The Demon Lord has too many aliases

"Found it.

"Deep in the bottom of the pool, a strange wave of light suddenly rippled, and there seemed to be a faint sound of dragon roaring.

The young man's clear voice was filled with a hint of smile.

"Good luck comes in times of distress, survival comes from desperate situations, and adventures come to your doorstep... I have already written a suitable script, but now it seems that I don't need to come up with the props for this script myself :).

"Chapter 62 Return (16) Deep in the boiling lava, a rusty long sword floats in the red flames. Its dull gray appearance is not eye-catching at all, and it looks worse than the most crudely made iron sword. Even more crude.

But Yan Weilou knew it was anything but ordinary.

——It can be preserved in this molten molten iron for an unknown period of time. As the only complete item in this huge smelting pool, it has already demonstrated its specialness.

What's more, Yan Weilou had noticed before that it seemed to contain a ray of spirituality, maybe it was a magic weapon that gave birth to a weapon spirit.

Surrounded by forest-white flames, the young man stretched out a hand and tentatively grasped the hilt of the sword.

The palm was lightly stabbed, and a drop of blood quickly seeped into the sword body.

Zheng——The dragon-like roar of the sword sounded faintly, and the mottled rust turned into fly ash. A bright white light suddenly appeared in front of Yan Weilou's eyes. The bright and sharp sword body emerged in the white light, brand new as before.

At the same time, a brief message also poured into his mind: [Magic Weapon - Qianqiu] [Former - Guanlan Sword Pavilion Great Sword Master Chunyu Ying] [Yu Xuanhong 19th Year]... A few fragments here and there. The message quickly passed through Yan Weilou's mind.

"Guanlan Jiange? Never heard of it.

" Yan Weilou thought for a moment, "It's the reign name Xuanhong... Isn't this the reign name used by the last emperor of the Dayou Dynasty? "Anyone who has read a little bit of books will probably know this common sense question.

In this case, this sword was cast eight hundred years ago, and this Guanlan Sword Pavilion was probably the sect's eight hundred years ago.

It's normal that Yan Weilou has never heard of it.

After all, the troubled times eight hundred years ago were the most chaotic time for the imperial court.

The dynasty was torn into pieces, with demonic flames raging into the sky. Many forces were constantly fighting against each other, and small forces were attacked and destroyed almost every once in a while.

Except for the three holy places that remain standing, the other sects and aristocratic families may have changed over the past eight hundred years.

And among them, what does Guanlan Jiange count? Yan Weilou vaguely guessed that this underground palace was probably left over from the Guanlan Jiange in those days, and was then accidentally discovered by Zhao Chongzhi, who took advantage of the situation to develop here.

After all, the Zhao family in Annan was destroyed, and it was lucky for Zhao Zhongzhi to escape alone.

Where did they get the financial resources and power to build such a huge underground palace in just a few years? It must have existed for a long time.

And if you think about this and combine it with some of the information in your mind just now, you can imagine what the so-called smelting pool and blood refining pool are used for - most of them are the sword-making pool of Guanlan Sword Pavilion. .

The lava flames in the pool were comparable to those of volcanoes, and even black iron could be melted easily. Zhao Chongzhi must have never expected that there were magic weapons in it.

Only Yan Weilou, who had stayed in Tianyuan for two earth years, was tempered alive by the calamity fire for two earth years, and subdued the calamity fire in turn, dared to jump down, and then discovered the existence of "Qianqiu".

"This prop is much stronger than what I originally prepared..." Yan Weilou reached out and flicked the sword's edge, a look of satisfaction flashed in Yan Weilou's eyes, "This way, the script will be more seamless.

"The golden sundial in the pupil of his left eye slowly rotated, the red lava, the white flames, and the scorching golden light shining together, creating a magnificent and confusing scene.

An illusory figure slowly took shape in the blurred light in front of the young man, revealing an appearance that was identical to that of "Xu Yuan".

The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes, and his eyes met Yan Weilou's.

The newly appeared time projection body had a faint smile on its lips and stretched out a slender white palm.

