Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 737: The First Sword in the Nine Heavens!
When the strange sound came out, everyone in the Taoist Palace changed color except Luo Chuan. Even Emperor Bailong raised his eyebrows, suddenly raised the wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and blushed on both sides. He whispered: "He's here."
"Who?" Luo Chuan asked.
Emperor Bailong did not speak, turned his head, and looked through the Taoist Palace, looking at the blood mist barrier not far away.
Luo Chuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and Tianshe Zhenjun behind him reacted instinctively, and his blood hummed and echoed in Luo Chuan's ears.
A flash of sword light flashed across the sky!
Even though Luo Chuan was sitting in the Taoist Palace, across the forbidden magic circle, he could feel that the sword light almost brushed his nose! His heart was cold, as if he fell into an ice cave, and he had no intention of resisting.
Fortunately, Emperor Bailong reached out and patted Luo Chuan's arm gently, and then it was resolved.
Luo Chuan's heart was in turmoil.
The sword energy of that person was still far away, and no one knew how many miles away it was, but it filled the whole world. Those below the realm of the heavens were like ants, and those below the emperor were like hawks and dogs. Even if there were tens of millions of people, they would only die together if they encountered his sword.
Such a terrifying sword was far beyond any sword cultivator Luo Chuan had ever encountered. Li Xuangan's Emperor Sword and Jiulongjun's Wonderful Heavenly Sword were all unable to compete!
Rumble... thunder roared! The dark and gloomy sky became bright and white under this sword, like the shining of ten suns!
Luo Chuan subconsciously closed his eyes, and when the Tianmen Fa Nian Fang reached out, it seemed as if he was pierced by white needles. For the first time in his life, the Tianmen Fa Nian was actually pierced!
And everyone present also squinted their eyes. It seemed that they could not bear the power of the sword light.
Except for the White Dragon Emperor, he was still at ease, sipping the wine lightly, looking up at the sky, and I don’t know what he was thinking.
In a moment, a long sword appeared in front of the blood mist barrier at the core of the ancient battlefield.
The long sword seemed ordinary, but with its previous power, no one would regard it as an ordinary sword.
The long sword cut at a strange angle, but it was wrapped in a majestic momentum. It slashed at the blood mist barrier.
Bang!
The blood mist barrier suddenly shrank. Under the sword, it was like a sunken tide, retreating wildly, thinning layer by layer, until only a thin sword mark remained. The vast and desolate world behind the blood mist barrier could be vaguely seen.
Everyone was shocked!
A touch of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the White Dragon Emperor. He muttered in a low voice: "Good sword. What a pity."
You know. The barriers in the core area of the ancient battlefield were all formed by the resentment of the evil spirits of those powerful people who died ten thousand years ago. If they were put today, they would all be emperors and sub-emperors. There are even some Xuanjun ancestors. The power of the barriers they cast after their death can be imagined.
The Demon Cult held a banquet here, inviting Emperor Bailong and others, and even imprisoned hundreds of Guangtian Pusheng monks as a sacrifice, just to open the core area.
And this man, with just one sword, almost broke through the blood mist barrier.
Whoosh!
The sword disappeared, and the blood mist barrier quickly recovered!
Almost everyone present showed regret in their eyes.
Only Luo Chuan had a flash of surprise in his eyes.
But after that man chopped down with a sword, Tianshe Zhenjun had an instinctive reaction again. On the core blood mist barrier, there was indeed a Xumi Mustard Dust Cave!
It’s just that the hole was opened from the inside to the outside, that is, it was a one-way channel, only the things inside could flow out, but people outside couldn’t get in.
The reason for the formation of the hole is unknown, and Tianshe Zhenjun doesn’t know that he and the Tiandao treasure coffin flowed out of the hole by chance, with a probability of less than one in ten million.
Unable to get in, can only get out... Luo Chuan’s heartbeat slightly accelerated, but he remembered the colorful feather of Kong Fang Yaojun!
The seven-colored feathers can sweep away everything in the world. As long as the location of the second half of the technique is found, with the cultivation of the Heavenly Snake Master, using the seven-colored feathers, there is at least a 50% chance of success.
Luo Chuan calmed down and secretly accelerated the progress of the Heavenly Snake Master in refining the seven-colored feathers.
With the cultivation of the Heavenly Snake Master, if he tried his best to refine it, it would take no more than one day to completely refine it.
The sword light converged, and the world returned to darkness.
In the dark night, there was no sound, as if it was absorbed and dissolved by the previous sword.
Luo Chuan raised his head and saw that there was another person in the Taoist Palace.
Luo Chuan's heart was shaken, and the Demon Luo Immortal Smoke surged out uncontrollably. Behind him, the Heavenly Snake Master flashed a gleam in his eyes, and quietly exhaled a colorless and formless mysterious energy to help Luo Chuan suppress the Demon Luo Immortal Smoke.
The man was wearing a gray linen Taoist robe, white shoes, loose hair, a straw hat, and a full beard. He looked like a wandering wanderer.
Behind him hung a long cloth bag, revealing a sword handle, but the sword was wrapped tightly, not showing any edge.
Including Emperor Bailong, everyone looked at the long sword behind the man, with complex eyes, admiration, throbbing, and a little sigh.
Only Luo Chuan lowered his head to hide the violent fluctuations in his heart.
"Bai Long."
The man looked at Emperor Bailong and nodded slightly, as if no one else was around, as if among the crowd, only Emperor Bailong could catch his eye.
Emperor Bailong sighed lightly, raised the wine cup, faced the man, and drank it all.
"Long time no see, Xitian Bohou."
The four words Xitian Bohou sounded, as if a huge rock fell into Luo Chuan's heart lake, and with a rumble, set off waves of **.
