Chapter 292, Seize the Sword!

There is a stone sword called Zhu Xian, Zhu Xian, Buddha and ghosts;

Harness righteousness all over the Hanhai Sea, shake the charm and spirit!

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Zhu Xian Gu Sword, the sword is out, it is the destruction of heaven and earth! The sword is fixed, that is, the sun and the moon have no light!

Evil Buddha Temple Evil Buddha is not confused?

The thief monk who was unstoppable in the past, and who had desecrated the kindness and loyalty of the world, was just shattered like a piece of paper by the sword light at this moment.

Holy Witch Cult Garohuang?

If it weren't for his natural physique that was a little stronger than ordinary people, I'm afraid that at this moment, he would not be holding his severed right arm and wailing, but would be a ghost in the Maha Hell.

Or is it a Hehuan faction drunk and dependent on each other? Or is it the black heart of the Blood Refining Hall?

No, they couldn't do anything either, they could only watch themselves being swept away by the extremely sharp sword light, and then retreat with serious injuries... Even, even the righteous people in the world who were at war stopped the magic weapon in their hands one after another, and looked at the qiē that happened in front of them in amazement, as if they were in a dream.

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All of this qiē, in the face of absolute power, seems so powerless, so ridiculous!

The scholar of the Lantai Dynasty was still standing cold in the sky, and in his hands, the ancient sword Zhuxian continued to shoot out thousands of desperate aura-those invisible swords that incarnated into tens of millions seemed to be living creatures with their own creatures, and with the meaning of the Tangtai Ming, they automatically avoided the bloody battle of the righteous path of the world, and wiped out all those demons who had just been arrogant! The blood that flew everywhere, the screams of the demon lords before they died, and the sudden surging earth-shattering aura all moved people and made people confused...

For the righteous path of the world, this qiē is simply an indescribable miracle - it is clear that the building is about to collapse a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye. It seems that the sky has eyes, and countless heavenly soldiers and generals have been sent to break the enemy with a snap of their fingers and turn the tide under the command of the master of the Lantai school.

And for the members of the Demon Cult, this is an out-and-out hell... I'm afraid that even in their most outrageous dreams, they would never have expected it. In this world, there are still such terrifying monks, such terrifying magic weapons - no matter where they flee, as long as the stone sword is pointed, countless sword qi will swarm in, killing them accurately and cruelly, no matter how they struggle, as long as they are swept by that sharp gaze once, they will always be terrified. The spirit is depressed.

They came here with great momentum and tried to create a massacre that would destroy the righteousness of the world! But the heavens just played the most malicious joke with them at this time... But the wicked people here today seem to have no one who can escape this desperate pursuit.

Fear, began to creep in...

Just as in the beginning, when the righteous path suddenly encountered a black cloud, when faced with an obstacle that seemed absolutely impossible to overcome, whether it was an ordinary person or a monk, fear would always breed lightly. It even quickly spread to everyone around you. When it really comes time to decide life and death, all they can do is hold their heads and run away. It's just a ghost crying wolf...

The black heart who was far away from the battlefield knelt on one knee, and the bloodthirsty beads that were originally more and more terrifying because of sucking countless blood qi seemed to have completely lost their color at this moment, and just fell quietly on the master's chest, and no longer revealed half of their edge.

With all his strength, he locked on to the man who stood in front of the Heavenly Pavilion as if he was a god, and locked onto the still merciless Immortal Ancient Sword... Even if it is tens of millions of unwillingness, today. But he can only swallow the fruit of defeat. He was indeed defeated... Long-term planning, well-arranged shadows, and even unexpected reinforcements... Even though he had a good place to live, he finally lost to this day, and lost to this powerful treasure...

Just a little bit... Just a little bit. He can make immortal contributions to the Holy Sect, he can become the victor who stands above the Nine Heavens and overlooks all beings, but he will be defeated after all, he will be defeated, he will not achieve anything, and he may even have to take everyone's lives for this... Including himself!

A punch hit the ground, the black heart's eyes were almost bleeding, he was unwilling, unwilling to fail like this, unwilling to lose like this!

"I hate it!!"

The mad demon roared, but the demonic sound that originally shook the heavens and the earth seemed so insignificant in front of the terrifying Zhuxian Sword at this moment...

At this moment, even if it is hate, it is useless, and even if it is hate, no one cares.

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However, in the midst of this slaughter and depression, a person who was obviously close to the master of the Lantai Academy, and who was also the first to be knocked to the ground by the Zhuxian Divine Sword, slowly stood up at this moment under the pressure of that vast and boundless power...

He wasn't like ordinary Demon Cultists who were crushed by the sword light at the touch of the sword, shattering into countless debris, but his figure was also extremely staggering, and it was extremely difficult to straighten up even if he slowly straightened up—even if he was destroyed by the sword light of the Tantai Sect Master in the next second, it wouldn't be surprising at all. Yes, he is so fragile, so worthless to save zài, as if his place itself should be destroyed by the ancient sword of the immortals, this should be the fate he should accept, but that person has always refused to accept it, and even tried in vain to rely on the power of human beings to fight against the gods!

