;

The heavy rain is like a pillar, from the distant Tianxin Galaxy to the mortal world, it seems to use this heavenly water to wipe away the blood of the world!

Lu Xueqi first looked at him nervously, and saw that although he was in disarray, his eyes were shining like he was injured, so he couldn't help but relax and breathe a sigh of relief.

The next moment, her gaze shifted to the murderous blood-colored dragon slashing sword, and there seemed to be a strange light flickering in the depths of her eyes, like a fluttering firefly flying in the night, and said quietly: "Brother Xuan, the method of 'drawing blood into the sword' you used just now," she seemed to be hesitating about something, her lips were pale because of biting hard, and her white clothes were covered with dust, which added a bit of poignant: "But is it the 'blood refining' technique of the Demon Sect?" ”

Long Xuan was stunned and looked at her eyes, where there seemed to be a silent flame, as if there were thousands of words, and a thousand doubts were extinguished in them. He couldn't help patting Lu Xueqi's head and said softly: "What do you think, silly girl, will I be able to look at the Demon Sect's incomplete 'blood refining' secret technique?" ”

He smiled faintly, arrogant and resolute, and quietly explained: "I just awakened the dragon slaying sword spirit with the blood of the candle dragon, as long as I use the power of thunder to wash away the killing nature of the dragon slaying sword spirit with the power of thunder, and return to the roots, then this dragon slaying sword can be truly completed, and both the sword power and the spirituality will be greatly improved!" ”

In fact, it is precisely like this, whether it is the Dragon Slashing Sword or the Qingping Sword, he has been cultivated by the Nine Heavens Sword Yuan for several years, and he has been practicing the Shushan thaumaturgy "Hinayana Multi-Treasure Secret Method" so far, the sword heart has long been clear, and only one opportunity is missing to make the double sword reborn.

Among the twin swords, the dragon slaying is the main kill, and only by killing endlessly and sacrificing it with blood can the sword spirit awaken and return to its place, so Long Xuan generally uses the dragon slaying sword when facing the enemy. It is precisely for this reason that this time he knows that there is a wild candle dragon guarding the "Dragon Bone Thunder Domain", and he still wants to come to have a fight, the reason in addition to confirming the way of the sword, and more importantly, he hopes to use the blood of the candle dragon to complete the transformation and sublimation of the dragon sword!

The strange light in Lu Xueqi's eyes suddenly dissipated, as if there was some pressure on her shoulders that was suddenly relieved, and even her expression softened. Although she didn't understand what the "Sixty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation" was, she didn't ask again, her eyes stared at the blood-colored dragon slayer, and she still had a bit of fear: "Brother Xuan, it's good that you know it in your heart, this sword is fierce and evil, and it is cold and killing, so you should use it sparingly, so as not to affect your Dao heart and kill in vain!" ”

Long Xuan bowed slightly, but he smiled bitterly in his heart: If you say fierce, slaying the dragon is still more than one grade behind his heart sword, thinking that his heart sword sword embryo is originally constructed by heaven and earth, and he carved the formation diagram of the "Eight Fierce Thunder Gang Array" on it, attracting four kinds of absolute evil power into the sword, which can be described as the world's first-class fierce sword, and when it is completed in nine turns, I am afraid that the fierce power will not be inferior to the treasure of Qingyunmen, "Zhuxian Sword"!

It's just that these things involve the secret of his cross-border reincarnation, but they are not enough for outsiders!

………………

A faint morning mist was wafting through the trees, and the crystal dew fluttered gently in the breeze, slowly shaking off, seeping into the desolate and flat soil, "Dang! I don't know where the sound of bells and drums came, melodious and empty, echoing in the sky, as if the eternal years were stagnant here, quiet and contemplative, as if there were many heroic war spirits buried here!

