final reincarnation

Nine-tailed Fox's expression changed dramatically, he wanted to eat the flesh of Xuanjian, but he couldn't move right now, so he could only goug out Xuanjian with his red eyes.

But this level of threat is nothing to Xuanjian.

Xuan Jian paced up to the Nine-Tailed Fox, grinning softly, "Why do you think I have the aura of your demon king?"

After he finished speaking, he paused and lowered his voice: "Of course it's because your demon king's blood is in my body."

The old nine-tailed fox let out a long roar, and the oppression that ordinary people could not bear erupted from his body. Xuanjian's expression changed and he couldn't help taking a step back, but the nine-tailed fox was still tightly suppressed by the blood of the demon king and could not break free.

"This is the sin you committed yourself, the shackles you put on yourselves." Xuanjian sneered at the sight of this.

In order to create the demon king, every race in the demon world made sacrifices, and they will be subject to this taboo forever and cannot be freed.

There is a trace of the blood of the demon king in Xuanjian's body, which is very faint but enough to suppress the demons and make them reap their own consequences.

Listening to Xuan Jian's words, the old nine-tailed fox calmed down, looked at Xuan Jian quietly for a long time, and suddenly reminded: "You are a monk from Qingyang Mountain."

How can a human monk have the blood of the demon king in his body.

Xuan Jian's expression didn't change at all when he heard the words, he himself knew this better than anyone else, and smiled wryly: "I'm a monk from Qingyang Mountain, but I'm just a monk from Qingyang Mountain."

He specifically emphasized the pronunciation of the word "one".

"Then you plan to fight against the entire demon world with your own strength?" Nine-tailed fox snorted, and said sinisterly: "How can you compete with thousands of demon clans, and besides, the blood of the demon king is not good. Is it good? Be careful not to get mad."

Xuanjian was originally a person from the ground up, there is no doubt about it, no matter what method he used, but he forcibly transplanted the blood of the demon king into his body. It is impossible for Xuanjian, the power of bloodline, to suppress the Yaozu for a long time.

"The patriarch doesn't need to worry, I have my own plans." Xuan Jian was confident and didn't worry about what the nine-tailed fox said.

The Nine-Tailed Fox became suspicious, unable to figure out what Xuan Jian could rely on, and suddenly his eyes fell on Su Xianwen who was silent behind Xuan Jian and the Candle Dragon Sword in his hand.

Nine-Tailed Fox clearly remembered that this was the person who stopped him with the Torch Dragon Sword just now... How could it be possible for an ordinary person to control the Torch Dragon Sword?

Thinking about Xuanjian's behavior, this little monk may have been transplanted with the blood of the demon king, the old nine-tailed fox was thinking, and this person manipulated the Candle Dragon Sword very smoothly, so the concentration of blood on his body is probably not lower than that of Xuanjian .

The nine-tailed fox's eyes moved to Xuanjian. The last time they met was a hundred years ago. At that time, Xuanjian became famous as a young man, and it was the time when he was in high spirits. Afterwards, many great monsters praised him.

Xuanjian at that time was not as crazy and unscrupulous as it is now. No matter how elegant the appearance of Xuanjian is today, it can only make people frightened.

Xuanjian knew that Nine-Tailed Fox had sized up Su Xianwen for a long time, but he didn't intend to hide it at all, and asked Nine-Tailed Fox with great interest, "What do you see?"

Nine-Tailed Fox did not answer his words, but only asked: "The whereabouts of the demon king are unknown, how did you get his blood?"

Nine-tailed Fox had many questions in his heart, but this was what he asked, because he was absolutely confident that Xuanjian would not be able to kill the Demon King, so the origin of the bloodline was worth pondering, maybe the Demon King would still be dead. Not dead... At least Xuanjian also knows the whereabouts of the demon king.

Xuan Jian sneered: "You still refuse to give up and entrust your hope to you, the disappearing demon king?"

Nine-tailed Fox's expression changed.

"It's true that I didn't kill your demon king... but that doesn't mean I don't have the ability." Xuanjian approached Nine-Tailed Fox step by step. At the same time, the restraints on Nine-Tailed Fox were constantly tightening Every bone in his body was broken.

Xuanjian floated up, stopped between the eyes of Nine-Tailed Fox, and stretched out his hand, "But he is not far from death."

After Xuan Jian's words fell, he also pulled out the soul of the nine-tailed fox, and then crushed it and strangled it completely, not even giving him a chance to reincarnate.

The thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox just died like this, so light and weightless.

Su Xianwen stayed where he was, silently watching his master Xuanjian deal with the monsters around them one by one in a cruel way.

"Master..." Su Xianwen whispered, this kind of Xuanjian was too unfamiliar to correspond to the old man in the cave who didn't care about world affairs at all.

Xuan Jian glanced at Su Xianwen upon hearing the sound, there was no trace of emotion in these beautiful eyes, the eyes looking at Su Xianwen seemed to be looking at a dead object.

