The founder of all religions

The mountain gate is no more than a five-story tower. Before climbing to the sky tower, you can listen to the sword chant.

Three hundred years ago, the Black Sword came out of the sky and silenced the five major mountain gates in front of the Climbing Tower. It shocked the proud people in the world and bowed their heads.

Three hundred years later, the ancient monument shook and the sound of the sword was heard again.

"The Black Sword has become a saint... Oh my god, it's been three hundred years... can this man's sharp edge be reappeared in this world?"

"The lingering power of a person's death is... he was a legend during his lifetime, and even more so after his death."

"That day in Wangxuan City, there was also the sound of swords in front of the Climbing Tower...could it be because of Luofu Li Mo!?"

"It's really possible that you are riding on a horse... This boy is not only a disciple of Luofu, but also a descendant of the Black Sword."

Wangxuan City was completely boiling, with exclamations of surprise resounding, and complex expressions in the trembling eyes.

At this moment, Li Mo's name became extraordinary in the eyes of everyone.

If he was just a disciple of Luofu Mountain, it would be nothing.

After all, it was just a dilapidated mountain gate in a remote place, not to mention comparable to the behemoths like the five major mountain gates. It was even considered inferior among the many mountain gates in the world.

However, the identity of the successor of Black Sword is very different. Three hundred years later, he has become famous throughout the world and is considered valuable.

Rumble…

Above the hanging inscription, the mysterious black mark suddenly changed, and the majestic sword intent was like reaching the blue sky, completely cutting off the corpse energy surrounding it.

"Heir of the Black Sword!"

Climbing to the sky building, Jiang Chen's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked far into the distance, as if searching for Li Mo's figure in Wangxuan City.

"You have the aura of the demon fairy, and I have the true meaning of the black sword."

Li Mo's voice suddenly sounded, like a sword roaring into the sky, echoing over the small courtyard in Beicheng.

"Oh my god, Brother Li is so fierce? So he has such a big background?"

Shang Xujian felt the vast and endless aura, and felt weak in his body.

The [Yuhuang Emperor], who created various legends in Longyuan Mansion, is still as sharp even when he comes to Wangxuan City.

At this moment, he finally understood why Li Mo was so powerful here, so brave and diligent, ignoring the enemies in front of him.

There is no other reason, because he is the successor of Black Sword.

"A blockbuster... He finally stopped keeping a low profile..."

Chen Wangdu couldn't help but sigh, he knew that Li Mo had been suppressed for too long.

Since entering Wangxuan City, this child has been honest, responsible, low-key, and tolerant. He has never caused trouble or caused trouble outside.

This kind of temperament is much stronger than that of Hong Xiaofu and others.

However, if the edge is restrained, it will eventually explode.

Today is the day when Li Mo shows off his edge.

"The descendant of the Black Sword, why not show up and fight."

At this moment, Jiang Chen's voice came from the Dengtian Tower.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but be moved. The implication of this martial arts master's words was that he wanted to have a real showdown with Li Mo, a life and death battle.

In his eyes, staying on the list is a competition of wills and spiritual awareness, which cannot reveal a person's true cultivation and strength.

Only in a real battle, a life and death fight, can we see who is the leader in this world.

"He is worthy of being a descendant of Martial Arts Mountain. His courage is so great that it can only be seen in life and death."

Wang Lingce's eyes were filled with strange light, and his eyes were full of brilliant colors.

At this point, Jiang Chen still has absolute confidence that he can conquer everything. Even the reputation of being the successor of Black Sword is nothing more than a lie in his opinion.

"Can……"

Li Mo whispered and responded: "Wait until I convince you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black mark suddenly rose up, like a spiritual sword flying across the sky, destroying the corpse energy above the hanging inscription, and slashed towards the coffin mark.

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, and the coffin mark shook violently, and there was a clear and sweet sound of bells. There were lights hanging from the four corners, sealing the fire Xuan Ming, and a figure suddenly appeared in the trance, facing the Xuan Hei Sword.

"The aura of demons and immortals!"

"The true meaning of the black sword!"

Everyone was horrified. In Wangxuan City, a series of spiritual senses were intertwined and chaotic, staring at the hanging inscription.

Rumble…

At this moment, two marks suddenly collided into one place. The ancient coffin was dark and mysterious, corpse aura was everywhere, and the human figure was like a temple god's womb, with a sudden aura of light appearing.

The black sword is incomparable, the true meaning is floating, the powerful demonic energy is mottled and wandering, and the crowd becomes evil.

A loud explosion was heard, a faint light flickered, and the hanging inscription exploded suddenly in full view of everyone, turning into fragments and scattered, floating in the air.

