Traveling through the heavens starting from the prequel of Lotus Lantern

In the Yin and Moon Demon Palace, in the Forging Hall, there is a separate sword-making room.

"Clang clang clang."

Yang Jiao played short and close, concentrating on hitting the iron piece.

And the magic power in his body seemed to echo the sound of hitting the iron piece every time he swung the hammer, thus constantly refining the sharp and mellow magic power, polishing and consuming the dry energy hidden deep in the magic power.

Slowly, the sword gradually took shape along with the iron pieces, and then the mana was channeled out, and the sword was impregnated with Qi, supplemented by continuous forging.

Obviously, he was integrating sword-making skills into his own skills, using the sword-making method to sharpen his own magic power.

It seems that Yang Jiao is forging swords, but in fact he is constantly practicing and perfecting the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique 2.0. Basically, he is polishing his own skills.

After half a year, with the birth of thousands of swords, his magic power was about to completely transform into sword-shaped magic power.

Now is the time of completion.

When the iron piece completely transformed into the shape of a long sword, the mana wrapped in Yang Jiao quickly exerted force.

In a trance, a sharp light flashed, and a sword with a sharp edge and chills suddenly appeared in his hand.

At this moment, Yang Jiao suddenly felt a sense of harmony and satisfaction in his body.

At the same time, there was also a warning feeling of being unable to make any progress and touching the pinnacle of cultivation skills flashing through my heart.

Yang Jiao knows that his strength has now reached the limit of this life. Generally speaking, if there is no particularly big opportunity, his strength will never improve at all.

However, there was no disappointment on his face. He just waved his hand and accurately hung the long sword on the sword stand beside him.

I went to the specially constructed hot spring next door and took a bath.

As soon as I walked out of the Sword Forging Hall, I saw the four sages from the Demon Palace coming hand in hand.

"See the Holy King."

"Four sages are exempt from courtesy, what are you doing?"

Yang Jiao asked.

"Holy Lord, you have been staying in the Sword Building Hall for more than half a year. I would like to ask whether you should bring Nie Xiaoqian back to the Demon Palace. After all, the seven generations of grudges are related to our great cause of Yin Yue."

Immediately, the evil dragon saluted and asked.

"If I say that this holy king is also a enemy of seven generations, do you believe it?"

Yang Jiao's eyes flashed slightly as he stared at the four sages of the Demon Palace in front of him.

"Holy Lord, how could you be a Seventh Generation Hate? Wasn't the baby boy of the Seventh Generation Hate taken away by Xuanxin Zhengzong back then?"

Shura said, his mouth full of disbelief.

"Then what if I am really a resentful person for seven generations?"

Yang Jiao continued to ask.

The four sages of the Demon Palace looked at each other without any hesitation, their eyes were bright, and they said to Yang Jiao in unison with firm expressions:

“One day is a holy king, and a lifetime is a holy king.”

"Okay, this sage's favorite idiom is that neither can be broken nor established."

"I, the Yin Yue Dynasty, have been living here for who knows how many years. It's time to clean up the human world."

"After all, something must be destroyed in order to be reborn."

Yang Jiao's eyes were as bright as hanging beads, looking at the four demons in front of him.

"I am willing to die for the Holy Lord!"

Sincere smiles appeared on the faces of the four sages of the Demon Palace. The slight uneasiness that had appeared in their hearts had long since disappeared, and they spoke to Yang Jiao solemnly.

At this time, the four sages of the Demon Palace no longer felt that it was important in their hearts whether their holy king was the enemy of the seventh generation.

They only knew that the man in front of them would definitely be the peerless sage who would lead the Yin Yue Dynasty to dominate the world.

Later, Yang Jiao calculated with his fingers that it would be about five months before the Lantern Festival, the day when the demon would attack the Seven Evils.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he immediately ordered the fourth thought of the Demon Palace:

"The four wise men listened to the order and immediately summoned the elite of the Demon Palace, equipped with troops and horses, and went to the open-air hall to prepare and prepare."

"As commanded."

The four sages of the Demon Palace solemnly accepted the order.

An hour later, in the open-air hall, three thousand elites stood solemnly, looking with incomparable reverence at Yang Jiao who stood on the high platform of the third level of the sky.

"My lords, it's time for the Xuanxin Zhengzong to die."

Yang Jiao looked down at the clouds below and said softly, but one stone stirred up thousands of waves.

