Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Chapter 804 The Holy Son of the Demon Sect! The Secret of the Lord of Swords

The Dawn Sword Lord appeared out of nowhere and killed three major lords in the Sword Burial Valley. He was so powerful that he was invincible.

This news was as shocking as the earth, and stirred up thousands of huge waves. All around Jiuyao Zhenjun stood up suddenly, their hearts were shaken, and they could hardly control themselves.

"Impossible...how is this possible!?" Zhenjun Jiuyao screamed, and he instinctively denied it at the first moment.

The three major lords of the Demon Sect died in the hands of Lord Liming Sword?

is it possible? Not to mention the newly promoted True Lord, even he himself would not be able to do it.

This kind of achievement is so brilliant that it can eclipse most true kings.

How could True Lord Jiu Yao believe this outrageous information?

In his heart, even the death of the Blood Palace Lord was a big question mark.

"You'd better believe it."

Suddenly, the void floated, and the stars suddenly converged and turned into a majestic figure.

Lord Beidou Star walked into the hall with a solemn expression and an unpredictable thought in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Zhenjun Jiuyao's brows almost furrowed into the character "Chuan".

"This information is absolutely true. Lord Chihe, Lord Sorrow, Lord Yinwei... they all died in the hands of Lord Dawn Sword. The world was shattered and their bodies and souls disappeared." Beidou Zhenjun said solemnly.

"This is impossible!" Zhenjun Jiuyao's expression became extremely ferocious.

"Nothing is impossible."

Beidou Zhenjun shook his head and said: "Many disciples of my Demon Suppression Division were present in this battle and witnessed it with their own eyes. I have just summoned them and confirmed it repeatedly."

As soon as he said this, Zhenjun Jiuyao's face trembled suddenly, as if he was struck by lightning, and he was stunned on the spot.

He knew Beidou Zhenjun's behavior and was extremely cautious. Once he confirmed it, it was almost certain and undisputed.

"You'd better know that this Sword Lord of Dawn is not what you imagined. This person has hidden methods and is overbearing. If he really takes action, I'm afraid you are not worthy of him."

Beidou Zhenjun's cold voice sounded again, pulling Zhenjun Jiuyao back from his thoughts.

"What do you mean?" Zhenjun Jiuyao asked in a deep voice.

"Don't provoke this person again, put away your pride, he is not something you can provoke." Beidou Zhenjun ruthlessly revealed this cruel fact.

If this Dawn Sword Lord is really just a newcomer who got lucky, he may not be unable to show off his influence due to his identity and status as True Lord Jiu Yao.

After all, today's Dark Hall is no longer what it used to be, and it no longer has the same scenery as it did back then.

It is a pity that the Dawn Sword Lord has not only inherited a name, but the strength he has shown has now shocked the entire Demon Suppression Department.

Such a character has already developed supernatural powers and has no taboos, especially the one that Zhenjun Jiuyao can knead at will.

Before, it was because True Lord Void was around that there was no chance for him to establish his authority.

With the strength he showed in Buried Sword Valley, even if there was no True Lord of the Void that day, Jiu Yao probably wouldn't be able to get any advantage.

What's more, the Dawn Sword Lord is so amazing, shouldn't the Dark Hall lineage regard it as a treasure?

Anyone who dares to think wrongly at this time is seeking death.

Lord Void would not agree even if he tried his best to do so.

To put it bluntly, the death of the three major lords has now attracted the attention of the Demon Lord. Not only did the Lord of Disaster personally intervene, but even the Lord of Chaos rushed back.

"Damn it, this kid..." Zhenjun Jiuyao clenched his fists tightly, with deep unwillingness and aggrievedness in his eyes.

How could he not know what Beidou Zhenjun meant?

"I'm warning you again, don't provoke him at this time. He has already shown his strength and the situation has been established." Beidou Zhenjun said solemnly.

Fame has been established for a long time, and fate will bring new people.

Is there anything in this world that can achieve great success by stepping on the bones of our predecessors? ?

The charisma shown by the Dawn Sword Master now is enough to overwhelm everything.

As soon as he finished speaking, Beidou Zhenjun stepped out and disappeared into the cold hall.

All the servants saw each other and retreated one after another.

"Did you see it? This is the problem of raising tigers..."

At this moment, the strange skull reappeared, and the blue fire suddenly shot up.

"Damn it, shut up."

Before he finished speaking, Jiu Yao Zhenjun became furious and slapped him hard, breaking his bones.

The blue flame suddenly exploded and scattered.

…

Beyond the border, there is endless wasteland.

Deep in the Demon Sect, there is a palace made of dark metal.

Bai Lingting sat on the black iron throne, looking at the information in his hand, Gu Jing's calm eyes finally became confused.

