"See you!"
"It's a ghost!!!"
"How dare she come back after fucking her uncle?!"
"The one who fought for the tripod back then?"
"God of Plague, it's her!"
"Hold!"
…
Just like a stone that causes a thousand waves!
The appearance of Jianchou was like a spark splashing into a frying pan, which in an instant caused countless noises and made all the ghost soldiers who knew her recall the fear of being completely dominated when they watched the fight for the cauldron that year!
Discussions, shouting...
Suddenly, the sound was endless and reached the sky!
Jianchou was so stunned that he was stunned.
She only remembered that when she participated in the Ding Competition, the impact it brought to Jiyu was indeed not very good. She even exposed her identity as a disciple of Yashan in the end. She arrogantly fought with the arrogant King Qin Guang and then left. But she shouldn't have aroused such a big reaction from these ghost soldiers, right
Ghost-seeing
Plague God?!
Not to mention her, even King Taishan, who subconsciously wanted to attack her when he first saw her appear, didn't expect this.
What happened to these ghost soldiers
What else can I do
I was badly cheated back then!
hatred!
How many ghost cultivators were affected by the fight for the cauldron eighty years ago? They were rich, but became penniless overnight! The poor ghosts who tried to make a last-ditch effort lost everything!
Who the hell cares about the grudges between her and King Qin Guang
What they care about is Xuan Yu which will never come back!
The reason why Jiyu held the tripod competition was just for the word "gamble"!
During the battle eighty years ago, who could not pay attention to the sudden appearance of a female cultivator with an incomplete soul and shockingly weak
Once you pay attention, you can't help but place a bet.
Ever since Jianchou survived the first level of hell unscathed, he gradually put in amazing performances and without a doubt became the favorite for the championship!
How many ghost cultivators cheered for her
How many people went bankrupt and sold their magic weapons to bet on her to win
But the result...
What the hell is going on behind that?!
This female cultivator named "Jianchou"!
Kill all the way!
Killed to the last level!
Then, a little bald Zen monk called out his identity...
hehe.
Monks from Nineteen Continents!
Disciple of Yashan!!!
At that moment, many gamblers felt a chill in their hearts!
This is not the end yet!
After her identity was exposed, she simply threw the can down the drain, brazenly and arrogantly rushed out of the Shitian Creation Formation at the end of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, restored her living body, soared to the Nascent Soul stage, and confronted King Qin Guang head-on before leaving! Μ.166xs.cc
One palm strike through the eighteen levels of hell!!!
What he broke through was not the Eighteen Layers of Hell, but the sweet dream of countless ghost cultivators of all sizes in the Seventy-two Cities to get rich overnight!!!
From "God of Wealth" to "God of Plague", just one slap!
Until now, the huge pit created by the palm strike at the bottom of the Eighteen Layers of Hell has not been filled up, so how can the trauma in the hearts of the ghost cultivators be filled up? !
Stealing people’s money and killing their parents!
Now, they actually saw this face that they will remember for the rest of their lives!
How dare you come back!
All the ghost cultivators were truly afraid, hated, and angry at her. The feelings in their hearts were intertwined, and the expressions on their faces became extremely distorted!
The boiling discussion started with one person, then spread to two people, eight people, a hundred people, a thousand people, and tens of thousands of people!
"How dare you come back?!"
"My mysterious jade..."
"It's been eighty years. Is my grandma dreaming?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Hit her!"
…
The extreme fear comes from the dual fear of her identity and strength; the extreme anger originates from being fooled in the casino and the disastrous defeat of her personal interests!
I don’t know who shouted “beat her”.
The anger that they had no way to vent in the past finally overwhelmed their fear with the help of large numbers!
They are afraid of one-on-one combat, but they are outnumbered now!
Beat this plague god and vent your anger!
How much you have at a time will be counted; how deep the hatred is, how intense the resentment is, that’s how much hatred you will show when you attack!
Whatever you have, it counts!
All were pressed at this moment!
At this moment, an overwhelming attack broke out!
“Boom!”
Even though Jianchou was already aware of this unusual situation, he was still caught off guard when faced with the sudden explosion like a rain of fire!
What happened to this group of ghost cultivators
It was just like she had killed their parents!
King Taishan thought for a while in his head, and finally reacted when he heard the ghost cultivators cursing "God of Plague" and "Ghost-Seeing God". He was speechless for a moment.
It's really the right time, the right place, and the right people, everything is on his side!
So he took this opportunity and rushed towards Jianchou without hesitation from the void where he was standing. There was a heavy aura hidden in his burly body, pressing down like a mountain!
What King Qin Guang didn't kill back then, he will be the one to take care of it!
"How dare you call yourself 'Yashan'?"
"boom!"
The latecomer arrives first!
His attack arrived almost at the same time as the sudden explosion of various attacks from the Extreme Domain Ghost Soldiers' Formation!
Jianchou was completely submerged.
At this moment, everyone on the Nineteen Continents was dumbfounded, simply because the noise on the other side was so loud, not to mention that so many ghost cultivators behind the ghost soldier formation were cursing out loud together!
