"He's Li Zhaotian's newly closed disciple?"

"Li Zhaotian, do you plan to make him the future owner of the Sword Tower?"

"I don't see anything special about him."

Li Zhaotian was dead-skinned, staying in the Immortal Realm for many years, and he refused to attack the true god, saying that he had not found a suitable heir. In my opinion, he is just cowardly, just making excuses for himself! ”

"No, he has finally chosen a kid now, shouldn't he be promoted to the true god?"

"He, can he take on the heavy responsibility of the owner of the Sword Tower?"

“……”

It's like stepping into a vegetable market, and from the floor below, there is a lot of noise.

Pang Jian couldn't help but be stunned.

Shaped like an upside-down nine-story pagoda, the ninth floor is the flattest, with a staircase opening in the center that leads directly to the floor below.

On the ninth layer, all he saw was a wide spirit sword, a spirit sword as narrow as a finger, black iron, treasure crystals, gold, and many spirit swords made of different materials.

Some swords are not bright, such as scrap copper and rotten iron, and some sword gods are bright, which is very attractive to people's eyes.

Some swords are placed on wooden boards, some are in sword boxes, and some swords are inserted on wooden boards, as if drawing strength from them to nourish the blade.

On the ninth floor platform, Pang Jian took a cursory glance and found that there were hundreds of spirit swords.

However, it was not the spirit sword of this layer that made a noisy discussion.

"Without the birth of a sword soul, it can only be regarded as a high-level spirit weapon at most, and its value is not that great."

Pang Jian walked down the stairs.

The nine-story sword tower, the edge is downward, and the spirit sword is also the lower it is, the higher the level.

Eighth, seventh, sixth.

These three floors of the Sword Tower are also filled with all kinds of spirit swords, but there is also no sword soul born, no matter how exquisite and strange it looks, Pang Jian ignores it.

From the fifth layer onwards, the number of spirit swords began to decrease significantly, and there were only twenty or thirty on the first floor.

Some of the spirit swords here are displayed in cabinets, some are in special crystals, and some are inserted in wooden boards.

The spirit sword here can already make a chirping sound.

Pang Jian casually touched a spiritual sword, two fingers wide, three feet long, as thin as a cicada's wings.

In the sword.

A twenty-eight girl in her prime, with a bright and gorgeous dress, said with a sinister look in her eyes: "Take away your dirty hands!" ”

She glared at Pang Jian fiercely in the sword.

The sharp sword light suddenly erupted, almost cutting Pang Jian's fingertips, forcing Pang Jian to let go.

"Twisted melons are not sweet."

A lead-gray broadsword inserted into the wooden wall said with a smile: "Come here, pull me out, uncle, and I'll go with you!" ”

"Little master, don't pick and choose, take me, and we'll fight the world together!"

"Buzz! Buzzing! ”

There was a sudden sound of a sword, and the sword wanted to break away from the wall, but it didn't seem to have the ability.

"Little master, choose me, choose me!"

"You are Li Zhaotian's apprentice, the future owner of the Sword Tower, accompany you to fight in the Purgatory World, Lao Tzu must be famous in the world!"

"I feel it, you are cultivating the mysteries of extreme cold, I am the most suitable for you!"

"Buzz!"

Among the many spirit swords on the fifth layer, some rejected him and cursed him, while others took the initiative to invite him.

Pang Jian did not touch with his limbs, but instead perceived with his divine soul, and faintly saw that there were sword souls in a spirit sword.

They are either in human form, or strange beasts, or in the form of a cloud of mist, or a jewel crystal.

Sword souls are all kinds and strange.

Without exception, none of them can leave the sword, nor can they move against the sword.

"It's not a good choice."

Pang Jian went down to the fourth and third floors.

The result is the same.

The spirit swords of the third, fourth, and fifth layers have reached the level of holy weapons, and there are already sword souls, but they are not top-notch holy weapons.

When he reached the second layer, he found that there were only twelve spirit swords, all of which were floating in mid-air.

As soon as Pang Jian came, twelve spirit swords flew by, flying around him, and they were also chattering non-stop, judging him.

From these twelve spirit swords, Pang Jian felt the obvious mysteries of the Great Dao.

It seems that if you choose any sword, you can use the avenue in it to become a god in the future.

"Lan Meng, who was given a kid named Qi Qingsong, has left us since then."

"He and that guy are in a group, and they also want to choose a path to become a god, but the aura in his body is mixed up, so it is not suitable for us at all."

"He is not qualified to be a god, and I am not optimistic about him."

"Well, with his qualifications, he should pick a sword on it. He is not welcome here. ”

The twelve spirit swords actually formed a small group on the second floor of the sword tower, and their opinions were surprisingly unified, and Pang Jian's death sentence was directly announced.

Then, the twelve spirit swords, as if they were too lazy to take care of him, returned to their respective places.

None of them said a word.

Pang Jian glanced at it, and knew that with this layer of spirit swords, he was afraid that he would not want to kill any of them.

So, I went straight to the first floor.

As soon as he entered, his face was shocked.

He didn't see the sword, he saw three people!

Two old men, one fat and one thin, wearing blue robes, are clearly the old-timers of the Sword Tower.

The two of them were playing against each other with black and white flags at the moment, and a flaming phoenix was floating in the air.

The old man who was playing the game, as if he hadn't seen him come in, was still immersed in the chess game.

