"Our family also needs to choose a new demon-slaying warrior.
This honor and responsibility will also fall on the demon-slaying warriors.
You are the most outstanding children of our Lan family in this era.
You are gathered together today to decide who will be the demon-slaying warrior."
"Master, how should we elect demon-slaying warriors?" A young man asked eagerly.
"Please shake the demon drum and kill the demon sword," Lan Juntian shouted loudly.
Along with an extremely dark drum and a sharp black crystal sword were carried up.
The eyes of all the teenagers present were full of surprise and curiosity.
"Bang the war drum," Lan Juntian shouted.
He directly picked up the drumstick and started beating it quickly.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of explosions sounded all around.
On the black drum skin, demonic energy was flying all over the sky.
The drumstick in Lan Juntian's hand emits a golden light with every beat.
The brighter the drumstick's light will be, the more demonic mist permeating it will be suppressed and dissipated.
Every drum sound seemed to shake the hearts of everyone present.
The lingering sound echoed in the courtyard and refused to disappear.
Many people's eyes were filled with a sea of blood, and intermittent scenes emerged one after another.
That is the scene of the battle between every generation of demon-slaying warriors and demons.
The sound of this demonic drum seemed to tear through the clouds and shatter the sky.
He brought with him memories from ancient times, the damp soil and the choking blood in his nose, which made everyone breathless.
The sky-wide black mist enveloped the entire courtyard, and the withering autumn wind mixed with the loneliness and desolation surged upward together with the sky that shook the heaven and earth.
The victory of every generation of demon-slaying warriors will be accompanied by sacrifice and tragedy.
Lan Juntian's face turned red and his chest heaved.
When he finished the song, he slowly put down the drumstick in his hand.
I saw the black fog shrouding the courtyard gradually dissipating.
Most of the boys and girls present fell to the ground.
Only three of them could barely stand still.
"You three come forward," Lan Juntian looked at the demon-slaying sword on the stone platform in front of him and said to the three of them.
Among these three people, one of the women was Lan Keer.
"Raise this demon-slaying sword and gain the approval of the sword soul. You will be the demon-slaying warriors of this generation."
After hearing Lan Juntian's words, the first young man stood up quickly.
He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy of Zunmai realm was surging around his body.
He slowly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and heard him roar.
The veins on his forehead popped out, and the muscles all over his body trembled.
He raised the sword in his hand with all his strength.
However, no matter how hard he tried, the demon-slaying sword would not move at all.
The boy continued for a long time, seemed a little discouraged, and finally sat down on the ground.
"Well, everyone only has one chance.
If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.”
Seeing the unconvinced look in the young man's eyes, Lan Juntian said calmly.
Immediately afterwards, the second boy next to him also stepped forward, and his fate was basically the same as that of the first boy.
"You should try it too," Lan Juntian looked at the only remaining Lan Ke'er and said.
"Brute force won't do it."
Lan Keer frowned slightly, stepped forward and placed her hands on the Demon-Slaying Sword.
She didn't rush to lift it with all her strength. Instead, she closed her eyes and felt the sword with her heart.
The emotion of the sword, and the idea it wants to convey.
Since this demon-slaying sword has a soul, it must be conscious.
…………
Her vision was pitch black, and even Lan Ke'er herself didn't know where the sword spirit had brought her consciousness.
Demonic energy is surging all over the sky, and this demonic energy is full of violence and despair.
All kinds of emotions were mixed inside, seeming to erode Lan Keer's consciousness.
Her eyes gradually turned blood red, and it was difficult for anyone to resist this evil spirit under normal circumstances.
Seeing that Lan Ke'er was about to be corroded by the demonic energy.
A dazzling blue light suddenly emitted from her body.
Under the blue light, her long hair became the first to become blue.
Then her eyes and the skin all over her body turned blue.
In this state, Lan Keer looked very calm.
No matter how the demonic energy roared around her, it could not affect her mind at all.
Lan Ke'er looked around in surprise. From the day she started practicing, she discovered that she could activate this state.
Although she doesn't know why this is, her combat effectiveness will increase exponentially in this state.
The most important thing is that she is not affected by any factors.
So calm and scary.
"Am I just born to be a demon-slayer warrior?"
Lan Ke'er murmured in a funny voice.
Immediately, the black fog in front of her eyes was dispelled, and she finally saw the sword soul inside the demon-slaying sword.
…………
In the outside world, Lan Keer was seen slowly opening her eyes at this moment.
She smiled at Lan Juntian, and then gently raised her right hand.
The demon-slaying sword was lifted up so easily.
"How could it be possible?" Some of the teenagers next to him seemed to be in disbelief.
Seeing this scene, Lan Juntian breathed a sigh of relief.
He pointed with his right hand, looked at the failed youths, and said calmly: "Take them down to erase this memory.
Before the demon appears, no one is allowed to spread the news about the demon-slaying warrior."
Then he turned his head, looked at Lan Ke'er and smiled: "Ke'er, come with me.
There are some things I should tell you."
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Xu Zimo slowly closed the book in his hand.
"Demon-slaying family," he chuckled, looking at the distant skyline.
"Lan Ke'er!"
Then Xu Zimo looked at the bookshelf again, and one of the books "Era of the Empress" caught his attention.
The sunlight outside the house shone through the window. Xu Zimo sat on the floor, slowly opened the book in his hand, and started reading with interest.
Known as one of the greatest emperors in the history of the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
Perhaps this woman's life is enough to be called a legend.
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Jiang Mochou walked out of the vast and deserted endless sky, and looked far away in the direction of the Taiyuan Holy Sect.
His master, Old Man Xianwu, told him.
There is no retreat from the confrontation with the Demon Lord, and perhaps this is the point of no return.
He knew that before embarking on this road, he must pay a visit to the Taiyuan Holy Sect.
Tan Jiulin followed the instructions of the Evil God List and finally met the sage who created the Evil God List and prepared his second combat body.
The storm of the great age is about to arise, and people have set the stage.
It doesn't matter if you are ugly at the end of your life, or if you are a chariot, horse or artilleryman.
Each character has his own life and his own destiny.
and your own story.
It is located in a very hidden mountain valley in the far west.
Baili Xiao slowly climbed out of the cave.
There is an opportunity here from her previous life.
At that time she was still Fairy Yuqing.
Before reincarnation, she left her inheritance from her previous life here just in case.
With this inheritance, she can quickly embark on her own path to becoming a strong person.