The Holy Son of the Demon Sect couldn't help but be moved at this moment.

"Sword Lord Dawn... He really concealed his secrets and actually killed three major lords."

"According to the intelligence, this person seems to have not yet entered the boundary-breaking realm, but..."

The Crow Lord was also a little confused based on the intelligence of this battle. He really couldn't understand Zhou Dao's current state.

"It's interesting." Bai Lingting said lightly.

"Now, the sect is shaken. The fifth priest has summoned masters to specifically target the Sword Lord of Dawn." Lord Crow said solemnly.

Back then, in the Dark Hall, the Dawn Sword Lord was known as the number one. In order to kill him, the Demon Sect had been planning for how long and how much price it had paid.

Now, they don't want another equally terrifying existence.

The fall of the three major lords was a warning bell.

"This person deserves to die in my hands."

At this moment, Bai Lingting stood up from the Black Iron Throne.

When the Crow Lord saw this, his expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but bend down and kneel on the ground.

"Great Holy Son, are you going to take action yourself?"

Within the Demon Sect, the Holy Son is the supreme and unique existence.

They are a rare fit in ancient times. They possess powers that are very similar to those of the ancestors. They can restrain all laws in the world, and ordinary means cannot harm them at all.

Even the so-called true kings of the Demon Suppressing Division were like child's play in front of the Holy Son.

From a certain level, the Holy Son is no longer an ordinary creature. He is aloof and has reached a state that is unimaginable to the world.

There is almost no force in the world that can compete with it.

At this moment, Bai Lingting, as the Holy Son, actually wanted to take action himself, and the outcome was already doomed.

"I have nothing to do, just do whatever comes my way."

As he spoke, Bai Lingting stepped forward and disappeared into the black hall.

The Crow Lord raised his head tremblingly, looking at the empty hall, and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

He knew that Dawn Sword Lord was finished.

…

At this moment, deep in the Burial Sword Valley.

Zhou Dao kept moving forward with Wang Ling. He didn't know what kind of waves had been caused outside.

The two of them gradually went deep into the core area of ​​Sword Burial Valley.

Endless magic swords were stuck in the earth, like sleeping heroic spirits, and the terrifying sword energy emitted almost condensed into substance, as sticky as a swamp.

The fluctuations of destruction caused the void here to rotate in constant crushing and healing.

With this kind of fluctuation, even those who have mastered the magic realm will feel great pressure. If they are not careful, they will be severely injured and their lives will be in danger.

"No wonder Sword Burial Valley has existed for so long." Wang Ling couldn't help but exclaimed.

Zhou Dao's Hunyuan magic power was like a thin film, protecting the surroundings and isolating the terrifying sword energy.

Even so, Wang Ling could already feel the trembling in his soul.

This kind of desperate situation is simply a forbidden area for ordinary monks, and even Taoist masters dare not venture into it at will.

It’s no wonder that Sword Burial Valley can survive to this day.

"Three thousand years ago, in such a great world, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords was the top strong man. He was able to break through the siege and bring the blood of the Great Zhou royal family to this place. One can imagine his strength..."

Zhou Dao's voice resounded in Wang Ling's ears.

Three thousand years ago, the world was brilliant, with major turning points accumulated over countless eras.

The geniuses gathered together, the wind and clouds came together, and countless unparalleled catastrophes were created that would astonish the world in ancient and modern times. It was in such an era that Taizu of Great Qin came into being.

It is already a myth that the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords can reach the top in such years.

"No wonder it takes Tiangang and Earthsha to join forces to kill such a person."

"I heard that Tiangang Disha fought against the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords back then. The battle was very fierce. In the end, a mysterious strong man came to help and killed this eternal hero." Zhou Dao whispered.

This record was what he had seen in the notes of his predecessors in the Demon Control Division.

"Mysterious powerful man? Who is he?" Wang Ling couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know, maybe it's a wild history." Zhou Dao shook his head.

Regarding this paragraph, there is no record in the ancient book. It seems that it was passed down by word of mouth, and something went wrong.

Rumble…

At this moment, a burst of scarlet mist rose into the sky in front of him. In a trance, a woman with exquisite facial features and an extremely hot body walked through the air. She came barefoot, and her waist was as slim as a knife. She was more beautiful than Zhou Dao had ever seen before. Any woman is more irresistible.

The charming eyes that spread across the sky just glanced at Wang Ling briefly, and the latter stood there, as if he had lost his soul.

"roll!"

Suddenly, Zhou Dao shouted loudly, and the scarlet mist in the sky suddenly dissipated. The charming woman seemed to be frightened, and turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

"Master...Master..."

