The Lord of Ghost

At that time, the fog like a fog, and the sword of the mountains buzzed in the mountains, as if it was called, shaking the sword body into the clouds, breaking through the clouds.

This is the Boshan forbidden area of ​​[Jianmen], and it is also the sword mound of each disciple of each sword door.

They inserted their sword into the mountains and cliffs before they died, and with the accumulation of time, they gradually formed today's Sword Ridge.

"What happened?" Elders flew out of the hall, eyes! Holding, looking at the mountains of the mountains.

"Elder, [Wan Jianya ]'s spirit swords have broken away from restraint, and swept away in the same direction like Haitao."

"not good!"

Immediately, Jian Xiu was able to feel the source of cholera, and immediately took the sword to empty.

"It is [too much sword body]!"

In the exclaiming sound, accompanied by a too virtual sword qi that rushed into the sky, the sword gas spread quickly, and within 100,000 miles, all the aura was assimilated into too much qi.

"My Spirit Sword was actually reacted by assimilation!" A sword Xiu Xiu was surprised.

The sword of the dead person is a masterless thing, but the spiritual sword of the living can also be infected and resonated, breaking away from the center of restlessness, which is beyond imagination.

In the center of Fengyun, a huge typhoon eyes formed. The gray too much sword vitality continues to devour the kendo spirit rhyme, which is getting bigger and bigger.

"Gongsun Sword Dance! You are in the demon! Wake up!"

In the center of the typhoon eyes, a strand of dark magic is steaming like fog, and Gongsun Jianwu was wrapped in dark fog. These black fog reflected his losing world of light.

Yes, his world has completely lost his light, and even the virtual things like "hope" are invisible.

Everyone, all relatives related to him, and the one he loves, died.

In the dark world, he couldn't find a way out.

Soon, the gray sword qi was also faint by black, forming a black tornado.

"Can't let him go on this way! Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable!"

Earlier, I learned the legendary [Taixu Sword Article] through projection, but when faced with the real face, the kind of control of Kendo was inherently shocked by the old guys in Zongmen.

At this moment, too much sword body is like an infinitely expanding balloon, allowing it to grow. Once an explosion exceeds the controllable range, it will be an unimaginable disaster.

"Tear the sword air circle!"

Immediately, the sword repaired by the thunderous light sword exerted the supreme magic, quoted the thunder of nine days, and was injected into the eyes of the typhoon.

"Lei Waterfall!"

With an order, the sky curtain suddenly crackled, and hundreds of millions of Ray snakes gathered together, leaking like a waterfall, and the shining thunder light filled every corner of the world, crackling.

However, the shining is just a momentary gown.

In the center of the eyes, Gongsun Sword dance broke out of endless dark sword qi, and the devil's Taixu sword qi has unprecedented assimilation.

After the blackening, it was several times stronger. After drilling into the eyes of the storm, the wild Razer was quickly assimilated, and actually absorbed the energy far beyond his strength.

"Not good, the assimilation of too much sword qi is so scary! I will become his nutrients when I wait for the attack!"

At this time, the black sword gas rolled up the silver white light, and the sword air's wind expanded again. Gongsun Sword Dance was like an extremely unstable nuclear bomb, and a little bit of anecdotomy with the sword door.

"Sect ... see?"

They did not use real power and did not want to hurt Gongsun Jianwu. After all, Gongsun Jianwu is the future of Kendo.

After a moment of silence, I saw [Jianmen] slowly stepped forward, watching Gongsun Sword Dance, who was in the black storm, and he couldn't help sighing.

"Come on the old man."

Speaking of which, Gongsun Jianwu's seniority is terrible, because the teacher inherited the old sword spirit, there are very few monks in this pulse, even if the prince calls Gongsun Jianwu a little ancestor.

I saw the two fingers of Jianmen closer together, and the countless white mang condensed at the fingertips. As the palm passed, the white mang fingertips turned into a wave of ellipse.

