The second thing that Bian Qing promised to the Mirage Emperor was an almost ethereal dream.

Don't say that Bian Qing is recognized as a bloodline waste among the strong people in the mainland. His cultivation is only the first order of the Yuan Martial Monarch Realm at this moment, with such a low level of cultivation, if he wants to grow into the Martial Dao Supreme of the Tian Yuan Continent, he must at least reach the rank of the powerhouse of the Yuan Martial Monarch Realm.

From the Yuan Martial Master to the Yuan Martial King Realm, the promotion growth depends on the talent bloodline. And after cultivating in the realm of Yuanwu King, it was compared to luck.

The powerhouses of the Yuanwu Emperor Realm, which one did not come from the bloody rain and bloody wind, and which one did not have great luck and profound blessings, but at least they had practiced for decades.

If you want to go further above the realm of Yuanwu Emperor, it will be a hundred years in a short period or a thousand years in a long time, and where is it a matter of urgency.

Bian Qing was quite contemptuous of the requirements of the Mirage Emperor, and always felt that the Mirage Emperor was seriously injured and unconscious, so he talked some nonsense, and then decided that Bian Qing was the supreme master who would guard the misty jungle in the future.

However, the first thing to do was to deal with the strange scimitar that contained evil demons, and Bian Qing felt that he really had to do it.

Come to the edge of the scimitar. Bian Qing finally had the opportunity to take a closer look at it, this scimitar has a unique shape, saying that it is a scimitar with a handle, but there is no handle at all, the jet-black blade has no blade, and the whole body is engraved with a unique pattern of retro monsters.

The strangest thing is the curvature of this scimitar, which is thick in the middle and pointed at both ends, and from a distance, it looks more like a crescent moon.

"What the hell is this? It doesn't seem to be a thing from the Tian Yuan Continent. ”

Bian Qing felt strange in his heart and secretly speculated.

"I can't take care of it! Even if it's a treasure of the divine realm, this thing is full of evil, so I'd better get rid of it quickly. Although the monster in this knife is dead, after a long time, it will inevitably be strange again!"

Bian Qing vaguely felt a sense of rejection of this scimitar, but every time his demon body approached the scimitar, he couldn't help but feel restless and excited.

The more abnormal the demon's reaction became, the more Bian Qing's disgust for this scimitar grew, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of appropriating this thing at the last moment.

Bian Qing didn't dare to touch this evil thing with his hands, thought about it, took local materials, cut out a blood-colored boulder on the ground with the Geshu sword, carved it into the shape of a stone box, and used the Geshu sword to pick it into the stone box.

After disposing of it, Bian Qing picked up the stone box and ran the Geshu Demon Yuan Technique, and even the Sea Soul Technique, all of which were carefully and slowly operated with the power of will.

After all the defenses were used, he jumped into the blood pool again, and fell to the bottom of the blood pool by the weight of the stone box.

The pool of blood was unusually quiet, and since the scimitar shot out of it, it had turned into a pool of stagnant water, and in addition to the extremely fishy smell, it seemed to have lost its previous adsorption power.

Bian Qing was already a martial artist in the Yuanwu Jun realm, and it was not difficult to hold his breath and persist underwater for several hours.

The dead blood pool, the resistance is also much smaller, Bian Qing is under the traction of the stone box, constantly sinking, roughly calculated, in less than a quarter of an hour, he has sunk a thousand zhang distance.

Bian Qing smacked his tongue in his heart, he really didn't expect that this small blood pool of hundreds of zhang would have such depth. If this blood pool is full of flesh and blood of primordial beasts and demonic beasts, in such a deep pool, I don't know how many living beings have turned into it, and the fear of this evil scimitar can't help but be a little heavier.

Nearly half an hour, Bian Qing finally felt the bottom of the pool.

Falling from top to bottom at the bottom of the pool, although Bian Qing couldn't see, he relied on the power of his extraordinary divine sense to roughly distinguish the surroundings clearly.

This blood pool, which is thousands of zhang deep and hundreds of zhang square, is actually a deep hole that goes straight up and down, and the surface of the pool wall is smooth and abnormal, and I don't know how it was formed.

When he came to the bottom of the pool, Bian Qing sensed another cave several zhang deep and several feet square, located in the center of the bottom of the pool.

Secretly distinguished, Bian Qing knew it in his heart. This scimitar should be dormant here, I don't know how much flesh and blood essence it has absorbed, as well as the soul spirit, and finally be able to break through the shackles and fly out from the bottom of the pool.

