"But as far as I know, the ancestor of the year once got this mad demon heart sutra, but he didn't cultivate, but created his own Tianxuan Treasure Book to sweep the Quartet, which created the glory of our Yanxia Villa back then, when the demon scripture was in the hands of the ancestor, the ancestor didn't cultivate, how could it be carefully arranged, hunt the mad demon, and achieve the mad demon?!"

Chu Yang lowered his brows, and when he heard that the dragon was counting down his own ancestor, he couldn't help but retort. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hearing Chu Yang's rebuttal, the golden dragon hovering beside Chu Yang and spinning on the pan mirror sneered disdainfully and said, "Hey...... Boy, what kind of good thing is your ancestor? This Mo Ziyang, the method of hunting mad demons that he knows is not passed down from your ancestor. ”

"What, you said that this Qingxuanmen master's method of hunting mad demons was learned from the ancestor, is this unlikely?"

Chu Yang was stunned, hearing so many secrets at once, he always felt that his brain was a little insufficient, he frowned, subconsciously, he was never able to attribute his ancestor to the murderous generation of the mad demon hunter.

"How is it impossible? As far as I know, you have also cultivated the remnants of the Heavenly Xuanmen Technique, right? Presumably you should feel that this Qingxuanmen Ancestor, the Qingxuandao Decisive in your body, right? The reason why this Qingxuanmen Ancestor has been dead for so many years and still has spiritual wisdom is all because of this law. ”

"What? You say yes, the reason why this ancestor of Qingxuanmen has been dead for so many years, and he still has spiritual wisdom, is all because of the Qingxuandao Decision?!" Chu Yang's body stiffened slightly when he heard this, and his heart turned upside down, and at this moment, he felt that there was a shocking conspiracy, which was slowly unveiling and revealing in front of him.

"Evil dragon, what the hell is going on? How can the ancestor's self-created sword duel make people immortal?" Chu Yang's steps were swift, and he lowered his brows in surprise, and asked in a low voice to the dragon in the pan mantis mirror spinning beside him.

The dragon sneered, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he squirmed slightly, squinting slightly, squinting at the man in the bronze tube, his voice was hoarse and said: "For a long time, I have doubts about your ancestor, the self-created Tianxuan Sword Technique, it stands to reason that no matter how much your ancestor lives again, but it is impossible for a mortal body to create a strange book with only twenty-five or six!"

"You know, over the years, there are only a few strange books in the corner of the sky, each of these strange books is a great talent in the history of the human domain, and it took a lifetime to create, and your ancestor, that guy Yunwu, even if he was born from his mother's womb, it is impossible to overthrow those ancient and modern Tianjiao with just more than 20 years, and if he is really an earth-shattering talent, it will be created in more than 20 years, and the strange books and swords of the ancient and modern will be created, but this kind of person, how can he live forever, right? Even if you can't live forever, you can live for thousands of years, right? But your ancestor, Yunwu kid, how long has he lived, fifty years, and he has only lived for fifty years, and he has only lived for fifty years, and he is not even as good as the lifespan of an ordinary person, kid, don't you doubt it?"

"This ...... This matter is indeed very puzzling, after all, the life span of the ancestor was too short, but later there were warlocks, presumably because the ancestor was too talented and jealous, and he died young. ”

Chu Yang frowned, after the death of the ancestor, many elders in the villa were also frightened, after all, such a master, only lived for fifty years, it was really a little too unreasonable, later, there was a warlock who said that the ancestor was too demonic, and he was jealous of the sky, so he died young, and so far the matter of the ancestor's short life was calmed down.

Now that he is mentioned by the dragon again, Chu Yang always has a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart, and he always feels that things are far from being as simple as imagined.

"Jealous talent, funny! Ridiculous! Boy, unfold your godhood, you go and look at Mo Ziyang behind you, and tell me what you see. Long Bo was furious and said with a sneer.

"This ......"

When Chu Yang heard this, he hesitated slightly, and according to the words of the dragon, he slowly started the knife heart in his body, and with the operation of the knife heart, Chu Yang slowly unfolded the second state of the knife heart!