"Spiritual awareness is transformed into a seal, which is empty and unreal... How can they break through the hanging list?"

"It's amazing...it's amazing...these two people's spiritual senses have reached the state of borrowing virtual reality to control all laws, and they are invincible."

"Who wins and who loses? Look...look..."

At this moment, on the Climbing Tower, Ye Bufan, Yue Xiaoxiang, Lin Ming, Wu Pian and other masters activated their spiritual senses one after another, wanting to see the final result of this battle.

In front of the Climbing Tower, the ancient inscription was still shaking.

In the scattered smoke and dust, a ray of black light was faintly scattered, and cracks appeared in the ancient coffin, and finally turned into fragments and scattered, and the light and dust were annihilated like nothingness.

"Luofu Mountain...Li Mo..."

On the Climbing Tower, Jiang Chen's face turned slightly pale, and his sharp gaze was like an unsheathed blade, frantically searching for the hidden figure in Wangxuan City.

"Did you lose? Jiang Chen..."

"Three hundred years later, Luofu Mountain once again overwhelmed the five major mountain gates!?"

"The mountain gate is no more than a five-story building. When I see Luofu, I bow my head again... Is this a nightmare cycle?"

Inside the Dengtian Tower, there was a gloomy sky, as strong as Ye Bufan. Yue Xiaoxiang, Lin Ming, Wu Xiang and others all looked solemn and unbelievable.

They never dreamed that Jiang Chen, who was known as the strongest descendant of the Mountain Sect in the world, could not compare to the unknown Li Mo.

"This doesn't mean anything. In a life-and-death battle, I will defeat this person."

Lin Ming screamed, seemingly disapproving of this result.

The spiritual sense seal is only a consideration of will, and the real life and death fight is the verification of cultivation and combat power.

However, for the demon hunters from various major sects in Wangxuan City, the competition just now was quite shocking, which was enough to explain the problem.

"Li Mo...Li Mo of Luofu...he stood at the end..."

"Jiang Chen's brand is no match for the successor of Black Sword..."

"So... can it be understood as the aura of demons and immortals..."

"Stop talking, I didn't hear anything. Be careful. The eight great demons and immortals in the world are so high up there that they will respond when they recite their true names."

"What are you afraid of? This is Wangxuan City. Are you still afraid that the Eight Great Demon Immortals will come? Beings of that level will not easily set foot in the world of mortals."

In Wangxuan City, discussions abounded, and a sneer floated around, mentioning the eight great demons and immortals in the world.

boom……

The next moment, a crisp sound came. It was the sound of bones and flesh being separated, the sound of the internal organs exploding, the sound of the human body turning into blood mist...

"After three hundred years, there are still descendants of Black Sword alive. It's really fate that makes people..."

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded faintly, like a floating bell, spreading throughout Wangxuan City.

"This...this is..."

"Oh my god...what is that?"

"The sky...is falling?"

At this moment, everyone looked up, their eyes trembling, feeling deeply unbelievable.

The clouds hanging from the sky enveloped the entire Wangxuan City, slowly gathering together, like a skull, opening its bloody mouth, with the faint intention of swallowing up the entire city.

"This... what kind of magical power is this!?"

Wang Lingce's voice trembled and he rushed out of Xuantian Pavilion, his eyes almost falling out.

Even with the cultivation level of [Shangmiao Realm], at this moment, Master Jiansi still felt boundless fear. In front of such visions, he was as small as an ant, as if life and death were no longer in his hands.

"What kind of evildoer dares to act so recklessly in Wangxuan City?"

At this moment, a sharp roar came from outside the city, revealing shock and anger.

"Ming Chengjun... that's the commander of the patrol camp, a strong man in the spirit breath realm." Someone exclaimed, recognizing the origin of the voice.

Not long ago, the patrol battalion teamed up with Xuantian Pavilion to organize the "100-Day Pledge Meeting to Eliminate Evil", at which Ming Chengjun also delivered an important speech.

This great commander also possesses [Shangmiao Realm] cultivation, which is enough to rival Wang Lingce.

"The world has changed... These days, people in the Spiritual Breathing Realm dare to speak loudly."

The indifferent woman's voice sounded again, and as soon as she finished speaking, a scream came from outside the city, and blood mist filled the air and rose into the sky, like a red streak across the sky, shining on the bright moon and sky.

"Dead...dead!?"

Wang Lingce's old face had already turned pale with fear. Ming Chengjun was a strong man with the same strength as him. He was in the fifth level of spiritual breath and reached the top of the body. He could be regarded as a backbone force, but he was wiped out almost instantly.

What kind of strength is this?

What kind of cultivation is this?

"My mother...this...did this attract that big shot?"