Xuanxin Zhengzong is the old enemy of the Yinyue Dynasty. Over the past few hundred years, each of them has been involved in countless blood feuds.

If it was so easy to eliminate the opponent, why wait until now?

But when the three thousand demons in the main hall felt Yang Jiao's unbridled and oppressive momentum, it was like the power of heaven.

His eyes exuded unparalleled enthusiasm and admiration.

It is the way of demons to prey on the weak and the strong. At this moment, even if Yang Jiao asks them to accept death and kill them at the slightest sign, most of them will probably obey.

"Today, we will definitely destroy the Xuanxin Zect, and we will return in triumph."

After Yang Jiao finished speaking, he jumped down and landed behind a black dragon horse. With a wave of his hand, the Xuanyin Demon Gate opened instantly.

Then, with three thousand elites led by Jing Wuyuan and the Four Sages of the Demon Palace, they set out to conquer Xuanxin Zhengzong.

Outside the main gate of Xuanxin Zongzong, the Saint of the Three Realms sensed that a large number of Yin Yue Dynasty troops suddenly appeared outside the sect.

There was no time to warn.

A sharp sword light that can cut through all things and destroy all things suddenly appeared.

In the blink of an eye, Xuan Xin Zong's mountain-protecting formation was cut into pieces.

Then, countless fierce and fierce sword lights appeared in the void, and with lightning speed, they chopped the disciples of Xuanxin Zongzong into dust one by one.

The Yin Yue army looked at their holy king killing everyone in all directions, with unstoppable divine power, and their morale was greatly boosted.

Under the leadership of Yang Jiao, they rushed into the Xuanxin authentic mountain gate with great speed.

"Demon Lord Yin Yue, you are so brave, you dare to lead your troops to invade our Xuan Xin Zhengzong."

"This time, I will let you die without a burial place and pay for the lives of many of my disciples."

After Jin Guang heard the noise, he immediately came out to check and saw most of the disciples dead and injured. He couldn't help but feel jealous. This was the only fruit seedling left after his vitality was severely damaged.

The golden light was ethereal, like a banished immortal descending to the earth. The words of the mantra were filled with the harmony of heaven and man.

As a drop of blood appeared on the fingertips of both hands, a huge blood talisman flashed in the void.

Coming towards Yang Jiao at great speed.

In the seemingly invincible blow of the golden light, Yang Jiao stood still, and a bright sword light flashed like a startling giant and a wandering dragon.

"boom!"

In less than a breath, the incoming blood talisman was split into two, and the sword light rushed towards the golden light unabated.

"ah!"

The golden light that was so angry and full of energy just now was like a dead dog lying in the dust in the blink of an eye.

He also murmured:

"Impossible, I am practicing the most powerful Xuanxin Secret Art of Xuanxin Zongzong. Since I mastered it, every day I practice it, my own skill will double. From now on, I am ten times better than myself at the beginning. hundred times."

"How could I not be your opponent?"

"Because, this Holy Lord is ten times and a hundred times stronger than you."

Yang Jiao raised his eyes and looked at Jin Guang expressionlessly.

"metropolitan."

At this time, the four generals Xuan Xin quickly came to Jin Guang and looked at Yang Jiao with their swords in guard.

With Qinglong's support, Jin Guang reluctantly stood up, coughed a few times, and looked around miserably.

Realizing that he had very few disciples left and that the sect was about to be destroyed, he immediately made up his mind that he would never become an eternal sinner of the Xuanxin Sect.

So, he said to Yang Jiao:

"Demon Lord, my remaining Xuanxin disciples are no longer able to resist. I am willing to sacrifice my own life to beg the Demon Lord to let them go."

"And, from now on, they will never be enemies of the Yinyue Dynasty."

"Sect Master, you may die." As soon as Qinglong beside him opened his mouth, Jin Guang raised his hand to stop him.

Then he stared at Yang Jiao with tight eyelids.

Yang Jiao's brows were full of indifference. Why are there always people who don't know their own abilities and want to put their lives on the line and make some very excessive demands on him?

"Jin Guang, as the authentic sect leader of Xuanxin, don't you know the principle of eradicating the roots? You must know that being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself."

After saying that, Yixi's sword slashed in the air, and hundreds of fierce sword lights appeared

The golden light and Xuan Xin were pierced out at a speed that they could not react in time.

As a result, several people were turned into ashes without even being able to scream.

"Leave no one alive, kill them all."

An extremely cold word drifted into the ears of Yin Yue Army with the wind.