Bian Qing was about to throw the stone box into the cave in the center of the bottom of the pool. Suddenly I was vigilant, and I thought to myself, as if no, this guy is in the center, what if there is still any residual power, what if he borrows this blood pool again? I have to change the place for it.

Bian Qing took out the Geshu sword, casually at the bottom of the blood pool, and began to dig desperately, although the pressure at the bottom of the pool was huge, but Bian Qing's physical strength was amazing, but he was also at ease, and after a while, he was still at the bottom of the blood pool in the horizontal direction, digging out a simple cave several zhang deep and how high it was.

Bian Qing held the stone box and walked towards this simple cave, and was about to put it in, when suddenly a grim sneer sounded in his ears.

The laughter was extremely low, almost imperceptible, however, Bian Qing's ears were amazing, but he still clearly sensed the source of the laughter, this laughter actually came from the stone box in his hand, and the voice was extremely familiar, if it wasn't the evil spirit that forced the Mirage Emperor to death, who could it be?!

"Oh no, this guy isn't dead yet!?"

Bian Qing's scalp was numb, his soul was scattered, and he threw the stone box into the cave in front of him, and immediately desperately floated towards the surface of the pool.

After the laughter, the calm blood pool became active again in an instant, this time, the fluctuation of the blood pool was even more violent, and the entire surface of the pool water formed a big whirlpool in the blink of an eye, and a powerful suction force rushed down from the surface of the pool water, just hitting Bian Qing, who had floated a hundred zhang away.

Bian Qing didn't even have time to snort, and passed out directly.

......

After Bian Qing fell into a coma, his body was still in the center of the whirlpool, and the blood in the blood pool continued to rotate and condense, and the water level continued to fall.

I don't know how much time passed, and all the blood in the entire blood pool was sucked into the stone box containing the scimitar.

At the moment when the last drop of blood water entered the stone box, with a bang, the stone box shattered into a ball of powder, and in the blood-colored powder, the evil scimitar slowly rose and came to Bian Qing, who was lying on his back at the bottom of the pool.

"Hehe, I actually have the knowledge of the sea, and I also practiced that exercise. Since it is you who have ruined the deity's plan, it means that you and I are destined. Whether the deity can be reborn and wake up depends only on your luck and chance!"

The voice inside the knife murmured, and the blade suddenly shot out a cloud of black smoke, which enveloped Bian Qingtuan, and even his demon body trembled in front of the smoke, obviously extremely afraid.

The smoke continued to squeeze into his body from all the points of Bian Qing's body, even every pore, but did not enter other parts of his body, but directly entered his brain.

The scimitar seemed to have expended a lot of strength because it entered Bian Qing's brain, and it didn't even make a sound, and it fell straight into the center of Zhihai.

Bian Qing's sea of knowledge rolled for a while, as if he wanted to repel the scimitar from entering, but he didn't have the strength to squeeze it out of the sea of knowledge, so he could only let it sink to the bottom of the sea of knowledge, and there was no breath from then on.

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The Misty Mountains and the Misty Jungle, since the Mirage Emperor's earth-shattering roar, the rolling dark clouds quickly dispersed, and the heavens and the earth returned to their former peace, if there is any difference, it is the mist of the Misty Mountains, although it can still isolate the divine sense, but it can only restrict the cultivation of the Yuanwu King Realm to the martial arts, and it has no effect on the strong people of the Yuanwu Emperor Realm.

The elders and disciples of the Tianyuan Dao Sect who were guarding the surrounding Misty Mountain Range finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Misty Jungle, there will be no Mirage Dragon Emperor again! I declare in the name of the Tianyuan Dao Sect that within three years, no force will be allowed to organize to enter the Misty Mountain Range for trials, and free martial artists will only be allowed to enter those who have cultivated below the Yuanwu Monarch Realm. Anyone who violates this order will be regarded as an enemy and will not die!"

The handsome middle-aged sect master who had just arrived, sighed and announced his decision to the elders and disciples present.

The Tian Yuan Dao Sect withdrew its surveillance of the Misty Mountain Range, but it didn't notice at all that somewhere deep underground, a shocking change was taking place.

Fortunately, there is only one victim at the moment, Bian Qing, and even Bian Qing, who is in a coma, doesn't know that the evil scimitar has penetrated deep into his sea of consciousness. (To be continued.) )