Wang Lingce's face trembled, and he subconsciously looked up. The skull turned into a cloud hanging from the sky was getting lower and lower, and the entire Wangxuan City was within the range of that open mouth.

At this moment, an ancient bronze coffin slowly emerged from the clouds.

Seeing this scene, Wang Lingce's calves felt weak and he collapsed to the ground.

"Sir...you..." Heipao hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Wang Lingce, on the other hand, was as frightened as if he saw a ghost. He pointed at the bronze coffin in the sky and murmured softly.

"The Eight Great Demonic Immortals in the World...that...that is Beisha Xuanzhang..."

"What?"

The black robe's expression suddenly changed, his legs softened, and he sat directly on Wang Lingce's face.

Who would have thought that [Beisha Xuanzhang], one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, would appear in a human city in such a majestic manner, in Wangxuan City.

At this moment, even Jiang Chen's expression changed.

He never dreamed that [Beisha Xuanzhang] would be so powerful, so terrifying, without any taboos, emerging from the world of mortals, and oppressing the whole city with such a fierce attitude.

"The descendant of the Black Sword...come with me."

The ancient bronze coffin slowly emerged from the clouds, and the terrifying pressure made the entire Wangxuan City tremble.

The eight great demon immortals in the world have the power to destroy the heaven and the earth. Their power is strong enough to make the entire city turn into ashes in an instant.

"Brother Li...you...you are too awesome...this master is here for you."

In the small courtyard of Beicheng, Shang Xujian looked at Li Mo who came out of the house with a look of admiration.

"Did you eat garlic at night? What is there to envy about losing your life?"

Li Mo's heart beat, and his expression became extremely serious.

A boss of this level is so arrogant, doesn’t he remember that he dug the other party’s ancestral grave? How could he be noticed by such a master?

"Let's go."

Suddenly, that scornful voice resounded in Li Mo's ears, and the next moment, he was already in the sky, with the ancient bronze coffin within reach.

"Oh my god...you ride on the horse..."

"Um?"

"I mean you, old man..."

Li Mo's expression suddenly changed, and he vaguely felt that there seemed to be waves of life coming from the ancient bronze coffin.

"It's not good, the descendant of Black Sword has been captured."

At this moment, someone exclaimed, and as soon as he finished speaking, he exploded on the spot with a "bang" and turned into a ball of blood mist.

"Bei Sha...I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so decisive in killing me."

Suddenly, in Wangxuan City, a golden light shot into the sky and turned into a fluttering scroll. Countless scriptures and small seal scripts flew out from it, and a figure emerged, a hunter in a white robe, a Dharma monk Tongxuan.

"Monk King!?"

The bronze coffin turned around and aimed at the golden figure.

"You haven't entered the capital for eighteen years, Beisha, and you're going to welcome your old friend like this!?"

The solemn voice echoed in the sky above Wangxuan City, making the pressure around everyone immediately disappear.

Wang Lingce looked at the Dharma image appearing in the sky and felt a little at ease.

Among the top masters in the world, Xuantian Qijue is comparable to the eight great demons and immortals in the world.

Monk King is one of them.

"Dameng Mijuelu? The ancient demon of the West was playing tricks on you back then..."

There was a burst of indifferent ridicule from the bronze coffin: "King Monk, if you come here in person, I will look at you one more time. How dare you stop me as a shadow?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds hanging down from the sky let out a roar that shook the sky, and the huge skull suddenly fell down. The sea of ​​blood was boundless, and the mouth was as big as an abyss, and it swallowed the unfolding book suddenly.

At the same time, the bronze coffin rushed towards the general, like a big star falling into the mortal world, smashing the bright shadow of golden light into pieces.

Rumble…

The aftermath spread like a violent wind, affecting the entire Wangxuan City. Buildings collapsed one after another, and streets were destroyed... All living beings were terrified, as if the end was coming.

Everyone stared at the terrifying coffin in the sky with their eyes wide open.

This is the spirit of the eight great demon immortals in the world. Even in Wangxuan City, they are lawless and have no taboos.

The bronze coffin didn't stay, turned around, and was about to take Li Mo away.

"Oh...just stay."

The world was quiet, and suddenly, a soft voice slowly sounded from the outskirts of Wangxuan City.

Immediately afterwards, a bright sword light shot up into the sky, as white as snow and as lonely as autumn. In an instant, the entire night sky was dyed frosty white by this sword light.

This sword is as stunning as ever.

This sword illuminates the sun and the moon immeasurably.

This sword is unparalleled in the world.

"This is……"

"The best sword in the world...the best sword in the world...that man is here too!" Wang Lingce's eyes trembled, unable to control himself.

Two in one! More to come! Who dares to call me short again? Who else?