Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 235 The Spirit of the Eight Demon Immortals!The No. [-] Sword in the World ([-] in [-])

The mountain gate is no more than a five-story building, and you can listen to the sword chant before climbing to the sky.

300 years ago, the black sword was born out of nowhere, and before ascending to the sky, the five mountain gates fell silent, and the world's favorite people bowed their heads in shock.

300 years later, the ancient stele shook, and the sound of the sword was heard again.

"The black sword has become holy... My mother, it's been 300 years... Can this man's sharpness be reappeared in the world?"

"The aftermath of death is... a legend in life, and even more powerful after death."

"In Wangxuan City that day, there was also the sound of swords in front of the sky tower... Could it be because of Luo Fu Li Mo!?"

"It's really possible for you to say that... This son is not only a disciple of Luofu, but also a successor of the Black Sword."

The city of Wangxuan was completely boiling, one after another exclamation resounded, and the trembling eyes were mixed with complicated expressions.

At this moment, Li Mo's name became extraordinary in the eyes of everyone.

If it's just a disciple of Luofu Mountain, then it's nothing.

After all, it was just a dilapidated mountain gate living in a remote place, not to mention being compared with giants like the Five Great Mountain Gates, and even among the many mountain gates in the world, it was not a popular one.

However, the identity of the heir of the black sword is quite different. After 300 years, he will be famous and precious.

rumbling...

On the hanging list, the black imprint suddenly changed, and the majestic sword intent seemed to touch the blue sky, completely cutting off the corpse energy around it.

"Heir of the Black Sword!"

Ascending to the top of the tower, Jiang Chen's eyes darkened slightly, and he suddenly looked into the distance, as if looking for Li Mo's figure in Wangxuan City.

"You have the aura of a fairy, and I have the true meaning of the black sword."

Li Mo's voice suddenly sounded, like the chant of swords soaring to the sky, echoing over the small courtyard in Beicheng.

"My mother, Brother Li is so fierce? So he has such a big background?"

Feeling the vast and infinite aura, Shang Xujian felt his body go weak.

This [Emperor Yuhuang] who created all kinds of legends in Longyuan Mansion, even when he came to Wangxuan City, his sharpness remained the same.

At this moment, he finally knew why Li Mo was so powerful here, so brave and diligent, ignoring all the enemies ahead.

There is no other reason, because he is the heir of the black sword.

"A blockbuster...he finally stopped keeping a low profile..."

Chen Wangdu couldn't help sighing, he knew that Li Mo had been suppressed for too long.

Since entering Wangxuan City, this child has been honest and honest, kept a low profile, behaved with patience, and never caused trouble or trouble outside.

This kind of temperament is much stronger than Hong Xiaofu and others.

However, the sharpness is restrained, and there will be a day when it will explode.

Today is the day when Li Mo shows his edge.

"The successor of the black sword, it is better to show up and fight."

At this moment, Jiang Chen's voice came from the ascending tower.

As soon as the words fell, everyone couldn't help being moved. The implication of this Martial Daoshan heir was to have a real confrontation with Li Mo, a life-and-death battle.

In his eyes, being on the list is a competition of will, a competition of spiritual perception, and cannot reveal a person's true cultivation and strength.

In a real battle, a life-and-death fight, you can see who is the peak of the mountain gate in this world.

"Worthy of being the successor of Martial Dao Mountain, the courage is so great that it can only be seen by life and death."

Wang Lingce's eyes were pierced with strange light, and his eyes were full of splendor.

At this point, Jiang Chen still has absolute confidence in being able to overwhelm everything, even if the name of the successor of the black sword is nothing but vain to him.

"Can……"

Li Mo whispered and responded: "Wait until I convince you."

As soon as the words fell, the mysterious black imprint suddenly appeared, like a spirit sword flying across the sky, it shattered the heavy corpse aura on the hanging inscription, and slashed towards the coffin imprint.

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, and the imprint on the coffin vibrated violently, there was a clear and wonderful sound of bells, lights hung from the four corners, and a mysterious figure appeared in the trance, who was actually facing the black sword.

"Aura of a fairy!"

"The true meaning of the black sword!"

Everyone was terrified, and in Wangxuan City, one after another spiritual perception intertwined, chaotic and chaotic, staring at the hanging bulletin.

rumbling...

At this moment, the two imprints collided suddenly, the ancient coffin was dark and mysterious, the corpse's aura was everywhere, and the figure was like a temple god's fetus, suddenly showing aura.

The black sword is unparalleled, the true meaning is floating, the majestic evil spirit is mottled and scattered, and the crowd becomes fierce.

There was only a loud bang, and there was a faint flickering light. The hanging bulletin board suddenly exploded in front of everyone's eyes, and turned into fragments, scattered and fluttering.

