Chapter Thirty-Four: Where My Heart Is Bound, Let Me Be Magical

There are also seven swords in the Crazy Sword Gate, except for the inability to cultivate the killing intent decision, there are six of them, each sword comes with a set of swordsmanship, according to which you can choose how you want, and you are not afraid that there is nothing to learn.

But Han Tianzong came to say at this time: "You want to learn, but Lao Tzu can't!"

"Wow! What kind of sect are you, the Sword Ancestor of the Crazy Sword Sect, don't tell me that you don't know anything except the Killing Intent!" Wu Ming shook his head, really unbelievable.

Even Cang Ming came over with a questioning gaze, "It's really like what he said, I'm afraid I'm hopeless!"

Han Tianzong nodded, and said helplessly: "Yes, I will just kill the intent, what else is Shen Yuan, Absolute Dust, Cutting Steel, and what else have I forgotten, that is the ability of the other seven guys, I really won't! As for why I am the leader, you can just be the big boss of the Crazy Sword Sect, they have a small share......

What Han Tianzong said was true, the Crazy Sword Sect was indeed co-founded by the eight of them, but why did he choose him as the master of the sect, probably as he said, maybe Han Tianzong's abilities were a few points stronger than others.

Wu Ming heard that those sword-wielding elders had disappeared, and it was impossible to teach him at all, and he vaguely remembered that the sword heart technique needed to be transformed into a void realm before it could be cultivated, but the killing intent was not needed, but the conditions were harsh. Think about it, in this way, your future is worrying!

"Oh, I'm really unfortunate that I don't even have a master!"

"Don't worry so much, isn't there still a bunch of books on the Crazy Sword Gate, pick something that interests you and learn to play first, and then I will teach you after I improve the killing intent." Han Tianzong came over and patted Wu Ming on the shoulder and comforted.

Wu Ming was a little disappointed, and said in a low voice: "I had to start from the basics." ”

There was silence for a moment.

The problems that need to be solved must continue to be solved.

"Cangming. Han Tianzong shouted at Cang Ming, stared at him coldly, and said: "The seal of Shen Yuan can only be broken by Yuan Hong himself, but if you take off the demon armor and cultivate my supreme sword dao, you will definitely be reborn and reborn from the fire one day, otherwise, even if you have the Demon Skill against the Heavens, you will never be able to break the seal of Yuan Hong." ”

Cang Ming snorted softly, as if he was disdainful.

Han Tianzong expected him to have such a reaction, he respected as a demon lord, how could he be so easily swayed by people's thoughts.

"Don't forget, what kind of existence Yuanhong is, compared to him, but the difference between Firefly and Haoyue. ”

Of course, Cang Ming had heard the legend of that man.

Yuan Hong, a swordsman who exorcises demons and subdues demons, after the ninth-order transformation of the gods, she could have achieved the god position but chose to demonize, no one knows the reason, at that time, she was already one of the few peak cultivators in the mainland.

The Demon Sealing Sword, Shen Yuan, was forged by Yuan Hong for himself, in order to suppress his magic power.

Cang Ming is the head of the demon race, but his cultivation is far from the height of Yuanhong, and he doesn't even have a god, although he is only one realm, but the difference in strength can be described as the difference between heaven and earth.

No matter what, Cang Ying couldn't break the seal of the abyss on his own.

Even Han Tianzong couldn't do it easily.

"This ......" Cang Ming's voice trembled a little, "Is this Yuanhong's sealing sword that seals itself?"

"Yes, I can't solve it now. Han Tianzong said slowly, "I really want to know why you went to Hanging Heaven Peak to grab the sword, and after being sealed, you took the risk of being cheeky and begging for help, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Cang Ming was silent for a long time, knowing that there was no hope, unless he could find Yuan Hong himself, he was afraid that there would not be so much time for him, and he could already feel that the Shen Yuan Sword was slowly corroding his heavy demon armor.

"It is rumored in our clan that the Fallen Heaven Sword is a divine weapon outside the sky, capable of cutting through the void to reach the Pure Land of another world, I am tired of strife and want to lead my clan away from this continent. ”

Han Tianzong shook his head and replied: "I haven't heard that the Fallen Heaven Sword has this effect, but if someone can take it, it's true that I thank his whole family, and as for your disputes, I don't have the slightest interest." ”

Wu Ming came over at this time and interjected: "Yes, the master of the Hanchuan Sect also said so at the time, but you magnified your move if you didn't agree with each other." ”

Saying this, Cang Ming became angry.

"Who made it so difficult for you people from the Crazy Sword Sect to communicate, and they love to brag and be belligerent, I suspect that you are cultivating explosives, they will blow themselves up at every turn, they are not good at their skills, and their temper is very ruthless!"

"Gotta get it!" Wu said: "Anyway, the matter has come to this, it is important to find a way to go back to Hanging Sky Peak to solve the crisis, how long has it been delayed, people who don't know still think that we are out to travel." ”

"yes, yes. Long Youtian also came over and said, "Brother Tianzong, it's time to go back to Hanging Heaven Peak." ”

"Hmm. Han Tianzong nodded and said to Najia, "That...... The old beggar, open the door and give it away. ”

Najia was too lazy to argue, and read softly: "The heavens and all the worlds, where my heart is related, should descend to my supernatural powers, and the door of the apocalypse will be opened." ”

After reading, a number of cards in Najia's hand flew up in the air, forming a gate in front of everyone.

In Najia's own words, he is a loose man, a wandering poet, a lonely ranger, and his ability to manipulate time and space is unique. Later, because of his addiction to gambling, he lost his family and lost his fortune with Han Tianzong in the nether realm, and he cherished each other and became a difficult brother.

After listening to the incantation, Han Tianzong smiled and said, "This time it's a different reading, it's made up, right?"

"If you want to take care of it, I love to think about it, you plagiarize one and show it to me!" Na Jia replied angrily, "Slow down and don't send it." ”

"Hehe...... Han Tianzong walked into the door with a smile first, "You are still wary of me!"

Wu Ming, Long Youtian, Cang Ming, and Shen Archer were also included.

"Walk you. With a wave of his hand, there was a burst of colorful light in the door, and as the light slowly faded away, the door also faded out of view.

Suddenly, Han Tianzong shouted: "Oops! The old beggar not only recited incantations indiscriminately, but also sent places indiscriminately!"

"Ah!!h

The other four exclaimed.

But it was too late, the door, disappeared.

What catches your eye is the blooming flowers, purple and red.

The sun is twilight on the west mountain, and the lonely shadow stands, accompanied by red leaves.

She seemed to be waiting for something forever, waiting for her in the autumn forest, accompanied only by the red leaves crying all over the mountain, forgetting the change of the seasons.

"It's you. Wu Ming came out and said with a smile, of course he remembered the red leaves. I didn't expect Najia to send them here!

"It's me. Momiji chuckled, and there was always a fragrant floral fragrance in her words.

Not...... I guess according to Cangming's words, it is to drink flower wine and smoke all day long.

Sure enough, Cang Ming laughed at a glance when he saw the red leaves: "I'm afraid that this red envelope girl has drunk fake wine, so she will wait for a ghost to be so intoxicated." ”

Eh, maybe we can discuss the criteria for choosing a mate of the demon race another day.