"You forced me!"

Hua Fengyuan let out a painful roar, his body kept rising, and his scales and bone spurs appeared from his robe.

"I just want to be an ordinary practitioner, I just want to refine a magic weapon, I just want to-"

"You just want to live, right?" Mu Canghe's face remained unchanged, and a trace of inspiration came from the originally rotten sword in his hand.

The inspiration became brighter and brighter, making the originally dim space as bright as daylight.

"Living...Living..."

Hua Fengyuan seemed to be awakened suddenly, and with a roar, it turned into a black wind and flew away.

Mu Canghe glanced at somewhere at the bottom of the valley, and the sword roared, leaving with his body and chasing him out.

At the bottom of the valley, except for those disciples of the Limestone Sword Sect who were lying on the ground and gradually lost their voices, there was only a trace of wind left.

"This Hua Fengyuan is a master of the second grade of Jindan, and has become a demon. In theory, he wouldn't have escaped in such a panic, right?"

A voice came from the void and a figure walked out of it.

Zhao Yang.

He just escaped with the help of the game world and then appeared again when he was invisible here.

But Mu Canghe discovered his existence and had already pointed him out at the sight just now.

"I remembered that this kid is a sword-bearing man from Daxueshan." The ancestor Tianhong seemed to recall for a moment and whispered: "Take the sword as the heart, and the body as the sword, a man is the sword, and a sword is the man."

Sword man, bitch?

Zhao Yang couldn't help but these two words appeared in his mind.

"No wonder this kid looks weird. It turns out that his cultivation is all on the sword behind him. That sword is his foundation."

As if he had discovered something interesting, the ancestor Tianhong said again: "That sword is his golden elixir, and he has already achieved the golden elixir."

There is also such a golden elixir?

Thinking about it carefully, Zhao Yang shook his head and could only admit that the world is so big that it is full of wonders.

"Don't underestimate the people of Daxueshan's sword-backed swordsman. They are the most direct disciples of the Snowyeshan Sword Sect. They live as human beings and die as swords. His rotten long sword may have been passed down for thousands of years and contain unknown power."

The ancestor Tianhong tells the story of the sword-carrying man in Daxue Mountain in a silence.

It turns out that this sword-carried man is inherited.

Only the most direct descendants of Daxue Mountain are qualified to go to the top of the Snowy Mountain and find a long sword left by the senior when he sat in the transformation and carried it on his back.

In this long sword, there is the cultivation level of the senior who has transformed into a transformation, the soul mark, and even the legacy of memory and consciousness.

According to Zhao Yang's understanding, when these seniors of Daxue Mountain were transformed into their own swords and turned into sword spirits. The sword spirit chose the assistance of the younger disciples to continue the sect's inheritance.

For some reason, he thought of the Hundred Domains of the Heavenly Sword.

This is somewhat similar to the sword-backed man in the Hundred Realms of the Heavenly Sword. Didn’t the Heavenly Sword also want to leave its inheritance?

The disciples of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect who have been inherited are called sword-bearing men. They have obtained the legacy of their predecessors and their cultivation is far beyond that of their peers.

How powerful a person like this is, it is not something outsiders can speculate on how powerful he is.

"But this sword also bound him. Only one day can he truly find his own way by practicing cultivation, soul, and experience beyond the long sword he carries behind him."

The ancestor Tianhong said with a sigh.

Zhao Yang nodded. Just like himself before, everything was obtained from his golden fingers, and there were still too few real insights into practice.

With one step at a time, I missed many scenery.

"But seeing that this kid's sword has decayed to such an extent, he may have gained a lot of benefits from it. When the sword completely decayed, it will be the day when he walks his own sword path." The words of the ancestor Tianhong shocked Zhao Yang.

kendo.

This is not the first time he has heard the word "kendo".

Hongyuanzi said that this was something he dared not expect.

The great way of swords is above the laws of swords.

Silently pressing these things into his heart, Zhao Yang quietly left the valley.

In such a short time, he witnessed the destruction of an eighth-grade sect with his own eyes.

The reason is that it is caused by the greed of his sect leader Hua Fengyuan.

In order to obtain a powerful magic weapon, he destroyed the sect and himself.

This is the realm of practice, a heaven of thought, and a hell of thought.

The direction Zhao Yang went was the direction the monks left before.

"boom--"

After only a few miles of walking, Zhao Yang heard a loud noise coming from the front. His face changed, his body speeded up, and he ran forward.

Not long after he walked, he saw several bodies lying on the side of the road.

After checking, his face became even more ugly.

These were all guests who participated in the acting in the Limestone Sword Sect before. They were let go by those monks, but they all died here at this time.

Zhao Yang said casually before and asked the monks to take them away, which was considered kind-hearted. Unexpectedly, they were all dead at this moment.

"The magical techniques have all been sucked."

The voice of the ancestor Tianhong sounded.

Zhao Yang flew away, and the roar in front of him became louder.

He ran for dozens of miles before him, and a wide ice field ahead, with a golden Sanskrit array standing in it, surrounded by countless monsters, and many demon cultivators with black air on their bodies.

"You bald donkeys dare to care about my little affairs in the Black Chi Ancestor? Today, the ancestor has refined all your souls to help me achieve my magic skills!" With a rampant roar, a dark figure floated in the air, directing the demons to siege the golden Fanyin formation.

In Zhao Yang's eyes, the golden light on the formation gradually dimmed, and cracks appeared one by one, and then they were repaired.

"Go away, you guys get out--"

In the middle of the formation, Qin Bingzhi, with white hair, was holding a figure with the same white hair in his arms, and roaring with sadness on his face.

Zhao Yang could see that the white-haired figure was wearing a wedding dress.

"Mingwang is in power! My Dalun Mingwang Temple has never been out of the people who escaped in front of demons!" With a Buddhist chant, the tall monk stood up, untied the round Buddhist beads hanging on his neck, and then hung them on Qin Bingzhi's neck.

The Buddhist beads emitted a faint golden light, covering Qin Bingzhi and the figure in his arms.

"What are you going to do? Do you save me? Come on, as long as you can save her, I will be a monk with you!" Qin Bingzhi roared wildly, and a faint blood and tears flowed in his eyes.

"I can't save her, but I can save you." The tall monk clasped his hands together, and a hint of compassion appeared in his eyes: "That boy is right. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Today, I will build a pagoda."

"Buzz--"

As his words fell, golden Buddha lights spread out in all directions on his body, causing the originally dim Satan Sound array to expand several times in an instant, covering all the besieged demons.

It can be seen from the naked eye that the demons covered by the golden Brahma Sound array all had dull eyes, their originally ferocious expressions became tranquil, and their eyebrows gradually lowered, slowly losing their voice.

The Fanyin array was still expanding, and the eyes of the demon cultivator Heichi floating in the air showed horror in his eyes, and his body flashed and fled to the distance.

"Senior Brother--"

In the formation, a cry of sadness arose, and the tall monk with golden light spread all over his body gradually became illusory at this time, and a golden block appeared on his head.
Chapter completed!