"Spiritual perception into a seal, nothing is real...they were able to break through the hanging text?"

"It's amazing...it's amazing...The spiritual perception of these two people has reached the realm of using the emptiness to transform the reality, so they can control all kinds of dharmas, and they will never be disadvantaged."

"Who wins and who loses? Hurry... let's see..."

At this moment, on the Tianlou, Ye Bufan, Yue Xiaoxiang, Lin Ming, Wu Ping and other masters activated their spiritual senses one after another, wanting to see the final result of this battle.

Before climbing to the sky, the ancient inscription was still shaking.

In the scattered smoke and dust, a ray of black light was faintly scattered, and cracks appeared in the ancient coffin, and finally turned into fragments and scattered, like light and dust, annihilated as nothing.

"Luofu Mountain...Li Mo..."

Ascending to the Tianlou, Jiang Chen's complexion turned pale slightly, his sharp eyes were like unsheathed blades, frantically searching for the hidden figure in Wangxuan City.

"Did you lose? Jiang Chen..."

"After 300 years, Luofu Mountain once again overwhelmed the five great mountain gates!?"

"The mountain gate is only a five-storied building, and you will bow your head when you see Luo Fu... Is this the cycle of nightmares?"

Inside the Dengtian Tower, there was a gloomy cloud, stronger than Ye Bufan, Yue Xiaoxiang, Lin Ming, and Wu Ping all looked solemn, unbelievable.

Even in their dreams, Jiang Chen, who is known as the strongest descendant of the world's mountain sect, is no match for the unknown Li Mo.

"It doesn't mean anything. I will beat this person in a life-and-death battle."

Lin Ming let out a roar, as if he did not approve of such a result.

The seal of spiritual perception is only a consideration of will, and the real life-and-death fight is the verification of cultivation and combat power.

However, for the monster catchers from various mountain gates in Wangxuan City, the competition just now was quite shocking, which is enough to explain the problem.

"Li Mo... Li Mo of Luofu...he stood at the end..."

"Jiang Chen's brand is no match for the successor of the Black Sword..."

"So... can it be understood as the spirit of a demon fairy..."

"Don't talk about it, I didn't hear anything, so be careful, the eight great demons in the world are high above, and they will definitely respond when they recite their real names."

"What are you afraid of? This is Wangxuan City. Are you still afraid that the Eight Great Demon Immortals will come? An existence of that level will not easily set foot in the world of mortals."

In Wangxuan City, there were discussions everywhere, and a sneer sneered, mentioning the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world.

boom……

The next moment, there was a crisp sound, that was the sound of the separation of flesh and blood, that was the sound of five viscera exploding, that was the sound of the human body turning into blood mist...

"For 300 years, the Black Sword still has heirs alive, it's really a trick of good fortune..."

At this moment, an indifferent voice resounded faintly, like a floating bell, spreading throughout the entire Wangxuan City.

"This...this is..."

"My mother... what is that?"

"The sky... has it fallen?"

At this moment, everyone looked up, their eyes trembled, and they felt deeply incredible.

The clouds hanging from the sky enveloped the entire Wangxuan City, slowly converging together, like a skull, opening its bloody mouth, faintly threatening to swallow the entire city.

"This... what kind of supernatural power is this!?"

Wang Lingce's voice trembled, and he rushed out of Xuantian Pavilion, his eyeballs almost fell out.

Even with the [Shangmiao Realm] cultivation base, at this moment, the Lord Jiansi still felt boundless fear. In front of such visions, he was as insignificant as an ant, as if life and death were no longer in his hands.

"Where is the evildoer, dare to act presumptuously in Wangxuan City."

At this moment, a sharp roar came from outside the city, full of shock and anger.

"Ming Chengjun...that's the commander of the patrol battalion, a strong man in the spiritual realm." Someone exclaimed, recognizing the origin of the voice.

Not long ago, the Patrol Battalion and Xuantian Pavilion organized the "Hundred Days Swearing-in Swearing-in Conference", and Ming Chengjun also delivered an important speech at the meeting.

This great commander also possesses the [Shangmiao Realm] cultivation base, which is enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Wang Lingce.

"The morals of the world have changed... These days, people in the Spiritual Breath Realm dare to speak loudly."

The indifferent woman's voice resounded again, and as soon as the words fell, there was a scream from outside the city, and the blood mist filled the air, rising into the sky, like a scarlet streak across the sky, illuminating the bright moon sky.

"Dead...dead!?"

Wang Lingce's old face had already turned pale with fright. Ming Chengjun was a strong man with the same strength as him. He was at the fifth stage of spiritual breath, and he was among the top seedlings. He could be regarded as the backbone, but he was wiped out almost instantly.

