Chapter 126 Dongfang Mu! You are dead! Deserve it!

Chapter 126 Dongfang Mu! You are dead! Deserve it!

The sword spirit was small and exquisite, about one meter tall. It was wearing a light white green shirt with a tie on its blue silk. It looked like a shrunken little person, quite cute. At this time, it was rubbing its eyes with both hands, obviously not crying. But it's like crying...

only…

The appearance of this little sword spirit...

"Isn't this Yan Qingwu?"

Wang Mu was stunned.

What's going on? This sword spirit looks too much like Yan Qingwu, right?

And the clothes she wore were somewhat similar to those of the past. She looked exactly like a smaller version of her. Not to mention she looked really good-looking...

"Um, you are..." Wang Mu glanced at her, "Do you know me?"

Xiao Jianlin paused, flew to Wang Mu, shook his head and said:

"do not know…"

"..."

I don’t know what you are yelling about?

Wang Mu was speechless.

"But I recognize your aura." The little sword spirit purred several times and glanced at Wang Mu, "It's the aura I want, a very kind and longing aura..."

"Then you are..."

"I am the sword spirit of Qingshuang Sword, created by the master..."

Wang Mu wanted to ask, why do you still look so similar to Yan Qingwu?

The degree of overlap is already over 90%, right?

Could it be that the sword spirit he created would still be the same as himself?

Wang Mu felt a little strange.

"Well, how do you want to feel now?" Wang Mu asked.

The little sword spirit tilted his head and thought for a moment:

"It feels a bit bad..."

"What's wrong?"

"Good hug..."

"?"

After saying that, the little sword spirit flew away from the Qingshuang Sword, flew towards Wang Mu, and landed next to him, rubbing here and there.

It wasn't until Wang Mu held the Qingshuang Sword that he slowly became quiet.

"Why is this little sword spirit so good at it..." Wang Mu touched the Qingshuang Divine Sword and couldn't help but think of Yan Qingwu's appearance.

I feel quite different from Yan Qingwu.

Not alone at all!

"Is it okay now?" Wang Mu asked.

The little sword spirit flew out with a look of enjoyment on his face and nodded repeatedly:

"Uh-huh."

"Then we will go find your master later. You have to show off your skills."

"Ah?" The little sword spirit was stunned and actually resisted a bit.

"What's wrong?"

"Okay... okay, the master seems to be in danger..." The little sword spirit stamped his feet and jumped into the Qingshuang Sword again.

"Wait a minute. When you get back, you promise me something." Wang Mu said quickly.

"What?" The little sword spirit half emerged from the Qingshuang Sword.

"Well...if your master asks who restored you...just say it was me. But the key step is the blood contributed by a man named Dongfang Mu."

"Ah?" The little sword spirit was stunned, "Why do you say that? Dongfang Mu...I am so familiar...Why am I so familiar...Hmm...Okay!"

After saying that, he buried it.

Wang Mu touched it and felt a little subtle.

This little sword spirit is so intelligent and yet so ignorant and pure. It might not be impossible for Wang Mu to let him hide this secret for him.

Because as long as the origin of the sage’s blood is proven by someone, it has nothing to do with him!

So even if she repaired the Qingshuang Sword, Yan Qingwu couldn't be 100% sure that she was Dongfang Mu.

With Yan Qingwu's temperament, as long as she is not completely sure, she should not be killed by him.

After all, that is the inner demon, and you must be sure to be accurate. If you admit your mistake and kill the wrong person, wouldn't it lead to a big mistake?

I just don’t know what the relationship between this little sword spirit and Yan Qingwu is.

But just because they look the same, it should be just because Yan Qingwu has been raised warmly for thousands of years, right?

Thinking of this, for now, it is better to return to Jianzong quickly.

"I have gained a lot from this Magpie Bridge Festival."

The biggest gain among them is actually the reputation, making friends with disciples from other continental sects...

Wang Mu put away the Qingshuang Sword and walked out of the quiet room, only to find that it was already the second night.

When I came to Panyuan Forest again, I found that Nanrong Biyou was feeding some spiritual beasts.

"Eat more, I won't have a chance to see you next time."

"It's okay, just practice more. Don't keep thinking about that little black snake. It's not a good thing to mess with other little naughty snakes when you have them. Sooner or later, I will kill them. Even if I don't kill them for you, One day I will be killed by other snakes."

"Do you understand?"

