There was no one in the sword-making hall of Jiang State's palace when Yang Guo conquered Jiang State's capital. The Jiang State magicians who forged the swords had already fled, so that Solanum Solanum could come to such a dragon without any difficulty. The place where Yang prevented her from coming in every possible way.
A huge crimson sword pool was burning with everlasting blazing flames, and on the sword platform in the center of the sword pool, a purple sword was placed there. The Demon Sword was already in a semi-completed state two months ago. The Demon Sword's body, which was cast from various precious minerals, had been completed under Long Yang's command. It only needed a blood sacrifice at the right time.
I saw Solanum Kui walking to the sword pool that was still burning with red flames. She turned back and glanced at the palace where the killings were already boiling. There was a look of hatred on her face. Then Solanum Kui did not hesitate and jumped directly towards the fiery flames. He jumped into the sword-making pool, and the high-temperature flames instantly swallowed Nightshade nightshade, and the virgin blood belonging to Nightshade nightshade was also integrated into the magic sword at this moment.
Instantly combined with the effect of heaven and earth, the magic sword exploded into a natural phenomenon at the moment it was integrated into the blood of the virgin, making the magic sword that had not yet completed its final casting possess powerful ghost power far beyond imagination.
"Hahaha, hahaha... Demon Sword, such a divine sword will definitely take me one step further, and it is still unknown to reach the point where man and sword can become one. I am here with the Demon Sword..."
The cultivator who had appeared next to King Jiang appeared once again, and as soon as he appeared, his target was already locked on the demon sword that had just risen into the air.
I saw the short-bearded monk leaping towards the magic sword that was still floating in the air. While laughing heartily, he reached forward with his right hand and was about to grab the hilt of the magic sword, but Unexpectedly, the moment he grabbed the magic sword, the joy on his face disappeared. Not only that, he also looked like he was seeing an evil ghost, as if he wanted to get rid of the magic sword he had just obtained.
But there’s a saying that goes like this: it’s easy to invite gods but hard to send them away. As soon as he held the magic sword in his hand, it seemed to stick to the palm of his hand. Even if the short-bearded monk wanted to kill the demon sword, It looked like he was throwing the sword away, but the magic sword still bit his hand and couldn't shake it off.
The short-bearded monk who was targeted by the magic sword did not last long. In less than a cup of tea, his blood was gone, and his whole body seemed to have been drained by the magic sword, and he lost it. He had no strength to resist and even had no strength to shout. At this time, the desire in his eyes was completely gone. If he were asked to choose again, he would probably be beaten to death and he would never come back to the idea of fighting the magic sword again.
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. The short-bearded monk needs to pay the price for his wrong choice, and the price is his life.
After a breath, the short-bearded monk who had been drained of energy by the magic sword turned into debris and lost his human form. As if the magic sword was not full, it suddenly broke through the ceiling of the sword-making hall and flew to the capital of the Jiang Kingdom. high in the sky.
When the Demon Sword was first formed, the blood of the Maiden alone was not enough to elicit the incomparable power of the Demon Sword. Relying on the power of the Heavenly Image, the sword was 70% completed without anyone casting it, but after it was born But it takes a lot of life to fill the power of the magic sword.
Le Yuan, who was surrounded by police, looked at the magic sword that broke through the sword-making hall and flew into the air with a trace of regret. The casting of the magic sword meant that Nightshade had sacrificed the sword, and his agreement with Long Yang was to protect Nightshade, which in a sense had been broken. But he had to break the promise, and sacrifices had to be made to make the magic sword. Xiaokui's appearance a thousand years later was also due to today's sacrificial sword.
Le Yuan ignored a group of Yang soldiers and jumped into the wind to fly towards the magic sword.
"Don't even think about succeeding, the magic sword is mine..."
Just as Le Yuan flew towards the magic sword, another sword-wielding monk suddenly appeared, crossed Le Yuan and grabbed the hilt of the magic sword. It's a pity that he doesn't know that the magic sword can't be used by everyone, especially since the current magic sword is neither a finished product nor in the state of being suppressed by Xiaokui. It is simply a thing that eats people without spitting out bones.
This Taoist's strength is not very strong, he can't even reach B level. What this young man has done is so worthless. He was completely absorbed in just a few breaths, and his whole person turned into a demon. The nourishment for the sword's growth.
"Hiss—what a ferocious demonic sword. It actually needs to be made with human sacrifices. It seems that no one knows how many people will be buried under its sword. Either way, or..."
When many cultivators who were hiding saw the appearance of the magic sword, they knew that the sword was not as easy to hold as they thought. Even if they continued to stay, there was no guarantee that they would not fall into the hands of this sword.
However, Le Yuan did not flinch after seeing the "man-eating" magic sword. He continued to hold the sword in his hand, and immediately used an astonishingly strong ghost energy from the magic sword to try to absorb all the essence in Le Yuan's body. The energy was withdrawn from the body and sucked into the magic sword along the hand holding the shoulder.
The power of this magic sword is so amazing, the fate of the two people before is the best proof. It's a pity that Le Yuan is not moved at all now. Le Yuan's body now belongs to Long Yang. Although it has acquired some of Le Yuan's own characteristics after being eroded by Le Yuan's power, it is actually the body of a dead person. How could Le Yuan's soul be separated from him by the newly born Demon Sword? After a brief confrontation, the Demon Sword's wisdom, like that of a young child, discovered that Le Yuan could not move at all.