Yan Weilou himself also slightly curved his lips knowingly, and put the sword of Qianqiu he had just received into the palm of his hand.

He himself quickly removed the special disguise on his face, restored his original appearance, and changed his clothes.

——From now on, this time-projected body is "Xu Yuan", and Yan Weilou himself does not have to continue to disguise himself.

In the small space surrounded by forest white flames, the original deity and the incarnation looked at each other and smiled.

"Then, leave the next thing to me.

” ·The overall style of another palace not far from the blood refining pool and the smelting pool is obviously different from other places, and the palace furnishings are more exquisite and gorgeous.

There are people patrolling back and forth in the nearby passages from time to time.

At the door, two guards with advanced levels of cultivation stood on either side.

This is the palace of Zhao Chongzhi, the leader of the Blood Refining Sect.

Yan Weilou's previous guess was not wrong. This underground palace was indeed not built by Zhao Chongzhi, but an underground ruins that he excavated by chance.

Four years ago, Xiao Wuyi massacred the entire Zhao family. Whether it was an oversight or a moment of soft-heartedness that allowed Zhao Chongzhi to escape.

From then on, Zhao Chongzhi only had a sense of crisis in his heart - Xiao Wuyi may have thought that the only person who cruelly tortured him back then was Zhao Qian, and that Zhao Chongzhi was just a simple boy who was deceived by his father, even if he had fallen into a trap because of his separation from Zhao Chongzhi , thinking about the love they had when they were young, they still couldn’t bear to take action against him.

But Zhao Zhongzhi knew that Xiao Wuyi had a deep hatred for the Zhao family. Even if he couldn't bear it for a while, this hatred would eventually fade away, and one day he would be rooted out.

Moreover, he was not as innocent as he seemed.

Once Xiao Wuyi knew the truth, he would definitely not let him go! Zhao Zhongzhi was eager to become stronger.

He had mediocre talent, and no big sect was willing to accept him.

And small sects could not protect him under the power of Beidou Demon Palace.

So Zhao Zhongzhi changed his appearance and name, pretending to be a descendant of a famous family with a poor family, and mixed with a group of casual cultivators who also had no sect or school, trying to find a way to become stronger by any means.

The talents and resources of casual cultivators were not as good as those of famous children, so they often formed groups to go to various ruins to adventure and look for opportunities.

After all, Zhao Zhongzhi grew up in the Zhao family since he was a child. He had first-class skills and no shortage of elixirs. His cultivation was far superior to that of ordinary casual cultivators. In addition, he had good acting skills and eloquence. In a short period of time, he gathered many people around him and made his way in the world together.

Until he found this underground palace.

Everyone else died, but Zhao Zhongzhi survived.

He took all the opportunities for himself and practiced alone in the underground palace for a year - perhaps too much time had passed, and the weapons and elixirs in the underground palace had decayed, but Zhao Zhongzhi was lucky to find many skills.

He knew that his own talent was mediocre, and even peerless skills would not help, so he chose the left-handed evil skill "Blood Refining Art" that improved his cultivation the fastest. After practicing for a year, he broke through to the second level of insight.

Then, he established the Blood Refining Sect and began to secretly recruit people. He accidentally met Qu Fang, a left-handed alchemist, and the two hit it off.

With Qu Fang's advice, Zhao Zhongzhi, who had made no progress in two years, finally realized that entering the Dao was the dividing line between geniuses and mediocre people. Perhaps the insight realm could use elixirs and secret methods to forcibly improve his cultivation, but his talent was too poor. If he did not have the opportunity to change his fate, he would never be able to enter the Dao.

He thought of Xiao Wuyi again.

That childhood playmate with amazing talent and a big secret.

"Heavenly bloodline..." Zhao Zhongzhi, sitting alone on a dark throne in the empty palace, sighed and slowly smiled.

How jealous he was when he first discovered this secret, how ecstatic he was now.

"Soon, it will be mine."

Boom! Suddenly, a loud noise sounded without warning.

Then, the guard guarding the door ran in quickly: "Master, something happened at the blood refining pool..."