The Flame Phoenix transformed into a woman in blue with peerless elegance, smiled indifferently at Pang Jian, and said, "You have refined a drop of phoenix marrow, but you have not become a Heavenly Phoenix Divine Guard, this is very interesting." ”

Pang Jian was secretly shocked.

"Your Spirit......"

She frowned, silently felt it for a few seconds, and her expression gradually became solemn.

"I have never felt such a majestic divinity in the contemplation realm of any human race! In previous years, during the opening of purgatory, there were also people who forged gods by killing puppets of alien gods and refining divinity. ”

"But ......"

She shook her head and said solemnly, "None of them are as good as you." ”

The two old men who were playing against each other took their attention away from the chessboard at this time, and also looked at Pang Jian curiously.

"Feng Niang, are you sure?"

The thin old man asked.

"Hmm."

The woman who turned into the fire phoenix said, "In the past, someone gave all the divine consciousness of the Cave Xuan Realm to divinity to create a divine soul. But those people, the number of divine consciousness is far less than his. ”

"Two ......"

Feng Niang smiled indifferently, bowed slightly, and said, "I have a fate with him, I have a crush on him, so don't leave it at that." ”

"Feng Niang, your sister's death, don't pursue it after you go out. Otherwise, I'm afraid that you will even annihilate this soul, and the sword tower that may be harmed will be destroyed with you! ”

The thin old man reminded solemnly.

"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for the Sword Tower." Feng Niang said duplicitously.

"Ka! Titicaca! ”

In the corner of this level, there is a strange noise.

Pang Jian was stunned to look at it, and saw a black crystal-like handle, struggling to pull it out.

That's a sword, too.

It's just that all the blades of the sword are submerged in the wooden plank, and only the black jade-like handle is exposed, so it will be inconspicuous.

"Source Demon!"

The faces of the two old men and the Flame Phoenix changed.

Clusters of black demonic flames burned from the black crystal handle, and a twisted and brutal mad aura surged out from the black demonic flames, instantly permeating the entire sword tower.

The nine-story sword tower turned black in an instant, as if it had been smeared with ink.

"Source Demon Sword!"

"How can this sword also move!"

"What's going on?"

Inside the Sword Tower, all the swords that gave birth to spirituality were frightened by the overflowing aura on the first floor of the Sword Tower.

Outside the Sword Tower, the Immortal Realm Elder on the top of the mountain also changed color.

There was a disciple who didn't know the situation and didn't know about the Source Demon Sword, so he hurriedly asked the elders beside him for advice and asked about things related to the Source Demon Sword.

"This sword does not belong to our Sword Tower, it is the branch of the Demon Sword Sect of the Demon Sect, the sword held by the last sect master."

"Because of that sect master, because of this Source Demon Sword, the Demon Sword Sect has been directly removed from the Demon Sect since then."

"In the world, there is no more Demon Sword Sect, and there is no Source Demon Sword."

"This sword, there has been no change in the past three hundred years, this kid didn't alarm the divine sword, but the magic sword!"

"Whew! Whew! ”

Liu Junhong, Guanghe, Wang Ce, and Xu Wei, the four Immortal Realm level elders, landed at the four corners of the first floor of the Sword Tower, putting on a posture of being ready for battle.

Chen Weihuang frowned, and sent a message with a sword order: "Master, he has alarmed the Source Demon Sword. ”

In the first realm, he discussed with the true gods of all parties to discuss the matter of fighting with foreign races, and informed all parties of the dangerous Li Zhaotian outside the sky, and replied after a moment: "Source Demon Sword, if he intends to be controlled by him, it doesn't hurt for him to pick the Source Demon Sword." ”

"But that's not the sword of our sword tower!" Chen Weihuang shouted.

"As long as it's a sword, it belongs to the Sword Tower in my eyes! What is the sword of the righteous path, the evil sword, the magic sword, as long as it is a sword, it will be consistent with our Dao! ”

The old god Li Zhaotian was there, and he continued to sit and talk.

The first floor of the Sword Tower.

"I want him!"

A voice full of madness and violence sounded from the magic sword that was inserted into the wooden wall and suppressed by the three divine swords: "The new era has arrived, the most terrifying catastrophe of purgatory has begun, and only by combining with me can he take on the responsibility of revitalizing the sword tower!" ”

"Purgatory is about to perish, and the heavens and the earth will be shattered, the Sword Tower, the Demon Sword Sect, and all the Sword Sects in the world will finally usher in a new life!"

"You three old immortals, let me go and let me out!"

"I smelled it, I smelled the blood on him, I smelled the strong smell of cause and effect on him! I will use my body and my sword to slaughter the gods and gods who are about to descend! ”

"I am the spirit of demons, but he can carry my word!"

The Source Demon Sword buzzed.

The sword soul roared, and the three sword spirits who were noisy all felt a headache.

Pang Jian's eyes were shocked, he kept staring at the hilt of the sword that kept shaking, but it was a strange sword that couldn't leave the wall.

"Li Zhaotian is here!"

The fat old man's face sank, his brows furrowed, he looked at Feng Niang and said, "What he means, as long as the Source Demon Sword is willing to be controlled by him, we will not allow us to continue to suppress him." ”

"Is Li Zhaotian crazy too?" Feng Niang said angrily.

"Let him draw the sword, pull it out, and the Source Demon Sword will be taken away by him." The thin old man snorted and said, "Li Zhaotian, this junior, has not yet succeeded in becoming a god, and we can treat his orders as appropriate." ”

"Okay, then let him draw his sword!"

The fat old man and Feng Niang agreed.

……

(End of chapter)