I have inherited the supreme Taoism

The lowest point of Wanjian's burial

A black broken sword was tightly locked by nine chains as thick as fingers, and the chains were covered with densely packed strange runes.

Chen Xuan stood just one step away from the broken sword, not knowing what to do.

During the hesitation, an old voice sounded.

"Is it you who successfully condensed the Soul of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sword? Then you have a chance to get my inheritance and try to see if you can pull out this sword."

Chen Xuan unconsciously raised his hand and touched the hilt of the sword, trying to pull it out.

Just when his fingertips were about to touch the hilt of the sword, Chen Xuan flicked out a small touch of Emperor's Flame directly at the broken sword. Jinpeng's body instantly spread out, leaped back, and landed lightly ten meters away.

Ah!

Screams came from the chain, the emperor's flames were burning on it, bursts of black smoke rose from it, terrifying ghost faces floated out, and the screams pierced the eardrums.

"why why why!"

"How is it possible that I can't seduce you?"

"Rubbish!"

Chen Xuan reached out and took out his ears and said disdainfully, completely ignoring the miserable screams of Ghost Face and quietly waiting for Emperor Yan to burn them all.

Soon Di Yan burned the nine chains back and forth several times, and they floated back into Chen Xuan's hands, fluttering up and down around him, like a child showing off with good grades.

Chen Xuan carefully walked to the broken sword. The original chain became very dry, and turned into powder with a gentle pull.

This time there was no more bewitching voice, and he reached out to hold the hilt of the sword and tried to pull it out.

The moment he touched the hilt of the sword, a scene appeared in front of him.

In the blood-colored sky and earth, there are all kinds of monsters standing in mid-air, some with red faces and blue teeth, some with copper teeth and iron skin, and there are also huge balls of flesh as big as mountains. Wherever they pass, the earth is scorched black and desolate. , wherever there were living creatures, they were slaughtered.

Is this the Demon Race?

Chen Xuan looked at the atrocities of these monsters, his eyes turned red with murderous intent, his aura became disordered, and he wanted to kill them with his sword in advance.

clang!

The soul-refining hammer vibrated within the sea of ​​consciousness, the murderous intent in his eyes faded, and clarity slowly returned...

Next, a man appeared in the demon army. He drew out the long sword on his back and swung it out, and the demon army was completely destroyed.

The man raised his head and glanced in the air, soared into the sky, and there was a fierce sound of fighting in the air. After that, the broken sword fell down, and blood rained from the sky.

Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes, a tear streaked across the corner of his eyes, and his heart was filled with sadness.

He planned to pull out the sword. This sword should not be buried here like this, but should be used to drink the blood of the demons.

Holding the hilt of the sword firmly with both hands, spiritual power slowly gathered on his arm. After a loud roar, Chen Xuan began to exert force, but the broken sword seemed to be connected to the entire Ten Thousand Swords Burial. Under the huge force Always motionless.

Chen Xuan's face turned red, and the veins in his arms popped out. Under the violent infusion of spiritual power, the skin on his arms had cracks, and the bones were creaking, but the sword was always stable. on the ground.

The golden body rotated for three times, its strength increased dramatically, the cracks on its arms were instantly repaired, and its whole body emitted a golden light.

This time, the majestic momentum finally shook the broken sword. The sword trembled slightly. With continued exertion, the broken sword was lifted up a lot.

Chen Xuan was a little proud and increased the strength of his hand, trying to pull it out.

"Don't pull it out!"

A somewhat urgent sound came from mid-air. Chen Xuan looked up and saw Xiao Hei flying down with Ye Qinhuang in his arms.

Ye Qinhuang patted Xiao Hei's paw to let go. She jumped down from the air, stepped forward and took Chen Xuan's hand, "Don't pull it out, the remaining demons are suppressed under the Wanjian Burial Hall." Clan, if you pull out the remaining swords, they will break out of the seal. As for the other swords, it won’t be a big deal if you just pick one and take it away.”

After Xiao Hei hovered in the air for several times, he shrunk and landed on Ye Qinhuang's shoulder, lowering his head to comb his feathers.

After hearing what Ye Qinhuang said, Chen Xuan let go of his hand decisively, "I understand. I feel that the sword here is not suitable for me, so I won't choose it. Let's go."

Ye Qinhuang nodded and acquiesced.

Just when he turned to leave, the ground shook violently, and the demonic energy escaped from where the broken sword was.

Ye Qinhuang's bright face instantly became nervous, "The demon clan is going to break the seal? How is this possible!"

She seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Chen Xuan, "Have you condensed the Soul of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sword?"

Chen Xuan nodded and threw a large ball of Emperor Flame at the demonic energy. Although the ignorant are not guilty, the main reason for the demon clan to break the seal was caused by himself. Now he just wants to do his best to make some remedy.

The Emperor's Flame has a strong restraining effect on demonic energy, and all the demonic energy emitted is burned away. However, this small ball of Emperor's Flame has little effect, and is extinguished by the demonic energy that continues to surge up from the ground. In the end, only a small flame was left in Chen Xuan's hand.

However, this dampened the arrogance of the demonic energy, and the vibrations on the ground calmed down a bit.

"Go quickly!"

Chen Xuan took Ye Qinhuang's hand and began to run away.

咕噜 咕噜

A ball of filthy demonic blood gushes out from the ground, aims at Chen Xuan's position, condenses into a black shuttle, and shoots out.

Chen Xuan felt the whistling sound coming from behind him, and moved the golden roc body to the extreme. A pair of wings even appeared behind him, but the black shuttle was extremely fast, as if it could travel through space. In just a few blinks, it could Came behind.

puff!

Chen Xuan heard the sound of the black shuttle sinking into his body, but there was no painful feeling. On the contrary, the little hand being pinched became a little cold, and his heart suddenly trembled.

He quickly stopped and Ye Qinhuang fell limply into Chen Xuan's arms. His face was pale and blood was pouring out of his chest.

Chen Xuan pressed one hand on her chest to stop the bleeding, and with the other hand he kept pouring spiritual power into her from the back of her heart, but it didn't have much effect. He felt her body temperature Continuous decline.

"Don't sleep! Don't sleep! You won't die. We will definitely be able to get out."

Ye Qinhuang stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch Chen Xuan's face, but he had no strength left.

Chen Xuan anxiously wiped his blood-covered hands on his robe, quickly took her hand and put it against his face, wanting to give her more warmth.

Ye Qinhuang gently touched Chen Xuan's face, forced a smile on his pale face, opened his mouth slightly, and struggled to say something.

Chen Xuan held back his tears and moved to her mouth, "Sister Qinhuang, I'm listening to whatever you have to say!"

Ye Qinhuang used her last bit of strength to put her mouth on Chen Xuan's face, "Young handsome...brother...don't forget...forget...sister...sister."

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