although this is said, the sword spirit, who looks like Zi Yan, shook his head repeatedly. No matter what, the way of the great way, whether the order is disturbed, what does it have to do with it? It just wants to quietly protect this

The man named Wang Yu in front of him is everything about it, and this is enough to persevere.

"Haha, Human King, you want to convince a sword spirit to give up your master. This is simply a whim. I didn't expect that the King of Humans would be so naive, which I really couldn't imagine." The Queen laughed softly.

Hearing this, the old man with white hair and beard snorted coldly, ignoring the mysterious upper race in front of him, and just putting all his thoughts on Wang Yu and Jian Ling.

After a while, no matter how the old man with white hair and beard persuaded, the sword spirit was still unmoved and wanted to remove Wang Yu unless the Ziyan Sword was cut off.

Wang Yu, whose consciousness gradually recovered, moved his right hand gently and gently stroked the Ziyan long sword in his hand. This Ziyan sword is Wang Yu's spiritual sustenance to Ziyan. If there is no Ziyan sword

Wang Yu's spiritual sustenance was cut off.

Wang Yu is not unfamiliar with the sword spirit, but he has never seen the sword spirit appear. Even as a powerful Saint in his previous life, Wang Yu had never seen the sword spirit, and he had never had his own sword spirit.

Wang Yu was also very surprised and moved.

The sword spirit is transformed from the origin of the sword, and is called the ancestor of the war god. No one who can possess the sword spirit will be a mortal. Even if it soars straight into the nine heavens every day, it is easy.

With the help of the god of war, you will be like a tiger with wings.

"No need to say more, although the sword spirit is born with the best, the sword spirit is not just a pure love for the master. Our sword spirit is also the ancestor of all soldiers. No matter how powerful the enemy is, as long as you dare to hurt it, you dare to hurt it

Lord of the Sword Spirit, our Sword Spirit...even if we die, we will not let it go!"

After saying that, the light in the sword spirit's body surged, and countless sword essences rushed into the sky wildly, even surrounding the entire royal city.

Seeing this, the old man and the gods disguised as Queen Zhao were all extremely surprised. The sword spirit was desperate and full of sorrow, evaporating the power of the origin of his life!

The power of the sword spirit's origin of life comes from Wang Yu's great love for the Ziyan Sword. Especially after the sword spirit is spread through the origin of life, this love will spread countless times.

So much love in kendo has spread all of it, but the consequences are very terrible.

In an instant, all the sword masters in the northern region of China discovered a creepy fear at the same time. The swords on everyone's body were as if they were summoned by the sword god, and they rushed in one direction.

Spectacular!

It's spectacular to the limit!

It is still thousands of times more shocking than the previous black dragon!

I saw countless sharp swords rushing towards the imperial palace of the Great Zhao Dynasty in the dark night, and the number was incalculable!

Million?!Million?!

Hundreds of millions?!

No one can see clearly that the endless sky is completely filled with the "sword" of the King of War.

At this moment, the purple smoke sword in Wang Yu's hand was instantly broken into pieces.

In an instant, the long sword came wildly, and the look of the sword made people sweat. It can be said that this was the most dazzling moment in tens of millions of years. No one had ever seen this scene of pretending to be light.

"What happened to the emperor tonight? How could there be so many changes... First there was a giant dragon and then such an existence, which was really terrifying!"

"I'm afraid that there will be an incredible existence in the imperial palace. Whether it is a blessing or a disaster is still unknown."

All the masters in the royal city were speculating on what was going on in the imperial palace, but no one dared to go up and watch.

At this moment, the sound of the sword chanting spread thousands of miles, and the whole world seemed to resonate with it.

In the imperial palace, the emperor did not dare to show his head. He didn't know what happened. Such a terrifying scene would appear above the imperial palace of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

But what is certain is that this is definitely related to Wang Yu, otherwise, how could such a thing happen for no reason?

"This Wang Yu is such a broom star. Every time he appears, there will be no good things!" The emperor thought to himself, but it's okay, no matter how much Wang Yu is, he is also the Grand Duke of the Great Zhao Dynasty. As long as he takes it properly, he says

Perhaps, he can help him fulfill his wish to rule the Northern Territory Dynasty.

I have to say that this emperor was really thinking too much. At this time, Wang Yu's life was in danger. If it weren't for the intimidation of tens of thousands of long swords above, I would have been afraid that he would have been in a different place.

The old man in the void frowned. The tens of millions of swords were subjected to the power of the sword spirit burning life, so they resonated with each other. They traveled thousands of miles to come here. If he had attacked Wang Yu now, he would be afraid.

He will be attacked wildly by those dazzling long swords.

After a while, the old man sighed slightly, looked at Wang Yu with a meaningful meaning, and said softly: "Forget it, you are destined to be with the sword. You can be so good at this sword. Today I will bear the favor of the sword. I will open my mouth.

, If you really do something that disrupts the order of the great road in the future, I will come to kill you in person no matter what. It would be really hard for me, the little old man."

After saying that, the old man waved his hand, took Zi Yan away from the place, and flew towards the end of the void.

After the old man left, the long sword that filled the void slowly dissipated, and until this time, Wang Yu's life was relatively safe.

The queen slowly walked towards Wang Yu, with a complicated expression in her eyes. This human being was the oldest enemy of the Night Demon Clan, the ancestor of the Divine Demon.

