The Peerless Dragon of Tang Sect Shocks the World

Jiang Shuo, who had made a huge harvest, looked at the skull and ancient sword in his hands.

The next moment, I sensed a figure walking boldly towards me.

Seems to be a native of Tianluo Continent.

Jiang Shuo raised his eyes and looked at the girl who kept coming closer and closer, gradually approaching several miles away.

She had a waterfall of long black hair that reached her knees, her pupils were golden, and her oval face was delicate and pretty.

Mandala approached cautiously, stopped three miles away from the young man, and bowed, "I am the Lord of the Daluo Heavenly Realm in the northern boundary of the Tianluo Continent, Mandala, and I greet the Supreme Lord of Heaven."

Jiang Shuo glanced at the girl in front of him and figured out her background in a moment.

A lower-level supreme being, non-human, with internal injuries, his real age is unknown.

"What's your business?"

Hearing the question, Mandala bowed and clasped her fists, and said hurriedly: "Your Excellency has killed the Demon Emperor from outside the domain, and your unparalleled power resounds throughout Tianluo. I would like to thank you for eliminating the disaster on behalf of the billions of lives on Tianluo Continent."

Jiang Shuo's expression was indifferent, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"I don't like flatterers."

Mandala was exposed, and a hint of embarrassment came over her delicate and tender face.

As the most powerful person on earth and the helmsman of the top forces in the universe, no one has dared to speak to her like this for many years.

However, the one opposite is a true supreme being and has the qualifications.

Mandala didn't dare to beat around the bush anymore and said in a low voice:

"The skull in your hand... is the bone of the Emperor of Heaven. The Emperor of Heaven once showed me a favor. I wonder if you would allow me to bury him?"

"That sword, before it was damaged, was the most precious treasure of the Heavenly Palace, comparable to a holy item and a peerless sacred object. With it, you can command the Heavenly Palace and become the master of the Heavenly Palace."

Mandala revealed the information he knew, hoping to get the skull of the Emperor of Heaven back from the adult in front.

Jiang Shuo couldn't help but be a little surprised. This sword was a holy item and a peerless sacred object in its heyday?

Even though it has been infected by evil spirits for thousands of years, it should still be at the level of a peerless holy object of spiritual quality. Among all his weapons, it is only weaker than the Primordial Divine Spear.

However, can the holder of this sword command the Heavenly Palace and become the master of the Heavenly Palace?

"Who are you to the Emperor of Heaven?" Jiang Shuo looked at the girl in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze, calmly.

Mandala paused, lowered her eyes, bit her lower lip and chose to tell the truth, "My original name is Mandala, I am the adopted daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, and was sent out of the Heavenly Palace by the Emperor of Heaven during the ancient war."

Jiang Shuo was surprised, and his mind moved, "Adopted daughter?"

"Then do you know the Heavenly Emperor's method of transforming one qi into three pure ones?"

Mandala nodded, "I know."

Jiang Shuo's eyes were sharp. "Where is it?"

Mandala was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly, "I don't know about that."

"I only know that the sword was the sword of the Emperor of Heaven, and it was nurtured by his aura and became a holy item and a peerless sacred object."

As Mandala finished speaking, the skull in Jiang Shuo's palm suddenly trembled, and a ray of light escaped from it.

"I know where it is."

A sighing laugh was heard from afar, and the light gathered into a human shape, which shocked Jiang Shuo's heart.

He grasped the ancient crystal-colored sword, threw away the skull, and retreated quickly.

But the moment Mandala heard the voice, his whole body suddenly froze.

She raised her head little by little, her eyes falling on the figure in a bright yellow robe with cloud patterns not far away.

Mandala's pupils suddenly widened and his lips trembled.

“Emperor…”

Ok?

Jiang Shuo frowned and breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't the Nine Corpses Demon Emperor.

He still thought that the evil demon was not dead yet.

In front, the afterimage of the Emperor of Heaven, who was able to see the light of day again because the Nine Corpses Demon Emperor disappeared and the Emperor of Heaven’s Sword was drawn out, stood in the void with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distant sky.

Muttered to himself.

"The Tianluo Continent has indeed fallen... and the Ancient Heavenly Palace is gone too."

Jiang Shuo's eyes moved, and he took two steps back without saying a word.

The strength of this remnant soul is similar to that of the Nine Corpses Demon Emperor, but its state is more unstable.

It seems that it will disappear from the world at any time.

The remnant soul of the Emperor of Heaven withdrew his gaze from the state of gazing from afar, lingered for a moment on the sad and surprised Mandragora, and then turned to the figure of the young man in a dark gold robe in the distance.

"My friend is extremely graceful, far better than I was in my youth."

"What I have never been able to do has finally been accomplished in your hands. I have been fighting against the Nine Corpses for tens of thousands of years, but I was unable to defeat them. Yet, you have killed them."

"I admire you."

The Emperor of Heaven, one of the nine ancient emperors, called himself an old man and no longer had the splendor and glory he once had. Years of wasting time had not only worn away his strength, but also his ambition.

"Young friend, do you want the method of transforming one qi into three pure ones?"

"I can give it to you as a gift."

