Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Waiting for Xiao Shan, who was wearing a Taoist robe with a yellow talisman on his leg, ran through the mountains and forests, and returned to the mountain village.

The whole mountain village was dead silent.

The cooking smoke has long since stopped.

"what--"

Xiaoshan, or Agni, roared wildly, and tears flowed from his eyes.

Zhao Yang silently looked at the grief-stricken raging fire.

On the second day after the fire left, the mountain village had no food.

The last few men went hunting in the mountains and never came back.

Zhao Yang followed them and watched them sitting exhausted under a cliff, never getting up again.

Zhao Yang returned to the mountain village and watched the wind and snow fall, completely obliterating the last wisp of smoke.

"You've seen it all, right?" Lie Huo raised his head, not knowing whether to say it to Zhao Yang or to himself.

He dug a big hole in the threshing floor and buried everyone in it.

Going back to the raging fire of Zongmen, he knelt down in front of the old Taoist.

Zhao Yang stood beside him, watching the old man hand him a thin book.

"Flame Sword Art".

Holding the sword formula in both hands, Agni kowtowed to the old Taoist, then turned and left.

Sitting cross-legged in his room, Agni opened the sword formula.

In addition to figures flying with swords, there are lines of small characters on this sword formula.

"Read it to me." Agni spread out the book and said in a low voice.

Zhao Yang looked at the words on the book, and read aloud: "The heaven and the earth were first opened, the flames burned the world, and the sun hangs in the sky..."

Following Zhao Yang's prayers, Agni's figure flickered, a long sword fluttered in his hand, and his figure continued to flow.

A set of "Flame Sword Jue" was displayed in front of Zhao Yang, as if a celestial fire passed down from the eternal time, burning through time, space and time.

"boom--"

A ten-foot-long monster was cut in two by the flaming sword light.

"Boom!"

A fiery dragon flying tens of feet long melted all the snow in the surrounding mountains and forests.

Zhao Yang followed Li Huo, watching him holding a long sword, stirring up thousands of flames, step by step from body refinement to Qi refinement, from foundation establishment to golden elixir.

And in this process, the world is getting colder and colder, and the living space for human beings is getting smaller and smaller.

All the people kept retreating, and most of them died on the way of migration.

At this time, Li Huo had become the strongest person in the sect, took the sect token given to him by the old Taoist priest, and went to the gathering of practitioners in the northern region.

"300 years ago, the Dragon King of the North Binhai was wounded by the Great Master of the World. In order to heal his wounds, he entrenched in the center of the North Territory, changed the laws of heaven and earth, and turned the North Territory into a piece of ice. extinct."

A tall sword cultivator shouted loudly, his blood and spiritual power rising like smoke.

"Sword Master, Ao Sheng, the sea demon king of the North Coast, is beyond our ability to deal with." A black-robed practitioner stood up and said with some hesitation: "Immortals like the Great Master of the World have all fallen. Can we deal with them?" what to do?"

"I look down on you demon cultivators the most. You all call the demon king to come into the world, but you don't take any responsibility." Li Huo stood up and looked at the demon cultivator with contempt.

"This statement is true. The world is like hell. If I don't fight, how can I really wait for King Ming to rule the world?" A monk in a bright yellow cassock said loudly.

After the commotion, the sword master above waved his hand and pressed down: "From today onwards, the Northern Territory sword cultivators have formed an alliance, the demon king will not be eliminated, and the sword will not return to its sheath!"

As his voice fell, countless sword lights rose up, heading straight for the center of the Northern Territory.

Zhao Yang finally saw the real Daxue Mountain.

A towering ice-snow mountain peak reaching into the sky, on which hovers a five-clawed demon dragon.

This dragon is ten thousand feet long, its eyes are squinted, and every time it breathes out, a large amount of ice and snow is exhaled.

"Roar--"

Seeing countless sword lights coming, the demon dragon opened his eyes and roared.

