Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

At the moment when Ji Cangsheng appeared and Zhuge Hengtian showed his soul, a giant dragon's roar resounded through the world.

With the sound of the dragon's roar, the sky and the earth changed color, and endless clouds rose into the sky.

Everyone turned around and looked up at the sky.

A dark gray cloud dragon that covered the whole world poked its head out from the sky, its huge eyes fixed on Ji Cangsheng and Zhuge Hengtian.

"Haha, Ji Cangsheng, you finally showed up. Unfortunately, after today, you may only be refined by this king, and you will never be freed forever!" Yunlong roared wildly, and his figure dissipated, revealing a man wearing a black dragon armor. Tall and strong.

This person has a broad forehead and a broad nose, is nearly ten feet tall, holds a big black gun, and has lightning-like eyes.

"Ji Cangsheng, it's a pity, you and I have been fighting for so many years, and you still lost in the end. Not only did you perish, but your Daxue Mountain will also be destroyed." Speaking of this, this person laughed: "Xue Rou Still chose me!"

"Ao Lie." Zhuge Hengtian looked at the laughing figure and said in a low voice.

Is this the Demon King of the North Sea, Ao Lie, the Flood Dragon King?Looking at the maniacally laughing figure, Zhao Yang's mood sank slightly.

This demon king has always been Ji Cangsheng's life-and-death enemy until today, when he actually saw Ji Cangsheng emerge from the Tao.With such a city, coupled with unparalleled strength, the people in the Northern Territory are worrying.

Turning his head, Zhao Yang looked at Ji Cangsheng behind him.

Three strands of long beard, although gray hair, but neatly combed, fastened by a white jade hairpin.Wearing a blue Taoist robe, simple and capable, with narrow sleeves, he can draw a sword.

With a straight face and long eyebrows, when this guy was young, he must have looked like a chivalrous man full of sword spirit, and he might have captivated the hearts of many girls.

Inexplicably, Zhao Yang had these thoughts.

At this moment, Ji Cangsheng seemed to sense something, turned his head, looked at Zhao Yang and smiled slightly.

Zhao Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Ji Cangsheng has ruled the Northern Territory for 10 years. In addition to his own strength, his wisdom and thoughts are definitely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Such a person has absolutely already made arrangements for himself after he transforms into a Tao.

It is definitely not the only choice to hand over the Daxue Mountain to Zhuge Hengtian.And he had definitely foreseen the choice of this scene.

"Brother Ji, how about I meet this old dragon?" Zhuge Hengtian held a big sword and pointed it at the black-armored demon king in the sky.

This old guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp either!
Zhao Yang sighed slightly in his heart, Zhuge Hengtian was clearly trying to test Ji Cangsheng to see what kind of backhand he had.

"Hehe, save some effort." Ji Cangsheng waved his hand, looked at the demon king Ao Lie, and said indifferently: "Ao Lie, I Ji Cangsheng is the Dao of Transformation, and the Daxue Mountain can also suppress the Northern Territory, so you have no chance to become enlightened."

As he spoke, he raised his arms, and the hills behind him roared, and the originally green hillside turned into barren, and mottled tombstones appeared one after another.

There are so many tombstones that there is no end in sight.

At this time, in front of each tombstone was a person sitting cross-legged, holding a long sword in his hand and sitting with his eyes closed.

Sword Mound!

This is the tomb of the sword cultivator, and in each tomb is a sword cultivator who has reached the state of leaving his body.

Only by cultivating to the state of leaving the body and mastering the laws of the Dao can one enter the Sword Tomb after death.

"Haha, Ji Cangsheng, you are already transformed, can Daxue Mountain prevent me from becoming enlightened?" Ao Lie laughed wildly, pointed his big gun in his hand, and shouted: "When I break the sword mound and dig out your bones, Then refine your remnant soul!"

With a sneer on Ji Cangsheng's face, he raised his foot and stomped hard.

"boom--"

The entire land collapsed, and the originally green hills scattered one after another, revealing the objects buried under them.

This is a cyan body of an unknown dragon.

That piece of scales has a radius of nearly ten feet.

