Reborn as a demon cultivator, picked up a zombie planet at the beginning

The virtual boat breaks the sky.

The dark clouds weigh down.

The virtual people descend on the virtual land like raindrops.

Zhuoyin took a deep breath and looked around. There were dark blue forests, lands and rivers everywhere.

He said excitedly, "This is the world suitable for us to make achievements. It is so wonderful."

The two golden-topped destroyers behind him laughed.

They had all been sent to the lower realms to fight. A calamity general led more than ten calamity soldiers as a team, which was enough to sweep across a lower realm.

The three of them were the best among them.

Not only did they successfully conquer the lower realms, but they also transformed the calamity-crossing geniuses in the realm into slaves.

There were hundreds of silver-topped and bronze-topped destroyers behind them.

Mingyuan said calmly, "Be careful. There are many strong people in Chiyangtian, not the lower realms you have dealt with before."

Zhuoyin smiled, "I know, there are still five disaster kings there."

Behind them, a disaster king immediately landed, and the ground shook in an instant, as if it had experienced an earthquake.

His name is Zhuofei. He is a perfect Earth Disaster King, on par with the perfect Xuanxian, and is deeply trusted by the Five Turbids Disaster Kings.

Zhuoyin asked, "Zhuofei Disaster King, how many Earth Disaster Kings are there this time?"

Zhuofei casually said, "Including me, there are five in total."

"Zhuolian and Zhuojiang went to Baifeng Mountain, Zhuolu and Zhuoxi went to Xunfeng Mountain."

Zhuoyin couldn't help but ask, "Are five Earth Disaster Kings enough?"

Zhuofei sneered, "Do you think it's not enough?"

"There are not many Xuanxians in Chiyangtian, and they are not united."

"We will only attack Dongtian Mountain this time, regardless of other things. The rest of the Xuanxians will probably not show up."

"There are only three or four people who are a little tricky in Dongtian Mountain now, and they can't make any waves."

He pointed to the Five Turbids Palace in the sky, which seemed to be dominating the world, "Besides, the Five Disaster Kings are watching from above. If there is any unexpected situation, he will show up."

Zhuoyin immediately felt as if he had taken a reassurance pill.

Zhuo Fei shouted, "Let's go, put the East Tianshan of Chiyangtian under the rule of my Zhuo tribe!"

The countless virtual people who fell from the sky like dumplings were immediately discovered by the nearby East Tianshan monks.

They only had time to issue one or two warnings before they were quickly destroyed by the footsteps of the virtual army.

...

Outside the virtual land of Xunfeng Mountain.

Gu Dongtian frowned as he looked at the virtual people who kept falling.

The Zhuo tribe came too fast.

He barely sensed the existence of Chiyangtian's will, and they came.

It really disrupted his steps.

"The situation is hopeless, so it's better to retreat first."

Gu Dongtian didn't waste time and led his disciples to withdraw immediately.

After flying for a while, the eldest disciple Ji Cang suddenly reported, "Master, Junior Brother is surrounded by the Void People."

Gu Dongtian frowned even more, "I have ordered a retreat, why doesn't Yi Jian leave?"

"Now the Void People are so powerful, if you don't leave, you will die, why are you so unwise?"

Ji Cang whispered, "Junior Brother said that he was born to deal with the Void People, and he is determined to live and die with Dongtian Mountain."

Gu Dongtian was silent for a long time before sighing, "I can't kill all of you to save him."

"Let's go, retreat to the Lightless Sea."

The eleven disciples followed him silently and retreated to the Lightless Sea, and disappeared after a while.

Yi Jian stood between heaven and earth with a sword, facing the Void People of the Turbid Department who were surging like a tide.

He was in the late stage of the True Immortal, and his cultivation was not the highest among the twelve fellow disciples, but his sword was superb, and his killing was the strongest.

The sword shadows flew, and there was death within a thousand miles around him.

If anyone below the level of Jinding Mieshuai approaches, he will surely die.

After killing more than ten Yinding Mieshuai in succession, even the Xu people of Zhuo tribe showed fear.

This human race is not simple, and must not be taken lightly.

In the end, they could only surround Yi Jian and dare not approach within a thousand miles.

After a moment, the Xu people pushed aside and revealed a passage.

Zhuojiang flew out of thin air, stared at Yi Jian, and showed joy, "What a strong sword cultivator, you must be Yi Jian, the twelfth disciple of Gudongtian, if you abandon darkness and join my Zhuo tribe, I can guarantee that you will be promoted to Jinding Mieshuai!"

As soon as the voice fell, countless turbid air surged away, trying to erode Yi Jian's mind and twist it unconsciously.

Yi Jian's response was a sword energy that rushed straight to his face.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the turbid air was instantly emptied.

Zhuojiang looked confused.

He could feel that the turbid air had already eroded into his body, but why did the person in front of him still stand without any intention of surrendering?

Yi Jian, who had not said a word from beginning to end, finally spoke at this time.

"Do you know why I stayed?"

His voice was calm and there was no emotional fluctuation.

Zhuo Jiang was confused, "Why? You are the most promising disciple under the ancient emperor. You can't be looking for death, right?"

Yi Jian's face, which seemed to be frozen for thousands of years, showed a smile, "You guessed right, I am looking for death."

Suddenly, there was a sound of countless sword energy colliding and flying in his body.

The next moment, the flesh body disappeared, and billions of flying swords whistled out!

The sword energy spanned 30,000 miles, and the sword light chilled the world!

The virtual people of Zhuo tribe fell down like wheat being cut.

Even the disaster king Zhuo Jiang was smashed by the surging sword energy, and he groaned and kept retreating.

After a few breaths, the sword energy subsided, and there was nothing here.

Zhuo Jiang was stunned.

He couldn't understand why someone would want to die.

Xuanling Realm

Sword Master Yi Jian stood on the highest mountain and slashed the thunder.

Since Chu Xuan ascended, he came to slash thunder almost every day, never slacking off.

Later, Dan Jieli left, Shang Tianjue ascended, Shang Xingchen ascended, but he and his fellow disciples never ascended.

But he still came to slash thunder.

The moment Yi Jian of Chiyangtian turned his weapon into a sword, Yi Jian of Xuanlingjie suddenly looked solemn.

It was like a river that had accumulated for countless years bursting its banks and rushing for thousands of miles.

It was also like a volcano that had been suppressed for tens of millions of years suddenly erupted.

The state that had been trapped for a long time suddenly opened up at this moment!

"I have a sword that can open the gate of heaven!"

Yi Jian murmured, and slashed out with a sword. It seemed ordinary, but the thunder retreated, the gate of heaven opened, and the fairy air was dense!

All the Tianzun who had crossed the tribulation cast their eyes.

"Junior brother has made a breakthrough."

"The sword that moves forward is still one step ahead of us."

"Junior brother, if you meet Master after ascending, remember to say hello to him!"

Yi Jian looked at his senior brothers and sisters with a deep gaze.

"I will."

He remembered.

Master Gu Dongtian took something from each of them in his early years.

With an incomplete body and a flawed soul, how could he ascend to immortality?

But just at that moment, he seemed to sense the demise of another self.

It was at that moment that his opportunity to ascend arrived.

The sword's heart was clear.

He had understood everything.

This time in the fairyland, he really wanted to find Master to reminisce about the past.

The thunder was annihilated, the calamity clouds dissipated, and everything was silent.

The figure as tall as a sword had disappeared without a trace.

……

“Congratulations to you on your ascension to the Heaven of Eternal Life. May I ask your name?”

“Yi Jian, my Taoist name is Jian.”

“Jian Xianjun, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“…”

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