Nan Rong Biyou touched the head of the little white snake, "This place is quiet, safe, and better than the outside world. I will take the little black snake away later and throw it into the whirlpool of the sky and the sea. Keep it here, completely It will delay your cultivation."

"Don't be afraid. The Tianhai Whirlpool is not dangerous. There are only a few hundred small dragons. It likes to provoke so much, so let it provoke these big guys."

"Dead? When it dies, I will bring its ashes back to you. Don't worry..."

The little white snake hissed while eating the fruit in Nanrong Biyou's hand.

Don't don't!

"..." Wang Mu.

Are these words really meant for the little white snake...

"Huh? Are you here?" Nanrong Biyou turned around, "Are you going to see her for the last time?"

Wang Mu nodded and said:

"Please ask Miss You for help."

Nanrong Biyou patted the little white snake, then stood up and said:

"Then let's go."

After saying this, she flicked her fingertips, and a mysterious blue energy formed a deep space vortex in front of her.

"Let's go. This technique is one-way. If you leave, you can't come back."

After saying that, she stepped into it.

Wang Mu followed closely...

——

Huangtianzhou, at the foot of Guyun Mountain.

At this time, Guyun Mountain has long lost its fairy-like appearance.

The mountain peak above Gu Yun has long been turned into a sea of ​​​​blood demon cave. The rolling clouds turned into blood mist that covered the sky and shrouded Gu Yun Mountain. Occasionally, the blood light overflowed, which was heart-wrenching.

The originally beautiful area was now rendered like hell by the blood mist in the sky.

If a mortal was in such an environment, he would turn into a demon just by taking a breath.

The villages and towns at the foot of the mountain have long been deserted and seem to have been moved.

There are only countless ferocious beasts, howling in excitement.

Interestingly, this eerie and eerie atmosphere only did not envelope Anle Village.

It's like a tacit understanding of isolation, and it seems like that place is independent of this world...

"Hey, these demon gates are really stubborn..."

Above the wooden house in Anle Village, Aunt Hong looked sadly at Guyun Mountain in the distance, shrouded in fierce clouds and blood mist, "I don't know what happened to Boy Mu..."

"Don't worry, that kid won't die so easily..." The village chief lay on the Tiger King's back, holding a piece of wild grass in his mouth. "A few days ago, Jian Zong went out with a large number of disciples. They must have been transferred. Now inside Jian Zong There are not many disciples.”

"But it's hard to say about Jian Zong..."

Several villagers were chatting.

Anle Village is surrounded by strong luck. Whether it is monks, monsters, or other alien races, they rarely come here.

Even that evil cultivator will not come here randomly to be contaminated by special karma, otherwise something big will happen... This is like axioms.

At this time, the ground suddenly shook.

Every second, he trembled violently, very regularly.

"Village chief, look, what is that?" Tiehu pointed to the other side.

I saw a sky-holding giant at that location, walking over the mountains and rivers.

The giant's body was covered with jet-black hair. His face was vaguely human-like, his skin was red and black, his palms were like a beetle, and his arms were like rivers. He could reach hundreds of feet away with the soles of his feet, and there was a stream of blood all over his body. The black arrogance exuded a coercion that overwhelmed the world.

"This seems to be the ancient immortal zombie... Now the Sword Sect is in some trouble..." The village chief frowned secretly, "These magic methods are really weird..."

——

There is a mountain range not far from Guyun Mountain.

Several figures were sitting cross-legged in mid-air, and there were only a few figures on the top of the mountain.

"Lord, why do we come here? Considering our relationship with the Sword Sect..."

"Although we have a fighting relationship with the Sword Sect, we are only fighting in Huangtian Continent. If the demonic forces from other continents intervene first, it will definitely not work, right Lord?"

"Lord, are you trying to save the Sword Sect?"

"Lord, the one you want to save is not Sword Sect, but the Yan Sword Immortal?"

"What do you know? The Lord is like a mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind him. He wants more Tianqi secret treasures. What kind of Sword Sect Yan Sword Immortal has anything to do with her? I don't understand the Lord's thoughts at all..."

"..."

"Have you finished talking nonsense? I will definitely get the Apocalypse Secret Treasure. As for the Sword Sect, it will be gone if it is gone. Of course, it has nothing to do with me. What about the Yan Sword Immortal..."

The voice paused, seeming a little sad, "Back then I destroyed her Qingshuang Sword, and she destroyed my Wushuang Bell. I have been fighting with her for many years, regardless of the outcome. Now watching her fall, I really..."