A white-haired old man holding a scepter and wearing a strange sacrificial robe walked quietly in this forest, occasionally meeting some young men and women who practiced martial arts in the forest, they would salute with both hands, respectfully greet the old man, and call him "Great Patriarch"! The old man smiled and saluted them one by one, and kept walking, passing through the narrow forest path to a majestic temple!

This hall is made of heavenly palace jade, crystal clear, immortal rhyme, majestic shore, magnificent. Eighty-one huge blue jade pillars in front of the hall rose to the sky, like a divine sword with an upside-down handle.

In the open space in front of the main hall stands an extremely wide altar, and the lower part hangs the decoration made of the bones and sharp teeth of countless fierce beasts, and countless desolate blood-colored lines extend on the altar, painting mysterious runes and totems, and the corners can be seen everywhere The traces of being sharpened by the years can be seen, endless slaughter, as if there is something fierce in the underworld roaring in the sky!

The old man's face gradually became solemn, he straightened his clothes, stood silently, bowed respectfully to the altar three times, took a deep breath, and then turned around again and walked towards the main entrance of the hall.

The wide Yin Feng stone steps appeared at his feet, and by the door of the hall, a fox-eared girl dressed in purple was dozing off, and suddenly heard the sound of condensed footsteps and couldn't help but be taken aback! Although the Heroic Soul Temple has stood in the Shennong Temple of the Holy City for millions of years, and the incense is endless, except for the annual sacrifices held by the six tribes of the Divine Descent every year, it is usually extremely deserted, and few people come!

The old man stood in steps, staring at the light smoke wafting out of the deep darkness of the Valhalla, smiled kindly at the girl, and said quietly: "Shantong, is that old guy from Zuo Shi still staying inside?" The girl was stunned, and finally came back to her senses, her delicate little face turned red, and she said hesitantly: "Returning to the great patriarch, Grandpa Zuo is now worshipping the ancestors of the six clans in the ancestral hall!" She opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything, and she looked a little coquettish!

The old man has been in charge of the six clans of the Divine Descent for more than a thousand years, and he has so much experience, he can see through Zhishantong's mind at a glance, shake his head indifferently, and scolded with a smile: "Okay, little girl, the old man won't tell the old ghost of Zuo Shi, next time you don't doze off while on duty!" After that, without further words, he walked up the stone steps and walked towards the Valhalla!

"Thank you, Patriarch, Shan Tong knows it's wrong!" Zhishan Tong stuck out his tongue, smiled brightly, and said happily.

The old man shook his head, as the footsteps slowly rose and fell, the expression on his face seemed to be slowly changing, becoming solemn and solemn, he took a deep breath, like a pilgrim worshipping the gods, and gently pushed open the wooden door of the ancestral hall!

"Ziga Zi Ka!" The desolate and old wooden door spreads out to both sides, like mountains and seas, like a thorny candlelight reflecting a deeper darkness, engulfing his withered figure, the ancestral hall is very quiet, only the incense candles and sandalwood smoke that are flickering in the air are lit, like the mysterious eyes of the dead souls, recovering through the faith and willingness of the worshippers, quietly gazing at the world!

The old man continued to walk forward, the sound of staggering footsteps broke the silence here, and the heroic soul of the six clans of the gods who had conquered the heavens and the world for thousands of years turned into a piece of vicissitudes of vicissitudes and majestic holy monuments, like the majestic momentum of mountains and mountains, like the ancient dragon roaring for nine days, and the coercion from the soul acted directly on the old man's heart.

This ancestral hall is quite large, but there is a lingering inexplicable sense of coldness lingering, like a ghost wandering through the netherworld, which makes people feel cold. A desolate and rickety figure, sitting silently in the cluster of candles, facing the monuments in front of him, as if meditating, as if in silence!

"Shuo Zhigui, this year is not the annual festival of the Holy Family, what are you doing at the Ancestral Hall?" The old man Zuo Shi who was sitting cross-legged slowly raised his head, his black and white eyes looked at Shuo Zhigui who stepped in, and slowly stood up, his withered body faintly exuded a mysterious power that stagnated time and imprisoned space, galloping through the four dimensions of Tianyu!

