In the north of Zhongzhou, the ancient battlefield, Even when the situation in Zhongzhou is the most sensitive, there are still crowds here, because the ancient battlefield is a huge treasure.

How many resources are involved in a big war?

Immortal cultivators, immortal cultivators' storage bags, all kinds of war materials, including huge logistics, and even the war is protracted, and there are rewards in the middle, these actions have to be piled up with resources.

Nowadays, most of these resources are buried in the ground, and some people have even dug them to a depth of thousands of meters, and there are still traces of the activities of immortal cultivators.

Therefore, for the scattered cultivators, they don't care how Zhongzhou fights, they just want to get resources and improve their cultivation, that's all.

The ancient battlefield is also a legendary place, because people here often dig up treasures, not only Jiang Cheng dug up the Nine Aperture Gathering Spirit Stones, but also something more noble than this, every legend has inspired countless scattered cultivators to come one after another.

It's just that these scattered cultivators don't know that under the ancient battlefield at this time, there is a terrifying demon hiding here, Wei Jian of Tianlan Sect in Tiannan Prefecture, who has been hiding here for a long time.

In the most complicated place of the ancient battlefield, the aura was extremely chaotic, and various aura such as yin qi and resentment were mixed, and Wei Jian relied on these aura to suppress the demonic qi.

Or this is the practice of drinking doves to quench thirst, because these breaths and demonic qi belong to the same dark breath, and they are the same source of breath, and the demonic source on Wei Jian's body has been devouring these breaths and strengthening himself, which makes the breath quiet.

"It's getting harder and harder to control, what should I do?"

In an underground cave, Wei Jian opened his eyes and sighed in his heart, the magic sword on his body was getting more and more active, constantly encouraging him to kill, he was about to lose control.

He lifted his coat, and there were dozens of treasures that stabilized his mind, and these treasures kept him awake, but now the effect was getting worse and worse, because his demon source was getting stronger and stronger.

Wei Jian was very worried, he was afraid that he would lose his mind and eventually become a monster demon who only knew how to kill.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of affecting his master, Heavenly Dao Ancestor, if he was a victim, the Immortal Cultivation Realm would definitely not let go of the Tianlan Sect, and his master, Heavenly Dao Ancestor, would not be able to escape the blame.

He and the Heavenly Sword Ancestor are like father and son, and the relationship is extremely deep, and he really doesn't want to involve the Heavenly Sword Ancestor.

"Perhaps, I can cut myself off"

Wei Jian had thoughts of suicide in his heart again, if he died and the magic sword lost its host, it would not be able to harm the immortal cultivation realm, maybe it could solve this problem.

"Ding..."

As soon as this thought appeared, the magic sword shook violently, as if in protest.

"Brute"

Wei Jian scolded the magic sword, he didn't like the magic sword, the magic sword forcibly recognized him as the main back then, but later he learned that this was not a recognition of the master, but a contract, and the magic sword was not subservient to him, and had a strong sense of autonomy.

Even Wei Jian felt that the magic sword was his master, he was just a sword servant, and this feeling was getting stronger and stronger now.

"Boom"

Wei Jian felt more and more that his suicide could solve the problem, and finally he acted, took out a flying sword, and stabbed at himself, but the next moment, the magic sword took the initiative to cut off the flying sword.

"You..."

Wei Jian was furious, controlling the magic sword, and wanted to kill himself, but the magic sword was unmoved, he couldn't control it, which made him extremely suspicious.

"It's impossible for the magic sword to make its contractor commit suicide, don't waste your efforts"

"Who"

At this moment, a voice appeared, Wei Jian was shocked, burst into applause, and then saw a person walking in the dark, wearing a black robe and a mask, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"You don't know me anymore?"

"Who are you?"

"Two hundred years ago, in the extreme north of Zhongzhou, the top of the snow-capped mountains"

"It's you..."

Wei Jian exclaimed, he remembered, this person was the one who gave him the magic sword.

Two hundred years ago, he broke through the True Monarch and traveled abroad, and heard in Zhongzhou that north of Zhongzhou, there is an ice continent, which is also extremely vast, but it is rarely inhabited, and there are huge demon harbors.

At that time, Wei Jianzhi was full of pride, and he was already a true monarch cultivator at a young age, so he explored the extreme north, and he met a true monarch friend in the extreme north, and the two explored together.

In the end, in the far north, an ancient cave was discovered, and in the cave they found the treasures of the ancient monks, and the two did not contradict each other, but happily divided them, and the magic sword was one of them, and later Wei Jian found that this magic sword seemed to be given to him by this person.

"It's me"

"You made me like this"

"Brother Wei Jian said that he laughed, when did I hurt you?"

"Didn't you trick me into going to the Far North?"

"Not really, we just met by chance on the road"

"What about this magic sword?"

"There is only one magic sword, I recognize the clue in it, I didn't ask for it, you didn't see it, you asked for it, this is also my fault?"

"You..."

Wei Jian was half angry to death, which means that he has no ability, so something happened?

"What do you want to do today?"

"I'm here to help you solve your problems, aren't you afraid of this magic sword, why don't you leave it to me?"

