Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 234 Shocking Fame! Sword Cry 300 Years Later (Two in One)

The moon shines in the sky, and the night is clear.

When that loud sound rolled, it resounded in all directions.

When that spiritual sense soared to the sky, it was horrifying and impermanent.

In Wangxuan City, almost everyone's eyes were attracted by the strange fluctuations, scattered and scattered, and cast their eyes on the hanging bulletin.

"Li Mo...it's Li Mo..."

Hong Xiaofu screamed in shock, and subconsciously looked at the room where Li Mo was.

The window lattice vibrated, the ground floated, and the trembling dust swirled like a whirlpool, filling the entire courtyard.

"This kid... finally caught up..."

Chen Wangdu clenched his hands tightly, his eyes sparkling brightly.

It is the special envoy of Xuantian Pavilion, who can't help feeling nervous and excited at this moment. For many years, he has worked at the grassroots level and charged at the front line. He thought that his heart was already like a dead fish in the vegetable market, calm and cold as frost. .

However, at this moment, his heartstrings were beating continuously as Li Mo's spiritual sense soared into the sky.

"Luofu Mountain... the Black Sword!?"

Climb to the top of the tower, Ye Bufan listened to the name resounding throughout the city, but he didn't care about it in his cold eyes.

Hei Jian was a character from 300 years ago. The predecessors have passed away, and the descendants are in power.

How could this strongest descendant of Heiming Mountain put a dead man in his eyes?
What's more, the five great mountain gates are high above, how many years have they waited for a black sword?
Even with the title of successor of Luofu Mountain, it is already his limit to get here, before reaching the sky tower, the mountain gates of the world will lose all color.

rumbling...

But the next moment, Ye Bufan's expression changed.

Li Mo's spiritual sense is like the sky and the bright moon, like a mountain turning and grinding, it is deeply imprinted on the hanging bulletin.

"This...this is..."

Ye Bufan's eyes trembled, and he felt a little familiar at this moment.

On the hanging bulletin board, a strange imprint suddenly appeared, like the sky and the universe, in the darkness, only a group of gray phantoms appeared in the center, and the surrounding shadows followed, like ghosts and ghosts.

"The chaos of the black sky is fierce, and a little black ash sits in the center..."

In the Xuantian Pavilion, Wang Lingce could not help being slightly moved when he saw the imprint left by Li Mo.

This Mr. Jiansi has experience in broadcasting, but he has never seen such a strange brand.

Under this black imprint, the golden light imprint of Tianchan Mountain seemed to be eclipsed, the Buddha's light was dimmed, the sound of Sanskrit singing was completely cut off, and the terrifying coercion spread rapidly like a tidal wave on the hanging list.

"evildoer……"

Ascending to the top of the tower, Wu Xiang couldn't help being moved when he saw the scene in front of him, sharpness suddenly appeared in his originally calm eyes.

"My mother...then...what is that...this imprint is about to tear up the hanging bulletin."

"The successors of the five great mountain gates...their imprints can hardly bear it."

"Ye Bufan's imprint... is about to be worn away."

At this moment, voices of astonishment and horror suddenly sounded, and the eyes looking at the hanging bulletin became trembling.

The imprint of the mountain left by Ye Bufan's spiritual sense showed cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The terrifying coercion is still spreading, and the black mark left by Li Mo is domineering and flamboyant, as if it wants to surpass all dharmas.

boom……

Finally, with a loud bang, the imprint of Heimingshan shattered suddenly, and the scattered spiritual sense was directly crushed and wiped out on the hanging list.

"Pfft..."

Ascending to the top of the tower, Ye Bufan spewed out a mouthful of old blood, stepped back several times, and there was a hint of surprise in his quivering eyes.

At that moment just now, he seemed to have returned to the night when the dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and when he met that...

"dirty stuff!?"

Ye Bufan's eyes widened, and he looked at the hanging bulletin in disbelief.

rumbling...

The aura of the black imprint became more and more terrifying, and the overwhelming coercion pressed towards Yaoshen Mountain and Riyue Mountain with unstoppable aggression.

"Arrogance... Do you think you are Black Sword because you came from Luofu Mountain?"

Yue Xiaoxiang's phoenix's eyes were bright, like swords and soldiers intertwined, revealing fierceness and killing.

There is a medicinal fragrance floating around her body, permeating the moonlit night.

In an instant, the imprint of the cauldron furnace on the hanging list glowed with brilliance, like a furnace burning, burning forever, resisting the black imprint for life and death.

"What Luofu Mountain, a small sect, dare to shine here?"

Yue Xiaoxiang continued to sneer, the fragrance of the medicine swayed the bright moon, and the real furnace refined the blackness... At this moment, the spirit of the descendants of the five great sects was undoubtedly revealed.

