Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1062 Three Thousand Swords

"Shangxian, why are you here?"

The first time he saw Yang Cong, Ao Guang changed his melancholy expression to a festive one.

Yang Cong couldn't bear to expose Ao Guang after seeing it.

"Old Dragon King, has Pindao's weapon been selected?"

"This......"

Hearing this, Ao Guang hesitated for a moment.

"Ok?"

"Okay, alright, the Shangxian came at the right time, Xiaoxian has already prepared the Shangxian's weapon."

Ao Guang felt bitter in his heart, if no one was willing to tell him, otherwise, he would not be so useless.

"Go and get the Three Thousand Swords."

Immediately afterwards, two shrimp soldiers brought up a long wooden box tremblingly.

"Shangxian, please come forward and take a look."

Hearing this, Yang Cong walked up to the wooden box and stretched out his slender hand to unlock the wooden box.

A weird wooden sword.

"This sword?"

Yang Cong looked at Ao Guang with some doubts, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"Shangxian, this sword is called Three Thousand Swords, it is said that it can be turned into Three Thousand Immortal Swords, but Xiaoxian's power is too small to use the true power of this sword."

"Three thousand swords? Three thousand fairy swords? Interesting, one sword breaks all spells, and three thousand swords will kill all souls."

Yang Cong reached out and took the weird wooden sword.

On the handle of the wooden sword, there may be three thousand two characters, which is the name of the sword three thousand swords.

Between the handle and the body of the sword, there is a circular shape, but although it looks weird, it has a feeling of yin and yang.

Yang Cong picked up the Three Thousand Swords, and just when he fully grasped the Three Thousand Swords.

His yin and yang ten thousand methods actually started to work automatically.

"Sure enough, it's about the same as what I thought in my heart."

Eighteen Forms of Peerless Swordsmanship—Wanfa Sword Slash

In an instant, with the Three Thousand Swords in Yang Cong's hand as the center, three thousand identical magic swords were instantly transformed.

However, unlike the Three Thousand Swords in Yang Cong's hands, the rest of the transformed swords were all shimmering with silver light, while the wooden sword was dull and dull.

But Yang Cong will not underestimate this wooden sword because of this, he always feels that this wooden sword has more uses, and it must be more than that.

And with the Three Thousand Swords, the power of Yang Cong's Wanfa Sword Slash can be doubled, which is enough for Yang Cong at present.

Ao Guang on the side was shocked when he saw that Yang Cong had used the power of this sword to evolve the Three Thousand Swords.

"Shangxian is indeed a Shangxian, Xiaoxian admires it."

Although Ao Guang is the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, but now he wants to lower his eyebrows in front of Yang Cong.

"Okay, I am very satisfied with this sword, so I will spare you the crime of procrastination."

Yang Cong glanced at Ao Guang and collected all three thousand swords.

"Thank you, God."

The corners of Ao Guang's mouth trembled, and in the end he just choked out such a sentence.

"By the way, Shangxian has three thousand swords, and Xiaoxian also has a set of golden armor as a gift."

"Golden armor?"

"Come here, quickly bring it to Shangxian."

Yang Cong wears a purple gold battle armor, which has a special flavor.

Originally, this was for Monkey King, but now it is in Yang Cong's hands in disguise.

"It's easy for Shangxian to go!"

After leaving the Dragon King's Palace, Yang Cong returned to Huaguo Mountain.

At this time, the 72-hole demon king has already left, and only his monkey grandson is left.

"The king is back, the king is back."

Seeing Yang Cong's return, the monkeys and grandchildren shouted happily.

"Children, I'm back, your king, haha."

The weapon I just got, and I showed it off in front of the monkeys, naturally made the monkeys admire it very much.

In fact, Yang Cong also thought about getting the Dinghaishen needle. After all, the Dinghaishen needle is a magic weapon, stronger than any suggestion.

But Yang Cong is really not suitable for using sticks.

Now that he has the sword, Yang Cong is actually satisfied. He knows that the Dragon King cannot be forced too much, and the Dragon King is also a person who has no other choice.

"Forget it, now that we have three thousand swords, we no longer need the sea-fixing needle. Having three thousand swords is enough."

What Yang Cong thought was that even if he wanted to get the Dinghaishen Needle, he should take it on the eve of leaving the world.

"Come on, children, let's drink and talk!"

Drinking happily, Yang Cong got his new weapon today, so he was naturally happy.

. . . . . . .

In the dark night, Yang Cong fell asleep on the throne holding the wine jar.

And under the moonlight, two shady figures suddenly appeared.

The two swaying figures slowly turned into reality, and then they stood beside Yang Cong.

But falling asleep at this time, the defenseless Yang Cong didn't know at all that the two put a chain that exuded the breath of death on him.

"Walk."

In a coma, Yang Cong seemed to hear someone calling him to go, pulling him forward.

For some reason, Yang Cong just obeyed and was taken away without any resistance.

But when Yang Cong came to his senses and opened his eyes, the world around him changed.

"here is?"

Before Yang Cong could think about it, the two ghost faces on both sides of him pulled the iron chain wrapped around him and walked forward.

Yang Cong has come to his senses now, he quickly sensed the surrounding world, and after looking at the surrounding situation, he still doesn't know what happened.

"Damn it, some brats dare to bully me."

Yang Cong exerted all his strength, and all the chains that were originally wrapped around his body were broken.

"This, this, this..."

The two little ghosts who had been lifted up looked at Yang Cong in shock.

"roll!"

Yang Cong waved a golden light away, and the two little ghosts were cut in half by Yang Cong, and disappeared into the world.

"I was still thinking about how to enter the underworld, and now I am coming in, it really helps me, haha."

Even though Yang Congdang took out the three thousand swords, he directly grabbed a little ghost, asked about the location of King Yama, and then quickly rushed to where he was going - the Hall of Yama.

Along the way, many Yin soldiers appeared to try to stop Yang Cong, but they were all beaten to death by Yang Cong's sword.

Those ghosts were dispersed by the Three Thousand Swords, and the scattered souls were also absorbed by the Three Thousand Swords. This surprised Yang Cong.

But just when he was wondering, there appeared in front of him like a flood of ghost soldiers and ghost generals.

"Come on, kill yourself!"

Yang Cong raised the Three Thousand Swords in his hand and went to kill the Yin soldiers in the flood.

The shadow of the sword, the shadow of the sword, and the sky, every minute and every second, dozens or even hundreds of Yin soldiers are sucked into the three thousand swords.

In the end, when Yang Cong killed the last ghost general, Yang Cong seemed like a lifetime away.

"go with!"

Yang Cong yelled, and a black air was rushed out of his body instantly. This black air fled and disappeared in the entire dark world in an instant.

"You son of a bitch, you still want to invade me and die."

Holding the Three Thousand Swords in his hand, Yang Cong aimed directly at the Temple of Yama.

(End of this chapter)