Cultivation

With a sound of "choke", Fengyulou's natal sword burst out and stood between the suzerain and Zhang Linggu, cutting off the suzerain's energy, and the five sword spirits also stood around the suzerain.

The suzerain put his hand down from his neck, and the wound on his neck had disappeared. The black mist behind him condensed into a black hydra, so ferocious and ferocious that it was unscrupulous. It was ironic to take advantage of his gentleness like jade.

Facing the suspicious eyes of all parties, he still spoke softly: "Didn't you always want to take out the demon bone sword? Are you reluctant now?"

Zhang Linggu got a chance to breathe, he knelt on the ground on one knee, swallowed a mouthful of blood, reached out and pulled the sleeve of Fengyulou standing beside him, and then said in a cynical tone : "Brother, don't you feel hot wearing a fake skin?"

Fengyu Tower stood there with a posture of not giving an inch, and the tit-for-tat confrontation with the suzerain was imminent.

"I've gotten used to it after so many years." The suzerain noticed Zhang Linggu's little movement, and there was a smile that couldn't be explained at the corner of his mouth: "Yuanzhou, it's God's will, until now you still hold the demon bone sword Give it to me, I can give you ten thousand taels of gold to let you go back and repair the Ziwei star, and you take your beloved brother behind closed doors to live a happy life, and you don't want to ask about these crap things in the world of immortality, okay? "

The secret relationship between Zhang Linggu and Fengyulou was casually announced by the suzerain, but unfortunately, everyone was still immersed in the shock of the inhuman suzerain of Wanxian sect, and had no time to gossip about the gossip about a ruined sect.

Mo Wentian turned He Cong who was standing next to him with his hand: "Did you look at it just now? The suzerain's neck..."

"I see." He Cong gritted his teeth and said, "Elder Mo, don't call yourself suzerain. It's hard to say what is under this skin."

These words naturally reached the suzerain's ears. He looked to the left and right. Everyone in the Wanxian sect who had been respectful to him just now looked at him with suspicious and defensive eyes.

It was much ahead of his plan, and he hadn't arranged some things yet...

Maybe this is God's will, God's will is the opportunity, as the saying goes, the opportunity cannot be missed...

The suzerain sneered, he threw a cloud of black air into the sky, and this black air hit Yue Chenxi who was in the air. Yundu was in a mess, it lowered its forelegs and trembled, and let out a low growl.

Lao Ba was about to go down to find Zhang Linggu for help, but he saw Yue Chenxi suddenly raised his head, his eyes were a kind of strange red, he raised his head and fell down with a long roar, but instead of standing beside Zhang Linggu, he fell down. By the side of the suzerain.

The clouds in the sky gathered, covering the sky, and the sound of the wind blowing past the distant mountains merged into a sharp whistling sound, as if the hostility buried in the ground for thousands of years was awakened, the entire mountain range of Prison Longling began to vibrate, and the mountain peak The stones fell down and hit the valley with a deafening roar. Some monks with little knowledge could not stand still.

The second real person on the road between the earth shaking and the mountain shaking shouted: "Prisoner Longling disciples listen to the order and set up the formation!"

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say any harsh words, he could only give the suzerain a hard look, and said to Feng Yulou with great reluctance: "Master Feng, please be careful."

The light of the sky was completely covered by the thick clouds, the sky and the earth were as dark as everlasting day, and countless sword lights lit up in the darkness. Zhang Linggu saw a rogue cultivator not far away cut down with his sword. Took the head of a Prisoner Longling disciple.

In the darkness, an unknown number of magic weapons slashed at the unsuspecting comrades. In this strange darkness, there were screams one after another.

When one of the prisoner Longling disciples passed by the mourning hall, he knelt down on one knee and saluted the suzerain. When he looked up, Zhang Linggu saw that his eyes were only black.

"Mei?" Zhang Linggu turned his head and looked at Mo Wentian, who was already a little dazed: "You all saw the monk's house being taken away from Jinguang Temple last time. Didn't you investigate thoroughly afterwards? people?"

"Looked it up." Mo Wentian only felt bitterness in his mouth: "I found four more and dealt with them all."

"You only checked the person that time. You are very busy in eliminating demons and defending Taoism. I don't know how many times the disciples of various sects have gone into dangerous situations. It is not surprising that once or twice I encountered the situation I set up. Right?" The suzerain's tone was very brisk: "But it's strange, if you use a fierce soul to seize the body, the body will soon be corrupted, but if you use the charm to melt the upper body, it will be very good. If not, the tens of thousands of yin in my hand The soldiers have already replaced you trash."