Wang Ling regained consciousness, his eyes were blank, his complexion was much pale, and his figure was actually much thinner.

In just an instant, he had ascended to heaven hundreds of times. The weakness and aftertaste that remained in his bones made it difficult for him to recover for a long time.

"That's the Sword of Great Desire."

Zhou Dao frowned slightly and looked towards the deep valley. There was a faint sword energy there, gathering together uncertainly and emitting strange fluctuations.

This sword seems to have no entity, changing by the heart, and different people see it differently.

"The Sword of Great Desire!?" Wang Ling couldn't help but be distracted.

"This kind of sword is very scary. Just taking it out of the sheath can make people lose themselves in their own desires until they die."

As he spoke, Zhou Dao turned back to look at Wang Ling, somewhat surprised.

"Young people, in good health, can understand."

"Master, I..."

"Not everyone can control this kind of sword." Zhou Dao said suddenly.

The truly powerful magic sword is not when a person controls the sword, but when the sword controls a person.

If the Sword of Great Desire spreads out, no matter who obtains it, they will be trapped in their own desires forever and will be unable to extricate themselves.

Only the Master of Ten Thousand Swords back then could control such a magical sword.

"The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords has seven great swords in total, and this Sword of Great Desire is just one of them."

Zhou Dao whispered and continued to move forward with Wang Ling.

"Master, that sword seems to be afraid of you."

"certainly."

"Master, don't you have any desire?" Wang Ling showed a strange look, and at the same time there was a look of envy in his eyes.

He doesn't know how much training he has to go through to reach this level.

"No, I have too many desires that it can't satisfy." Zhou Dao said with a slight smile.

Rumble…

At this moment, the field of vision in front suddenly became extremely empty, and there was not a single sword in sight.

Only in the center stood a broken monument, densely engraved with incomprehensible runes, and the aura it gave off made the swordsmen fearful and did not dare to approach.

"This is..." Wang Ling couldn't help but feel moved, feeling the familiar aura.

"This is the Great Sword. It is rumored to be the most domineering and vicious sword of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords."

"Is this a fierce sword!?" Wang Ling looked at the monument and couldn't help showing a strange look.

This thing can be called a sword! ?

"It is said that this sword is transformed from the most ferocious material in the world. It is uncarved and powerful. From ancient times to the present, only the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords can control it."

Rumble…

At this moment, the stone tablet shook violently, and a terrifying aura rose into the sky, shaking away the floating clouds in the sky, and streaks of red thunder continued to emerge, surging and intertwining, revealing the fluctuations of destruction.

At this moment, the entire Sword Burial Valley was trembling, as if it could not withstand such pressure.

"It has taken a fancy to you and wants to test your strength." Zhou Dao said in a deep voice.

"Don't be a coward!"

When Wang Ling heard this, his face condensed slightly, he took a deep breath and walked towards the ancient monument.

Rumble…

The domineering and ferocious sword energy surged toward Wang Ling like wind and lingering clouds.

Almost at the same moment, Wang Ling's whole body glowed with a strange light, as if the sun was setting on the Cangshan Mountain, and it was as ancient as a saint.

"Desolate Sun Seal!"

Suddenly, ancient ravings resounded throughout the world.

Wang Ling punched out, and the light of the Desolate Sun Seal tore apart the ferocious sword energy.

Buzz…

On the ancient monument, runes flew up one after another, and the sword light was even more terrifying than before, turning into evil and killing Wang Ling.

"If he can't control you, I will crush you to pave the way." Zhou Dao murmured softly.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the flying runes returned to the monument, and all the strange phenomena in the sky disappeared.

The fierce sword soared into the sky and fell obediently into Wang Ling's hands.

"Master, I succeeded."

"This is an inevitable success." Zhou Dao smiled: "This fierce sword can just restrain the demon sword in your hand."

"Huh!? Master, do you know?" Wang Ling couldn't help but be stunned.

This was his secret and an opportunity he got unintentionally. Even Jiang Yuan and Lin Xiaoxiao knew nothing about it.

"Hey, I generally don't like to meddle in my apprentice's affairs."

Zhou Dao smiled slightly and strolled forward.

"Everyone has his or her own destiny."

"Master..." Wang Ling murmured softly, showing gratitude.

"Finally found it!"

At this moment, Zhou Dao stopped in front of a huge pit, where a broken sword was stuck. Even though the years have changed, his aura is still terrifying, and the entwining black air is like the soul of a great demon, and it is brilliant. destroy.

This kind of weather is more terrifying than the fierce sword.

"Abyssal weapons..."

"The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords is indeed the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords." Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, he could be 100% sure that the supreme strongman who dominated the world three thousand years ago was a fitter.