Volume 2 One Thought Ten Thousand Swords Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three Take it and play with it

The wind and sand rolled the bones down from the sky, and the bones hit the sand and shattered the bones.

The wind swept the yellow sand and formed a huge face in the sky, covering the entire sky, the darkness shrouded everything, and the voice of the Wind Demon Ancestor came from the darkness, "Now, human, tell me your conditions!"

A flame appeared in Chen Ming's hand, illuminating more than ten zhang beside him, and the flame in his palm was beating, "Perhaps, we can discuss." ”

It is obviously impossible to directly ask the other party to surrender, Chen Ming said: "I don't want much, I want the entire Imperial Sword Sect, and you can't hurt my Yanshan people." ”

The Wind Demon Ancestor glanced at Chen Ming and said, "You don't know enough, besides, your price is very reasonable, this is the price I can accept." ”

Chen Ming stretched out his hand and directly threw out the wind bead in his hand.

The Wind Bead fell into the yellow sand and disappeared in an instant, "It's really a familiar taste, I, the monarch of the yellow sand and the wind, Feng Yang, is back again!"

Out of the wind came a human figure that looked like it was made of yellow sand, "I once promised the Imperial Sword Sect that I would never go beyond their line, and I will never leave in my life, since I have reached a deal with you, then I will not regret it!"

The yellow sand was scattered in front of Chen Ming, and a pile of yellow sand appeared in front of Chen Ming, "This is my remnant body, as long as I bring one of these yellow sand on my body, my children will tie their hands, and wherever the yellow sand reaches, the wind will naturally stop." ”

Chen Ming stretched out his hand and collected all the piles of yellow sand in front of him in the storage ring, then he took out four of them, gave them to Zhuo Qingyao and the four of them, and brought one for himself, "Let's go, go and see the Imperial Sword Sect." ”

The five of them walked towards the wind and sand, and sure enough, after the wind met them, it naturally retreated, without any obstacles, and in front of Chen Ming, the yellow sand formed a map. It depicts the Imperial Sword Sect, which is in the middle of this sand sea, and the real sand sea is a full 108,000 miles in circumference, and the sand sea in the middle of the 100,000 mountains is just a corner.

Chen Ming took four personal disciples and flew in the direction of the Imperial Sword Sect, the Deep Sand Sea of the Imperial Sword Sect, there are naturally weak disciples under the sect, like weak disciples, who may not be able to leave the sand sea for the rest of their lives, so the Imperial Sword Sect has set up wind tunnels one by one, so that these disciples can shuttle in the sand sea as soon as possible. With the help of the wind tunnel once left by the Imperial Sword Sect, several people rode the strong wind, and after three days, they finally came to the Imperial Sword Sect.

However, as far as the eye could see, it was just a piece of yellow sand, as if he felt the arrival of Chen Ming and others, the yellow sand gradually rolled up, spreading around, and an ancient sect buried in the yellow sand gradually appeared in Chen Ming's eyes.

The yellow sand poured down like a stream of water, and a majestic mountain gate appeared in Chen Ming's eyes, it was a bronze giant sword with a height of 100 zhang, lying between heaven and earth, under the giant sword, on a mountain stone, engraved with three words, Imperial Sword Sect.

The yellow sand condensed beside Chen Ming, "Do you see that giant sword?"

Chen Ming nodded.

The voice of the Wind Demon Ancestor came from the yellow sand, "That's the third place on the Divine Soldier List, Juque." ”

Chen Ming asked, "The Gu Immortal Sect, or other powerful sects, should know that Juque is here, right? Why didn't anyone come and take it away?"

A voice floated through the yellow sand: "Because it is impossible for them to be recognized by Juque. ”

Chen Ming asked, "Is it difficult to get Juque to recognize?"

Wind Demon Ancestor said: "Hahahaha, in fact, it is not very difficult, as long as you can hold this sword, the so-called giant que is a huge mountain, this giant que is one hundred and eight zhang high, one zhang is a mountain, when the giant que is refined, it is the one hundred and eight mountains that are the tallest on this continent, and since then, there is no mountain in this continent that can be called a mountain." Even I can't shake this sword in the slightest, back then, if it weren't for this sword, I wouldn't have been defeated in the hands of that old guy in the Sword Sect. ”

Zhuo Qingyao looked at Juque, her eyes flashed with inexplicable brilliance, as long as her strength was strong enough, would it be fine?

Chen Ming looked at this giant que, the top was already deep in the clouds, and when he walked to the giant que, Chen Ming reached out and stroked the giant que, and the giant que suddenly trembled slightly.

Wind Demon Ancestor's gaze trembled, "This is impossible!"

Chen Ming nodded slightly, it seemed that it was not so difficult to get Juque to recognize, Chen Ming flew up, straight into the clouds, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, the qi and blood in his body began to worship, and the sound of blood flowing in the meridians was like waves in the sea, like thunder.

"Give it to me!"

The giant que gradually rose, causing the whole earth to tremble slightly, boom!

Juque was raised and completely detached from the ground, Chen Ming wanted to swing the hundred-zhang long giant sword in his hand, but it was too difficult, it was also too heavy, in fact, it was more because Juque recognized the ninety-nine Xuangong he practiced.

It is worthy of only cultivating the realm of hearing the Tao, only cultivating the physical body, practicing the ultimate physical body, and pursuing the practice of sanctifying the physical body!

Juque shrank in Chen Ming's hand, turning into a heavy sword that was a head taller than Chen Ming, Chen Ming reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, fell from the sky, and directly reached out and threw it at Zhuo Qingyao, "Take it and try it, see if you can take advantage of it?"

The Wind Demon Ancestor laughed strangely, like the sound of the wind howling, "You can get the approval of Juque, it is already a good luck, can this little girl also be recognized by Juque?"

Zhuo Qingyao stretched out his hand, the qi and blood in his body rolled, exploding like thunder, like a loud bell, and the other three personal disciples took a few steps back under Zhuo Qingyao's qi and blood, "Senior sister, it's really terrifying as always." ”

Juque fell into Zhuo Qingyao's hands, and there was no uneasiness at all, in Zhuo Qingyao's hands, it was obviously more docile than in Chen Ming's hands.

Zhuo Qingyao picked up the giant que, the smaller giant que, the weight was obviously not as terrifying as before, waved it in his hand, and then put it behind his back, and arched his hand towards Chen Ming: "Thank you, Master!"

The Wind Demon Ancestor was stunned, for so many years, no one has been able to take away Juque, but today it is strange, both master and apprentice can take it. The divine soldier recognized, just like Juque, it doesn't mean that you have to be able to shake one hundred and eight mountains to take it, it comes according to the realm, for example, Zhuo Qingyao's current cultivation, converted into a normal cultivation realm, is the peak of the Dao realm, then Juque's requirements are the requirements of the normal peak of the Dao realm.

And Zhuo Qingyao, in the same realm, in the entire continent, I am afraid that there is no second body as strong as her, after all, everyone else only has ten meridians, Zhuo Qingyao is eighty-one meridians, so naturally she easily meets this requirement.

And Chen Ming, his realm, he doesn't understand, but he can't wave the giant que, probably because his cultivation of the Ninety-Nine Xuangong is still too low for his current strength.

With this giant que, the current Zhuo Qingyao feels terrifying when he thinks about it.

Chen Ming's cultivation of the Ninety-Nine Xuangong is still a little worse than Zhuo Qingyao. How to say it, although Chen Ming can also practice, after all, his physique is not perfect in line with the Ninety-Nine Xuangong, and he cannot exert the greatest power of the Ninety-Nine Xuangong.