Soon, Zhou Xuanji found the holy sword, which was located in a cave.

The sword stood upright on the ground, the blade was four fingers wide, the lower end gradually expanded, the hilt was attached to patches of black scales, and a pair of gems that looked like scarlet eyes were placed in the sword.

Holy Sword!

As soon as Zhou Xuanji approached it, he felt an unimaginable momentum rushing towards him.

It was as if a giant beast was roaring at him.

He took out the Ancient Divine Sword and communicated with the Nine Souls.

"Huh, Holy Sword Tu Gang, are you in Cloud Demon Daze?"

Liu Wuji was shocked, and the other powerful souls followed suit.

"The Northern Ghost Sword Demon is not here, this is a good opportunity. ”

"Take it, and the Northern Ghost Sword Demon will hunt him down. ”

"It must be taken!"

"As long as you're sure of escaping, take it. ”

When Zhou Xuanji heard this, he immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the Holy Sword Tu Gang.

When he held it, a chill ran into his body along the palm of his hand, making the Heavenly Dao Immortal Power in his body boil.

In an instant, he felt a strong urge to take possession of the sword.

With a bang, he pulled out the holy sword Tu Gang.

Instantly, he vanished into thin air.

He quickly flew towards the Cloud Demon Daze, advancing at full speed, not daring to take it lightly at all.

Although Xu Qing had been led to nowhere by Mo Jiuqing, as long as he was in Cloud Demon Daze, he had no sense of security.

"Roar—"

A loud shout suddenly came from behind him, earth-shattering, and scared Zhou Xuanji with goosebumps all over his body.

How can it be!

So fast?

He subconsciously looked back, only to see a domineering figure rushing towards him at high speed, extremely fast.

He saw Xu Qing's deity clearly.

This guy is bare-chested, his muscles are like rocks washed by rain, his hair is scattered, his eyes have no pupils, and they are white.

He stared at Zhou Xuanji with a hideous face, and roared again and again.

Zhou Xuanji immediately cast a traceless trace, constantly moving.

Seeing that Xu Qing was about to catch up, he immediately took out a hidden grass and ate it.

The firmament had planted a lot of hidden grass, and he left some behind.

But after he swallowed the hidden grass, Zhou Xuanji disappeared out of thin air.

Xu Qing stopped and glanced around angrily, but he couldn't track Zhou Xuanji's figure, and even his breath disappeared.

Enraged, he raised his head to the sky and roared, and the space around him rippled, and the billowing demonic fog was shaken away.

After roaring for a while, he departed.

The edge of the Cloud Demon Osawa.

Zhou Xuanji revealed, poofed, spurted a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was slumped against the mountain wall, and the hand holding the holy sword Tu Gang was trembling slightly.

Xu Qing's previous roar shocked his internal organs, making his qi and blood still surge.

"What kind of cultivation has that guy achieved?"

He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, his face pale.

Fortunately, the holy sword is in hand.

That's not a big deal.

He got up and left, as for Mo Jiuqing, he didn't bother to look for it, he believed that Mo Jiuqing would find him.

Shortly after he left, a burly figure stepped out of the mist.

It was the Northern Ghost Sword Demon, Xu Qing.

He still maintained a hideous face, his eyes swept in all directions, and his nose moved slightly, as if he was sniffing something.

He stepped towards the outside of the Cloud Demon Daze.

Boom!

A thunderbolt suddenly struck him in the flesh, causing him to roar in pain.

He struggled to break through the thunderbolt's block.

Another thunderbolt followed, making his muscles tremble, and the surface of his body began to crack, and blood oozed out.

He still gave up, roared wildly, and fell into a rampage, alarming the demonic fog of Cloud Demon Daze.

After a while.

He suddenly rushed forward, unscrupulous, and let the thunder split his body, he just didn't stop.

Soon, he disappeared from the sky, covered in blood.

The surface of the lake of the Cloud Demon Daze was turbulent, and so was the rolling demonic mist, like a giant beast in anger.

......

After leaving Cloud Demon Daze, Zhou Xuanji kept flying and never stopped.

For some reason, the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger, as if there was some fierce existence chasing after him.

Three hours later, the sense of crisis subsided, and he found a place to hide.

In order to prevent accidents, he cast the Nine Shadows Burning Flame Absolute to open a yin and yang enchantment in advance and run away at any time.

He began to recuperate his injuries and condense the immortal power of the Heavenly Dao.

As for the Holy Sword Tu Gang, he was included in the Supreme Curry in case Xu Qing pursued the breath to find him.

About half an hour passed.

Mo Jiuqing appeared beside him, elusive.

He looked solemn and said, "Xu Qing escaped." ”

Escaped?

Zhou Xuanji's expression was strange, and he didn't know what to say.

With Xu Qing's ability and madness, isn't it difficult for the common people to live?

He shook his head, without thinking too much, he couldn't care about it so much.

He asked, "Isn't he trapped in the Cloud Demon Daze?" could it be that he was just attracted by the Holy Sword?"

Could it be that Xu Qing became a demon, also because of the Holy Sword?

Mo Jiuqing shook his head and sighed: "I don't know either, but if he is born, he will definitely provoke the joint attack of the immortal gods and the big forces of all parties." ”

He admired Xu Qing very much and didn't want Xu Qing to fall.

Zhou Xuanji fell into thought, the Ancient Divine Sword was erected next to him, and the Nine Souls chattered endlessly in his mind.

"Xu Qing was really strong back then, but it's a pity. ”

"Speak as if you were his peers. ”

"It is said that Xu Qing has angered a great power above the Thirty-Three Heavens. ”

"No matter what, the holy sword is in hand, with this kid's talent, how strong will he be with the holy sword?"

"Little brother, when will we be resurrected?"

The Nine Souls were discussing, and Zhou Xuanji interjected occasionally.

He suddenly began to hesitate whether to resurrect the Nine Souls.

If it is resurrected, it is equivalent to nine more helpers, but knowing people and faces but not hearts, he does not dare to guarantee that the nine souls can still treat him like this after being resurrected.

Rested for five days.

Zhou Xuanji and Mo Jiuqing parted ways.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

The Black Trick Lion is still waiting for him.

Before heading to the Cloud Demon Daze, he asked the Black Trick Exquisite Lion to wait somewhere, so as not to hold him back.

He immediately flew in that direction.

......

A month after Zhou Xuanji took away the holy sword, a piece of news shocked Zhongshenzhou.

Xu Qing, the Northern Sword Demon, escaped from the Cloud Demon Daze, and many towns were razed to the ground by him.

Various legends about him also spread.

For a while, Zhongshenzhou fell into a panic again.

There is Mo Jiuqing in the front, and there is the Northern Sword Demon in the back.

Zhongshenzhou's luck has been very bad recently!

Among the peaks, Bai Hao, who was cultivating, was suddenly kicked to the ground.

He jumped up and roared, "Are you fucking sick?"

Boom!

The Proud Grandmaster slapped him to the ground, and the powerful force shook the ground to pieces.

The wind not far away was bittersweet and swallowed.

"Hmph, Zhou Xuanji has obtained the Holy Sword, look at you again, what are you doing?"

The Proud Grandmaster held back his anger and shouted in a deep voice.

Bai Hao, who was lying on the ground, almost vomited blood when he heard the words.

Zhou Xuanji is powerful, what is the matter with Emperor Ben?

He gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't Lao Tzu cultivate?"

The Proud Grandmaster snorted coldly, "What about the results?"

Bai Hao was silent.

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