Peerless Sword God

"There is no night in this seventh heaven?"

In the residence No. 301 of Manshi Palace, Lin Chen stood in front of the window, looking at the sky and the refreshing sky. He was quite surprised, and then nodded slightly.

"That's right. The sun and moon shine together in this seventh heaven, so how can there be day and night?"

Lin Chen looked at several streets and found that there was no difference when he came. The streets were still deserted, mainly occupied by local practitioners.

After all, local cultivators were born in the God-Eating Realm, and their realms ranged from high to low, ranging from the realm of divine ancestors to the realm of god kings.

It can be said that the local cultivators here are no different from the local cultivators below the sixth heaven, and their lives are not satisfactory. They mainly work for cultivators from outside and obtain cultivation resources.

Of course, there is also a good aspect, that is, there is no dispute in the God-Eating Realm. As long as you don't go to the killing battlefield, your life is not in danger. There are gains and losses.

With a sigh in his heart, Lin Chen closed the window and walked through the living room to the training room.

It is also the Manshi Palace, and it is also the residence No. 301, but the scope is larger. In addition to the living room and rooms, there is also a special training room.

The concentration of heaven and earth spiritual energy in this training room is very high, three times that of the sixth heaven, and one and a half times that of the seventh heaven, which is worthy of the price paid by Lin Chen.

In the training room, there was a spiritual jade bed. Lin Chen walked up to it, sat down cross-legged, and saw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the room gathering like a trickle.

The aura was so strong that in just a few breaths, a cloud of aura formed around Lin Chen, as white as cotton and as soft as water.

As soon as Lin Chenfu activated the power of the Divine Ancestor in his body, rich spiritual energy poured into his body, circulated throughout the heavens, and then returned to his Dantian, turning into the power of the Divine Ancestor.

"This cultivation speed is too fast. It seems that after only one and a half years of cultivation, the power of the Divine Ancestor in my body will be greatly improved."

A glint flashed in Lin Chen's eyes, but when he thought about asking Lun Tian Divine Ancestor, he felt helpless.

At the end of the banquet, Lin Chen asked him about the whereabouts of the Tears of Light to see if he could buy it, but found nothing.

According to Luntian Divine Ancestor, he has never heard of Tears of Light being sold since he came to the seventh heaven.

Lin Chen sighed in his heart, wondering when he would be able to find this thing?

Without the Tears of Light, it would be impossible to refine the divine weapons and demonic sins.

"Can I only go to the people of King Xufo Ming to ask for this thing?"

Lin Chen frowned secretly. He had righteousness in hand and was a reasonable party, so he could do this, but would the other party agree?

the answer is negative.

It seems that for now, we can only practice and improve our strength.

Lin Chen shook off this thought, took a breath, and while absorbing the spiritual energy, he ran the Holy Path of Chaos and began to understand.

Gradually, gray chaotic energy began to fill the surface of his body, coating the spiritual energy cloud around him with a layer of gray brilliance.

While Lin Chen was practicing, the Blood Nether Spear Ancestor had already known about his coming to the seventh heaven, and couldn't help but gear up and figure out how to deal with Lin Chen.

The Blood Nether Spear Ancestor, who was cultivating in a blood tower, sat cross-legged on a cloud of blood, his eyes glowing with cold blood, revealing a bloodthirsty light.

"Xu Fo, don't worry, I will kill that kid soon to avenge you."

The bloodthirsty light in the eyes of the Blood Abyss Spear Ancestor disappeared, replaced by a murderous intent. He immediately summoned a demon and ordered: "You write a letter of challenge in my name and give it to your Heavenly Sword Divine Ancestor and call him Two days later, fight to the death with me on the killing battlefield.”

"Yes, Lord Xueyuan."

The demon respectfully accepted the order and went to do it quickly.

Sending out this letter of challenge means that Lin Chen, who has just arrived in the seventh heaven, will face a huge challenge.