"It's been a long time, Master Zuo, you seem to be a little older!" Shuo Zhigui smiled, Zuo Shi didn't regard him as a god patriarch, and he didn't show the prestige of the patriarch in front of Zuo Shi. The two figures, one standing and one sitting, are like old friends who have been reunited for a long time, discussing the passionate years that once laughed at the world!

"Really?" In the flickering candle flames, I couldn't see Zuo Shi's face clearly, and I could only vaguely see deep wrinkles: "Emperor Chen's bloodline has decayed to this point, and the old man is to blame for his death, what is there to be strange about the old man?" With the voice of Zuo Shi's words, two cold halos of cold light like netherworld karmic fire suddenly rose on his side, and the invisible sound of the dragon's roar turned into strange ripples, sweeping through the entire hall, and all the sandalwood candles lit up instantly.

"If you just come to talk nonsense to me, just go out, the old man doesn't have the heart to go out of the mountain to help you clean up the mess!" I don't know how long it took, Zuo Shi's strange eyes slowly closed, and his fierce and majestic momentum instantly converged, he sighed slightly, with indescribable vicissitudes of life, and said lightly: "Emperor Chen, the Divine Descent, has already existed in name only, and in the future, major events in the clan, you and the other elders of the five clans have decided, you don't need to come to the old man!" ”

He stood up slowly, most of his face was hidden in the darkness, dragged his heavy steps, walked to the altar, took a brand new sandalwood candle from the incense table, and raised two dim yellow flames from his fingertips, lit it, and replaced the other flame that was about to burn out next to him!

Shuo Zhigui shook his head slightly, the expression on his face became more and more complex and complex, there was grief and indignation, guilt, and pain.

He sighed lightly, still took a step, slowly came behind Zuo Shi, and suddenly said: "This time, I just want to inform you of a news," he paused, and suddenly there was a little emotion in his voice, and said: "A few days ago, Shaozun used Emperor Chen's secret method to ban a wisp of information, broke through the boundary, and passed it into the Founding Dragon Palace!" ”

"What did you say?" Zuo Shi's face suddenly became fierce, a majestic momentum that swept the world and swept everything suddenly rose to the sky, and the old face looked directly at Shuo Zhigui, and his eyes were strange, like a bright demon fire in full bloom: "Shaozun, Shaozun, he is really alive!" ”

"Whoa!" A soft sound came from his hand, it was the replaced sandalwood candle, which was instantly crushed and deformed by the huge force, and the hot candle oil fell on his thin arm, gradually solidifying, but he didn't know, just stared at Shuo Zhigui so quietly.

Shuo Zhigui bowed slightly, and said solemnly: "Yes, this matter has been confirmed, when Dazun led the tribes of the six clans to conquer the Shura realm, although he was ambushed from ten sides and suffered heavy injuries, he still sent Shaozun out with the secret method of time and space, and put it on the land of Shenzhou, Shaozun has been cultivating for hundreds of years, so he has enough mana to communicate across borders!" ”

"Very good, very good, hahahaha! The Holy Venerable is above, and I will not die as Emperor Chen! Zuo Shi's face seemed to be rejuvenated, the sour and painful expression was gone, and it was replaced by a sense of pride, where was there still the slightest desolate and rickety appearance, and he laughed out loud: "The old man will go to Shenzhou to protect the young man!" ”

"You come back to me!" Shuo Zhigui's face changed, he pulled the hem of Zuo Shi's clothes, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be impulsive, don't spoil Shaozun's big thing, now he is planning a big plan, if he can succeed, my God Clan's Holy City will also be completely liberated and return to Shenzhou!" Listen to me......"

The two old men glanced at each other, found two futons not far away and sat down, and began to discuss quietly!