The Emperor of Heaven had a bleak expression, and it was unclear whether it was due to sadness over the passage of time or remembrance of himself.

"My friend, don't think that this technique is bad just because I lost. My incompetence will not affect the power of this technique."

"This magical power was not created by me. I got it accidentally back then. I practiced it for many years but failed to cultivate it to the peak. It also cost me my life."

Mandragora screamed, walked forward crying, and held the old man's arm.

The Emperor of Heaven patted her head lovingly, then turned to Jiang Shuo and said, "Where did this technique come from? Even when I was at my peak, I couldn't trace it clearly, which shows how magical it is."

"But considering your talent of being able to kill the Demon Emperor before you are even a hundred years old, I think there should be a way."

After saying this, the Emperor of Heaven extended his hand, and a scroll of flowing text covered by a ball of light emerged, "Take it yourself, my friend."

Jiang Shuo looked carefully, from the Emperor's expression to the scroll of flowing light in his hand.

"Senior should have conditions."

Jiang Shuo did not underestimate the Emperor of Heaven because of his instability at this time. Anyone who could cultivate to the level of the Supreme Saint was lucky.

Although he lost the fight, he still sealed his opponent for ten thousand years, which shows how strong he is.

The Emperor smiled and said, "My dear, please be careful."

"I have a small request... My soul has been sealing the nine corpses here for so long, but it is already very fragile and will soon perish."

The Emperor looked at the young man in front of him seriously. The moment Jiang Shuo passed through the Denglong Gate, he knew that the ten thousand year seal was about to end, and the result of the seal between him and the Nine Corpses Demon Emperor would bring about a turning point.

It’s not that there haven’t been any Heavenly Supremes who have come here before, but none of those Heavenly Supremes from ancient clans could catch the eye of the Heavenly Emperor. He might be able to ask them to strengthen the seal, but asking them to fight the Nine Corpses to the end was undoubtedly a compliment to them.

Without the presence of a holy item, even an immortal item cannot kill the Nine Corpses Demon Emperor. How many holy items are there now?

Jiang Shuo silently glanced at the old man in front of him. Is this a last wish?

"Senior, tell me about it."

He neither agreed nor refused immediately.

The Emperor shook his head and laughed. The younger generation nowadays was strong and talented, but also much smarter than before.

"Help me kill one person, take care of one person, and... restore some glory."

Jiang Shuo listened to his explanation silently.

Kill a traitor of the Heavenly Palace named Lu Heng. As the mount of the Emperor of Heaven, it betrayed and attacked during the battle ten thousand years ago, which led to a series of defeats for the Heavenly Palace.

Take care of Mandragora, who looks like a young girl in front of you, and watch her grow up.

And, restore the glory of the ancient heavenly palace.

The reward is the method of transforming three pure ones into one, the sword of the Emperor of Heaven that has lost its spiritual charm, and the ownership of the Heavenly Palace.

Even the ownership of the entire Tianluo Continent.

The Emperor of Heaven finished his words leisurely, looking forward.

Jiang Shuo thought for a while and decided to agree.

With such a huge reward and not too harsh conditions, he had no reason to refuse.

Perhaps the Emperor of Heaven has the intention of entrusting his son to someone else, but the Heavenly Palace, one of the nine ancient imperial palaces, is worth it. Although it has been damaged, the basic foundation is still there.

He could have avoided many detours.

Jiang Shuo clasped his fists and said, "I accept."

"To show your sincerity, kill the traitor first and let the Emperor see."

Jiang Shuo leapt up into the air and disappeared into the void. The physical body of the Supreme Immortal broke through the air at a terrifying speed.

In the blink of an eye, he traveled trillions of miles and arrived at the camp where the Tianluo indigenous forces were watching the battle.

Jiang Shuo's sudden arrival frightened the leaders of all the forces here, and they wanted to escape.

However, with the pressure from the Supreme Immortal, even moving a step was a luxury, let alone running.

The Emperor of Heaven's mount, Lu Heng, had a look of horror in his eyes. His vision was filled with a hand that seemed to be able to shatter the earth, and a rumbling sound came from above his head.

It is as difficult for the Immortal Heavenly Supreme to kill the Upper Earth Supreme as it is to crush an ant.

Without even a scream, Lu Heng was instantly reduced to ashes by a strike of thunder.

The other forces in Tianluo Continent were extremely shocked and trembling with fear.

Jiang Shuo didn't even glance at them, turned around, and instantly returned to the front of the Emperor.

The Emperor of Heaven was also shocked.

Surprised at such decisiveness.

And the means were cruel.

He stared at the young man in the dark gold robe in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

If he was as vicious back then, he might still be seriously injured, but he would not have been entangled with the Nine Corpses Demon Emperor for ten thousand years.

This young man is not the same kind of person as him.

Mandragora stared blankly at the cloud of ashes dissipating in the distance. Was the enemy whom she had been hiding from for thousands of years and dared not show up just dead like that?

The Emperor wanted to say something else, but it seemed like there was nothing to say.

He looked at the young man in front of him, with a complex feeling in his eyes, which was a mixture of memories and envy.

"The Heavenly Palace is yours."

"I hope you can cherish it."

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