"Lord, I understand. Your opponent suddenly disappeared, and you may feel a little uncomfortable..."

"No, I'm happy."

"..."

"It's just that she still has to die, but as long as she dies in my hands, how can she fall into the hands of those demons? It simply lowers her level, so! In order to bring closure, I will I will personally give her the final blow and let her die among my old rival. I believe she will be pleased in the end."

"..."

"Lord, look over there, it's Xian Zhiyun Huan! The three demon blood evil formations of the Demon Sect haven't been completely broken yet. This thing has already arrived. I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with later."

"What's the rush? It's not the last moment yet. Yan Jianxian is not that weak..."

——

Shangxiao Sword Sect, inside.

The sea of ​​​​clouds with a vague fairy spirit is like a little red in the white fuel, spreading into large areas.

In the sky that was intertwined with changes, all the clean energy that Jian Zong had in the past was gone. Instead, there were waves of turbid and evil energy, exuding wanton and majestic power.

The shattered mountain guarding formation was filled with endless sword light.

The path-seeking rope connecting the seven sword peaks below glowed with intense brilliance, as if something was brewing...

The six peak leaders stood horizontally on the peak base, all standing with their eyes closed, exuding a sky-high sword energy.

Each person has a sword with brilliant light, showing different colors and intertwined with each other to form a mysterious formation.

Led by the sect leader Jian Qingqing, the divine sword above has the strongest killing intent.

Above the sky, the thick blood mist turned into a skeleton. Every time a skeleton fell, the divine sword would kill it.

It's just that the light is slightly dim at this time.

After a while, Jian Wuqing opened her eyes slightly, looked in several other directions, and sighed softly.

A few of them can actually hold on.

The reason why they can still persist is because the two tribulation ancestors were resisted by Yan Jianxian.

The large formation composed of several demonic god-transformers, plus all kinds of puppets, Yin spirits, ghost corpses, blood beasts, and many Jindan Nascent Soul monks, hit each other like a tidal wave, almost like going crazy.

At this time, the six people formed one body, which was combined with the mountain-protecting formation to form the Seven-Star Huanyu Evil-Slaying Sword Formation.

Trouble is, because one is missing.

One Tianjian Peak is missing...

This makes the power of this sword array much weaker.

Sword Formation Sword Formation, if it is not complete, is it called Sword Formation so far?

For seven days in a row, at this moment, the elixirs were used when they should be used, and the magic weapons were damaged when they were needed, tirelessly. The search for the magic weapon to protect the mountain was the last bottom line.

If it fails, the seeking rope will cause the seven peaks to explode, and the power generated can destroy everything in an instant.

The blood cloud in the sky was filled with endless sword light.

In the clouds and mist below, there are endless ghosts and puppets floating, each one looks like a floating corpse, and it makes people look at it.

These things made by demon cultivators are used as cannon fodder, and it is overwhelming to send them out. If you don't deal with them, all kinds of filthy and evil spirits will corrode the sword array. If you deal with them, it will be a waste of spiritual energy.

"It's pretty good..." Danjianfeng Wu Da used his spiritual thoughts to transmit the message, but it was a little weak. "If there is no Righteous Alliance in our continent to resist and share the share, let alone seven days, I'm afraid it will be like this in four or five days."

"Fortunately, those disciples have been sent to the Queqiao Immortal Mountain. When our news spreads, they will be scattered across the continents, and they will always have the inheritance of our Sword Sect."

"Senior Brother Wu, why do you need to say such depressing words?" Lu Youlian, who was in the north, whispered, "Everything has a glimmer of hope... Look, the blood light dissipates, and the souls of the two ghost gods who have transcended the tribulation ancestors coexist. Dafa has been broken by the elders..."

Several people looked at it together.

I found that all the blood light had dissipated, and drops of brilliance like teardrops fell from the sky, shining with a dark color, like a heavy black rain, dripping into the void, shining in the space.

The six people recognized him immediately.

That is the divine magic weapon of the two ancestors who have overcome the tribulation, and it is the soul-stealing weapon of all demons. Its body is said to be made from the remains of ninety-nine thousand monks and the bones of ferocious beasts. It can be transformed into more than ten kinds of magic weapons with different effects, making it a first-rate killing weapon.