In the past, there were five emperors and seven monarchs under the seat of the Nine Dragons.
The Five Emperors are the five strongest emperors in the Nine Dragons Immortal Court. One of them comes from the Western Wushengtian. He flies to the Nine Dragons Immortal Court with a sword and challenges the Nine Dragons Lord!
After a half-day battle, the man abandoned his sword and joined the Nine Dragons Immortal Court, becoming the first sword emperor under the Nine Dragons Lord. He led the 80,000 sword cultivators of the Nine Dragons Immortal Court, fought in the south and the north, and created an unparalleled foundation.
As for where Xitian Bohou went and what he did after the defeat of the Nine Dragons Lord, Luo Chuan did not know.
However, it has only been more than ten years since the defeat of the Nine Dragons Lord.
The Ji Liao Langzi in front of him is very different from the peerless sword cultivator who laughed at the world in Luo Chuan's memory, no matter in dress or temperament. They are completely different. Luo Chuan only felt that the sword intent was familiar at the first time, and did not react.
"The Lord of the West Heaven has come. I am sorry for not welcoming you from far away. Please take a seat!"
The old ancestor of the Demon Cult Palace retracted his gaze on the sword, and with a smile on his face, he greeted the Lord of the West Heaven.
"That sword is one of the three swords forged by the Lord of the Nine Dragons in the old Nine Dragons Fairy Court. It is a supreme treasure. The sword is like a military token. Back then, the Lord of the West Heaven relied on this sword. He led the 80,000 sword cultivators of the Nine Dragons Fairy Court to attack cities and strongholds, destroy countries and destroy clans, and was always successful."
The voice of the White Dragon Emperor sounded in Luo Chuan's ears.
"That year, during the bitter cold day of the Great Sorrow, I saw that you had refined the Demon Luo Xianyan. I thought you had a relationship with the Lord of the Nine Dragons. Haha. Today, it seems that you and the Lord of the West Heaven don't know each other."
The White Dragon Emperor looked at Luo Chuan. His eyes flickered, meaningful.
"Haha, Boss Bai, you think too much."
Luo Chuan said in a faint voice, looking at Xitian Bohou, but saw Xitian Bohou suddenly glanced at him, his eyes were sharp, like a sword that could break the sky.
Luo Chuan's heartbeat quickened again, and the smoke of the demon Luo Xian could hardly be controlled.
The White Dragon Emperor tapped the wine cup lightly, and a strange air bloomed with the ripples in the cup, turning into a ripple without form and color, blocking the aura of Xitian Bohou's glance.
Luo Chuan regained his composure and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was not until this moment that he realized that he was sitting in the vortex of the strongest people in the world!
In the Nine Heavens Realm, in addition to the six supreme beings, there are a handful of ancestors and Xuanjun, as well as the people who rank at the top of the Emperor List, which are all recognized rankings.
In this banquet alone, two of the top ten people on the Emperor List came!
The White Dragon Emperor has always been mysterious, and the West Tian Bohou was even praised by the Nine Dragons as the number one swordsman in the Nine Heavens Realm!
Luo Chuan's external Dharma body, Heavenly Snake True Lord, is one of the eight superiors among the Heavenly Dao True Demons. In his prime, he might be able to compete with the top ten figures on the Emperor List. But now, Heavenly Snake True Lord has only just entered the Emperor level, and it is still unknown whether he can enter the top 100, let alone compete with White Dragon Emperor and Xitian Bo Hou.
If it weren't for White Dragon Emperor, everything about him would probably be seen through by Xitian Bo Hou.
As for what White Dragon Emperor thinks, Luo Chuan doesn't know. At least for now, his "old brother" has no intention of exposing him, and maybe he is also secretly guessing.
"No need to sit down."
Xitian Bo Hou said lightly, his voice was hoarse and stiff as if the edge of a sword was sharpened.
The ancestor of the Demon Cult Palace smiled awkwardly and stood there, in a dilemma.
"Guangtian Pusheng offered 8 million high-quality spirit stones, 800,000 top-level elixirs, 300 high-quality innate spirit veins, and 70% of the harvest from the core ancient battlefield." Xitian Bohou looked at the ancestor of the Temple, his eyes covered with a layer of haze, unable to see through his inner fluctuations: "How much did you offer?"
"Guangtian Pusheng made a move?" The ancestor of the Demonic Temple was startled.
"On the way here, I passed by the Pure Land and felt the breath of the Emperor, no less than four times." Xitian Bohou said lightly.
The ancestor of the Temple showed a difficult expression on his face, hesitated for a moment and said: "Daoyou, can I discuss this with the leader?"
Xitian Bohou shook his head slightly, turned around and left.
"Sir, wait a minute." The ancestor of the teaching palace panicked and hurried forward with a smile on his face. Three storage rings appeared in his hands: "Here are tens of millions of top-grade spirit stones, one million top-grade elixirs, and five hundred innate spirit veins. I will treat them as a deposit. As for the gains after opening the ancient battlefield, I really need to discuss with the leader first."
Xitian Bohou stopped and turned his head. His aura swept over the three storage rings, swept his robe sleeves, rolled them into his palm, and nodded slightly.
Seeing this, the ancestor of the teaching palace and several elders all breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Chuan felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. He was a hero in the past, and he was one of the top ten emperors in the world. After being defeated in a battle, he became a hired swordsman.
Such a gap is enough to break anyone's heart.
Then Luo Chuan's heart moved. It sounded that Guangtian Pusheng did not surrender, and seemed to be ready to go out again to rescue the trapped Taoist monks.
After the fight started, who would notice him? This is his great opportunity to seize the subsequent skills! (To be continued...)