Moreover, in addition to the Blood Nether Spear Ancestor, there is also a demon giant who is even more terrifying than him. He wants to kill Lin Chen with a thousand swords immediately.

This giant of the demon clan is the father of King Xufo Ming, the Demon Ancestor of Yunchan.

On a vast plain in the Senluo Realm, there is a powerful light demon force, the family of Xufo Mingwang, who dominates here.

Looking around, the golden domes and pagodas bloom in the sunlight, forming a grand and solemn scene.

At this moment, everything was deserted, and the sound of sorrow could not be heard. When the sight was zoomed in to a square, a grand funeral ceremony was being held.

This is the funeral ceremony of King Xufo Ming.

He was the young patriarch of the family. His death made the clan members extremely sad. Many elders gathered around Demon Ancestor Yunchan and saluted:

"Clan leader, the young leader is the future of our clan. Now he died at the hands of the human race. This revenge must be avenged."

Demon Ancestor Yunchan was wearing an apricot Buddhist shirt, twirling a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, chanting "Amitabha", and said: "The person who killed my son was a human genius known as the Ancestor of the Heavenly Sword God. As the saying goes, he should pay for my son's life."

Many elders agreed: "The patriarch is right. The human race has always been humble and cowardly. If you dare to kill the young patriarch today, you should take his head and pay homage to the heroic spirit of the young patriarch."

At this moment, a deacon came a few steps from outside, bowed and said: "Clan Chief, someone from the God Killing Realm sent a letter." After saying that, he handed over a letter.

Demon Ancestor Yunchan took it and took a look, his eyes instantly turned cold, and he said with a murderous look on his face: "This son An dares to offend my clan like this, is he trying to bully my clan?"

After speaking, he handed the letter in his hand to the elders: "You guys have a look."

"What? That day, the Sword God Ancestor actually wanted our clan to hand over the Tears of Light?"

"How unreasonable! No human race in the world dares to insult our clan like this, let alone a junior from the human clan. If we don't put him to death, how will our clan's face be saved?"

"Please give the clan leader's order to kill that little boy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth."

All the elders were burning with anger, their faces were as dark as water, but there was no trace of murderous intent in their eyes, but just like this, it made people feel heartbroken.

"Tears of Light? Okay, okay, it turns out that this son and my son are fighting life and death for this thing. If so, then I will fulfill his wish."

Demon Ancestor Yunchan actually smiled and said to the deacon at the bottom of the steps: "Bring a group of people to the seventh heaven of Devouring God Realm and spread the news that there are traces of Tears of Light in Luojia Mountain. ”

"As commanded."

The deacon immediately accepted the order and left. The other elders complimented one after another: "The clan leader has a good plan. That boy wants the Tears of Light. If he knows there is one in Luojia Mountain, he will definitely go. Then we will catch turtles in a jar and call him He is worse off than dead."

"I can't do anything in the God-killing Realm, so I'll use a move to lure the snake out of the hole."

Demon Ancestor Yunchan nodded, his cold eyes softened, and he looked kindly at the coffin where his son's body was placed. He clasped his hands together, said "Amitabha", and ordered: "Lift the coffin."

"Lift the coffin!"

The elders sang along, with sadness on their faces, and then the tribesmen carried the coffin and walked outside the square to bury King Xufo Ming.

Outside the Devouring God Realm, the sky is gray, with thousands of mountain peaks standing on the wall, and stone pillars standing tall, supporting a portal as dark as ink, shaped like the entrance to hell.

There are practitioners from all over the Senluo Realm, coming in and out with the God-Eating Token.

Suddenly, a ball of black energy came from far and near, stopped outside the mountain, and transformed into a young man in a fire robe.

He is one foot tall, but has a perfect body proportions like the golden ratio. His skin is fair, with a black rune between his eyebrows. His eyes are pitch black, with no distinction between the whites of the eyes and the pupils.