There is only one part of the dragon's body, and it can be seen that bright red blood flows from the broken part.

Every drop of blood fell, and a roar could be heard.

This is a real dragon!Even if the remnant body was here, the moment it appeared, everyone felt a shock in their hearts, and a feeling of being suppressed for no reason and wanting to worship.

Seeing the remnant body of the dragon clan, Ao Lie in the distance roared wildly, turned into a streamer, and charged straight at him.

"Haha, the body of a real dragon, my good fortune, Ao Lie, is here!"

Ao Lie jumped down, but he didn't directly land on the dragon's body, but disappeared in a light curtain.

Ji Cangsheng looked at Zhao Yang, Wu An and the others beside him, and said indifferently: "All the sword bearers in Daxue Mountain are looking for opportunities in the sword mound. There are more than 13 swords here. If you refine all the swords, it's not bad. Do not suppress this dragon body." He turned around and walked step by step towards the forest of tombstones.

"If Ao Lie successfully refines the dragon body and evolves into a dragon clan before you refine all the swords in the sword mound, then let him go to the Northern Territory..."

Seeing Ji Cangsheng going to Jianzhong, the two disciples of Mozong looked at each other and followed quietly.

Ji Cangsheng is not the strongest in Daxue Mountain for tens of thousands of years, but for nearly 10 years, no one in the Northern Territory has surpassed him.If he can get his approval and his inheritance, he will surely soar into the sky.

"Zhao Yang, do you like my sword?"

Seeing Ji Cangsheng leave, Zhuge Hengtian turned his head and said softly.

There was a trace of earnestness in his eyes.

Zhuge Hengtian couldn't see through Zhao Yang's talent and the strength behind him.If he had a choice, he would not choose Zhao Yang.

But at this moment, Zhao Yang is the best choice.

Not only Zhuge Hengtian, but Wu An and Mu Canghe beside him also looked at Zhao Yang.

Zhuge Hengtian wasn't considered tyrannical, but at his peak, he was also the strongest sequence in the world.

With his inheritance, coupled with the combination of Xuanci's way, Zhao Yang will definitely improve his strength, and in this chaotic northern region, he will immediately have the power to protect himself.

This is a solid choice.

"Senior, this junior still wants to visit the Sword Tomb." Zhao Yang looked at Zhuge Hengtian and said softly.

Zhuge Hengtian nodded, did not speak, dragged his long sword, and walked towards the sword mound step by step.

"Qin Bingzhi, what happened to Lingxue was an accident." Mu Canghe, holding the scabbard in his hand, turned his head to look at Wu'an, and said in a low voice.

Hearing Mu Canghe's words, the long sword hovering behind Wu'an groaned, as if in response, telling Wu'an that Mu Canghe was right.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and there is no shore to turn around." Wu An clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly.

Mu Canghe sighed softly, shook his head, and walked towards the sword mound with the scabbard in his hand.

"I'll go and return the scabbard."

Zhao Yang nodded, and looked at Wu An who also looked up at him: "In this sword mound, what can defeat the demon king Ao Lie?"

Wu An froze for a moment, then fell into the dusk again.

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Yang knew it in his heart.In the Sword Tomb, there are secrets.

That's why No Shore came here.

It's just that this secret may not be so easy to keep.

When Zhao Yang strode away, Wu An just raised his head, stretched out his hand and lightly pressed on the hilt of Ling Xue's sword.

"Great Elder, you said that you can save Ling Xue, right?" Wu An seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be telling someone.

"Once I get the King Ming's magic sword, I will restore Lingxue. Don't worry, she is also my beloved junior." Qingli's voice sounded, and a graceful figure appeared not far in front of Wu'an.

Although this person is wearing a veil, he can still fascinate those who see him.

Wu An lowered his head and pushed the long sword.

With a buzzing sound, the sword flew out reluctantly and landed in the hands of the person in front of him.

Then Wu'an walked slowly towards the sword mound.

"Ji Cangsheng, what you owed me back then, you can't escape." Qingli's voice sounded low, but there was no one here, only endless tombstones in the distance.