Even if no one could hear clearly what they were cursing, everyone could see clearly that the group was very angry!
"Isn't that Senior Sister?"
"Is it Daoist Fellow Jianchou?"
"The one from Yashan?"
"What happened?"
…
Even though they were far away, the moment Jianchou appeared, everyone on the Nineteen Continent side recognized her based on her moon-white robe.
After all, it is rare to be able to wear this light color with such momentum!
Not to mention her already daunting level of cultivation.
only…
Isn't this too daring?!
She had come all alone to the rear of the Human Extreme Territory? And why did those ghost soldiers treat her as if she had seen the murderer of their father? They could understand calling her "ghost-fearing", but where did the "plague god" come from
"this… "
Zhang Yuandai, the leader of the Demon Sealing Sword Sect, was stunned once again. Although it was extremely inappropriate, he still subconsciously asked himself and everyone else the biggest question at the moment.
"What has she done to anger the heavens and the people?"
No one responded from the side of the powerful monks from the Nineteen Continents.
Only a few people with quick minds turned their eyes to Fu Chaosheng.
But Fu Chaosheng obviously did not want to explain. In fact, he did not even hear what Zhang Yuandai was saying at this moment. All his eyes and attention were on Jianchou who was overwhelmed by the attack.
The mayfly clan's perception of time is very different from that of ordinary people.
One day is a lifetime.
Others just thought that they hadn't seen this female cultivator from Yashan for more than twenty days at most since the Tomorrow Star Sea, but when she came to Fu Chaosheng, it felt like he hadn't seen her for many lifetimes.
He said nothing, but just looked at Jianchou, at the new sword in her hand that was obviously different from the previous one...
Xie Buchen, who was standing aside, had already witnessed the power of this sword.
Moreover, he had heard of the mysterious reputation of Yashan Yitiantian, and he could not help but look at the rear of the enemy camp that had been buried by the overwhelming attack.
"Hua La La..."
Like the sound of water and surging waves.
After just a moment, it became deafening, as if the tiny waves on the sea were carried by the wind, growing like a snowball, and finally forming a tsunami-like wave wall, sweeping across with a "boom"!
Behind the ghost army's formation, a huge wave like snow actually washed out!
From the end of those countless attacks!
From the sword held by that female cultivator!
“Swish!”
Just like a huge wave breaking through the embankment and overflowing the beach, when the tide recedes, all obstacles and attacks are swept away!
It's a sword like a wave!
As powerful as a mighty river!
The three-foot sword had grown to its original six feet in the instant she swung it! The longer it was, the narrower the sword seemed, and the more sinister the sword looked!
Hold the hilt of the sword at an angle and tilt the sword blade horizontally!
At the moment when King Taishan clenched his five fingers and made a phantom punch that seemed to be able to collapse mountains and split rocks, and blasted it towards him, the tip of her sword had already drawn the most bizarre arc in the air, like a blood-red crescent moon!
The momentum of the river opening and closing suddenly changed!
It was like a vicious demon that had been lurking in the deep darkness for who knows how many days and nights, and after a sword chant as shrill as a roar, it pounced on people's throats!
"A ray of light..."
Zhenren Hengxu finally pronounced the name of the sword from his throat which seemed to be blocked by something, but his gaze passed through the void filled with flames and shouts of killing on the battlefield and fixed on the blood line rising from the tip of the sword. There was a heavy and suppressed complexity in his feeling.
How could he not recognize this sword
Since ancient times, the three swords of Yashan have been famous all over the world!
The Yashan Sword, nurtured from the spirit of mountains and rivers, is a holy sword.
The nameless sword originates from the spirit of a person drawing a sword in anger, and is the real sword;
But a ray of sky...
One life lost, one inch stronger; one soul gone, one thread longer! The cliffs and mountains are soaked in blood! Born from death, forged into a sword! Unwilling in life, unwilling in death!
The sword was born for killing, and its murderous aura remains; it is a demonic sword!
Master Hengxu finally closed his eyes and sighed: "Help me..."
The hermit Fudao seemed to be in a trance and did not hear anything.
The next moment, the lingering sound of the sigh, which was hard to tell whether it was joyful or sorrowful, was drowned out by the roar that resounded throughout the entire battlefield!
A sharp attack through the sky, with many twists and turns!
The sword points at King Taishan!
It is the master of all the swords in Yashan, the lord of all the swords! It has infinite changes, and is an "endless" sword with endless styles and endless meanings!
Jianchou seemed to have returned to the day when he was learning sword skills in the Yashan Armory. Thousands of sword shadows flashed before his eyes, and thousands of sword energies intertwined in front of him!
The sword follows the heart, the heart follows the sword!
At that moment, his blood boiled, and the fighting spirit in Bu Ranchen's eyes turned into sword intent, and he actually charged forward towards King Taishan!
"I just got the sword, and now I want to test it with Lord Yan. Please give me some advice!"