I am not a swordsmith, and the appearance of the sword of thousands of proverbs is purely from my understanding and derivation of kendo.

This sword is beyond the scope of a divine weapon, and after being linked to the fate of the demon path by me, this sword has an extraordinary significance.

After that, as long as there is still a disciple of the Demon Dao alive, and as long as the Demon Dao teachings are still in the human world, this sword will not be broken.

Moreover, this sword can only be held by my Demon Dao disciples, and all evils can not distort the will of the sword itself, except for the Demon Dao disciples, this sword will never recognize the second master.

The Demon Road began because of Xie Moling and ended because of me.

Since I became the Demon Dao Patriarch, the things I have left for the Demon Dao are extremely limited, only the skill of protecting the Dao, but there is no virtue of transmission.

The current advice of the Demon Dao, as well as the inheritance of the Demon Dao, all came from him three thousand years ago.

It's not that I'm presumptuous, it's just that there is no second him in heaven or on earth.

Even though I have been canonized in the way of the sword, I still have a lot of respect in my heart when I think of him. In the spiritual realm of the Demon Dao, I will never be able to surpass him, so I have to leave a sword.

I hope that the sword of thousands of prophecies can protect my demon path forever, ghosts and gods, and think about myself.

Collect the sword and return to the Temple of the God of War, Yuan Rui, Pu Jia, Feng Lord and others are waiting for me.

When they saw me return, they congratulated me in unison.

"Congratulations to Dao Ancestor for casting the Divine Weapon."

After the salute, Chunjun proposed to watch the sword.

I handed her the sword, but she was too late to reach for it.

Finally, he sighed and said, "I can't take this sword." ”

"Chunjun, you have comprehended the origin of the sword, is there still a sword that you can't catch?" The Wind Lord said with surprise on his face.

"The world mentions me as a pure jun and calls me a noble and peerless sword. The origin of the sword is the root of ten thousand swords, and I am also the head of the group. However, Dao Ancestor's sword, the sword grid is far above me. ”

"Oh, what kind of sword is this?" The Wind Lord asked.

"This is going to ask the ancestor himself."

As soon as Chunjun said this, everyone looked at me, including Xie Mo and Xie Ling.

Seeing the two of them eager to try, I took the sword horizontally and handed it to them. The two sisters and brothers cooperated tacitly, each stretched out a pair of immature arms, and held up the sword together.

The blade was heavy, and even though I had blurred once, it was still too heavy for them.

The appearance of trying to lift the sword body provoked everyone to smile, and only Chunjun looked surprised.

Her sword heart is sensitive, and the sword of thousands of prophecies has put so much pressure on her that she doesn't even dare to touch it. Therefore, when I devoured Xie Ling saw Xie Mo Xie Ling easily take my sword, I was very surprised.

"Chunjun, I don't know what kind of sword my sword is, I only know that as long as I am a disciple of the Demon Dao, I can pick up this sword."

After speaking, I handed the sword into Chunjun's hand.

Chun Jun held the hilt of the sword and gently pulled the sword out of the ebony scabbard, the sword light was as warm and shiny as water, and the sword intent was as gentle as the spring breeze.

After staring at the sword body for a while, Chunjun stretched out two snow-white fingers and flicked them lightly.

The sword body roared in the air, and the sound of the sword was lingering, telling a thousand words.

The sound of the sword sounded, and everyone looked solemn.

"Chunjun, what did you hear?" The Wind Lord asked.

"Demon Dao disciple, thousands of reds." Chunjun replied.

"What about you?" The Wind Lord looked at the Leaflet.

"Ghosts and gods are in the dark, thinking about themselves."

"I hear that all beings are equal, and there is no class in teaching." Without waiting for the wind lord to ask, Yuan Rui took the initiative to say.

At this time, the Wind Lord turned his head to look at me, and a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, "Xie Lan, what is the name of your sword?" ”

"The sword of a thousand proverbs."

"Good name, this sword can protect the Demon Dao from being immortal." The Wind Lord said.

……

They only admired me for forging a peerless sword, but they didn't ask me why I forged such a sword.

Even Yuan Rui, who was as careful as a hair, didn't realize the deep meaning of me casting this sword.

It was a little sad to me, even though it was the one I wanted the most.

I remembered the conversation I had with my concubine a long time ago when I was attacking Taiyin Mountain, everyone is a lonely soul, and all the roads have to be completed by themselves. No matter who you meet along the way, they are just passers-by in life, and only a few who can penetrate into the heart can be called soul mates.