The flowing clouds in the sky shattered, and countless streamers shot out, tearing the bodies of many sword cultivators apart.

"Ji Liusheng, you dare to challenge me!"

The giant dragon roared wildly, and spit out a torrent of frost from its mouth. The frost stained the sword, and the sword shattered. When it stained the body, the body turned into an ice sculpture.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

With the sound of the Buddha's name, a phantom of a vajra with angry eyes soared into the sky, with the king's seal in its hand, and smashed it down fiercely.

"Bam—"

A corner of the towering snow mountain was smashed down.

With a sweep of the monster dragon's long tail, King Kong's phantom was swept away.

"If King Ming's real body comes, this king will turn around and leave. With your little skill, it's not enough to watch!" The monster dragon roared wildly, opened its mouth and sucked in several golden figures into its mouth.

"The taste of you Buddhist practitioners is really good, at least the soul is pure, and this relic is delicious enough as a snack." The demon dragon grinned, and waved its dragon claws to take pictures of all the practitioners who approached.

"The demon dragon will die—"

With a wave of the long sword in the sword master's hand, a golden light cut the snow-capped mountain under the Dragon King into two pieces.

"Ji Liusheng, you are looking for death!" The demon dragon roared in panic, seeing the snow mountain collapse and several wounds on the demon dragon's body split open.

The demon dragon roared up to the sky, countless icy breaths condensed between the sky and the earth, and the entire northern region was frozen.

Li Huo held a long sword in his hand, let out a loud roar, his body turned into a beam of light, and endless flames descended.

It's a pity that the raging fire quickly melted under the pressure of the icy cold breath.

"Hey, since my Northern Territory was separated from the Tianxuan World, the human race on it has been suffering a lot. Today, I, Ji Liusheng, opened up a part of the world for my human race to comfort the common people—" the sword master looked up to the sky and sighed, and moved forward with the long sword in his hand. Tan, the whole world was split in half.

Then he reached out and grabbed a black stone in his hand.

"Beiyu, Jianxiu, the tomb of Ji Liusheng." He stretched out his hand to carve these words, then threw the stone tablet into the sky, and his figure faded away.

The stele fell into the void, and below it was a three-zhang tomb, covered with green grass.

"Haha, since the sword master is willing to use his body to suppress the demon dragon, why is the poor monk afraid of this body?" A tall monk put his hands together, strode forward, and sat cross-legged, a grave was pressed down from him.

Taoist.

magic repair.

Sword repair.

A series of tombs were erected and connected together, becoming the last verdant place in this world.

The demon dragon's body was getting lower and lower, and it kept roaring, but it was slowly pressed down.

"Bei Bin Sea Monster Clan listens to the order, hurry up and help this king get out of trouble!" the monster dragon shouted, and countless monster clans rushed from the sea.

"Get out of trouble? Ao Sheng, you will never have a chance to get out of trouble!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded, and the figure of a practitioner in a white robe emerged.

"Pu Shi, are you alive?"

The demon king looked at the person in front of him in horror and exclaimed.

"The merit of killing the demon king, ascending to the position of immortal, and seeing all the prosperity of the world, is not in vain to cultivate for a lifetime!" Every time the Universal Master said a word, his figure moved forward, and when he finished speaking, he stepped forward and pressed on the The top of the dragon's head.

"I'm not reconciled, you never want to enslave my soul!" The monster dragon roared, its scales and armor spread out, and countless qi and blood flew out.

"I want to let my blood flow on the earth, you will never have the chance!"

"Bam—"

The body of the monster dragon was broken into several pieces, the largest piece of which was left under countless tombs. The Universal Venerable held the dragon's head and flew away.

The demon clan of the Northern Territory quickly retreated, and with the nourishment of the blood of the demon dragon, the creatures on the land of the Northern Territory could gradually resist the severe cold, and those human races that were contaminated with the blood of the demon dragon split up, and they were called the spirit demon clan.