Now, the queen did not dare to touch Wang Yu at all, and no one knew whether the long swords would come back again.

Moreover, the queen had no intention of killing Wang Yu. For a eternal god like her, it was still very risky to kill a night demon.

While the queen was thinking deeply, Wang Yu, who was originally unconscious, suddenly stood up, holding the purple smoke sword that had become broken in his hand, and his face was full of loneliness.

"You treat me like this... but today I have let you down, Ziyan Sword..."

Wang Yu looked at the broken mo and said speechless for a long time. After a moment, he gently raised his right hand. The broken mo and the broken mo in his hand also went away with the wind, as if it had become a part of the night, quiet and peaceful.

At this moment, Wang Yu seemed to see a purple-clothed sword spirit dancing a reluctant farewell for himself in the dark...

"Farewell...my favorite master..."

For a moment, there was a fog in Wang Yu's eyes.

"Wang Yu, you are the illusion of the Immortal King of Night. In the end, your spiritual sense will be taken over by the Immortal King of Night. Do you know?" The queen stared at Wang Yu and said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yu raised his lips slightly and walked towards the distance.

"If you don't have to worry about your upper race." A low voice slowly floated over and the person was gone.

By chance, the queen who was originally planning to deprive his memory opened the memory of the seventh generation deep in Wang Yu's soul, resulting in the appearance of the Immortal King of the Night. This was like a wake-up call for Wang Yu.

Wang Yu is no longer the same as Wang Yu at the time. The memories of the tide come, and the light of the invention seems to be brighter and everything becomes so clear.

In Wang Yu's view, seven lives and seven generations are cruel but beautiful, just like learning the snow cereal on the top of the snowy mountain in the desert.

This is the seven lives and seven lives of the Immortal King of the Night, but it is also the seven lives and seven lives of Wang Yu. The grudges and entanglements and loves of several generations seem to be about to end this life with an imperfect end.

But no matter what, no matter whether I am the illusion of the Immortal King of the Night or not, my spiritual consciousness is now unique. If I am taken over by the Immortal King of the Night or not, then what is the difference between myself and death?

Wang Yu touched his head and it turned out that the Emperor Golden Bead was the soul of the Immortal King of Night, which was the biggest threat to Wang Yu.

My own strength is getting stronger and stronger, but the immortal king's consciousness nurtured by the Emperor Jinzhu in my brain will become stronger and stronger. In this way, sooner or later, my soul will be deprived of it. By then, this world

There is no more Wang Yu, but only Wang Yu's body and the soul of the Immortal King of the Night...

"The Immortal King of Night... I, Wang Yu, never gave up... This time, it's still the same!" Wang Yu's eyes were full of determination. No matter who the opponent was, no matter how powerful... Wang Yu is always Wang Yu,

It’s not anyone’s turn to replace him, even the Immortal King of Night, that won’t work!

The two extremely powerful beings who were once extremely powerful when the world was created. The Immortal King of the Night and the Ancestor of the Divine Destiny were already disillusioned. What Wang Yu was even more unexpected was that he was actually the reincarnation of the Immortal King of the Night. For Wang Yu,

It's both pros and cons.

The advantage is that you can get huge power from it, but the disadvantage is that if you are not careful, your spiritual consciousness will be deprived of by the Immortal King of the Night.

Moreover, Wang Yu can be sure of one thing now. His rebirth is definitely not a coincidence, and it is a complete conspiracy.

Cursed by the Heavenly Dao, seven lives and seven generations, his ending was already destined, and it must have died in a illusionary battle with the ancestor of the gods. However, Wang Yu's life and death in his previous life was not like this, but because of the battle for the Emperor Jin Pagoda.

This led to death in the place where the demon sealed.

So, who has such ability to make oneself turn around the curse of the way of heaven and be reborn for a lifetime?

"Is it the Hades clan... or the Nirvana Phoenix..." Wang Yu frowned. These two clans should have such ability. But then again, how could they have been created by the way of heaven against the way of heaven for themselves?

It means that this is not smooth.

‘Magpie Palace’

Wang Yu stood at the palace of Noda, looking at the plaque on the palace, and knew that this place was Zhao Qianrou's residence.

Wang Yu strode in without hesitation. Originally, there were several palace maids guarding the palace. When he saw Wang Yu breaking around, he was surprised at first, and then he scolded him.

"Be quieter." Wang Yu looked at the dozen chattering palace maids and frowned, and then a trace of black light flashed in his pure white pupils.

Like magic, the dozen or so palace maids suddenly disappeared.

Without harassment, Wang Yu pushed open the palace gate and quickly flashed in.

In the palace, a scent of scent drifted away. In the distance, Zhao Qianrou was bathing, and her beautiful skin was exposed to the air, especially her full peaks that were looming, which made people unable to see.

The spring cold is filled with bathing in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is used to wash the grease.

"What a princess bathing picture, now it's a pleasure to enjoy." Wang Yu sneered.

This sound was like thunder, which shocked the palace maids who bathed Zhao Qianrou. Then they raised their heads, but found that there was a white-haired boy in their palace not far away!

"Who are you? You dare to trek into the harem. Do you know that this is the serious crime of destroying the nine clans!"
To be continued...