"Then why can it still bring me back to the land of China? Don't you say it has no spirituality?"
Cheng Chi suddenly asked.
"This... I don't know, I am not omnipotent, but I guess it is instinct, the instinct of the sword. In fact, losing spirituality is not a bad thing for it. At least it is free.
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Zhang Daoling looked at the sky in the distance and was stunned for a moment. The heavy responsibility on his body and his own stupidity have locked him up for most of his life. When will he be able to put down the heavy burden and enjoy his old age? Maybe it will be a long time ago.
...
Under the billowing red clouds, in the dilapidated city, hideous and terrifying monsters were slowly walking around. The once prosperous city is now filled with endless death and despair. The ground is covered in scarlet, with sharp fangs.
This is the boundary of death, this is the forbidden area where life ends.
In the center of the city, a strange tower towering into the clouds stood like an ancient ferocious beast, surrounded by green pipes extending into the distance. On the top of the tower, a woman in black lay lazily on a huge table.
On the chair, he half-knocked his eyes, opened his bright red lips slightly, and breathed in the smell of blood around him with satisfaction.
There was a loud "boom", and the entire strange tower suddenly shook. The woman in black was filled with anger and murderous intent, turning into black threads and disappearing instantly.
"People from Kunlun Palace?"
Standing on the top of the tower, looking at the five men in blue standing in the sky not far away, the woman in black looked extremely ugly. This damn blood demon ran to the world of cultivation by himself, leaving the mess to himself. He thought that he had
I was the one who was killed by those old immortals in Kunlun Palace.
He was beaten to the point of being knocked out of his mind.
"Hmm? Monster, you do have some sense!"
The old man in blue with a fluttering white beard in the middle took a step slowly, and his whole body moved a few times in an instant, and came to the woman in black.
"How much experience do you have? I think I, Qingyao, was a man of great influence three hundred years ago, but now I have several juniors shouting about me!"
The cold murderous aura spread out, and the bodies of the old man in blue and the four young men behind him suddenly shook, and they all fell down.
"Qingyao! The genius disciple of Maoshan Garden! The great devil from hundreds of years ago!"
The old man in blue shouted out a series of identities in shock, which shows how huge the influence Qing Yao had back then.
"Devil? Hahahahaha! If it weren't for Zhang Zongyuan, that old immortal with dim eyesight, who actually passed the position of head to an unknown good-for-nothing, how could I have slaughtered thousands of living creatures to vent my anger!" Qing Yao looked up to the sky and laughed wildly,
Black silk was flying, and bloodthirsty eyes flashed with excitement.
"A hundred years have passed and you still don't know how to repent. You should be punished!"
A cold and domineering muffled sound came from the sky, and several people in the Kunlun Palace suddenly showed joy. The person who came was none other than the Master of the Virtual Peak of the Kunlun Palace, Dragon Swordsman Wan Cangxing, with cold eyebrows, blue clothes flowing, and a gorgeous sword behind him.
The Purple Sword Haoguang flourished, and as Wan Cangxing moved, it drew a bright and dazzling brilliance.
"Hahaha, who did I know? It turned out to be the little kid from back then."
Qingyao's eyes narrowed slightly. Now that she had just recovered, her strength had not returned. She didn't expect that the troublemaker would come so soon.
"Qingyao, the Wangu Clan was destroyed, but it was you who did it!"
There was no wavering in the question's tone. Wan Cangxing turned sideways and faced him coldly, with a murderous aura rising up from his body. His blue robe was fluttering, and his long sword had already been unsheathed.
"What happened at Wangu Gate was done by the Blood Demon, it's none of my business!"
Qing Yao jumped up, and the black threads on her body appeared, turning into giant black hands and flying away, trying her best to block Zi Jian's offensive.
"Blood Demon? Could it be that Uncle Shenghua..."
Wan Cangxing groaned softly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, the purple light around his body increased sharply, and a purple dragon shadow rose into the sky. Its vast divine power smashed all obstacles in front of it and roared away.
"Ao Hongchen! It is indeed a famous weapon in the world! What a sword!"
Qingyao shouted softly, golden light flashed in his hand, and a bright long sword was slowly drawn out from the void. Suddenly the world shook, as if it was the eternal master, everything was trembling, even the purple light around Wan Cangxing's body
It also dimmed instantly.
"Maoshan Sword King!"
Looking at this slender and strange ancient sword in front of her, the brilliance of the world has already drowned everything. Qing Yao's face was filled with pride and her eyes were disdainful. It seemed that once this sword came out, everything would turn into ants.
Wan Cangxing's face twitched. Back then, Qingyao used this magic weapon to gallop across the entire Pangu Continent with few opponents. Didn't it mean that this sword had been destroyed long ago? Why is it still in her hand? Looking at this sword in front of her
Wan Cangxing's heart was beating wildly and he almost blurted out the legendary magic weapon.
"As soon as the Sword Emperor comes out, the Heavenly Sword will fight! Where is the Heavenly Sword now? Does the Sword Emperor know?"
Qingyao held the Sword King in her hand and was talking to herself silently, ignoring the people around her. She seemed to be remembering or sighing. Suddenly her eyes sharpened, and the violent aura in her body suddenly increased sharply. She swung out a sword, and the world was desolate!
It turns out that the Maoshan Sword Emperor and the Qionghua Heavenly Sword were two peerless divine weapons from Pangu Continent. In order to resist the monster invasion that occurred once in a thousand years, the various sects in Pangu Continent decided to send their top geniuses to practice the formations of these two divine weapons.
, after fierce competition, the right to practice finally fell into the hands of Qingyao, a genius disciple from Maoshan Garden, and Chu Zhenxiong, a genius disciple from Shulou.
Pangu Continent has countless heroes and strong men since ancient times, but there are also people who do evil and do evil. Therefore, the Pangu Killing Order has been passed down since ancient times. Those who hold the Pangu Killing Order are all the pinnacles among the strong and are respected by the world.
As a world saver, Chu Zhenxiong at that time was the holder of the Pangu Killing Order and a contemporary world saver.
Chu Zhenxiong was charitable by nature, elegant and handsome in appearance, and had outstanding martial arts skills. He also acted chivalrously and righteously everywhere, hoeing the strong and helping the weak. His reputation was unparalleled and he was known as the "Mercy Light of Shu Tower".
Qing Yao and Chu Zhenxiong were secretly sent to the Outer Heaven Mansion to practice and understand the magic weapon formation. Chu Zhenxiong was modest, generous and wise in dealing with things, and had the style of a king. Therefore, Qing Yao, who was just in love at that time, greatly admired him.
As the two of them spent more time alone, Qing Yao gradually couldn't help herself, and her admiration for Chu Zhenxiong actually reached a state of insanity.
Hearing Chu Zhenxiong's words and seeing Chu Zhenxiong's smile every day has almost become everything in Qingyao's life, but Chu Zhenxiong is so kind to everyone, he is open-minded and kind-hearted, which makes Qingyao
Yao was very distressed, so she practiced hard and practiced sword fighting just to make Chu Zhenxiong look at her differently and treat her differently.
One day, they were sent to the Baihua Valley for training, and on the way they rescued a group of Qionghua disciples who were besieged by a group of swords, tigers, and tigers. One of the female disciples was particularly dazzling. Her grace was enough to make the sun and the moon dim, and the wind and clouds hide their clumsiness.
Her name is Wan Xilan.
The only descendant of the current leader of the Qionghua Sect, this time their Qionghua disciples went out for training and accidentally fell into a group of tigers. Although there were many disciples with relatively advanced cultivation, there were so many sword tigers that they
He was retreating steadily, gradually becoming exhausted.