The Sword Saint of Daqin is in the Shape of the Moon Daqin

"A reincarnated fairy, a demigod, that kid..."

"What a blessing!"

Saying so,

The corner of the mouth of this senior who is highly respected in the eyes of outsiders raised, and he couldn't help showing a malicious smile.

But not disgusting.

——Although you can do whatever you want, but never exceed the rules.

Xun Fuzi has already got the essence of Confucianism.

"Hope that kid can hold up—"

Thinking of this, he turned his head again, looked into the distance, and the smile on his face faded.

There is an evening wind blowing across the mountains, rolling up the grass clippings, and under the moonlight, there are snowflakes all over the sky, rising continuously.

very quiet.

It also seems nice.

But this scene fell into the eyes of the old man, but it was a completely different scene.

He saw-

dark.

A deep darkness is splashing from between the earth.

"Two hundred years old in the Spring and Autumn Period, three Jiazi in the Warring States Period."

"In the 400 years of killing wars, resentment has been brewing into a huge evil in this world, coupled with meteors from outside the sky, disrupting the destiny... After all, let him find a chance."

Whispering so quietly.

However, the old man's face was slightly raised, and there was an inexplicable smile.

Reflected in his eyes,

is a mountain.

A majestic mountain stands between the vast sky and the earth.

That is Zhongkunlun.

Of course, it is not the Kunlun of the later generations, but the fragments left over from the age of mythology.

A piece of "paper" rolled on the platform of the world.

——The place where the demon god was once buried.

On this day, at this moment, there was a boundless evil spirit rising into the sky, and there were roars and roars echoing in the mist.

He's coming to life.

"Ancient Recovery—"

"But, it may not be a turning point!"

Xunzi put his hands on his back, turned around, and looked further away.

"As long as you can kill the demon god, you will be able to wash away the grievances left over from the times, purify the evils of this world, and allow the future to gain even more distant possibilities."

"In this way, it is possible to obtain the opportunity to break the destiny."

"This is a catastrophe for the common people, but also an opportunity for the common people!"

At this point, no one can prevent the recovery of the Demon God.

Because it is the result of the endless malice accumulated by hundreds of years of wars, killings, and deaths.

——Meteors outside the sky are just the fuse.

But that's not necessarily a bad thing.

after all……

"It is better to deal with what is revealed than what is hidden in the dark."

Xunzi laughed lightly.

This is his idea, his destiny to use for himself...

"Use it to control the destiny!"

Mouth between murmurs.

Master Xun, go in the direction of Zhongkunlun.

Chapter 50 The Demon God enters the world, and the sword begins to kill

Central Kunlun.

Located in the hinterland of the six countries, the core of the Central Plains.

Seen from a distance, a mountain stands tall, the top of which is submerged in the clouds, like a huge pillar, connecting the sky and the earth.

In ancient mythology,

There are five pillars in heaven and earth, supporting the sky together, and Zhongkunlun is undoubtedly one of them.

Only the age of the gods passed away,

Today's remnants are only fragments of Zhongkunlun.

But it is still tall, and it is still enough to shock and convince countless people, worshiping it as a sacred mountain.

Just this day, this night,

Under the moonlight,

This sacred mountain is shaking.

Little by little, from scratch, shaking.This stretches on...

The whole world began to tremble and vibrate violently!

The ground veins are shaking, and the earth and rocks are loosening. From this center, it spreads to the surroundings, and spreads to the entire land of the Central Plains!

The vegetation turned over.

Birds and beasts flew away.

Some villagers living in the village at the foot of the mountain fled in panic, and some practitioners in charge of the area quickly cast spells to link the foundation of the earth veins and stabilize the turmoil of the world.

Thick smoke billowed from Zhongkunlun.

There are stars shaking outside the sky, like crumbling,

The ancient existence began to revive.

——The broken base plate that was buried here began to reorganize, and the fragments began to be pieced together and repaired piece by piece, just like a gear that had not been used for a long time, it began to grind slowly and start to run again,

then,

A pair of golden eyes slowly opened.

Demon God——

especially!

"I can feel it……"

He spoke, and the tall figure shrouded in black mist had a metallic luster under the moonlight.

There were 81 figures crawling before Him.

His 81 brothers, 81 siblings of demon gods who lived and died with him.

They heard him say—

"I feel that, like me, it is not destined to belong to the existence that should not appear in this era..."

"He can distort the perception of destiny."

"My brothers—"

"Find him, catch him, only by using his existence to cover up the fate, can I regain all my power and consciousness that was sealed in Xing Neihai by the Xuanyuan clan... let Jiuli reappear on the earth, and then attack the sky !"

"Burning the laws of heaven and igniting the world—"

"I'm waiting, after all, the shame of the past will be washed away with blood!"

The voice fell, and the booming sound burst into the depths of the void.

The demon god's siblings turned into black mist and dispersed towards the land of Shenzhou.

And in the same place on the top of Zhongkunlun,

The Demon God still stood upright.

He is still waiting—

There was a snap.

The footsteps fell, the ancient robe rolled, and a figure came from the sky, with a fluttering long beard, as graceful as an ancient real fairy.

——Xunzi.

The only great sage in the world.

He came from Ghost Valley, and this trip is to follow the destiny, and even more to control the destiny.

"Xun Qing, the successor of Confucianism, pays homage to the ancestor of the human race, the emperor of Jiuli here—"

The old master spoke loudly.

A voice reverberated, scattered into the wind, and reverberated above the nine heavens.

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