I'm a demon cultivator

The voice was not loud, but when it fell, there was an echo immediately, which made Tan Shuchang's words repeat like the endless waves.

And as the sound waves rose, it was the time when the sun was rising, but there was a little haze for no reason.

The dimness was intertwined with the nearby hills, forests, and even the clouds in the sky, so that the wind was a little gray.

"What kind of magic skill is this?" Zhao Huaiji was shocked. He practiced for nearly a hundred years. In his early years, he had traveled to most of the land of Jiawu Realm. He even went to the underworld and found the soul of an ancestor. Therefore, no matter how you say it, he can be called a person with broad knowledge, but he has never heard of this kind of magic skill.

Even if it was the "Black Shadow Immortal Secret Book" of the Lord of the Demon Sect, it was just countless black shadows, but its body was still human.

But now, the boy has completely lost his human form.

"Humph! It's nothing but a crooked and evil technique!"

But immediately, Zhao Huaiji showed disdain again, because he was extremely confident in the sword in his hand.

He raised his sword.

"Sword up!"

Suddenly, the sword force like waves spread out in an instant, like a mountain descending. The surrounding land was immediately cracked, and the trees collapsed and fell to the ground.

And the gray wind was also dispersed.

Sword force is another universal means for sword cultivators besides sword energy. It can be used to save people, kill people, and even evolve sword formations.

At this time, as Zhao Huaiji's sword force, which he had practiced for decades, spread out, this place seemed a little sharp for a while, but there was a dazzling light that directly connected to the sky.

This is the result of thousands of sword energies gathered together.

The next moment, it seemed that countless sword qi burst out, and the terrifying killing intent showed signs of materializing.

When people have killing intent, the world will be in turmoil!

However, the strange thing is that the sword qi disappeared as soon as it flew out.

I saw blood dripping, and at some point, a blood cloud enveloped Zhao Huaiji. At the same time, blood gushed out of thin air, and for a moment, this place seemed to have turned into a blood lake.

"The sword is coming!"

Zhao Huaiji's voice came out again, and then a huge sword shadow, as big as a mountain, was seen, which destroyed the blood lake.

"Senior Zhao has great magical powers." Tan Shuchang's praise sounded, but at the moment when his praise fell, Zhao Huaiji was actually split into two.

I saw the huge sword shadow that Zhao Huaiji cut out, and at some point it had already fallen on Zhao Huaiji himself.

In the state of immortal blood form, if the blood pool has been called, then when you suffer a fatal blow, you can directly transfer the injury to the other party.

And this is the fundamental reason why Tan Shuchang called this magical power - the body of suffering.

Although this is his original ability, without this magical power as a transition, Tan Shuchang simply cannot use it without paying any price.

"It can be seen that Senior Zhao is a qualified sword cultivator, and the sword is selfless!" Tan Shuchang appeared again, his face was slightly pale, but he returned to normal in a few breaths. And he looked at the dead Zhao Huaiji, and couldn't help but smile a little, so he sighed in a calm tone.

Because he can touch the corpse next.

When the virtual body rose into the air just now, he clearly felt that Zhao Huaiji had brought a lot of good things. I think this person is thinking about going down the mountain with the son of destiny, so he brought everything he could bring.

Tan Shuchang flicked his finger, and an invisible energy like a knife cut through Zhao Huaiji's sleeves.

These two sleeves were about to lose the ability to maintain the sleeve skills due to Zhao Huaiji's death, so when Tan Shuchang flicked his finger, a lot of things rolled out.

The largest one was the size of a six or seven-month-old baby, and the smallest one was a token-shaped object about three fingers wide and long.

Because the smallest thing looked like a token, Tan Shuchang thought it was the identity token of Tujian Mountain, so he checked the others first. So soon, he got a volume of sword scripture called "Wild Dog Sword", a bottle of Gong Yuan Bao Dan to improve the power of cultivation, three thousand Shangxuan seals, a top-grade flying sword at the level of spiritual instrument, and twelve robbery talismans with different uses.

The most precious one among them was the sword scripture with a really bad name. It was called "Wild Dog Sword", but it had nothing to do with dogs.

The sword scripture itself had no special features, just a very common book, but after opening it, a person appeared in Tan Shuchang's mind.

The Taoist was silent for a while, and then began to explain the sword art to him.

Not surprisingly, this should be prepared for the son of destiny.

After putting these things away, Tan Shuchang went to check the token, and when he saw it, Tan Shuchang was stunned for a moment, because there was a hideous ghost face on the token.

So he turned the token over, and there were two complex symbols on it.

Although he didn't know them, Tan Shuchang knew what these two symbols were. It was an ancient text that came from the underworld.

It is said that only the dead can understand and learn it.

"Why does this senior Zhao have a token from the underworld?" Tan Shuchang felt that this token probably symbolized something in the underworld.

So he decided to wait until he was invited by that weird game next time, and find a fierce ghost to help him look at the token.

Putting away the token, Tan Shuchang looked at the two corpses and couldn't help but shook his head.

"Senior Zhao is like this. I guess the corpse is very uncomfortable. Let's do this. I will leave you a few hundred Shangxuan seals here. After you go down, find a good lady to sew them up for you!"

Tan Shuchang felt that he was still very kind, just like a robber leaving travel expenses for others, he was very ethical.

As for the destruction of corpses and traces?

He threw hundreds of Shangxuan seals here, and others would handle them for him.

When the sword cut through Zhao Huaiji, it was not two smooth cross-sections, but a mess of blood and flesh. If the man hadn't been killed by himself, Tan Shuchang wouldn't have been able to recognize that it was Zhao Huaiji.

Using a long staff to forcibly capture the evil spirit nearby, and turning it into a puff of black smoke, Tan Shuchang headed towards the place of challenge again.

Because of Zhao Huaiji's intervention and the unusual way of rushing, when Tan Shuchang arrived, the destined son was already there.

On an isolated peak, Long Zhangyuan stood with his hands behind his back.

A mountain breeze blew by, causing Long Zhangyuan's long hair to fly and his cuffs to squeak.

"You're finally here." Long Zhangyuan said calmly, "I thought you weren't coming?"

"The Son of Destiny of Tujianshan invited me, how could Tan not be rude?" Tan Shuchang greeted him with his fists clasped, his expression calm, and even a little smile on his face.

There was no hostility and no mention of Zhao Huaiji, as if he really was just late.