Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"You forced me!"

Hua Fengyuan let out a painful roar, and his figure continued to rise, with scales and bone spurs all over his body exposed from his robe.

"I just want to be an ordinary practitioner, I just want to refine a magic weapon, I just want to—"

"You just want to live, don't you?" Mu Canghe's face remained unchanged, and there was a trace of spiritual light on the decayed long sword in his hand.

This spiritual light is getting brighter and brighter, making the originally dim space suddenly bright as day.

"Alive...alive..."

Hua Fengyuan seemed to be awakened all of a sudden, with a roar, he turned into a black gust of wind and fled away.

Mu Canghe glanced at a certain place at the bottom of the valley, and with a whistle of the long sword, he left with his figure and chased him out.

At the bottom of the valley, except for those disciples of the Huiyan Sword Sect who were lying on the ground and gradually lost their voices, there was only a trace of wind.

"This Hua Fengyuan is a master of the second rank of Jindan, and he has the body of a demon. Normally, he wouldn't run away in such a desperate situation, right?"

A voice came from the void, and a figure stepped out of it.

Zhao Yang.

Just escaped with the help of the game world, and then he reappeared after hiding here.

It's just that Mu Canghe discovered his hiding place, and the glance just now pointed him out.

"I remembered, this kid is the one who carries the sword in Daxue Mountain." Patriarch Tianhong seemed to recall a moment, and said in a low voice: "Take the sword as your heart, and your body as your sword. A person is a sword, and a sword is a person."

Sword man, bitch?
Zhao Yang couldn't help but think of these two words in his mind.

"No wonder this kid looks weird. It turns out that his cultivation base is all on the sword behind him. That sword is his root."

Seeming to have discovered something interesting, Patriarch Tianhong said again: "That sword is his golden elixir, he has already made it."

There is such a golden core?
Thinking about it carefully, Zhao Yang shook his head, he could only admit that the world is so big and full of wonders.

"Don't underestimate the sword-bearers of the Snow Mountain. They are the most direct disciples of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect. They live as humans and die as swords. His rotten long sword may have been passed down for thousands of years, and it hides an unknown amount of power. .”

The ancestor of Tianhong talked about the story of the sword-bearer in Daxue Mountain.

It turned out that the man carrying the sword carried the inheritance.

Only the descendants of the most direct descendants of Daxue Mountain are eligible to go to the top of the Snow Mountain to find a long sword left by their predecessors when they died, and carry it on their backs.

In this long sword, there are senior Zuohua's cultivation base, soul imprint, and even memory and consciousness.

According to Zhao Yang's understanding, when the seniors of Daxue Mountain were sitting, they integrated everything into their long swords and turned them into sword spirits.The sword spirit chooses the disciples of the younger generation to assist, to continue the inheritance of the sect.

Inexplicably, he thought of Tianjian Baiyu.

This is somewhat similar to the sword bearer in Tianjian Baiyu. Didn't Tianjian also want to leave his inheritance behind?
The inherited disciples of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect are called sword bearers. They have obtained the legacy of their predecessors, and their cultivation is far superior to that of their peers.

Such a person's combat power is beyond the reach of outsiders.

"But the sword also binds him. Only one day, when he surpasses the long sword behind him in terms of cultivation base, soul, and experience, can he truly find his own way."

The ancestor of Tianhong said with some sighs.

Zhao Yang nodded, just like himself before, everything was obtained by golden fingers, and the real understanding of practice is still too little.

One step at a time, I missed a lot of scenery.

"However, seeing that this kid's sword has decayed to such an extent, he may have gained a lot of benefits from it. When the sword is completely decayed, he will practice his own way of swordsmanship." Zhao Yang's whole body was shocked by Tianhong Patriarch's words.

kendo.

This is not the first time he has heard the word kendo.

Hong Yuanzi said it before, and said that this was something he dared not hope for.

The avenue of the sword is above the law of the sword.

Silently keeping these things in his heart, Zhao Yang quietly left the valley.

In such a short time, he witnessed the destruction of an eighth-rank sect with his own eyes.

The reason is all due to the greed of its suzerain Hua Fengyuan.

In order to obtain a powerful magic weapon, he destroyed the sect and himself.

This is the practice world, one thought of heaven and one thought of hell.

Zhao Yang went in the same direction as those monks left.

"boom--"

After only a few miles, Zhao Yang heard a loud noise coming from ahead.His complexion changed, his figure accelerated, and he ran forward.

Not long after walking, he saw several corpses lying beside the road.

Going forward to check, his face became even uglier.

These are the guests who participated in the performance of the Huiyan Sword Sect before. They were released by those monks, but at this time, they all died here.

Zhao Yang said casually before, asking those monks to take them away, which was considered a kindness, but unexpectedly, they were all dead at this moment.

"The magic tricks, all of them have been drawn out of their souls."

The voice of Tianhong Patriarch resounded.

Zhao Yang flew away, and the roar in front was even louder.

After running for tens of miles, there was an open ice field in front of him, and a golden sanskrit formation stood in it, surrounded by countless monsters, and many demon cultivators with black energy around them.

"Just because you bald donkeys dare to meddle in my ancestor Heichi's business? Today, the ancestor refined all your spirits and souls to help me achieve great magic!" With a wild roar, a dark figure floated in the air, commanding Those monsters besieged the golden sanskrit formation.

In Zhao Yang's eyes, the golden light on the formation gradually dimmed, and cracks appeared one after another, and then were repaired again.

"Go, get out of here—"

In the center of the formation, a white-haired Qin Bingzhi hugged a figure with the same white hair in his arms, roaring with sadness all over his face.

Zhao Yang could tell that the white-haired figure was wearing a wedding dress.

"Ming Wang is the master of the world! My Dalun Mingwang Temple has never had anyone who escaped from the monster!" With the sound of the Buddha, the tall monk stood up, untied the round Buddha beads hanging around his neck, and hung them on the Qin Dynasty. Neck of ice.

The Buddha beads emitted a faint golden light, covering Qin Bingzhi and the figure in his arms.

"What are you going to do? Save me? Come on, as long as you can save her, I'll become a monk with you!" Qin Bing yelled wildly, tears of blood streaming down his eyes.

"I can't save her, but I can save you." The tall monk clasped his hands together, his eyes showing a hint of compassion: "That kid is right, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and today, I will build a pagoda. "

"Om-"

Following his words, streaks of golden Buddha light on his body spread in all directions, instantly expanding the originally dim Sanskrit sound array several times, covering all the besieging monsters in it.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the eyes of those monsters covered in the golden Sanskrit sound array are all dull, their originally ferocious expressions become dull, their eyebrows and eyes gradually droop, and slowly, they lose their voices.

The Sanskrit sound array was still expanding, and the demon cultivator Heichi floating in the air showed panic in his eyes, his figure flashed, and he fled into the distance.

"Brother-"

In the big formation, there was a mournful cry, and I saw that the figure of the tall monk spreading golden light gradually became unreal at this time, and a golden lump appeared on top of his head.

"This is the scary thing about Buddhist cultivation. They are not afraid of death..." Tianhong muttered.