"I'll leave it to you, what do you want to do with the magic sword?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Of course it's true?"

"The truth is, this magic sword has three layers of seals, and now it has worn out two layers, and I want to open the third layer"

"What, you, you..."

Wei Jian was extremely shocked, how did he know that the magic sword had three layers of seals?

When he got this magic sword, it was just a superb spiritual weapon, and it was precisely because of this that he looked away and didn't find it, so he accepted the magic sword.

After the magic sword recognized the master and reached a contract with him, the first layer of seals was opened, and the magic sword of the best spiritual weapon became a low-grade dao weapon, and the demonic energy soared.

And a hundred years ago, he inadvertently discovered the Lost Land, slashed millions of mortals with a single sword, broke the second layer of seals, and the magic sword became a high-grade Dao weapon.

In the past hundred years, Wei Jian has tried his best to suppress it, but the magic sword is still wearing down the third layer of seals, but the third layer of seals is extremely powerful, and a hundred years have passed, and the magic sword has not succeeded.

But the point is how this person would know, at this moment, Wei Jian thought a lot, and he even felt that the trip two hundred years ago was a trap laid by this person.

Thinking of this, Wei Jian suddenly felt remorseful, if it weren't for this person, he wouldn't be like this, he was still the pride of the Tianlan Sect, maybe he didn't break through the power, but he was also an upright immortal cultivator.

"Kill"

Angry from the heart, Wei Jian couldn't bear it anymore, and directly drew his sword and slashed at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man was unhurried, and a purple gold bowl appeared on his head, and ten thousand breaths hung down, blocking the power of the magic sword.

"Superior Dao Device?"

"yes, I still have it."

The black-robed man suddenly laughed, and then a treasure seal fell from the sky and blasted towards Wei Jian, Wei Jian was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly waved his sword to resist, and the breath of the two of them fighting each other collapsed all around, and the next moment, both of them flew out of the ground and came to the ground.

"Got a formation?"

"Yes, to prevent you from escaping, so set up a formation"

"Then I'll kill you"

Wei Jian instantly let go of all resistance to the magic sword, his eyes became dark and terrifying, and the momentum of his body was rising steadily, extremely powerful, I am afraid that within the power, no one is his opponent.

"Kill"

Wei Jian's voice changed, and it became a lot of vicissitudes, and the huge demonic qi wrapped in the sword qi and slashed towards the black-robed man.

The treasure seal of the black-robed man kept falling, and he actually beat Wei Jian to retreat, Wei Jian felt bitter in his heart, this black-robed man turned out to be the realm of Tianzun.

Wei Jian had already used all his strength, but he was still not an opponent, and after more than a hundred rounds of fighting, the black-robed man suddenly sacrificed a net-like dao weapon, and instantly captured Wei Jian alive.

However, the magic sword did not fall into the hands of the black-robed man, and it was still attacking the black-robed man frantically, until the black-robed man took out something, and the magic sword suddenly became quiet.

"What is this, and why is there such a powerful resentment?"

Wei Jian said in horror, the black-robed man had a black clay pot in his hand, but he was exuding a powerful resentment.

"The devil is born from the heart, this is the resentment of thousands of people, and it is the best way to attack the seal of the magic sword"

"No, you can't..."

Wei Jian shouted in horror, but the black-robed man had already opened the clay pot, and countless black breaths poured out, and the magic sword was bathed in this breath, and even transmitted pleasant feelings to Wei Jian, and the magic sword of the high-grade Taoist weapon could already clearly express his thoughts.

"Why, why are you doing this?"

"Needless to say, I'm a bad person, and bad people just want to do bad things, aren't they?"

"You're going to kill countless people."

"So what, it's not me who died"

"You..."

Wei Jian found that this person was much crazier than himself, he was the real demon cultivator, and he didn't care about the lives of tens of millions of people.

The black-robed man looked at the magic sword he was enjoying, and his demonic aura became stronger and stronger, but it didn't seem to be able to break through the seal, so he took out another clay pot and fell down against the magic sword.

This time, in addition to the black aura gushing out, there was also a fishy smell of blood, Wei Jian frowned, this is another evil means.

"Look at your breath, you are not an evil person, why do you want to slaughter sentient beings"

"Do you have to look bad to be a bad person?"

Wei Jian was so frightened that he had nothing to say, in the past two hundred years, he had little contact with people, and he was no longer the lively teenager, and he didn't know how to stop the black-robed man at this time.

The black-robed man didn't say much, just waited for the magic sword to change, until the contents of the two clay pots were exhausted, and the magic sword screamed excitedly, and the sword body rippled with circles of demonic energy.

"Alright, almost, I'll give it back to you"

The black-robed man looked at the magic sword and then let go of Wei Jian, and disappeared in an instant, as soon as the person left, the magic sword flew into Wei Jian's hand, and a powerful demonic qi entered Wei Jian's body from the magic sword.

"Oh no, I'm going to be enchanted"

Wei Jian burst into a shout, wanting to stop it, but it was too late, and the demonic energy in his body was quickly crushing Wei Jian's willpower.