These two ancestors also practiced the unique method of soul-pulling symbiosis, which allowed them to temporarily combine with each other to form a great demon, possessing the strength close to ascending to the Immortal Realm.

Otherwise, even with Elder Yan's current injuries, it would not be difficult to kill the ancestor who was only at the peak of the Tribulation.

The gap between these two realms is like a natural chasm, insurmountable.

Even if you reach the Immortal Realm one-tenth of the way, it is definitely not comparable to the Tribulation Realm.

Using such secret techniques, these two Tribulation Ancestors will lose hundreds of years of life, but they will have the strength to reach the Immortal Realm, so that they can barely fight against the current Elder Yan.

But even so, after several days of fighting, Elder Yan was able to defeat them all.

Even the divine magic weapon was shattered.

Seeing this scene, the six people immediately became excited.

There is no one unparalleled sword immortal who is said to be the only one in the millennium, and there is no one who can rival him.

In the thousand-year world of immortal cultivation in Jiuzhou, sword immortals have emerged one after another. Among them, there are many people with unparalleled talents. There are even immortals whose descendants can reach the stage of transcending tribulation within hundreds of years, but none of them can match them.

The only unparalleled sword immortal in the Jiuzhou Immortal Cultivation World, a person who carries the destiny of heaven and earth, and the only peerless existence at the ceiling level of swordsmanship. Even if he only has a small amount of power, he still has the ability to kill gods and demons.

The six people looked at this scene and were shocked.

The large blood cloud dissipated, and it seemed that the Sword Sect was about to return to the bright sun and moon again.

Two huge black light groups separated from the sky and turned into two phantoms. The soul was shattered and it was difficult to survive.

The two lights and shadows of a man and a woman are really the ancestors of the Tribulation Tribulation, the Demon You Ancestor and the Soul Sea Ancestor from the Yuanhai Palace.

"Back then, there were more than this number of tribulation ancestors from these three demon sects... none of them were killed by Elder Yan..."

"What do two mere ancestors count now?"

The six people were excited.

Demonic cultivators are different from righteous cultivators.

Most of the demonic skills and evil methods they practice are strange and extraordinary, and most of their paths are not the right path. Therefore, while their practice speed is often very fast, there will also be more disasters.

With the same qualifications, most magic skills and evil methods are faster, but it is also more difficult to overcome the tribulation.

Many demonic cultivators went all the way to become gods, and the result was fatal three-nine thunder tribulations, six-nine thunder tribulations, etc.

Of course, there are also strangers who practice demonic arts and practice deceitful ways. These people can stick to their true nature, find new ways, and achieve great things. Although he is still a demon cultivator, he is often given the title of Zun, and is highly respected. The camp usually remains neutral and rarely gets involved in other conflicts.

For example, the strange man who founded the Yuanhai Palace back then, Shuo Wuji, was known as the Yuanhai Demon Lord. Although the Yuanhai Temple at that time was full of demonic cultivators, they all maintained a neutral camp. Most of its disciples were decent, and the Yuanhai Wuji Book of Internal Cultivators also possessed first-class magical skills.

However, after the demon king passed away, Yuanhai Palace gradually became a real demon cave...

The six people, whose thoughts were racing, saw victory in sight, and their hearts were filled with excitement.

Especially when the blood cloud dissipated, the snow-white figure on the green sky cheered up their exhausted spirits.

Immaculately white, although he does not hold any sword or magic weapon, he still stands between heaven and earth like a pure white divine sword at this moment.

However…

On Yan Qingwu's snow-white cheeks, only the tear stain had color, which added a bit of normal life to her appearance at this time.

"..."

Her face was neither sad nor happy, and there was no color in her eyes.

Especially looking at the two figures transformed from the school group in the distance.

"Strong, too strong... Even after so many years, Yan Jianxian, your sword is still so terrifying..."

A hoarse and roaring voice spread across the sky, "Before I came, I knew we couldn't win. The Demon Lord's symbiosis method can be broken by you. Your soul, your injuries, and even the strength to overcome the tribulation are not there." …”

"Ha ha ha ha…"

The voice of the Demonic Patriarch was a little crazy, but also a little admirable, "The world has changed. For thousands of years, no wonder no one can surpass you... You have been so seriously injured, and you can still do this..."

"There are not many people in the nine continents of immortality who can compare with you..."

"It's a pity that you are missing your real divine sword! Today, it is an honor for both of us to watch you fall here..."