Yes... No, he's not a human - the white hair that flutters in the wind, and the dark black robes speak for himself.

Yes, under the weight of that pressure, under the pressure of such a heavy injury, he straightened up little by little, and then raised his head, with a kind of incomprehensible, almost paranoid eyes, staring closely at the master of the platform in mid-air, staring... The sword in his hand!

That's right, even if he dies, even if he pays a qiē, he must get the Zhuxian Ancient Sword... Because out of remorse for his clansmen, out of guilt that he couldn't "die" at all, he must succeed no matter what! From the day he turned the three thousand green silks into white hair, his path was destined to not allow any failure!

His hand reached into his chest, and he held the tiny blood pod in the palm of his hand... But in the blink of an eye, the crimson light began to spread across the heavens and the earth!

Since Zhu Xian was born, this is the first time that there are other colors of light and might, which can withstand the oppression of that powerful sword momentum and bloom between heaven and earth... At that moment, the scarlet, delicate flower-like color seemed to be a monster across the bottomless abyss, but on the other side of the cliff facing the gods... They are destined to have different paths, but between heaven and earth, they are destined to be equal to each other.

One side is forgiveness, the other side is killing, in a completely different position, with a completely hostile attitude, but they are all the same ruthless, the same powerful.

Different from the bloodthirsty beads, which are rampant in directly taking human essence blood, the blood-colored Xiaoding that was held in Liuying's hands began to continuously absorb the evil qi of heaven and earth from the entire battlefield at the same time as it appeared... It came from killing, it came from being killed, it came from anger, it came from fear, it came from fighting, it also came from the evil aura of fleeing, as if it had received some order, and it began to gather spontaneously in the direction of Liuying, and began to converge in the direction of Fulongding!

That's right, this treasure that originally came from the Wonderful Heavens, from the Demon Clan's Holy Land that had been destroyed, was now blooming with a dazzling light that had never been seen before in the Holy Land that the righteous path was proud of!

Ha!? Is this also providential?

Blood leaked from the corners of his mouth, and his internal injuries were heavy, but even so, Liukage, who was reluctant to stand up on his own, smiled for the first time... For the first time since he climbed this Hanhai Book Mountain, he smiled!

Father! Is this you also looking at the shadows!? Is that what you mean!?

Yes, you who think about Zhong Miaotian and the fox clan every day, how can you not be sad about the demise of Zhong Miaotian?

Therefore, even in the battle of the demons in southern Xinjiang, Fu Longding, who had never listened to the orders and commands of Liuying, finally shined with such dazzling brilliance today. It's just because this is also the wail of thousands of demon beasts when they are dying, and the brilliance of their prayers before they die, only to take revenge on this unfair world, that they finally shine here!

Suddenly, the flowing shadow under the red light of Fulongding broke free from the pressure from the ancient sword and the immortal, and he was extremely arrogant and pointed at the god-like Yutai Ming, with only a look of contempt on his pale face.

Oh, yes... From the day he fell into the devil's path, he had already left these superfluous feelings behind, and he had long since abandoned the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality. So from that day on, he didn't resist the black-clothed Cunzài, and even took the initiative to merge the two into one, so he had this ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and the Flowing Shadow finally became a complete Flowing Shadow!

"What am I afraid of!?"

He looked up to the sky and roared, the people present, not counting those demonic ways who fled in a hurry, even if they were gentlemen who boasted of being righteous and had a clear conscience, how many people could stabilize their bodies under such a spirit?

"What Fear !! I?"

He roared uncontrollably, and the sword qi of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword also hit the blood-red Fulongding barrier more and more intensively, and the buzzing sound was so loud that even the red mang, which seemed to be as steady as Mount Tai, couldn't stand trembling.

And Tan Taiming finally focused all his attention on this demon fox who should have died a long time ago... After pulling out the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, he no longer had the slightest mercy because of his past friendship, and the incomparably powerful stone sword was finally not limited to releasing Dao sword light, but with the movement of the master of the Xuantai Academy, it directly pointed at the flowing shadow in front of him!

In an instant, the sword light of the Immortal was ten times sharper!?

Instead of throwing countless invisible sword qi from the main sword, all of them returned to the original figure... This gave the Demon Cultists who were running for their lives an extra ray of life, but for Liuying, the situation was a little more critical - because the terrifying Zhuxian Sword Deity finally slashed at him head-on!

Whoa!!

Just after the killing machine, the red light curtain finally shattered all over the sky, but then...

Heaven and earth seem to be in a long scroll, and the mountains and houses are like pictures in the blink of an eye, completely turned into ink.

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At this time, Fang held the wrist of the master of the platform silently with one hand! (To be continued......)

PS: Great! I can't help but complain first! The next chapter enters the original plot! Believe it or not, I believe it anyway!