After a long time, he said, "I didn't expect that the Candle Dragon Sword could be repaired in your hands."

Su Xianwen wanted to say that he did not repair the sword, but it seemed unnecessary to say this.He can wield the Candle Dragon Sword that belongs to the Demon King, and this alone hides many meanings that Su Xianwen dare not face.

The master and apprentice met each other, and there were many corpses of monsters lying in the middle.

The foot of the mountain was left in tatters by the scuffle just now, and even the stone tablet engraved with Qingyang Mountain was broken at some point. It was so messy that it was hard to tell that this was the gateway to Qingyang Mountain.

"Since accepting you as an apprentice, today is the first time I have left the mountain, do you know why?" Xuan Jian said, the perfunctory meaning of the past was not in his voice.

Su Xianwen felt that he shouldn't respond, but his long-standing habit still made him shake his head.

"If there is no chaos in the demon world, I will end the rest of my life in the cave, and you can continue to live heartlessly. It is best for us to live in peace." Xuan Jian had a slight look in his eyes when he said this. Counting the decades in a hurry, "When the demon race began to invade the human world, I thought maybe we could slow it down, in case they couldn't get over the border and turned back."

Xuan Jian's tone softened inexplicably, but the tenderness at this moment was more like an illusion. He approached Su Xianwen step by step, with shocking coercion.

"But now that the Yaozu has hit the eyelids, we can't escape."

Su Xianwen didn't have time to think about what Xuanjian meant by "can't escape", he could only see Xuanjian's undisguised killing intent towards him.

The words turned and turned, and Su Xianwen could only ask feebly in the end, "What... do you want to do?"

Xuan Jian had already walked to Su Xianwen's side, stretched out his hand and patted his head lightly, as if to comfort a wayward child: "Don't be afraid, it will end soon, you don't need to know too much."

Su Xianwen wanted to escape, but he was restrained by Xuan Jian at some point, his hands and feet were completely out of his control, and he couldn't move at all.

Looking at Xuan Jian's hand stretched out towards him, Su Xianwen's heart was full of emotions. How could he have imagined that one day his master would come to take his own life with his own hands. Fortunately, he has practiced in Qingyang Mountain for many years and now he even made half a move. He couldn't make any moves, so he could only watch Xuanjian do it.

In the blink of an eye, Su Xianwen understood why Xuanjian had always been indifferent to teaching him. For decades, Xuanjian had been waiting to kill him one day, so he didn't want Su Xianwen's advanced cultivation to cause trouble for him.

Seeing that Xuanjian's fingertips had already touched Su Xianwen's forehead, the tragic situation of the monsters flashed before Su Xianwen's eyes just now.

It was not the first time that Su Xianwen faced the threat of death, but only this time he couldn't be reconciled, so he had to do his best to break the shackles imposed on him by Xuanjian.

Su Xianwen couldn't easily break through the restraint of his cultivation, but at the last moment, Zhulongjian jumped up from the ground and stabbed straight at Xuanjian's hand.

This sword strike was so hard that a hole was pierced through Xuanjian's hand immediately, and he had to stop the action of forcibly pulling Su Xianwen's soul.

Xuan Jian's expression became very strange in an instant. He looked at the flexible Zhulong Sword and muttered to himself: "Sure enough, we can't delay any longer... If I give you some more time, I'm afraid even I can't deal with you .”

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the wound on his hand or the Candle Dragon Sword that was staring at him, and attacked Su Xianwen again with the momentum of no matter what the cost.

Su Xianwen's heart beat suddenly, and the surroundings became extremely quiet, as if he himself had been forcibly stripped out of this space, and Xuan Jian's movements became slow and clear in the eyes of Su Xianwen, who stayed out of the way.

There was a dull sound in his mind, Su Xianwen suddenly realized something, the bondage Xuanjian imposed on him was shattered and disappeared, and he regained his freedom!

Su Xianwen stretched out his hand to grab it, and the Candle Dragon Sword spontaneously returned to his hand, united with its master.

Xuan Jian's expression at this meeting can be described as horrified, he doesn't understand how Su Xianwen seems to have changed in just a few short breaths, and his temperament has changed drastically It blocked and suppressed Xuanjian's breathing.

The body of the Candle Dragon Sword was glowing red, revealing a bloodthirsty desire.

Su Xianwen's face was as numb as a puppet, without any anger, his eyes were fixed on Xuanjian, and he stabbed at him without saying a word.

Xuanjian can barely avoid it.

In terms of cultivation, ten Su Xianwen combined are inferior to Xuanjian, but now Xuanjian doesn't even have the power to parry, and at the same time, his heart hurts so much that he can hardly stand upright, and his blood is churning unstoppably, making him unable to calm down at all. .

"Master..."

Xuanjian seemed to hear Su Xianwen calling him, but he couldn't tell because he completely lost consciousness the next moment.