The two ancestors did not persuade Jian Zong to give up resistance, nor did they persuade the latter to hand over the Apocalypse Secret Treasure. Instead, they told a fact that seemed to have been established with a respectful taste.

Yan Qingwu looked into the distance, with no fear of death or nostalgia for the world in her eyes.

It seems that life and death have long been very common things in her eyes.

There was only sword and peace in her eyes.

She looked at the sky, her eyes not confused. The heart of the sword, hidden in a place where no one could peep, had a temperature that no living being could detect, but they just couldn't sense it.

Suddenly.

distance.

A giant tore through the outer barrier, revealing an ancient face full of time, reflecting the glory of immortality.

The six people looked solemn.

Most of the flames ignited in his eyes were immediately extinguished as if they were hit by heavy rain.

"He's here after all." Cheng Tianyong sighed softly, "If I could find out sooner..."

"Senior brother, I don't blame you..." Zhong Xiao whispered, "Who would have known that such an ancient god would be in the Lan Sect in that mountain..."

Ancient God is the history of the land of Jiuzhou after the changes in heaven and earth.

These histories confirm that before the changes in the world, there were still this more powerful group of existences in an older era. The ancient earth where they were buried in the Nine Continents also buried an even older history.

It wasn't until the heaven and earth changed that something appeared.

For hundreds of years, many sects have focused on exploring these ancient myths. Hundreds of years ago, the first corpse of an ancient god was excavated.

The so-called ancient god's corpse almost caused the destruction of an entire continent and caused countless disasters.

Their whole bodies are covered with the laws of heaven and earth, their magic is inviolable, and their spiritual consciousness is difficult to penetrate. They have an almost immortal body. Once awakened, even the ancient gods in the realm of god transformation possess the powerful power of heaven and earth.

After the change in the world, there were countless strange objects in Jiuzhou, and this ancient god's relic can be regarded as a first-class vicious object.

Now he was awakened by the secret method of the Saint of Yuanhai Temple and refined into Immortal Zombie. Its terrifying aura, just one look at it, made people want to lose the fight.

"kill…"

An ancient accent murmured from the mouth of the immortal zombie Yuenhuan.

The blood vessels all over his body were stretched like mountain peaks, and a single hair on his body seemed to be able to crush a forest.

As soon as he raised his palm, boundless corpse energy filled the air, covering the sky and the sun, making no distinction between friend and foe.

The brilliance spitting out of his mouth is like the rotten gas coming from the abyss.

With one step forward, the mountains and rivers were turned upside down, the sun and the moon were hanging upside down, everything was covered under that terrifying momentum...

Boom!

Immortal Zombie punched out, like stars falling to the earth, the formation formed by the six people was instantly shattered.

The six people scattered in all directions, with only horror in their eyes...

Then, the immortal zombie seemed to feel a unique aura and looked straight at the snow-white figure in the air...

Once the formation was broken, the entire Sword Sect was like a man without clothes, naked on Guyun Mountain.

Everything between heaven and earth seems to be clear and unchanged.

Yan Qingwu looked at the immortal zombie, a white light ignited all over her body, and her only firm eyes were filled with a sense of reminiscence.

It seemed like I was remembering something.

No fear of life or death...

Then, she looked at the sky again, seemingly without the slightest fear of the immortal zombie.

"What a state of sword-shin-no-self, heaven-humanity..."

The two demon ancestors stood proudly in the distance, just watching quietly, with no intention of intervening.

Mainly because I can't intervene anymore.

They were hit hard.

But right now, this Immortal Zombie is enough to consume the Sword Immortal until he dies.

Unless the other party chooses to escape.

Unfortunately, this is not possible.

If he transformed into a powerful sword sect, he might choose to run away and plan a bigger plan.

But this Yan Jianxian has a resolute temperament. Let alone letting her escape, even taking half a step back would be a kind of disrespect for her status.

That kind of unique will of the Sword Immortal, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has long been the highest state of looking down on life and death.

Therefore, as the ancestors of the demonic way, they admired each other and watched each other's fall with admiration.

Facing this kind of enemy, can they think of how the ancestors of the three major demon sects fell?

It is not unfair at all to die at the hands of such a person.

at the same time.

Tianjian Peak.

There was a flicker of light.

Wang Mu fell to the ground.

"We're here."

Nanrong Biyou looked around and frowned slightly, "Your Tianjian Peak is quite clean. There is no master, no disciples, and there is no need for those demonic monks to attack."