Alas!

There is no doubt that the black storm is two points, neatly cut, the white sword mang continues to move forward, and a whole mountain range cracks in a blink of an eye.

At this time, countless swords looked at the scattered Taixu sword qi, and saw Gongsun Sword Dance, who fell to the ground in the center.

He fell to the ground like that, his arms were broken lively, and blood was dripping.

The gap between strength is too large, and even too much swordsmanship cannot be made up.

"Sword dance, your sword heart is in the demon." The master of Jianmen slowly reminded.

One of the swords, its heart is strong, and some are just the desire for the end of the Kendo.

But once you enter the magic, it will be another extreme.

There was a lively example of that extreme: killing the immortal emperor.

The Emperor of the Immortal Emperor, the sword repair of the same era as the sword god, the two belong to the brother's relationship.

The former entered the magic and repaired.

Although the latter did not become an emperor, it left an immortal legend of the Emperor Cutting the Great. It was emotional.

At this time, Gongsun Jianwu slowly raised his head, his eyes were dark, and the kind of light and silence that could not see the light, showing the darkness of people.

"What about that?"

Without all the bond, Gongsun Jianwu lost his emotional direction.

The master of the Jianmen sighed again: "Sword Dance, you will understand it in the future. The ruthless way is too extreme, you need to be calm and calm."

After that, he stretched out his palm and made a sword array cage in the void in an attempt to trap Gongsun Jian dance.

Gongsun Jianwu did not move, he knew he could not escape.

Or rather, he did not want to escape.

He wanted to die.

However, just as the sword array cage was about to fall, a flashing light in the distance suddenly split the void, splitting the sword array cage in two.

"Perhaps... he is more suitable for our [Slaughter Immortal Sword Sect]."

The voice was heard first, the voice was soft, but it exuded a violent chill. The sudden light exploded into a series of gorgeous ice flowers in the void. The time and space around the ice flowers seemed to be frozen, and the air lost its flow.

However, these ice flowers are all composed of sword energy, which constantly splits the space, making it look as if it is frozen.

If a weaker person approaches, the cold sword energy will instantly split and shatter him.

The Jianmen monk looked up and saw a black robe fluttering in the wind in the sky. It was a woman, and behind her was a group of black-robed monks.

The woman's jade feet stepped on the sword-like ice flowers produced by the flying path just now, and she walked slowly. She was like a charming snow thorn plum, very beautiful, but her eyes were dark and biting.

"Long time no see, everyone." The woman pursed her smile, and the ice flower mist on her fingertips flashed with a cold light, and the sword intent surged.

When the sword is no longer a sword, it can also be a flower, a grass, and everything, and it has reached a new realm.

Being able to turn the sword intent into an image to perform, his sword path is probably far beyond most people in Jianmen.

"First meeting, let me introduce myself." The woman smiled lightly: "[Slaughter Immortal Sword Sect], Sect Master, Gu Shuangyao."

Back then, the Emperor of Killing Immortals left [Jianmen]. After becoming an emperor, he established a new sword force, specializing in the ruthless way, that is, [Slaughter Immortal Sword Sect].

"By the way, you Jianmen are really ridiculous. You don't understand him but stubbornly want to pull him into your world." Gu Shuangyao smiled coldly.

"Gongsun Jianwu, your eyes tell me that your world is not only dark, but also has more intense emotions than darkness!"

"So, you don't want to kill him?"

Suddenly, Gu Shuangyao's words made Gongsun Jianwu react.

"He's not dead...right?"

At this time, Gongsun Jianwu's eyes met Gu Shuangyao's eyes, both of which were dark, without emotions, and simply pursuing the darkness of absolute power.

"I think we can give you everything you want!"

…………………………

Soon, the news that Taixu Sword Body joined the [Slaughter Immortal Sword Sect] surprised all the cultivators.

Speaking of [Slaughter Immortal Sword Sect], the biggest feeling of the world is one word: ruthless!

