My mythical world

The Zixiao Palace meeting in the depths of chaos decided on this calamity, but most of the creatures in the prehistoric era did not know everything, and most people just followed the trend.

At this time, in the palace of Yin and Shang, the co-leader of the human race in Nanzhan Continent, Emperor Yi of a generation of heroes passed away. Before his death, he entrusted Gu Wenzhong, who was just about to succeed to the throne of the young King Zhou.

When he first came to the throne, he worked hard to govern, and his force was amazing, and the world could not see any sign of weakness.

However, this is the prehistoric world after all, and many qi-refiners practice Taoism and watch qi, but they often say in the ears of King Zhou:

"The days of the Yin and Shang Dynasties are over, and he is the last king."

He was so angry that he drove many people from outside the country out of the country, or arrested them and imprisoned them in prison.

One night, after working hard to correct the memorials, King Zhou slept on the dragon couch tiredly. Suddenly he woke up suddenly, and drops of hot sweat dripped from his forehead.

"What kind of evildoer dares to offend the human king and the emperor? Are you not afraid that the fate of the human race will backfire?!"

Facing the darkness, King Zhou shouted without fear, while his right hand was secretly holding the sword on the bedside.

Although it is said that the human race has been determined by the saints of heaven and earth to have no eternal king since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, they have directly restricted the emperor and human kings from cultivating on the great road, and cannot comprehend the heaven and earth with their souls. Therefore, generations of heroes can only be unwilling to die of old age.

Although King Zhou was born with supernatural powers, he also secretly practiced immortal magic and Qi refining techniques like his ancestors, but it had no effect. On the contrary, his body became stronger and stronger.

"Jie Jie! It's so sad and sad that we still don't know when we will die." A strange voice came from the darkness.

"snort!"

King Zhou snorted coldly and drew his sword to cut down the darkness in front of him, "I am the emperor, all the barbarians surrender, and all the guests are subdued! Now the country is peaceful and the people are safe, I will not get you in the next round, you are a monster and gibberish!"

"Foolish man, now the six heavenly saints have consulted and have decided that you will be destroyed in Tangtang!

It's also because they left the ancient world that I can show up to meet you. If you don't want your country to be destroyed in life and death, you'd better listen to me! "

I don’t know where this mysterious visitor came from, but he was not afraid of human luck and was able to break into the emperor’s palace. King Zhou walked like a dragon and tiger, holding the emperor’s dragon and phoenix sword and pointed:

"The monster who doesn't know whether to live or die yet still refuses to retreat! Could it be that he wants to wait until his soul is gone?!"

Now that King Zhou has just ascended the throne, the country's fortunes are booming, and the world is peaceful and peaceful. Although there are some rumors, rumors exist in any era. King Zhou never believes that he will be the last king!

The mysterious visitor wanted to say something else, but unexpectedly, birds chirped all over him, and the darkness rippled.

"Damn black bird."

There was a secret curse in the darkness, and with a clang, a piece of black jade fell into the animal rug of the palace.

"When you figure it out in the future, you can use blood to drip into the black jade, and then you will naturally understand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a guard suddenly asked carefully outside the door:

"Your Majesty, was it you who made the noise just now?"

King Zhou shook his head and came back to his senses, wondering if it was just an illusion that he had just woken up from sleep.

But when his eyes glanced inadvertently, he suddenly discovered that there was indeed a piece of black jade that looked like it was dyed black with ink on the precious animal rug on the ground.

"Huh, evil and heretic thing."

King Zhou bent down and picked up the black jade. He was about to throw it into the brazier, but he accidentally placed it on the bedside.

Unintentionally, the departure of the six ancient saints caused many demons and ghosts to appear.

On Penglai Island, the Jiejiao Immortals who had concluded their meetings were eagerly waiting for the return of their leader. Among them, Zhao Gongming, the top disciple of the outer sect, and Mengru Shenji, kept in touch with the brothers.

The visiting Mengru Shenji had a toothache, and even wandered away several times. She went to the Zhutian Forum to check other information. Suddenly, the confused Mengru Shenji's eyes lit up.

"Uncle Zhao, is this your favorite disciple? Was he specially appointed by the master?" Penglai Island One-Qi Immortal Yu Yuan asked his disciple curiously.

"Haha!" Zhao Gongming also boasted as before, and by the way, he also heightened the dangerous scene when he accepted his disciples.

However, the eyes of Meng Ruishenji behind him fell on a bloody magic sword behind Yu Yuan's disciple Yu Hua, and his big heart was beating loudly at this moment.

"Blood Transforming Divine Sword!"

Mengru Shenji thought excitedly in her heart. In order to avoid repeating the mistake of "There is rain in the North Ming Dynasty", every player who entered the prehistoric world made up some myths and legends, and Mengru Shenji was no exception.

There are many contradictions among the numerous mythological materials in the sea of ​​books. Mengru Shenji once saw in a side book that it is said that the blood-transforming magic sword behind Yu Hua contains a great secret!

It seems to be related to the Twelve Ancestral Witches who fell in the last era. It is said that it is related to the opportunity to attain enlightenment!

When I think of this secret, my heart skips a beat, and I feel that my future is bright, and becoming a saint is no longer a dream!

Seeing that the master was still chattering, Mengluo Shenji couldn't help but pull down the corner of his clothes. Zhao Gongming looked at him in confusion.