Then, she glanced into the distance, shook her head and said: "The mountain-protecting formation has been broken, and you peak leaders have also been hit hard. It seems that you don't have much combat power at the moment."

The snow-white light and shadow on the other side actually stunned Nanrong Biyou for a few seconds.

"It's really amazing. I can still hold on until now..." Nanrong Biyou snorted, "What a great swordsman! I can't hold on until now..."

"Look, your Elder Yan is over there... The other side is dark like the shadow of a mountain, and that's the Immortal Zombie."

"We can't stay in this place. I'll let you leave here later..."

Wang Mu shook his head. This long-distance teleportation made his body feel like it was being torn apart. He was still a little uncomfortable with the first teleportation. Fortunately, he was very strong, and after a few breaths he came back to his senses and looked into the distance.

"Is this the Immortal Zombie?"

Wang Mu took a deep breath, and just one glance made his eyes hurt.

What kind of perverted thing...

"This thing is immortal. We can only destroy its momentum and seal it..." Nanrong Biyou snorted, "After the Huijian Sect is destroyed, the three major demon sects will not care about the life and death of Huangtian Continent. I guess I wanted to run away after taking the secret treasure that day."

"This thing will make it continue to bring disaster to Huang Tianzhou."

"Of course, with the ability and temperament of your Yan Sword Immortal, 99% of the time he will choose to die with this Immortal Zombie."

"That is to say, we will try our best to kill it and prevent it from harming the common people."

"In this case, that's what I said, she will fall now."

Wang Mu's heart froze.

"The Sword Sect is gone, you can go to other Sword Sects." Nanrong Biyou nodded, "Do you want to leave now? If you want, I can finally take you to Qianzhou. There are also Sword Sects there, and you can Learn the sword."

Wang Mu shook his head.

"Aren't you going to leave?" Nanrong Biyou glanced into the distance, her eyes turned cold, "Don't you want to die here with her?"

Wang Mu still shook his head.

At this time.

The stench of the Immortal Zombie spread and its arrogance surged towards the snow-white figure.

The whole sky seemed to be trembling.

The snow-white figure was instantly submerged, but soon, with a sword light, an inch of the immortal arm was severed, and the entire body was blasted out.

But the figure also retreated a little in the void.

Looking at this scene, Wang Mu thought to himself that he must work hard to practice in the future...

"If I don't leave, I won't die with her." Wang Mu took a deep breath.

"Oh?" Nanrong Biyou said, "Then what do you want to do? Don't tell me that you want to save her stupidly? You'd better weigh your own strength. Your realm. If I weren't here, you wouldn't even be able to save her." I can’t bear the aftermath of the battle thousands of feet away.”

Of course Wang Mu couldn't bear it himself.

In a battle of this level, to be honest, the terrifying momentum alone would be enough to crush the disciples below the Golden Core into powder.

If Nan Rong Biyou hadn't been there, Wang Mu would have teleported in and the person would have disappeared instantly.

"Little guy... go ahead." Wang Mu patted the bracelet.

call out!

A ray of light appeared from within, turning into a blue and white divine sword that reaches the sky.

The moment this divine sword appeared.

The entire Sword Sect's aura suddenly changed!

As if it contained some kind of supreme principle, it caused a huge change in the fate of the entire Sword Sect.

"This is... Qingshuang Sword?" Nanrong Biyou was startled, eyes full of disbelief, "How come you have this sword?"

Still intact?

"Did you repair this sword?" Nanrong Biyou looked at Wang Mu with a huge change in his eyes.

The voice was filled with extreme disbelief and some suppressed anger caused by discomfort.

"No, no, no..." Wang Mu said quickly, "I didn't completely repair it...the reason..."

He wasn't done yet.

"I...I...I'm scared..." The little sword spirit flew out and said timidly.

"Ah?" Wang Mu was startled.

No, the majestic Qingshuang Divine Sword, are you afraid of Immortal Zombie?

You have followed Yan Qingwu for so many years, and I don’t know how many strong men have died under your sword...

You told me you were scared?

Is it just restored and not fully activated yet?

"I'm a little afraid of the master..."

The little sword spirit got into the Qingshuang Sword and whispered, "I want you to accompany me..."

ha?

I'm just a little monk in the Qi training realm. Am I not looking for death if I go there?

Moreover…

Just as Wang Mu was about to retort, the Qingshuang Sword burst out with a bright divine light, covering Wang Mu as if to protect him.