The kind of attack without any scruples, the existence of invincibility in the same realm, and the people in this sect are all crazy, completely crazy.

Compared to the Sword Sect, the disciples of the Slaughter Immortal Sword Sect are more terrible. Their pursuit of the sword is another extreme. Those who stand in the way will be killed with one sword.

If the same generation loses, then they die, and the elders of the sect ignore it. It can be said that the sect sentiment of this sect is extremely weak.

The elders of the sect will only take action when the big beats the small, otherwise they will not care.

For a time, the cultivators of various Daozhou didn't know how to express it. I am afraid that when we meet again in the future, the Taixu Sword Body will become the despair of the younger generation.

At the same time.

Five days have passed.

A group of major sects worked together to bury the entire secret space, burying everything in nothingness, and no one can get it.

Looking at the secret realm collapsed into ruins, countless cultivators knew that it was over.

The battle for the secret realm came to an end at this moment.

"It's a pity that the power of the ten veins is only a flash in the pan after all." A great man sighed.

They sighed and sighed at the glory that appeared in the secret realm.

The stage ended, and the cultivators of various Daozhou went home one after another.

"After this battle, the Three Thousand Daozhous are already unstable. A new era is coming."

The sky is in chaos, fate is uncertain, and the era of everyone becoming a dragon has begun.

………………

Since then, time has passed little by little.

A month has passed.

The ruins have become history, silently telling the past.

Soon, two months have passed.

Some people are still waiting, waiting for his news, waiting for his traces.

Qin Yang, Xiao Xiaobao, Wang, the exiled immortal, Ji Tiandao, and even the king of people in distant regions...

"A centipede is dead but not stiff." Gan Wu walked in an ancient dense forest, and the dark path led to an unknown end.

He believed that Mo Li was still alive, so now Gan Wu had to find a way to solve the life poison in his body. This unstable factor was always a bomb for him.

Soon, three months passed quietly.

More and more geniuses and evildoers emerged, the descendants of the hidden sects began to go down the mountain, the sons and daughters of the imperial sects showed their potential, and even the first generation of freaks of Fengyuan began to walk in the world. Those silent secret ruins and the brilliant fairy treasures also emerged like mushrooms after rain...

The major sects were selecting seed players to compete for the throne, and the fight between the Taoists of the aristocratic families became more and more intense.

Until the fourth month.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the seashore, and the floating light and golden ground broke into large waves of light.

A man climbed up from the beach on the shore. His back was covered with festering pus and swelling blisters, and his whole face was festering and rotten. You could even see the bones inside, which was particularly creepy.

He walked on the beach, looked at the fiery clouds in the sky, and a smile broke out on his rotten face.

"Although the process of the plan was tortuous, the ending was good."

He escaped from the torn void turbulence. With the protection of the immortal placenta, he could ignore the damage of the void turbulence, but the poison of Manjusaka was difficult to remove for a while.

"Calculate the time, there is about a year and a half left."

If I am right, a year and a half later, it will be the period of the Holy Son Competition of Xuanyang Holy Land.

At this critical juncture, in the image of the reincarnation well, he fell into the hands of Qin Yang.

The starting point of fate started from Xuanyang Holy Land, so Mo Li decided to return to Xuanyang Holy Land.

The starting point of the story is also the end of the story.

Of course, this is also to fulfill his promise. After all, when he left Xuanyang Holy Land, he said that he would not let it go so easily.

However, the way he went back was not to join Xuanyang Holy Land again, but to join its hostile force: Zixiao Holy Land.

But before that, Mo Li needed to find protection for himself.

Before, because his realm was too low, many things were difficult to do.

But now, with two immortal objects in his hands, he can maximize the use of all known information and play its value.

"Xuanyang Holy Land, Murong Xue, Qin Yang... I will be back soon..."

After saying that, Mo Li's rotten face broke into a hideous smile and rushed in the direction of his memory.