I'm a demon cultivator

Time passed, and in the sword tower, anyone who was still comprehending or fighting against the enemy's sword energy was a group of people who had already gained something.

Among these people, there was naturally Long Zhangyuan, the son of destiny appointed by the founder of Tujian Mountain.

He was like a hard-working monk, starting from the first floor, comprehending layer by layer, instead of choosing the most suitable layer for himself like other monks.

However, he was not wasting his efforts in vain.

Because when Long Zhangyuan came to the thirteenth floor of the sword tower, he had accumulated twelve unique sword energies.

And as these twelve unique sword energies flew out, the sword energy in the sky of the thirteenth floor suddenly stopped.

It seemed that they just restrained each other.

Then, Long Zhangyuan pulled out the broken fairy sword with great ease.

However, it was not difficult to pull out the fairy sword, but with the broken fairy sword in hand, Long Zhangyuan fell to the ground and howled in pain.

And the life-saving treasures on his body were broken one after another!

There are puppet-like substitutes, fake bodies that are like scarecrows, and talismans that look like talisman...

It can be seen that Tujian Mountain really values ​​this son of destiny.

Before this, Tan Shuchang's nine sword qi killed Qian Zhenzi on the spot, but he only cut off three of his life-saving treasures. But Long Zhangyuan broke seven or eight life-saving treasures in just a short while.

These are life-saving treasures, not some common stuff!

However, after so many life-saving treasures were lost, Long Zhangyuan finally stopped howling in pain. He got up from the ground with a hideous face, and then looked at the broken fairy sword in his hand, and couldn't help showing fear in his eyes.

But soon, Long Zhangyuan's eyes turned into ecstasy again.

"Hahahaha! Hahaha!"

And in this great joy, Long Zhangyuan couldn't help laughing wildly.

Fairy sword!

He actually conquered this immortal sword!

Although the immortal sword had been broken long ago, it can be called an immortal sword instead of a spiritual treasure. One can imagine the extraordinary nature of this broken immortal sword.

"Tan Shuchang, you looked down on me today, but now I have the immortal sword in my hand. One day I will make you regret your arrogance today!"

With a sword in hand, Long Zhangyuan had the confidence to kill Tan Shuchang again.

At this time, as the immortal sword was taken away, the sword tower began to shake slightly.

Seeing this, Long Zhangyuan quickly put away the immortal sword, then raised his hand to capture a ray of rosy clouds, which turned into a rainbow of light under his feet, carrying him out, because the sword tower was about to close.

If you walk slowly, you will be locked in the sword tower.

In the past, this would not matter. At most, he would call the Jianjiandao general to let him consume his essence and blood, and then open the sword tower again. But now, Long Zhangyuan felt that Tan Shuchang would take this opportunity to refine the magic weapon.

As soon as Long Zhangyuan got outside, he found that three of his uncles were already waiting for him.

So he hurriedly stepped forward to apologize: "It's my fault for making the uncles wait for me."

"It's okay, it's okay, how is it, did you gain anything?"

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission!" Long Zhangyuan said excitedly.

"Okay, that's good! Let's go. Although the matter of Caiyun Valley has not been resolved this time, you have this good fortune, and I think you can give an explanation to your master." The three old ancestors of Tujian Mountain performed perfectly.

However, Long Zhangyuan was stunned when he heard this.

Because he still had two uncles who were not here.

In addition, Sister Qingqing was not here either.

Seeing Long Zhangyuan's expression change, the three old monks of Tujian Mountain didn't know what the young man was thinking, so they explained: "Junior Sister Nangong happened to pass by and took away Junior Sister Yi Qingqing. As for your Uncle Zhenlingzi and Uncle Kanxuzi, they have something to do."

The first half of this sentence was said with a smile, but the tone of the second half was a little gloomy.

Therefore, when Long Zhangyuan heard this, he couldn't help guessing that the two uncles were going to avenge the dead Uncle Qianzhenzi! This made him feel a little regretful, because if this happened, he wouldn't be able to kill Tan Shuchang himself.

After all, in Long Zhangyuan's opinion, if the two uncles who practiced swordsmanship for nearly a hundred years attacked together, the man surnamed Tan would definitely die!

So, a group of four people drove the flying swords and flew towards Tujian Mountain.

The speed of the flying sword was extremely fast, and only a few methods of driving the clouds could match the speed of the flying sword. However, because Long Zhangyuan had the lowest cultivation level and had only practiced for a short time, the flying speed of the four people at this time was only ordinary speed.

