"Pang Jian."
The thin old man shouted softly, looked at the hilt of the magic sword, and said: "Feng Niang and Yuan Mo, you can choose one."
Without waiting for Pang Jian to speak, he continued, "If you choose the source demon, you need to draw the sword with your own strength. If you can draw it, it means you may have the ability to control it. If you can't draw it, the sword will continue to stay in the sword tower."
“Whoosh!”
He flashed to the location of the Source Demon Sword and sneered, "You never learned your lesson!"
His body quietly became transparent, and a light green spiritual sword, like his bones, emerged from under his blue robe.
Thousands of dazzling sword lights, like the lightning of a divine dragon, penetrated into the wall where the Source Demon Sword was inserted, instantly extinguishing all the dark demonic fire that invaded the sword tower.
In just a moment, the sword tower returned to its original state.
His sword light transformed into numerous chains that were invisible to the naked eye, locking the Source Demon Sword below.
His sword power and sword intent continued to penetrate into the Source Demon Sword, attacking the power of the Source Demon Sword.
Soon, the Source Demon Sword was seriously injured, and it howled, "You old fool, you cut me off all those years ago. It's all because Mo Nan was too weak and failed to ascend to the True God smoothly."
"If he becomes a true god, I will merge with his true god body and will not necessarily be defeated by you!"
"Mo Nan, Mo Nan, it's your fault that your determination to seek the devil was not firm enough, and you failed to successfully become a god-demon."
"Pang Jian, you are my wise master, I will help you become a true god of the human race."
"Take me away!"
The fierce roar of the Source Demon Sword Soul gradually turned into a howl.
The wailing also stopped abruptly at some point.
Pang Jian's eyes showed strange color, he had realized that the three people in front of him were the sword souls of the three magic swords.
The sword is their body.
The Source Demon Sword inserted into the wall of the Sword Tower was suppressed by these three divine swords. Both the sword soul and the sword body were suppressed and could not appear in human form.
"Yuan Mo, you actually chose a kid like this."
A sinister female voice suddenly sounded.
Pang Jian turned his head and saw another strange sword with a protruding hilt in the corner of the first floor of the sword tower.
The sword seemed to be made entirely of bones, exuding a strong smell of death.
"Bai Gu, it's none of your business, you'd better shut up."
Feng Niang sneered and said, "Because of your creation, there is a sinful Bone City in Purgatory. You deserve to die more than the Source Demon, and you will never be able to leave the Sword Tower."
"Oh, I'm waiting for the destruction of the Sword Tower, the death of Li Zhaotian, and the death of everyone." The Bone Sword smiled and said, "Although I was created by the Purgatory Human Race, if no one is qualified to control me, then I will go look for the alien gods from outer space."
"I'm just a sword, not a human. I don't have any sense of belonging or guilt."
The Bone Sword fanned the flames: "Source Demon, I'll ask you to introduce me to someone when the time comes. I heard you say that in the vast galaxy in the outer realm, there are so-called gods that spread death everywhere."
"I like guys like this!"
The Bone Sword shouted.
The fat old man snorted coldly and said, "If that day comes, I will kill you first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of sword lights flew out of his body, sank into the location of the bone sword, and destroyed the thoughts and consciousness of the bone sword one by one.
The Source Demon Sword and the White Bone Sword suddenly fell silent.
Pang Jian went to explore the corners again and saw a bloody hilt of a sword, which was also stuck in the wooden floor of the first floor.
This sword exuded a strong smell of blood, but its sword spirit was silent.
The Source Demon Sword, the Bone Sword, and the Blood Sword also seem to be spiritual swords that have reached the level of gods.
These three swords were stained with too many sins, and the sword holders were all killed by the strong men in the Sword Tower. The sword... was pardoned and suppressed on the first floor of the Sword Tower.
When he first arrived at the Sword Tower, Pang Jian was shocked by the sect’s powerful background.
He thought that even if this sect declined, as long as a true god was born again, it would surely rise again.
There were three divine swords in front of him, and three other suppressed god-level evil creatures.
The sword in Li Zhaotian's hand must also be a magic sword, plus the one in Li Yuqing's hand.
The number of divine weapons in the Sword Tower was simply astonishing to him.
"Have you thought about it?"
Feng Niang urged impatiently, "Is it me, the old lady, or the Source Demon Sword?"
At this time, Yuanmo could no longer make any sound.
Pang Jian hesitated and asked, "I want to know the origin of the Origin Demon Sword."
"Can."
The thin old man nodded slightly and said with a straight face: "This sword, the sword soul is called Yuan Mo, it is forged with a different soul that does not belong to Purgatory."
"The Origin Demon Sword has only one owner, the leader of the Demon Sword Sect, Mo Nan. He failed in his attempt to reach the True God realm and was eroded by the Demon Sword. However, Mo Nan, who failed to ascend to the True God realm, not only survived but also increased his combat power. He deliberately communicated with the alien gods from other realms in an attempt to lead them to enter Purgatory."
"In the end, a sword god before the Sword Tower, who was also my former... master, killed Mo Nan and broke the Source Demon Sword into two pieces."
"A piece of the Origin Demon Sword broke off and disappeared into the strange fog, and has never appeared since."
"The other broken sword is suppressed on this floor of the Sword Tower. In fact, the terrifying power of the sword spirit has been greatly weakened."