But Le Yuan instantly changed his mind, invaded the magic sword with his own power, and used the magic sword for his own use in an extremely domineering manner.
"Don't worry, I'm not here just to control you... If you want to grow, I'll make it happen for you. These tens of thousands of Yang Kingdom's troops are my gift for your birth..."
Le Yuan's left hand brushed the two-hand-wide blade of the magic sword. Le Yuan could clearly feel the soul bound by it in the magic sword. The two Taoist priests sank into despair, while Nightshade was sleeping in the magic sword as if she hadn't woken up. Her soul had not adapted to this change after sacrificing the sword.
boom-
Le Yuan fell to the ground in an instant, and the huge waves immediately stirred up countless dust. At this moment, tens of thousands of troops were suddenly blinded. But with no teammates around, Le Yuan became unscrupulous, charging left and right among the army with the magic sword, taking the lives of Yang soldiers with one sword after another.
Whenever Le Yuan uses the magic sword to kill someone, that person's life is absorbed by the magic sword, and his soul is trapped in the magic sword and never wants to be reincarnated.
When the dust dispersed, the rich bloody atmosphere had enveloped most of the country's capital, and more than a thousand Yang soldiers died in the battle just now.
"Hehe... after absorbing the souls of so many people, it must be enough for you to use that move. There is no need to hold back, everyone here will die!"
In an instant, the ghost power released from the demon sword turned into a giant demon sword that was hundreds or even ten meters tall in mid-air, and then slashed into the tens of thousands of troops in an instant.
Scream? moan? beg for mercy
All the sounds disappeared instantly after Le Yuan swung his sword. The tens of thousands of troops seemed so fragile. After the death of these people, the Yang State must have fallen into decline. Then the Yang State without the army would not be far away from destruction.
And when all the flesh and blood souls of the tens of thousands of troops were absorbed by the magic sword, the magic sword immediately transformed again, and while its ghost power became even more superior, the ability to turn hatred, resentment, and fighting spirit into spiritual power was also opened. Le Yuan instantly felt It seems that the magic sword is feeding back his spiritual power, and it seems that he wants Le Yuan to continue killing and provide him with more power.
"Your Highness, today the entire army of the Yang Kingdom has been killed. You have caused endless carnage. You might as well follow me back to the mountains and forests, recuperate your mind and cultivate your nature, and seal up this magic sword. You will be in vain and may not end well..."
I saw a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a gray and blue robe with a sword coming thirty meters away from Leyuan and looking at the murderous Leyuan who had slaughtered tens of thousands of Yang soldiers.
"Going to seclusion in the mountains and forests? Sealing up the magic sword? It's ridiculous. It's not me who should leave now, but you. Strangers like you are not welcome here. If you don't leave within three breaths, turn into a dead person and let me stay!"
Le Yuan's voice instantly spread to all places within a hundred miles of the capital of Jiang State, and all the cultivators hidden in this area heard this warning without exception.
Those who are weak and sensible will automatically retreat after hearing this warning, while those who are confident in their own strength, or even those who are skilled in art and boldness, will not take Le Yuan's words to heart at all.
After three breaths, the battle started again, but this was no longer the ant-slaying battle just now. The remaining enemies were all, without exception, advanced ascetics.
In today's era, the group of cultivators gathered in the capital of Jiang State are undoubtedly the top group. Before the major cultivating sects were established, this group of people who were fumbling in cultivating were not as successful as those of later generations. The cultivation method of the establishment, the strength is almost immortal.
This battle was fought in darkness, with no less than fifty people participating in the battle. The strongest ones were no worse than the future Shushan Qingwei and Qionghua Taiqing. Half of the entire Jiang State capital was razed, which was only gained by Le Yuan trying to control the destructive power.
There were fifty combatants, but forty-nine of them turned into the nourishment of the magic sword and stayed on this land forever. The only one who was able to escape was not the strongest, nor was the method the highest. The only thing worth celebrating is that He has a good surname - Weng.
The man who was let go by Le Yuan on his own initiative was the ancestor of the Weng family who later founded the ancient town. Today's battle could be said to be unforgettable for him. He even gave up on cultivation and retired to the mountains and forests as his destination.
With the death of a large number of human beings and the execution of immortal cultivators, the demonic sword emerged with ghostly power penetrating the world. It seemed that even God felt that today's killing was too much and cried blood and tears. The falling rain was bloody, as if Blood and water washed away the ground full of corpses.
After killing all the enemies, Le Yuan did not choose to pursue them, but returned to the Jiang Kingdom Palace. Long Yang was dead, and Le Yuan could not change this fact even if he used his body to kill Yang's army.
Looking at the demon sword that had absorbed a large amount of blood and soul, Le Yuan felt that although the power of the sword had skyrocketed, it was still in an imperfect state. This demon sword had never been forged, so there was no perfection.
Le Yuan thrust the magic sword in his hand into the ground in the empty palace.
Mystery: Heaven and Earth Yuanling Slash—
In an instant, the originally abundant spiritual power of the magic sword was mobilized by Le Yuan. The next second, under the influence of the mighty power of heaven and earth, the entire Jiang Palace and even the capital of Jiang State trembled. In just one stick of incense, it completely sank into the ground, and all traces of Jiang State disappeared. trace.
Burying Jiang Guo means that Le Yuan's last thing in this era has been completed. Long Yang's body, which lost the control of Le Yuan's soul, instantly collapsed and turned into fly ash and disappeared into this world. At this moment, the soul-returning fairy dream was activated, and Le Yuan came to a place that he did not expect at all.