Just like that, after flying dozens of miles, suddenly, a lotus flower bloomed in the clouds.

Then a light-like palm stretched out from the lotus.

Boom!

This was the light-like palm that slapped down.

"How dare you, little thief!" An old ancestor of Tujian Mountain frowned slightly, and with his cold snort, the wind in the sky suddenly hushed, and then the invisible shattering force broke out, directly shattering the palm.

However, the palm was broken, but a large formation had been formed around them at some point, and blood was constantly flowing out from the void.

As the blood flowed, they clearly felt the stagnation of their own qi and the eagerness of the blood in their bodies.

It was as if their blood had life and wanted to escape from it.

"It's the Blood Refining Formation!"

These Tujian Mountain old monks are naturally knowledgeable, so they recognized what kind of magic array this was at first sight.

However, although they were trapped in the vicious array, these Tujian Mountain old monks seemed very calm, and even had the mind to chat.

"Hasn't there been no outstanding practitioners of the "Blood Refining Lotus Art" in recent years? And the older generation who practiced this art have all been slaughtered by the black-hearted old man. Where did this successful practitioner come from?"

"Who knows, maybe the black-hearted guy missed it?"

The tone was casual and the expression was relaxed. It was obvious that these Tujian Mountain old monks thought they could easily break this blood refining array.

And this was indeed the case, because they then instructed Long Zhangyuan on how to break this blood refining array.

"This blood refining formation is extremely vicious and can be ranked in the top ten of the magic formations. Any living creature that falls into the blood refining formation will have its blood and essence refined and become a dried corpse. However, in front of my Tujianshan, this blood refining formation is nothing more than a low-level trick of chickens and pottery dogs."

"Zhang Yuan, you can use the sword control formula and the Qi sword method to cut the thirty-six Tiangang positions, and then you can force out the formation center of this formation! As for the next step, I think you know what to do without me saying more."

"Yes!"

Long Zhangyuan agreed immediately, and as he acted according to his words, a vortex soon appeared in the blood.

He immediately slashed it with a sword.

Bang!

In just a moment, the blood in the sky disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, the blood refining formation was broken.

Long Zhangyuan showed a happy expression, but before he could show his smile, he heard the exclamations of his three uncles. The next second, his eyes went dark, and he was slapped down by a black handprint.

Fortunately, the top-grade flying sword of the spiritual instrument level had its own spirituality, so when Long Zhangyuan fell, it quickly flew out and saved him.

"Tan Shuchang!" The three old ancestors of Tujian Mountain were extremely angry.

It was the first time that Tan Shuchang made a move, and he deceived these three. The second time he made a move, the three sensed his own aura, so he was recognized at once.

When Tan Shuchang heard the voice, he no longer hid. He stepped into the clouds, and his body was intertwined with rosy clouds. It seemed that he was stepping on a dragon transformed by golden light.

"Seniors, how are you!" Tan Shuchang greeted with a smile, as if he was greeting an acquaintance, not a life-and-death battle.

"You dare to ambush us, you are so bold!" The three old monks of Tujian Mountain were shocked and angry.

"It's just a simple ambush that is nothing to worry about. There is no need to be brave. The three old seniors are joking." Tan Shuchang said with a smile, and nine blood-colored sword qi appeared behind him.

When the evil sword qi appeared, the two atmospheres of weirdness and murderousness overlapped instantly.

At the same time, the nine blood-colored sword qi suddenly appeared in front of one of the old monks.

This old monk of Tujian Mountain knew the power of this sword qi. After all, one of his junior brothers died under these nine blood-colored sword qi.

Immediately, the old monk tried his best to attack.

Not seeking merit, but seeking to block this attack.

And this can also be regarded as sharing the pressure for his two fellow disciples.

The next second, the old ancestor monk of Tujian Mountain, whose originally stiff expression was relaxed, showed a little joy on his face, because he successfully blocked the nine blood-colored sword qi.

So he immediately called his two fellow disciples to join him.

However, at this moment, a sudden burst of palpitations and pain all over the body made the old ancestor monk of Tujian Mountain silent, and also made him understand why his junior brother Qian Zhenzi was divided into several pieces.

It turned out that there were not nine blood-colored sword qi, but ten!

And this tenth blood-colored sword qi, unlike the other nine blood-colored sword qi, was extremely good at hiding.