"But this sword is still very evil. The source demon is not a thing of purgatory. It will keep trying to infect the sword holder. Mo Nan was unable to resist its infection and was controlled by it when he attacked the True God."
"you… "
The thin old man laid the groundwork for a while, then said solemnly, "I suggest you choose Feng Niang."
When Pang Jian heard that the Source Demon was not a thing from Purgatory, his eyes lit up and he immediately said, "I choose the Source Demon Sword!"
The strange power burst out from his whole body, and he circulated his energy and blood to his palms, and lifted them up with all his strength.
The Source Demon Sword didn't move at all!
at the same time.
Hundreds of strange sword intentions followed the blood vessels and meridians in his palms and went straight to his sea of consciousness.
"Hoo! Hoo, hoo, hoo!"
Wisps of sword intent transformed into strange and bizarre monsters from the outer galaxy.
Some are women of extraordinary beauty, some are monsters that bite the strong humans, there are also monsters composed of many demon souls, or demon eyes like abyss caves, and there are also dark purple ogre flowers.
"My new master, I will show you my abilities!"
The alien demon transformed by the sword intent roamed happily in Pang Jian's vast sea of consciousness and headed towards the edge of the sea of consciousness.
Various kinds of demons were clearly flying towards the edge of the sea of consciousness, but all of them were connected to Pang Jian's golden soul by a thread.
Pang Jian stood tall and upright, with a golden soul ten thousand feet high in his sea of consciousness. He looked coldly at the hundreds of flying demons.
He felt that those sword-wielding demons were looking into his heart.
There are also foreign demons that quietly fall along the "spring" below the sea of consciousness, trying to infect his thoughts and consciousness.
The golden spirit sneered.
"What are you laughing at?"
"New Master, your aura is a little strange, your soul..."
“Huh!”
"boom!"
Hundreds of strange demons transformed from sword intent, with the help of a little soul perception, suddenly poured into Pang Jian's golden soul!
All the demons were moving away from Pang Jian's golden soul the moment before, becoming far away from him, but in the instant they all attacked Pang Jian's soul.
In an instant, Pang Jian's golden soul was attacked by hundreds of chaotic and surging thoughts and wills.
It was as if hundreds of spiritual torrents carrying thousands of distracting thoughts suddenly rushed into his soul, trying to overwhelm and destroy his own spiritual wisdom and leave a mark on his soul that did not belong to him.
"Outland, alien demon, this is your ability?"
Pang Jian shook his head and sneered.
With a thought in his mind, he imagined that he was the great thunder pool that could destroy the souls of gods and demons, and mobilized the thunder power in the thunder vortex.
“Crack!”
Thousands of dark electric currents that could kill all living things suddenly emerged from the three thousand consciousnesses that made up his soul, and in the blink of an eye, they broke the source demon's secret technique of confusing the soul.
Pang Jian used the characteristics of his golden soul again and said coldly: "Erosion..."
The power that could kill the divine will of the gods from outside the realm quietly grew from his soul. Hundreds of chaotic and surging thoughts were wiped out one by one by the innate characteristics of the "Hell Soul Bee".
In just a few breaths, all the strange demons transformed by sword intent that escaped into Pang Jian's sea of consciousness disappeared.
The sword soul source demon, his aura suddenly became as weak as a thread.
The thin old man noticed something strange, he released his control over the Origin Demon Sword, frowned and said: "Pang Jian, the sword spirit seems to have been injured by you, you..."
"Damn old man, I, I don't want to choose him as my master. I suddenly realized that I will stay in the Sword Tower."
"I've been with you guys for many years, and it feels pretty... good. I can't bear to leave you, so I'll continue to accompany you and let Feng Niang and him fight in Purgatory."
"I won't accompany you anymore."
The Source Demon Sword murmured weakly.
And at this time.
Pang Jian picked up the broken sword casually, and the broken sword, which was made of the same material as the hilt, was easily pulled out.
"You damn old man! Keep suppressing him! Why don't you continue to put pressure on him!?"
"I clearly didn't want to leave, why did you suddenly let go?"
"Aren't you worried that after I get out, I'll find my significant other in the weird fog and tear down this damn place of yours?"
The source demon's fierce and weak screams came one after another.
"I feel that even if you find your other half and regain all your strength, you still can't do anything to him." The thin old man sneered and waved his sleeves, saying, "I wish you two to conquer the hell!"
Pang Jian, who was holding a broken black crystal jade sword, was thrown out with his sleeve along with the broken sword.
"Thin guy, you..."
The fat old man narrowed his eyes, looked at the sword hole where the Source Demon Sword left, and said: "Do you feel that his soul is very similar to the soul of the alien god from the outside world?"
The thin old man said: "Well, because it is full of divinity."
"He has only been concentrating for a short while. Are you really confident in letting him take the Source Demon Sword out?" Feng Niang said with a changed expression.
"I'm relieved because the source demon can't infect him. If he did something in Purgatory Heaven and Earth that angered the gods and people, it should have nothing to do with the source demon, but it should be his own behavior." The thin old man said with a gloomy face, "Li Zhaotian chose him. This move is very dangerous, but it can indeed bring hope to the Sword Tower."
"What hope?"
Feng Niang and the fat old man asked.
"Take the Sword Tower from the second realm of Purgatory to the first realm, or even take it out of Purgatory!" the thin old man growled.
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(End of this chapter)