Shendu!", this state of state refers to deliberately letting the knife heart imitate the frequency of an object to synchronize the operating frequency of the knife heart with the god, so that the knife heart can become a part of others or other things in a false way, so that it is more convenient and sensitive to snoop, but this kind of divine degree is extremely difficult to control, and it must be highly concentrated in mental power, and it is difficult to enter this state if there is a slight mistake, and with Chu Yang's current ability, the state of Shendu can only stay for seven breaths at most.

After Chu Yang entered the state of godhood, the picture reflected in his heart made him feel very collapsed, it turned out to be a piece of dead air! This dead air is the origin, that is to say, Mo Ziyang, the ancestor of Qingxuanmen in the bronze giant coffin behind him, is indeed dead, but the question is, he is obviously dead, why is he still chasing himself as if he is sanity.

This made Chu Yanghu hesitate, when he was puzzled, suddenly the knife heart in his body suddenly shook, this is resonance, when the godhood of the knife heart reaches the limit, this ** vibration will appear, it is difficult to appear in ordinary times, under the resonance, Chu Yang's eyes suddenly became a little clearer.

In his eyes, he faintly saw that there were two golden knives flickering, with the help of the resonance of the sword heart in the state of Shendu, everything around him became clearer in Chu Yang's eyes, at this time, the time had passed five breaths, and there were about two breaths left, and he would be withdrawn from the Shendu.

Knowing that there was not much time left, Chu Yang hurriedly spied into the past, and looked at Mo Ziyang, the ancestor of Qingxuanmen, in the bronze giant coffin behind him, and suddenly in his eyes, the endless dead air changed slightly, and an old man appeared in the dead air, this old man looked only the size of a dwarf, he only had one leg, one hand held a dragon snake-shaped crutch as a support, and one leg stood on top of a huge book, this old man was depicted in the coffin painting on the bronze coffin just now, and the spirit in the Heart Sutra of the Crazy Demon in his body。

"What's going on? What kind of spirit is in his body?Is he also a madman?!"

Chu Yang was terrified, his entire complexion changed sharply, and at this time, suddenly in the sea of his body, the simple and thick Mad Demon Heart Sutra, which sealed the twenty-four sword souls, suddenly began to tremble, and the whole book suddenly began to flip.

The pages of the book tumbled, and among the pages I saw, there were black soul shadows in an unwilling dispute, these sword souls were the ones that had been sealed by him before, and the twenty-four sword souls in his aperture were still the twenty-four sword souls in his body, and after they were sealed, they sent out such a riot.

"My knife can cut the sun, moon and galaxy with one sword!"

"My knife, the mountains and seas are easy, and the heavens and the earth can move!"

"My knife, slaughter all the gods and Buddhas in one sword!"

In the silent cave, Chu Yang's face turned pale, and his whole body continued to twitch as if he was spasmodic. Inside his body, a pitch-black soul shadow slowly emerged, it was a child, his voice was immature, but his tone was full of coldness and arrogance.

"Boy, I told you not to cultivate this kind of Fa decision, you didn't listen, now it's okay! Your path has officially opened, this is a crazy demon road from the ancient times to the present, only one person preaches the Tao, you are just an ant, you want to seal us and others, it's ridiculous, kid, on this road, you are a skeleton after all. ”

The child's figure flashed away, and in Chu Yang's body, another old man with gray sideburns appeared, the old man's earlobe was hung with copper-green earrings, which looked extremely evil, he wrapped his arms, sneered, and the dark and thin soul shadow swayed like a candle flame in the wind.

"Is this the path you have chosen? a path that is destined to be someone else's wedding dress. ”

This time it was a child who spoke, he was the same sword soul in Chu Yang's body that slashed through Wanzhong Mountain with a knife last time on the dead end, he was not very old, about eleven or twelve years old, but the cold aura exuded from his body was as terrifying as a messenger of hell.

"My way, how to go is my business, all I want is to live, even if I survive, but I still have to live, because there are many people, in order to keep me alive, like a mad dog, foraging for me everywhere, I don't want to live up to them, so I have to live well no matter what, ah~"

Chu Yang's whole facial features began to distort, and he roared in pain, his voice full of poignant. His hands kept patting his head, and he had a splitting headache, and at this moment he felt as if his soul was about to be torn apart, and the pain was like countless parasites eating away at his heart little by little.