Daozu Xie Moling has not revealed his heart in his life, in addition to not wanting to provoke love for no reason, another reason is that he has never found his soul mate.

In his time, no one could understand him, he couldn't break the army, and neither could the empress.

So who is the person who understands me?

In the past, I was like a blank sheet of paper, and anyone could easily understand me, but now I don't even understand myself anymore.

It's not because you don't know what you want, it's because you know you can't give anything.

So, I don't blame them for not understanding me.

In the coffin of the soul suppression, Dao Ancestor stepped across the void, leaving only a back.

This is how he chose to leave, and I can't walk as dashing as he did, because I have too much affection.

The Heavenly Dao Crisis blocked the Divine Realm for seven days, becoming more and more dignified day by day.

On the seventh day, the night seemed to have no end, and the sky was covered with thick clouds of lead.

It was dawn, but the sky was always dark.

Suddenly, a red tide faintly appeared from the heavenly machine in the east, and then the red tide quickly rendered, dyeing the entire sky red.

The dark red sky is like the color of blood.

The sky turned red, and then the entire primeval god realm was dyed red.

The red color gradually changed from dark to bright, and then the clouds in the sky began to burn.

The light was blinding, like a golden sun hidden behind the clouds.

Finally, the golden light pierced the clouds, casting thousands of golden rays downward.

Then there was a bang, and the lead cloud of the Eastern Sky completely burned out, revealing a black and endless void sky.

It turns out that there is nothing behind the clouds, so where does the golden light come from?

Just when the sentient beings looked at the sky with doubts, thousands of dazzling rays of light suddenly erupted in the endless nothingness.

A huge, golden gate of heaven suddenly descended into the endless void of the night sky.

All the beings in the divine realm were stung in their eyes and began to cry.

This golden light carries the power to wash the soul, and it makes people feel endless regret in their hearts.

Some low-ranking gods were not spared, and in the face of the gate of heaven, they recalled the sins they had committed in their lives, and shed tears of God.

The primeval divine realm began to tremble, and all beings wept while waiting in fear for the opening of the gate of heaven. Although they knew in their hearts that they would never wait for the salvation of Heaven, and that they would only wait for sanction and judgment, they still took possession of the Lord for the light of repentance.

Destruction comes, only death can be completely redeemed!

I don't know how many creatures in the divine realm shouted in their hearts, and as far as the eye could see, there was no business.

"It turns out that the way of heaven is so simple to destroy the world......" the wind lord sighed.

The Wind Lord was naturally not affected by the light of repentance, and Yuan Rui and Chunjun were also unharmed, but Pu Jia showed a confused expression.

The holy flame in her eyes began to burn violently again, and she looked at the gate of heaven with a little anticipation on her face.

The wind lord also saw the strangeness of Pu Jia, and hit Pu Jia's heart with a green wind.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and with the cultivation of the primordial wind god as the realm, it is not difficult to extinguish the holy flame in Pu Jia's eyes.

"How?" I asked the Wind Lord with a divine voice.

"It can only be extinguished for a while, and the fire is still there." The Wind Lord said.

The gate of heaven slowly moved from the east to the center of the divine sky, and before the gate was opened, the light of repentance had already sprinkled the entire divine realm.

In order to deal with the angelic legions, the Temple of the God of War gathered an army of 30 million.

And now, the 30 million army is silent, and there is no majesty in half of the army, and even some weak-willed people have quietly put down the swords in their hands.

I knew that the Divine Realm had no chance of winning against the Angel Legion, but I didn't expect that the Angel Legion had not yet come, and the Light of Repentance had already conquered the entire Divine Realm.

Looking at the 30 million God Realm army that had no intention of fighting, even the primeval god of war Murong Yuanrui could only frown.

If the will to fight does not exist, how can it be war?

With an angelic horn that resounded through the divine realm and shook the void, the gate of heaven slowly opened.

Only then did a crack open, and endless killing intent rolled in from the sky. Countless shining angels of light flew out of the door, lined up in two rows, and out of the middle was an angel of light wearing a golden lotus armor and holding a sword of pure holy light.

Even though I had seen her once, seeing her again this time still stirred up a strong unease in the depths of my soul.

Her face was shrouded in golden light, but I could tell that she was staring at me in the air. The killing intent was undisguised, and at the same time, it was filled with endless anger.

"The light of the light, the daughter of the way of heaven. Xie Lan, was she the one you provoked in the first place? The Wind Lord asked.

"It's her." I said.

"I'm afraid this woman only has a concubine to fight."

"Me too."

"You can't." The Wind Lord shook his head and said.

"Why?" I asked.

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