Then the hilt of the sword fell into Wang Mu's hand, and with a whoosh, he flew up into the void and turned into a stream of light.

"???" Wang Mu.

"???" Nanrong Biyou.

She stared blankly, as if she was stupid.

A kind of surprise began to spread in his eyes, then turned into unwillingness, and finally turned into anger...

Even, as if she didn't want to see the next scene, she raised her hand and raised it again. With a flash of water, Nan Rong Biyou took a serious look at the position and disappeared from the spot...

at the same time.

The immortal zombie punched Yan Qingwu again.

Yan Qingwu's eyes narrowed, and her heart suddenly trembled, as if she was sensing something...

The next second, a ray of blue divine light flew into the void, and with one sword slashed off the arm that was as thick as a majestic mountain!

Wow, the dazzling luster exudes a power as pure as the sky!

In an instant, multiple pairs of eyes stared at this scene and were stunned.

The luster appeared, and it turned out to be a man holding a blue divine sword, standing in mid-air.

In an instant, everyone who looked at him was dumbfounded.

"Green Frost Divine Sword!!"

"Green Frost Sword?"

"How could it be this sword!!"

"How could it be you?"

"Is that boy Wang Mu?"

…

Silence fell in the air.

"Lord, look! What is that!"

Outside the Sword Sect, on the unnamed mountain peak.

Several figures stared ahead.

"That's the Qingshuang Sword!"

"Only the Qingshuang Sword can achieve such divine power... Lord, wasn't this sword destroyed by you long ago?"

"What a powerful divine power. It is indeed the divine sword used by Yan Jianxian to sweep across the nine continents... Hey, why is there someone there under the light of that sword? Who is this?"

"Strange, how can this damaged divine sword be repaired? The Lord's Wushuang Bell has only been partially repaired so far. This divine sword is more powerful than your Lord's Wushuang Bell in terms of power, and it is also damaged. It’s more complete…and almost impossible to recover from.”

"Cheng Tianyong is the only one in the Sword Sect who knows how to refine weapons. It is absolutely impossible for him to repair them at his level. Such divine objects are no longer measurable by his level..."

"Do you have anyone in our sect who knows how to refine weapons? Let me tell you..."

"Lord, Lord? Are you talking?"

now.

On the top of the mountain, the Lord in a red dress was extremely silent.

Only his eyes were fixed on the blue sword light.

She gritted her teeth and suddenly smiled charmingly:

"Stop arguing."

Everyone immediately fell silent.

"It's so amazing." The Lord pursed his bright red lips, and raised the corners of his mouth in a beautiful arc. The look hidden in his eyes was unknown to others, "You are so amazing. Unknowingly, this Repair this thing, and it still appears at this time. Xiao Biyou's prediction was really accurate, but I didn't expect that you would repair this thing..."

"Okay very..."

“It’s great!!!”

The elders from Fengyue Sect all heard the overwhelming anger hidden in the Lord's mouth.

They were so scared that no one dared to speak.

I don’t know why the Lord is so angry.

This is simply a strange thing in the history of Fengyue Sect...

Even if Yan Qingwu destroyed the Wushuang Bell back then, she would not be so angry...

——

"If I'm not blind, it's that boy Wang Mu, right?"

Below Jian Zong, the six peak leaders who were adjusting their breaths looked at this scene in astonishment.

My jaw almost dropped to the ground.

The six heads were filled with question marks at this moment.

"Why did he show up at this time?" Jian Qingqing felt that he had been fooled as the leader of the sect. "Who is this kid? How can the Qingshuang Sword be intact? Not to mention that he repaired it, I don't believe it!"

Several people were silent.

"This, Qingshuang Sword carries the cause and effect of Elder Yan..." Lu Youlian whispered, "Furthermore, this thing is extraordinary. I heard from my senior who was incarnated in Hidden Sword Peak that this thing is said to be the same thing as Yan's. Elders have a somewhat special relationship..."

In fact, several people have vaguely heard of it.

But not much is known.

They are much younger than Elder Yan.

"It's possible, he really repaired it..." Only Cheng Tianyong shook his head.

"Ah, how do you say this?"

Cheng Tianyong told him what happened when Wang Mu came to him.

"Looking back now..." Cheng Tianyong said, "I feel that this kid might have made a special trip to ask about this matter at that time, but he just couldn't ask directly... to use an excuse..."

"..."