"Today will make you bow your head."

At this moment, an indifferent voice resounded through Wangxuan City, even though it was contemptuous, it revealed an irreversible majesty.

On the hanging list, the black imprint suddenly changed, and a phantom of a sharp finger and claw protruded from the imprint. Yue Xiaoxiang's real furnace imprint.

"This...this thing is still driving!?"

Everyone was amazed and couldn't believe what they had just seen.

As powerful as Wang Lingce, he couldn't help revealing strange colors at this moment, his name became a seal, and the mysterious seal changed... This was the first time he had seen such a strange reality.

"This little ghost in Luofu Mountain is really weird... how can it be like this?"

Wang Lingce murmured softly, and his expression became extremely strange.

bang bang bang...

There was a sudden explosion, like thunder and mighty waves, the finger and claw protruding from the black mark wrapped around the dragon, and it tore the real furnace mark to pieces under the eyes of everyone.

"Luo Fu Li Mo!"

Ascending to the top of the sky, Yue Xiaoxiang let out a long howl, revealing deep shock and anger, there was no trace of blood on Qingmei's face, and scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, staining Luluo's skirt and gown.

"Why did you call your father?"

Li Mo responded politely, but it made the whole Wangxuan City silent.

Even Chen Wangdu couldn't help looking at the room where Li Mo was.

In Wangxuan City, he was the first one who dared to be so arrogant in front of the disciples of the five great sects.

"You..." Yue Xiaoxiang was short of breath for a moment, her little face flushed instantly.

She was born in a noble family and was high above the ground. Facing the clamor of such a rascal in the market, she didn't know how to respond for a while.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddha's name resounded, shaking the whole field.

On the hanging bulletin board, the bright golden light imprint suddenly became radiant, caused by the golden light, and the evil barriers disappeared, as if the black black imprint seemed to be penetrated by this golden light, and it was as light as dust.

"Meeting is fate, the benefactor should take refuge in our sect."

As he whispered without phase, his voice became louder and louder, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, resonating every word like a scripture, cleansing people's hearts.

In an instant, the golden light shone all over the place, and it actually filled the entire hanging list.

"Okay, I'll let you in."

At this moment, Li Mo responded.

The next moment, the Xuanhei mark flew up suddenly, and directly crashed into the golden light mark.

"The benefactor must not..."

Ascending to the top of the tower, Wu Xiang's face changed slightly, his hands no longer clasped together, and he waved his hands quickly.

"But you are the second uncle of the Buddha." Li Mo responded politely.

boom……

The dark black mark was like an angry bull, with its horns upright, it crashed directly into the golden light mark.

There was only a bang, and the golden light shattered. The surface is so grand and glamorous, but the interior is so vulnerable.

The scarlet blood instantly stained Wuxiang's robe.

"Amitabha……"

Wuxiang proclaimed the Buddha's name, and scolded his mother in his heart.

hum...

Almost instantly, the sun and moon imprint hidden in the corner suddenly activated...

At the moment when the mysterious black mark broke through the golden light, Lin Ming seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

At this moment, Li Mo actually felt a familiar and mixed atmosphere, besides Lin Ming, there was also Wu Zhao who had already died in his hands.

"The five mountain gates should be neat and tidy."

Suddenly, the Xuanhei mark was torn open, like a bloody mouth waiting to be fed.

As soon as the sun and moon mark arrived, it was directly swallowed by the gaping mouth.

"Swallow... swallow..."

"This...you can also ride a horse!?"

"Luofu Mountain...seems like something dirty has happened!?"

This scene has been astonishing, shaking the eye.

"What's going on with this little brat?" Wang Lingce stared blankly at the empty bulletin board.

At this moment, there was only that strange black mark left, which wiped out all the big mountain gates and dominated the top spot.

"grown ups……"

Heipao stood beside him, hesitant to speak, his heart was already full of joy.

Although he was optimistic about Li Mo, he didn't expect that this disciple of Luofu Mountain would be so vigorous, if he didn't make a move, it would shake the whole city.

You know, just now, he no longer had much confidence in the bet with Wang Lingce, and was already planning to surrender.

After all, surrender is only half the loss.

But now, he was planning to move things to Wang Lingce's residence.

"Heiming Mountain, Riyue Mountain, Yaoshen Mountain... and Tianchan Mountain have all been crushed... My mother... why is this scene so familiar?"

"There is a mountain named Luofu in the world, and once the black sword came out... Could it be that after 300 years, there will be a black sword from this vein?"

"It's too cruel, leaving a name on the list, coercing the four major mountain gates, so overbearing that there is no bottom line."

Wangxuan City was filled with ebullition, and everyone felt that this Xuantian Pavilion assessment was extraordinary.

Maybe it will be like 300 years ago, someone came from Luofu Mountain, and the shocking name will overwhelm the world.