What kind of power is this?
What kind of cultivation is this?
"My mother... this... did this attract that big boss?"

Wang Lingce's face trembled, and he subconsciously raised his head to look up. The skulls turned into the clouds hanging from the sky were getting lower and lower, and the whole Wangxuan City was within the range of the big mouth that opened.

At this moment, an ancient bronze coffin slowly emerged from the clouds.

Seeing this scene, Wang Lingce's calf went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

"My lord...you..." The black robe hurried forward to help.

Wang Lingce was trembling, as if seeing a ghost, pointing at the bronze coffin in the sky, muttering softly.

"The Eight Great Demon Immortals in the World...then...that is Beisha Xuanzang..."

"what?"

Heipao's complexion changed suddenly, his legs softened, and he sat down on Wang Lingce's face.

Who would have thought that [North Demon Xuanzang], one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world, would appear in such a majestic manner in a human city, in this Wangxuan City.

At this moment, even Jiang Chen's expression changed.

He never dreamed that [Northern Demon Xuanzang] would be so majestic, so horrifying, without taboos, appearing in the world of mortals, oppressing the whole city with such a fierce posture.

"Heir of the Black Sword... come with me."

The ancient bronze coffin slowly emerged from the clouds, and the terrifying coercion made the whole Wangxuan City tremble.

The Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world have the ability to destroy the world, and their power is strong enough to wipe out the entire city in an instant.

"Brother Li...you...you are too awesome...this Lord is here for you."

In the small courtyard of Beicheng, Shang Xujian looked at Li Mo who came out of the house, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was full of admiration.

"Did you eat garlic at night? What's there to envy about losing your life?"

Li Mo's heart was pounding, and his complexion became abnormally solemn.

A boss of this level is superior, doesn't he remember that he dug the other party's ancestral grave?How could it be noticed by such a master?
"Let's go."

Suddenly, that contemptuous voice resounded in Li Mo's ears, and the next moment, he was already in the clouds, and the ancient bronze coffin was within reach.

"My mother...you step on a horse..."

"Ok?"

"I mean you old man..."

Li Mo's complexion changed suddenly, and he faintly felt the fluctuation of life in the ancient bronze coffin.

"It's not good, the successor of the Black Sword has been captured."

At this moment, someone exclaimed, and as soon as the words fell, he exploded on the spot with a "bang", turning into a blood mist and dissipating.

"Bei Sha...haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so decisive."

Suddenly, in Wangxuan City, a ray of golden light soared into the sky, turning into a splayed scroll, from which countless scripture scriptures and scriptures flew out, and a figure appeared, hunting in white robes, a Buddhist monk Tongxuan.

"Monk King!?"

The bronze coffin turned its head and aimed at the shining golden figure.

"Beisha, the place where you haven't entered the capital for 18 years, is this how you welcome your old friend!?"

The solemn voice echoed in the sky above Wangxuan City, causing the pressure on everyone's body to dissipate immediately.

Wang Lingce looked at the Dharma figure that appeared in the sky, and felt a little relieved.

Among the top masters in the world, Xuantian Qijue is an existence that can rival the world's eight great demon immortals.

Monk King is one of them.

"Dameng Mijuelu? The little thing that the ancient demons of the Western Heaven played with you back then..."

There was an indifferent sneer from inside the bronze coffin: "Monk King, if you come in person, I will take another look at you. How dare a phantom stop me?"

As soon as the words fell, the sky-hanging cloud made a roar that shook the sky, and the huge skull suddenly fell down. The sea of ​​blood was boundless, and the huge mouth was like an abyss, and it swallowed the scroll that was stretched out.

At the same time, the bronze coffin rushed to the fore, like a star falling into the mortal world, smashing the shining golden shadow into pieces.

rumbling...

The aftermath was like a gust of wind, affecting the entire Wangxuan City. Buildings collapsed and streets were destroyed... All living beings were terrified, as if the end had come.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the terrifying coffin in the sky.

This is the courage of the eight great demon immortals in the world. Even in this Wangxuan City, they are lawless and have no taboos.

The bronze coffin did not linger, turned around, and was about to take Li Mo away.

"Oh... stay here."

The world was completely still, when suddenly, a contemptuous voice slowly resounded from the outskirts of Wangxuan City.

Immediately afterwards, a bright sword light shot up into the sky, silvery as snow, lonely as autumn, in an instant, the entire night sky was stained into frosty white by this sword light.

This sword is astonishing and impermanent.

This sword shines infinitely brightly.

This sword is unparalleled in the world.

"This is……"

"No. [-] in the world... No. [-] sword in the world... That man is here too!" Wang Lingce's eyes trembled, and he couldn't help himself.

　[-] in [-]!Add more offerings!Who dares to call me short again?Who else?

　
(End of this chapter)