A month later, Ningzhou, Chenjia Village.

A black light flew from the sky in the distance and landed at the entrance of Chenjia Village.

The black light flickered, revealing the figure of a man in black, who was Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng came to Chenjia Village to find the magic weapon---- the Demon Dragon Sword.

The Demon Dragon Sword is a powerful Demon Dao Treasure, and it must be refined with a Demon Essence Diamond.

This sword is said to have the vicious magic power that sucks the flesh and soul of the slaying monk into it, and then refines it into power, in other words, the more monks are killed, the more powerful the Demon Dragon Sword will be, and it is a growth magic weapon that advances by killing.

Many monks believed that if a large number of monks were killed with the Demon Dragon Sword, the Demon Dragon Sword might even be able to overwhelm the Heavenly Spirit Treasure.

Wang Changsheng has a lot of magic weapons on his body, including two magic weapons with instrument spirits, but compared to the Demon Dragon Sword, the magic weapons on his body are nothing, after all, the Demon Dragon Sword is a growth magic weapon that can be advanced, and other magic weapons are finalized when they are refined, and the power depends on the cultivation of the controller.

Wang Changsheng let go of his mind and scanned the entire village, but he didn't find any figures.

It didn't take long for Wang Changsheng to come to a dilapidated house, and a plaque was scattered on the ground, and he could vaguely recognize the three big characters "Chen Clan Ancestral Hall" on it.

Wang Changsheng saw the three big characters of the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall, and the experience of that year suddenly appeared in his mind.

Young and vigorous, after listening to Bai Zihua's enthusiastic words, he resolutely embarked on the road of apprenticeship, passed five levels and cut six generals, and after a lot of hardships, he finally entered the Taiqing Palace.

But all of this was ruined by Yang Qian, first he found someone to pretend to be Wang Changsheng ** prostitution and plunder, and sent people to jointly kill Wang Changsheng's master, kill all the witnesses, make Wang Changsheng's family ruined, and forced Wang Changsheng to betray the Taiqing Palace.

As soon as he thought of Yang Qian, hatred flashed in Wang Changsheng's eyes.

Although the Yang family has two Yuanying monks, Wang Changsheng already has a comprehensive plan, and he is more than fifty percent sure that he can destroy the entire Yang family, and it is no problem to kill one Yuanying monk of the Yang family.

Wang Changsheng got the storage bag left by the ancestor of Chenjia Village from the village chief, which contained several magic weapons and some spirit stones, and the Demon Dragon Sword was not in the storage bag.

He guessed that the ancestor of Chenjiacun was very likely to be buried in the coffin with the Demon Dragon Sword, and if he found the tomb of the ancestor of Chenjiacun, he might find the Demon Dragon Sword.

Wang Changsheng saw a group of tombs in the back mountain of Chenjia Village, and at a glance, there were tombstones everywhere, as many as thousands.

Soon, Wang Changsheng appeared in front of a tomb that occupied the largest area, and the name of his great-grandson and great-grandson was engraved on the tombstone, and it seemed that this tomb should be the tomb of the ancestors of Chenjia Village.

Wang Changsheng flipped over his hand and took out a handful of yellow jade rulers, and with a slight flicker, a yellow light curtain suddenly appeared, covering him inside, burrowing into the ground and disappearing.

An hour later, Wang Changsheng came out of the ground, his face full of strange colors.

He didn't see the Demon Dragon Sword in the coffin of the ancestor of the Chen family, and he didn't find the Demon Dragon Sword in the other tombs.

"Could it be that the Demon Dragon Sword is in the hands of the Yang family, not in the hands of the ancestor of Chenjia Village?" Wang Changsheng muttered to himself, but soon, he rejected the speculation.

The ancestor of Chenjia Village fled back to the family with the Demon Dragon Sword to ask for shelter, and he should not have handed over the Demon Dragon Sword, if the Yuanying Monk of the Yang family got the Demon Dragon Sword, he could kill people and kill them, instead of waiting for the elders of the Taiqing Palace to come to the door.