When he was suffering the pain of the sword soul raging, he was angry, and suddenly, he seemed to have found something in his eyes, at this time, he suddenly found that the spirit of the Failure Sutra in the body of the Qingxuanmen Ancestor was different from the one he saw when he cultivated the Demon Sutra before, the one he saw before, although he was late and old, but the spirit of the Failure Sutra in the body of the Qingxuanmen Ancestor in front of him was empty, like a soulless puppet.

So it is so, the spirit in the Book of Failure within him is in the image, but God is different. ”

After Chu Yang spied on the clues of the spirit in the Sutra of Failure in the body of the ancestor of Qingxuanmen, the time of Shendu arrived in an instant, and the next moment his eyes returned to normal, he gritted his teeth, and felt the twenty-four sword souls in the dantian in his body, the chaotic power, the steps under his feet suddenly stopped, glanced at the bronze giant coffin behind him, and groaned, holding the demon knife in his hand, he started to open the mountain knife method, and took the traction method of canal irrigation, and pulled out the power of the twenty-four knife souls in the dantian because of his unstable mentality, and gathered on the demon knife。

"Buzz ......"

Feeling the powerful power of the twenty-four sword souls in Chu Yang's body, the demon knife in Chu Yang's hand couldn't help but let out a soft roar, the Qingxuanmen Ancestor in the bronze giant coffin seemed to feel the danger, and condensed the yellow corpse water all over his body, and those yellow corpse water were like monstrous waves, instantly submerging the entire narrow cave, like Chu Yang impacting over.

Chu Yang was silent, silent, when those yellow corpses were about to arrive in front of him, he swung out a knife, and the sword swung out the brilliant heaven and earth, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the endless yellow corpse water was cut off in an instant, and the sword power was pervasive and raging for thousands of miles, under the huge sword power, the entire mountain range where the corpse cave was located shook suddenly, as for the corpse cave in front of him, it was simply split by Chu Yang from the middle.

"Sure enough, it is the most powerful sword soul knife method in heaven and earth, and the power of this sword is as strong as a fight! It is not an exaggeration to say that it destroys the heavens and the earth. "Last time, when the sword soul in Chu Yang's body unfolded the mountain knife, the dragon happened to be asleep, and he didn't see the terrible scene of the knife splitting the Ten Thousand Mountains, and now when he saw Chu Yang unfold the mountain knife, it couldn't help but praise it on the side.

Hearing this, Chu Yang outlined a trace of arc at the corner of his mouth, he has always been very confident in his mountain opening knife, not to mention that the knife in front of him also skillfully used the power of the twenty-four sword souls.

"Boy, you're very smart, I only used this knife technique once, and you were able to learn it, but this heat is really a little too bad, and it insults my prestige. ”

In the dantian, standing among the books, like a young man with the only arc between heaven and earth, when he heard the words of the dragon, he couldn't help but sneer, wrapped his arms, and said indifferently.

Hearing the young man's words, the smile on the corner of Chu Yang's mouth suddenly stiffened, although the young man's tone was a little arrogant, but Chu Yang also clearly knew that the young man had this arrogant capital, compared to his knife, his own knife was like a child's juggling.

After that knife, a little dust dissipated, and in the collapsed corpse cave, suddenly a corpse with a broken arm slowly emerged, this corpse was Mo Ziyang, the ancestor of Qingxuanmen who was lying in the bronze coffin before, although Mo Ziyang at this time was under that knife, the corpse was not broken, but it was also very embarrassed, and the spirit in the Sutra of Failure in his body was even more faint from time to time, and it seemed that this knife made the Qingxuanmen ancestor not lightly injured.

"Quick, Shroud! Hold on, his body!"

The dragon that was hovering in Chu Yang's ears suddenly opened his mouth and reminded Chu Yang.

When Chu Yang heard this, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and the "...... of the Shroud" instantly sacrificed a beige shroud, which exuded the smell of rotting flesh, and the blood cloth swirled, and a huge cloud of yellow corpse water covered the Qingxuanmen Ancestor. (To be continued.) )