Mengru Shenji had pulled him aside and whispered secretly.

"What? Are you interested in the blood-transforming magic sword that Yu Yuan's nephew gave to his disciples?" Zhao Gongming was puzzled, and he also cast his eyes on the bloody murderous sword behind Yu Hua.

The momentum is quite good, and the appearance is also very good, but from the appearance, it seems to be a strange weapon, not an authentic and majestic weapon. Does your disciple like this kind of weapon?

Seeing that master and apprentice Yu Yuan were about to leave, and worried that after this meeting, there would be no chance next time, Mengru Shenji urged:

"Master, please ask Senior Brother Yu Yuan if he can bear the pain and give up. My disciple likes this magic sword very much!"

Seeing his apprentice like this blood knife so much, Zhao Gongming couldn't help but catch up with Master Yu Yuan. There was nothing he could do. Who told him to love his apprentice so much?

"Master Yu Yuan, please stay for a while."

Suddenly, Yu Yuan and Yu Hua stopped and looked back. Zhao Gongming coughed twice, looked at the Blood-Transforming Divine Knife behind Yu Hua and said:

"To be honest, the goddess just told me that he fell in love with Master Yu's Blood-Transforming Divine Knife at first sight. Just like the eldest brother, he sometimes likes a magic weapon very much."

Speaking of this, "Zhao Gongming, who is very righteous" blushed a little. He was famous for his loyalty. Now it was the first time that he shamelessly asked the younger generation for a magic weapon.

"Of course, I won't make it difficult for Master Yu. This is the lower-grade innate spiritual treasure "Soul-Snatching Stick." Zhao Gongming took out a black stick.

"Haha"

Yu Yuan laughed twice, and his disciple Yu Hua beside him was also surprised. He wondered why the disciple of this great senior was interested in the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. Could it be that he liked to play with poison?

"Uncle Zhao is serious. It's just an unexpected magic weapon that can't be mentioned, Yu Hua." Yu Yuan smiled nonchalantly.

Disciple Yu Hua was also smart. He knew that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to buy a favor for Senior Zhao. After all, he was only a fourth-generation disciple, and even Meng Rushen Ji was his elder.

Chi!

A blood-red knife flashed by, and Yu Hua had expelled the Yuanshen mark of the sacrifice on the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. He respectfully held the knife to Senior Zhao with both hands:

"Senior, be careful not to be cut by the divine sword. This weapon is extremely fierce and the strange poison is difficult to resolve." As he said this, Yu Yuan also took out three pills and handed them to Zhao Gongming.

Meng Rushenji was watching from behind with envy. Even her big heart was trembling slightly at this moment. This was the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, which was said to be related to the secret of proving the innate saint!

Zhao Gongming took the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword and scanned the blood sword in his hand with his spiritual sense. Except for feeling that it was very poisonous, he did not find anything unusual. However, if the disciple likes it, he should give it to him.

After that, Zhao Gongming forcibly gave the Soul-Snatching Rod to Yu Hua, saying that he could not take advantage of the younger generation. After some refusal, both parties left with laughter.

"Yes, disciple."

Zhao Gongming casually threw the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword to his disciple, and Meng Rushenji immediately caught it with great caution, fearing that if she was not careful, she would die.

After getting the divine sword, Meng Rushenji was anxious and did not care to get familiar with the dying people, and urged the master to rush back to Mount Emei.

Zhao Gongming was getting impatient with being pestered, and waved his long sleeves, and his mount Black Tiger appeared, letting it carry Meng Ru Shen Ji back to the cave first. He still wanted to have a party with his fellow apprentices to brag. No, it was a party to discuss the Dao.

Not to mention that she had the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword tightly in her pocket all the way, and everyone she saw was a treasure-hunter, Meng Ru Shen Ji was nervous all the way, worried about gains and losses, and he never expected that such a divine weapon could be obtained in this way!

"Could this be the instrument of my Divine Princess's proof of the Dao?" Meng Ru Shen Ji had a lot of fantasies, and even doubted whether she was the chosen one of the prehistoric world!

Back in the thatched cottage on Mount Emei, Meng Ru Shen Ji started the mountain protection formation in a hurry, and immediately studied this Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. However, in the next few days, no matter what methods he tried.

None of the blood refining, fire refining, and ice refining worked. In addition to proving that this divine sword is indeed very toxic, it will hurt if touched, and it will kill if rubbed, Meng Ru Shen Ji still didn't find any connection with the ancestor witch?

"Could it be that the divine secret is not here?" Meng Rushenji, who was so anxious that the Samadhi True Fire was about to burst out, suddenly thought so.

However, what he didn't know was that on the other side, on Penglai Island, Yu Yuan was smiling and saying to his apprentice:

"Disciple, it seems that my master's way of refining weapons is very strong, even Master Zhao has praised it."

Yu Hua smiled and replied: "Master has inherited the true teachings of the ancestors, and is proficient in all eighteen unique skills."

"Haha"

Yu Yuan laughed and took out a Blood-Transforming Divine Sword from his back that was exactly the same as the previous one, "Disciple, my master's refining weapon had an accident again, and I will give you this newly-made Blood-Transforming Divine Sword. Be careful not to scratch yourself."

Yu Hua knelt down in joy and took it. He turned his head and looked at the corner of the palace. He saw a series of failed blood swords with the same shape but wrong patterns. The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is almost becoming a standard weapon.