Wang Changsheng thought about it and judged that the ancestor of Chenjiacun had fled with the Demon Dragon Sword at that time.

The Demon Dragon Sword is a treasure of the Demon Dao, maybe the ancestors of Chenjiacun didn't want this sword to be a disaster to the world, so they hid this sword.

The geographical location of Chenjia Village is remote and the aura is weak, so it is a good place to hide the Demon Dragon Sword.

After Wang Changsheng's eyes rolled, the yellow jade ruler in his hand flickered slightly, and a yellow light curtain immediately appeared, wrapping him inside and disappearing into the ground.

Wang Changsheng spent several days of hard work, centering on Chenjia Village, turning all the large and small peaks within a radius of thousands of miles, but he didn't find the Demon Dragon Sword.

Wang Changsheng stood in the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall, frowning.

Since the ancestor of Chenjiacun didn't want the Demon Dragon Sword to cause trouble to the world, he would definitely bury this sword in a place that he thought was very safe.

"Where is the safest place!" Wang Changsheng muttered to himself in a low voice, frowning.

Suddenly, Wang Changsheng's gaze fell on the plaque on the ground.

"Chen Clan Ancestral Hall. Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, the yellow jade ruler in his hand flickered slightly, and a yellow light curtain immediately appeared, enveloping him inside, and disappeared into the ground.

Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng came out of the ground, holding a yellow brocade box with a few dim talisman seals pasted on it.

Sure enough, as he expected, the Demon Dragon Sword was buried in the ground of the Chen Family Ancestral Hall, but the burial place was a bit deep, thousands of feet away, even if an immortal cultivator passed by Chenjia Village and got the storage bag left by the ancestors of Chenjia Village, I am afraid that he would not burrow into the ground to find something!

Wang Changsheng opened the brocade box and saw a small blood-colored sword with a lifelike black dragon carved on the hilt.

The blood-colored little sword is blood-red and crystal clear all over, and there is a faint trace of black qi in the sword body, which is even more weird.

Wang Changsheng took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured out some blood-colored liquid that emitted a bloody smell, and poured it on the blood-colored small sword.

An astonishing scene appeared, and all the blood-colored liquid disappeared, as if it had been sucked away by the blood-colored sword.

Wang Changsheng took out two porcelain bottles and poured some blood-colored liquid on the other places of the blood-colored small sword, and the same scene appeared, the blood-colored liquid was sucked away by the blood-colored small sword, and the sword body was brighter.

Wang Changsheng hesitated slightly, bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the blood-colored little sword.

The essence blood was quickly sucked away by the blood-colored little sword, and the blood-colored little sword let out a crisp sword sound, and the blood light flashed, and the blood-colored little sword rose to more than three feet long, exuding a disgusting smell of blood.

Wang Changsheng held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and the mana was frantically injected into it, and the blood-colored small sword suddenly burst into blood.

He swung lightly into the void, and the void fluctuated dozens of zhang away, and a blood-colored sword qi with a length of blood suddenly emerged and slashed on the wall.

With a bang, the wall collapsed.

After slashing out a sword, Wang Changsheng's essence was extracted by a small half, his face turned red several times, and after the blood light flashed in his hand, the blood sword returned to its original size.

With Wang Changsheng's current cultivation, one fighting method can be driven at most twice, but the power of this sword is obviously higher than other magic weapons, otherwise it would not be necessary to consume so much mana.

Wang Changsheng could be sure that the blood-colored little sword in his hand should be the Demon Dao Supreme Treasure Demon Dragon Sword, if he let those Demon Dao monks know that this sword was on him, I am afraid that they would form a team to kill him, and even the righteous path monks would not let him go.

With his current strength, it is the limit to deal with two early Yuan Infant monks, and if he encounters a middle Yuan Infant monk, he can only escape.

Therefore, the Demon Dragon Sword will either not show people easily, or kill everyone who sees the Demon Dragon Sword.

"I'll serve you some hors d'err vids now, and I'll give you a big meal later. Wang Changsheng looked at the blood-colored little sword in his hand with fiery eyes, and muttered to himself in a low voice, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.