He turned over and sat on Yue Chenxi, looking at the sword spirits around him: "I also wanted to destroy these sword spirits under the trapped dragon, because the master said that I would die under a sword in the end, I didn't expect to be obtained by you, Yuan Zhou, you have never let me down, Wu Jiu raised you very well."

Zhang Linggu watched his fingers caress the soft hair on Yue Chenxi's neck time after time, and then saw Yue Chenxi's red eyes, baring his teeth as if he was about to bite someone at any time, he thought it was too weird up.

Even if Yue Chenxi is Yingjie's half-demon, but he was raised so shrewdly by the old monkey in the tavern, how could he be so obedient and obedient as a mount when called by the suzerain?

The suzerain said before that the upper body of the evil spirit was his arrangement, so what about other things?

And he said that Wu Jiu raised him very well, that is to say, he has been secretly watching them for many years, using them as pawns...

Zhang Linggu held Fengyulou's hand and stood up. He was very weak just now, but he couldn't show his timidity in front of the suzerain. He looked at the suzerain: "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" The suzerain touched the ring on his hand, and gently turned the ring around.

This place was the only one that was relatively safe amid landslides and earth rifts. The dust raised around was blocked three feet away by the protective energy of the people, and the candlelight in the mourning hall remained motionless, shining on the faces of everyone with their own thoughts.

The suzerain stretched out a hand to Zhang Linggu: "Yuanzhou, if I read correctly, you have entered the demonic way, you are my fellow traveler, and the demon bone sword on your body is the only key that can open the Devil's Nightmare Mountain, what do I want? What I want is to become the Lord of the Devil's Nightmare Mountain, to ascend to the top of the Heavenly Demon Lord in response to the Heavenly Tribulation, and to subvert the world's structure and to be the only one."

He emphasized his tone: "This is what I deserve, and you Ziweixing owes me."

This sentence sounds a little unclear.

Zhang Linggu squeezed Fengyulou's hand, and then said to the suzerain arrogantly: "You can get it yourself if you have the ability."

"Do you really think I don't have that ability?" The suzerain chuckled, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Zhang Linggu felt a strange suction pulling the demon bone sword on his back. The vibration from the sword made his internal organs seem to be displaced. He couldn't help but clenched the hand holding Fengyulou On one side of Fengyulou's face, thousands of Daoyuan divine swords floated out and went straight to the suzerain.

The hydra formed by the black air outside the suzerain circled up to protect the suzerain, and blocked all the Yuanshen swords outside.

The suzerain's voice came faintly from the black mist: "I am thinking of a little fellowship, please be merciful, Master Feng, please don't think that you are truly invincible."

The nine heads of the Hydra opened their mouths, devouring all the Yuanshen swords, Fengyulou's face changed again, he was about to fight the black flood dragon to the end, but Zhang Linggu grabbed him :"don't want."

Fengyulou has spent a lot of energy over the years to suppress the evil spirit of Xingchenhai. Even a sword cultivator has insufficient real energy.

Zhang Linggu endured the overwhelming pain, and tried to squeeze out an ugly smile: "I'm fine, isn't it just the demon bone sword, I don't want it in the first place, just give it to him."

After speaking, he knelt down on the ground in pain.

It wasn't too hard for Ming Ying to drive the Yaogu sword into Zhang Linggu's body, but after being raised in Zhang Linggu's body for more than ten years, it has long been connected with his breath and blood, but it is not so easy to take it out.

Feng Yulou watched the clothes on Zhang Linggu's body leave from behind, and the Yaogu sword protruded from the skin as if trying to get out from under the skin. Before he had time to react, he saw the skin on Zhang Linggu's back split inch by inch. , the disastrous blade of the Yaogu Sword was also exposed little by little.

Mo Wentian and He Cong looked at each other, and the two rushed towards the suzerain with their swords in hand.

Even if it is not an opponent, it is time to fight. If this person is really allowed to get the demon bone sword, the consequences will be unimaginable.

A figure fell from the sky, and when he saw this scene, he walked over impatiently: "What's wrong with Zhang Linggu?"

He leaned over as if to check Zhang Linggu's injury, a light flashed in Feng Yulou's heart suddenly, he stretched out his hand and patted the man's shoulder, but the man had already grasped the hilt of the Yaogu sword, regardless The evil spirit above entangled his fingers, and his flesh and blood were eroded to pieces by the evil spirit, but with the help of Fengyulou's palm, he forcibly pulled the Yaogu sword out of Zhang Linggu's back. Turning over in the air, he landed beside the suzerain, and held the sword in front of the suzerain respectfully with both hands: "My subordinates congratulate Lord Tianmo for getting the demon bone sword."