"Unexpectedly, after 300 years, I will meet the successor of Luofu again."

At this moment, a soft voice resounded, slowly and slowly, with three parts sighing and seven parts indifferent.

beep, beep...

Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps ascending the building slowly came from the ascending building. Although the sound of each step was light, it went straight to everyone's ears.

The next moment, a young man stood on the top of the Dengtianlou, wearing a green shirt and a broad robe, with an indifferent expression, as if mountains and lakes were hidden in his deep eyes.

"Jiang Chen... he's finally here."

Ye Bufan, Yue Xiaoxiang, Lin Ming... and Wuxiang looked up one after another, looking at the man standing at the highest point, the despondency just now was swept away, as if they had a backbone.

They knew that as long as this man hadn't made a move, the monument of the Five Great Mountain Gates would be unbreakable.

"The strongest successor of Martial Arts Mountain!"

In the Xuantian Pavilion, Wang Lingce looked at the figure standing at the apex, and couldn't help but feel anticipation.

"Brother Dao, please don't hold back." Jiang Chen whispered.

rumbling...

Suddenly, a spiritual sensation rose from Jiang Chen's body to the sky. It was as vague as an abyss, and as vague as clouds in the nine heavens.

"Martial Dao Mountain, Jiang Chen!"

The next moment, a gloomy imprint suddenly appeared, it was an ancient coffin, in which there was silence, and the wilderness appeared.

As soon as it emerged, the aura of the imprint on the coffin suddenly rose sharply, and in an instant, it was evenly matched with Li Mo's black imprint.

"Worthy of being the successor of Martial Dao Mountain."

A sigh came from the room where Li Mo was.

boom……

Immediately, the Xuanhei mark vibrated violently, and directly hit the coffin mark.

"As you wish." Jiang Chen looked indifferent.

Driven by spiritual perception, the imprint on the coffin never escapes, and it meets Li Mo's black imprint.

bang bang bang...

The two terrifying imprints collided violently, and the terrifying coercion turned into reality, causing the entire hanging list to vibrate, and cracks gradually emerged.

"The spiritual sense of these two little guys is so powerful?"

Wang Lingce couldn't help being moved. We must know that spiritual perception is the power of nothingness, which can affect reality with nothingness. This is a leap from quantitative change to qualitative change.

This shows that whether it is Jiang Chen or Li Mo, their level of spiritual perception has far exceeded the level of monks in the same realm.

"You have the courage of the Black Sword, but you don't have the fate of the Black Sword."

Jiang Chen whispered, his eyes narrowed, and the imprint on the coffin suddenly changed.

The ancient phantom loomed in the coffin, as if a great evil was hiding deep inside, containing supreme military might, and the savage corpse aura permeated the desolation, which actually crushed Li Mo's black mark into a ball.

"That's the breath of a fairy..."

"My mother... No wonder there are rumors that Jiang Chen was once instructed by the eight great demons in the world. Now it seems that what he said is true."

"It's amazing, the descendant of Martial Dao Mountain has been contaminated with the breath of a demon, and he has great luck... The descendant of Luofu Mountain is about to suffer."

Everyone was horrified, they only felt that the imprint on the coffin had become very terrifying, even Li Mo's dark imprint would lose its sharpness and be eclipsed.

Sure enough, the mutated imprint on the coffin was almost crushing towards the black imprint, and the corpse's aura was so strong that it wanted to swallow Li Mo's black imprint.

"It's over...Jiang Chen has been enlightened by the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world. In the face of this kind of power, even the posture of defying the sky will be damaged."

Wang Lingce couldn't help sighing, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

In his eyes, Li Mo was already amazing, and it was beyond his expectation that he could reach this step.

It's a pity that he met the even more terrifying Jiang Chen, and he was defeated by this man, and his defeat was glorious.

"Yeah...it's over..." Heipao couldn't help sighing.

rumbling...

Jiang Chen was indifferent and ruthless, and urged the imprint on the coffin to press on Li Mo's black imprint.

"The aftermath of death is there..."

At this moment, Li Mo let out a soft sigh, and the mysterious gray spiritual roots in his dantian suddenly vibrated.

hum...

At almost the same moment, before climbing to the sky, the ancient inscription that had stood for 300 years shook again. The five spiritual swords that had been inserted into the stone tablet by that man blew and screamed in unison, and the terrifying sword intent shot up into the sky, stretching like a mountain in the sky. Hengkong rushed directly into Li Mo's black mark.

"This... this is... the black sword..."

Wang Lingce's complexion changed suddenly, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

The gate of the mountain is only a five-story building, and on this day, before climbing to the sky, there is a sword cry again! ! !

　Not surprisingly, there is another chapter tonight! ! !
　
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