When Feng Wuchen initially understood the sword of life and death, he discovered that although this sword was terrifyingly powerful, it had a big drawback, that is, the power of annihilation in the sword energy would backfire on his body.
Therefore, Feng Wuchen used Qi to control the sword to activate this move, transferring the backlash of the power of annihilation from his body to the sword's body.
However, that power is quite terrifying, but only magical weapons such as Longyuan Nine Swords can withstand it. If it were replaced by an ordinary weapon, even if it is a Taoist weapon, it may not be used a few times before it will become useless.
Furthermore, although the sword of death and life is inherently powerful, because Feng Wuchen cannot control the power of annihilation, this sword has always been an independent sword and cannot be used in conjunction with other sword moves and sword intentions.
And if he can control the power of annihilation at will, the sword of death and life...maybe it will no longer be just a sword!
"Tsk tsk!" Holding the Dao Yuan of Nirvana in his hands, Feng Wuchen couldn't put it down and kept smacking his lips: "You have been of great help this time! I will refine this Dao Yuan first, and you just keep an eye on my inherited Dao Yuan.
What’s happening on the ground! Let me know if you have any news!”
"good!"
"..."
At this moment, in the depths of Kun Mountain, in front of the underground palace gate, the phantom of the Heavenly Lord in the sky has dispersed, but the spiritual energy that continues to expand from the underground palace is endless.
And above the clouds, in all directions, there are several more figures. Judging from their aura and pressure, they are all extraordinary.
Among them, an old man held a fly whisk and said, "In the past, Wuchen Tianzun died outside the territory with hatred. I thought that there would be no successor to his mysterious skills, but I didn't expect that today I can find the place where he inherited it. It's really
I am so lucky in the Xuan Tian Realm!"
"It is said that Wuchen Tianzun defeated all the heroes and won the treasure of Long Yuan. After his death, Long Yuan also disappeared. Could it be that... it is in this ruins?" A man in Chinese clothes said with excitement and expectation.
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"Haha...daydreaming!" At this time, another slightly lazy mocking voice came: "Then
If this guy dies, he has destroyed his destiny and cultivation. Not to mention that there is no life after ten deaths. Even if there are remnants of souls that escape, they will definitely not have the strength to arrange such a large inheritance place!"
"..."
"Hmph! Who cares when he left it? Tianzun's inheritance will naturally be the same... I will take the first step!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a burly figure descending from the clouds. It turned out to be a slovenly man with a curly beard. He was extremely anxious and wanted to rush into the underground palace.
However, he had just arrived at the entrance of the underground palace.
"Wow!"
But there was a sudden flash of white light, and a huge shadow appeared in the sky, exactly the same as the scene Shen Yingying had seen in Fuyao Palace before.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying coercion instantly dispersed from the phantom, heading straight towards the big man.
"Boom!"
But in an instant, the big man retreated a hundred miles, his face turned pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"puff……"
He only saw a look of fear on his face: "The power of the Heavenly Lord is really terrifying... It's just a place of inheritance, why don't we let us in..."
"Haha!" At this time, above the cloud top, the lazy voice came again: "Do you think you are the only one who is smart? There are many people here who came earlier than you. If you run fast, you can get the inheritance.
, is it your turn? Idiot..."
The big man with the beard was embarrassed in front of the underground palace. Now he was ridiculed by this person again. He lost his face and became angry: "Who is so arrogant? How dare you show up to see him!"
"Hehe!" Hearing a sneer, a cyan figure emerged from somewhere in the clouds and admitted openly: "Are you looking for me?"
Seeing this person's appearance, everyone on the scene was stunned for a long time.
I saw this man wearing a tattered green shirt, a wine gourd hanging on his waist, three swords on his back, and a sage book in his hand.
There was still a bit of drunkenness in his eyes.
"Where did you come from as a drunkard! How dare you teach someone a lesson! Today, I will teach you a lesson. Shut your mouth!"
The bearded man roared angrily, soared into the sky, brewing up layers of palm energy, and blasted towards the scholar in green shirt.
"Scholar, why don't you run away quickly?" Someone next to him noticed that something was not going well and immediately warned him.
But I saw that the scholar's eyes were only staring at the book in his hand, reading with gusto.
"Don't hate an unscrupulous matchmaker when marrying a wife. There is Yan Ruyu in the book! Yan Ruyu..."
His voice just finished.
"Whoosh!"
One of the long swords on his back was unsheathed, and the sword energy swept directly across the surrounding area!
"Buzz!"
As the sound of the sword resounded through the mountains, the sword crushed the man's palm into pieces with a devastating force!
"Yan Ruyu! Kill him!"
The flying sword actually had a spirit. After receiving the order from its master, the sword glowed brightly and it stabbed the man between the eyebrows!
"not good!"
At that moment, the man finally realized that he was talking about the iron plate. He tried his best to retreat violently. However, he was fast, but the sword was faster than him. He pursued him relentlessly and refused to give up.
Seeing that the sword edge was getting closer and closer to his eyebrows, the man's eyes were full of despair. He secretly said, "My life is at stake" and closed his eyes.
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, he felt a warmth flow into the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows.
But the feeling of being penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness and crushing destiny has not come for a long time.
He tentatively opened his eyes, only to see the long sword hanging three inches away from his eyebrows. What cut his eyebrows was a wisp of Ling Ran's sword energy.
"Hey... you didn't wet your pants because of the fright? He's quite a man!"
At this time, the scholar's ridiculing voice came, which made the bearded man even more angry.
However, the three-foot long sword was hanging above his head. He couldn't even think of taking his life. He was always so angry that he could only swallow it in his stomach.
After holding it in for a long time, he could only say one sentence: "If you want to kill me, kill me! There is no need to humiliate me like this..."
"Qi!" But the scholar was full of disdain: "If I really want to kill you, I would have killed you long ago! I just heard that you have a bad tone and want to test your strength. I would like to advise you, with this little ability, you should keep a low profile.
Good point, after all, not everyone is as kind as me..."
"Yan Ruyu! Come back!"
"Buzz!"
The sword roared again, but Yan Ruyu turned into a streak of light and returned to the scabbard on his back. It was once again covered in dust. At a glance, it looked ordinary.
"Tsk!" At this time, there was a smacking sound, and then, a gust of fragrant wind came, and two women appeared in the clouds.
These two people are both rare and excellent people in the world. One is in his youth and as cold as ice, and the other is a mature woman, with every glance and every smile charming and alluring!
The two girls are none other than Chi Yao, the saint of Fuyao Palace, and the current palace master, Chu Hongxiu.
Chu Hongxiu stared at the scholar for a moment, then suddenly said: "The Holy Book Sword Immortal is still as free and easy as ever!"
After saying that, the scholar turned his head and looked at the two girls. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized: "Oh...it's you...you...uh, what do you call me?"
Chapter completed!