"Why would he want to help Elder Yan repair this sword?" Wu Dayong asked strangely, "Isn't this boy's repayment of kindness a little too big... Although preaching and receiving karma is indeed a great favor, it is not like this, Lao Cheng .How difficult is it to repair this Qingshuang Sword?"

"If you add up all the masters of weapon refining in the world, they might be able to repair 60% to 70% of it." Cheng Tianyong said, "But it will never be possible to repair it so completely... This kind of divine power is unparalleled!"

"Only a divine sword infused with the blood of saints and perfect cause and effect can possess such divine power..."

"The blood of sages...the changes in the world have been going on for thousands of years. Does that thing still exist?"

"It should not exist. If it existed, there would be no rumors in the Jiuzhou Immortal Cultivation World." Cheng Tianyong thought for a while, "Maybe this kid used other methods... Anyway, I can't understand..."

The others thought, who can understand this?

Ever since this kid joined the Sword Sect, no one has been able to see what's going on with him...

"However, Elder Yan has this divine sword in his hand..." Jian Qingqing said happily, "This time our Sword Sect is out of crisis. Not only that... our reputation is even better!"

"Really? I feel like there's something wrong with Elder Yan's aura..."

Mid-air.

Yan Qingwu looked at the familiar divine sword not far ahead, and... the man holding the divine sword.

This sword has been touched by no one except her for thousands of years.

There were rare fluctuations in her eyes.

"It's not me, it's not me!"

Seeing this, Wang Mu almost lost his soul. "It was this sword that brought me here. It has nothing to do with me."

This little sword spirit is such a trap!

How could you ever take revenge on your benefactor like this?

I spent all my energy and blood to save you, how could you put me in such danger?

How abominable!

"Master..." The little sword spirit buzzed, with a bit of fear in his voice.

He was so timid that he didn't want to leave Wang Mu's grasp.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m greedy for the warmth in my palm that has lasted for thousands of years, or because I’m really afraid of the master who has followed me for thousands of years.

Wang Mu didn't know, his mind was blank now.

All I can think about is that I’m going to send it.

"Hold the sword."

Yan Qingwu's face remained unchanged for eternity, and she closed her eyes, wondering if she didn't want others to see the complexity in her eyes.

As he said, Wang Mu suddenly grasped the Qingshuang Sword, and before he could react, he saw Yan Qingwu coming to his side.

Her palms were clasped, and Wang Mu's body seemed to be under her control involuntarily.

The next second.

"rise!"

Yan Qingwu surged out with a surge of spiritual power and a huge sword intent, which merged with the Qingshuang Sword in Wang Mu's hand.

Endless sword light soared into the sky.

Hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, ten thousand feet...

Like all the countless creatures in Huangtian Continent, they can feel this divine power.

Under this sword, Wang Mu's heart trembled, knowing that Yan Qingwu seemed to have no other distracting thoughts at this moment.

"cut!"

Somehow, he seemed to have some understanding of this sword.

It seems like...

Boom!

Without waiting for his reaction, the sword slashed down, and the world seemed to be split into two pieces.

The boundless clouds and mist exploded, and the immortal froze into two parts. The two demonic ancestors in the distance were so frightened that their souls were extinguished. They turned into a line of blood light and escaped directly into the void. The blood mist array surrounding the sky dissipated in an instant.

In the endless sword light, the immortal ossified into two parts and fell into the sea of ​​clouds, but its body kept squirming and seemed to be recovering.

Wang Mu looked at this scene and was shocked by Yan Qingwu's power.

The next second, the divine sword in his hand was instantly released and flew around Yan Qingwu involuntarily.

With a flick of her finger, a sword light enveloped Wang Mu and sent him down.

As several rays of sword light spun around, the wriggling immortal zombie was intertwined and sealed by the sword light. It could no longer move at all, and finally slowly sank into the sea of ​​clouds...

Wang Mu fell to Tianjian Peak.

Lying on the ground, Wang Mu looked at the familiar blue sky again, feeling a little complicated...

There is no figure of Nan Rong Biyou around.

At some point, she seems to have left...

Wang Mu was silent.

The breeze blew by, and a note suddenly floated to Wang Mu's face.

He picked it up and took a look. There was a beautiful and familiar font on it, with several large characters written on it:

"Dongfang Mu! You are dead!"

"Deserve it!"

"I will never come to save you!"

That is the handwriting left by Nan Rong Biyou...