It was not until the moment when the sword qi pierced his body that he discovered the existence of the tenth blood-colored sword qi.

So far, another old ancestor monk of Tujian Mountain has died!

"Junior Brother!"

"Junior Brother Dui Liangzi!"

The other two Tujianshan ancestor monks screamed in horror, and this was also an ancestor monk who did not let the world know his name until he died.

"Don't worry, you two, you will see him soon anyway."

Tan Shuchang said, and then saw blood light rising into the sky, and then a tall blood-colored human figure that seemed to reach the sky and the earth appeared in front of the two ancestor monks.

As soon as the blood-colored human figure appeared, the devil's power also descended, and the surging power actually ignited a group of blood-colored flames around the two people.

This is the devil fire ignited by the other party's blood.

The black shadow cultivated in the "Black Shadow Immortal Secret Book" was originally accompanied by black fire. When it came to Tan Shuchang, although there was only one blood shadow left, and it was transformed by himself, the accompanying devil fire was extremely powerful.

Especially with the power of 75 years of practice, in just a moment, these two old monks of Tujian Mountain turned into two dried corpses.

And these two did not leave a name until their death.

"Brother!"

At this time, two flying swords broke through the air. They were Zhen Lingzi and Kan Xuzi who had gone to seek revenge on Tan Shuchang.

When the two saw the broken bodies and dried corpses on the ground, they were extremely shocked and angry.

"Devil, you deserve to die!"

"Hahaha, the two old seniors are really like justice. Although they are late, they are not absent after all!" Tan Shuchang's gentle chuckle came from the bloody figure.

He was really happy.

After all, if these two didn't come, he would be troubled.

So, at the moment when Tan Shuchang's voice fell, the magic power and the magic fire descended on the two people together. In just a moment, Zhen Lingzi and Kan Xuzi, who were originally angry and angry, were left with only fear.

And seeing that they were about to be killed by the magic fire, the two old ancestor monks of Tujian Mountain gritted their teeth and hit the last of their power on Long Zhangyuan's flying sword.

The flying sword made a long cry, and then broke through the air and left.

But without the support of their cultivation skills, the two old ancestor monks of Tujian Mountain could not even scream, and they turned into mummies directly.

The blood-red light flashed, and Tan Shuchang's figure reappeared. He looked at the direction where Long Zhangyuan broke through the air and left, but his expression was a little subtle.

Because this guy pulled out the broken fairy sword, Tan Shuchang really didn't want to kill the son of destiny at the moment.

Otherwise, the son of destiny and the fairy sword disappeared at the same time, and Nan Jian on Tujian Mountain might have to go down the mountain overnight.

Then, Tan Shuchang took a look at the corpse on the ground and prepared to go down to touch the corpse.

After all, it is not difficult to see from the things hidden on Zhao Huaiji's body that these old ancestor monks of Tujian Mountain must have a lot of good things on their bodies.

But at this time, an accident happened.

Because a yin energy suddenly surged from two mummies, and then the two mummies regained their mobility again.

"Corpse transformation?"

Tan Shuchang was a little surprised.

Although there is a dark land in this world, ghosts will appear after people die, but in many cases, the ghosts are blown to the dark land by the wind as soon as they leave the body.

If a cultivator dies in a fight with someone, his qi will be agitated, and even if there is no wind, his own qi can generate wind.

Therefore, most of those who can wander in the world after death were mortals in their lifetime.

Just as Tan Shuchang was surprised, he saw a gust of cold wind blowing, and two dim figures instantly appeared in his field of vision.

The two dim figures first raised their hands to control the two mummies, and then clasped their fists to Tan Shuchang.

"Can it be a hidden virtue?" A somewhat hazy and stiff voice sounded.

Tan Shuchang thought about it and nodded.

The two dim figures also nodded, and then one of them threw out two bamboo pieces, and then took the two mummies and turned into cold wind and disappeared.

Tan Shuchang caught the bamboo piece and looked at it carefully.

I don't know what kind of bamboo this bamboo piece was made of, it feels like raw iron and is very heavy. Although they were only as long as a little finger, these two bamboo pieces actually felt as heavy as a hundred pounds.

In the middle of each bamboo piece, there was a dark red font - One.

Then, unable to see anything else, Tan Shuchang began to wonder about the basic structure of the underworld. Because the two dark figures that were obviously the underworld were actually just ghosts.