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"The Devil's Reincarnation Technique"!
Many Yuan Shen figures are shaken in their hearts. Even if they have never experienced such years, they can seem to smell the bloodshed of those years just from the descriptions in the many secret notes of their respective sects or families.
Those are a group of people infected by demons.
There was deathly silence under the gilded platform.
Whether inside or outside the temple, many Yuanshen masters have become silent and are about to change.
The legend of the inner guard has always been spread in the court. Even in the martial arts circles, it is occasionally heard. Today, when an inner guard spoke, it would probably only become an unsolved case, but with the addition of the previous Qi Qing Gu
What the deacon said can probably be confirmed as long as he finds another master in the royal family who is proficient in spiritual martial arts.
It is obvious whether it is true or false.
The only thing that many important officials of the third rank and above can't figure out is why the holy family of the master of the Qiankun Arsenal still chooses such a path. Is it really worth it to go in such a different direction?
Ling Tong laughed again, but this time, his laughter was not only cold, but also filled with endless self-deprecation.
He ignored Su Qinian and instead looked at the gilded high platform, at the bright yellow dragon chair that had always been high in his eyes. He looked at the dragon chair that sat upright as if he wanted to live forever.
figure.
"Everyone in the world says that the most ruthless emperor's family is true."
Ling Tong stared at the Emperor of the Han Dynasty. There was a bit of nostalgia in his eyes, but it was quickly shattered and he said: "Since you have already doubted me, why did you give me the Qiankun Arsenal?"
The faces of many important ministers are not very good-looking. The Marquis Ling's words have undoubtedly sealed the deal, but even if the master of the Qiankun Arsenal colludes with the devil, he has been lurking around for decades like the inner guard Ji Feng.
, being treated as a confidant, whoever it is, would probably be in a difficult mood at this moment.
He is as strong as all the important ministers, and they are all top soul figures. At this moment, he feels a little cold in his heart.
"The Holy One gave you a chance."
The Lord Ku Jifeng opened his mouth and shook his head: "Two years ago, that night, I told Lord Marquis that the Holy One intended to destroy many demonic inheritances in the arsenal, but it was a pity that only one night later..."
He hesitated to speak, but at this moment everyone understood that it was a case of theft of the arsenal. A top figure from the Demonic Path sneaked into the arsenal and stole three top martial arts from the Demonic Path. Two of the three top martial arts from the Demonic Path were stolen.
Inheritance belongs to the Valley of Seven Emotions.
Ling Tong sneered, he looked up at the gilded high platform and said: "Winning is the king and losing is the bandit, Ling Tong has nothing to say, but Ling is leaving today, who can stop him!"
"presumptuous!"
On the gilded high platform, inside, the manager scolded coldly.
boom!
Immediately, the chief executive took action.
This is an old man with white hair as white as snow. He has been following the Emperor of the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years. No one knows how strong this eunuch and general manager is. They only know that a hundred years ago, he was with the Han Emperor.
The emperor's contemporaries were already at the top of the realm of souls a hundred years ago, but now, a hundred years have passed, and no one has seen him take action anymore.
It's hard to imagine what kind of palm this is, it seems to cover the sky and the sun, it's more towering than the mountains, covering Xiang Lingtong.
An unimaginable palm seemed to stand high in the sky, and under the divine sun, a peaceful aura filled the entire world of the Forbidden City.
"The Realm of Pure Yang!"
"Extreme master!"
Whether inside or outside the temple, many masters of Yuan Shen mostly showed shocked expressions. There are too few masters of Yuan Shen Chunyang in this world, and most of them are hidden in the world. There are only a few Tianming in the world. The five human kingdoms regard the Han as their lord.
Counting the Demon Lord, the royal family and the ten great sects of the country, there are only twelve destiny masters. Among them, there are many inheritances. The only one who has truly abandoned the inheritance and walked out of his own way is probably the contemporary Emperor of Heaven.
Therefore, under the destiny, there are often fewer top figures who are pure and innocent than the destiny, but each one has infinite possibilities. If they can go one step further, it will be another martial arts myth.
Under the gilded platform, Ling Tong's expression remained unchanged. He turned his palm over, and a purple talisman appeared in his palm. This talisman could be half the size of a palm. As soon as it appeared, it gave off an aura of majesty.
It's hard to imagine what kind of aura this is. The higher the level of cultivation, the more swaying one's heart becomes, as if it has been aroused by the darkest thoughts deep in the soul.
Magic Talisman Seal!
In an instant, some Yuan Shen figure recognized that it was a demonic artifact, which could be regarded as a kind of Yuan Shen weapon, refined by a master of the Demonic Dao. At this time, the master of the Qiankun Arsenal was so confident that he felt comfortable in the world of the Forbidden City.
Fear, most of this talisman seal has a great background.
"break!"
Hearing Ling Tong's violent shout, a purple light rushed out from the talisman seal, like a sword, splitting the void in an instant, and actually split the sky-covering hand into two.
puff!
There were blood splashing, and on the gilded high platform, the chief eunuch and the general manager grunted, then staggered back a few steps, with an unprecedented solemn look in his eyes.
That demonic talisman seal cannot be made by ordinary people, not even the most powerful figures in the demonic way can do it. It is made by the real destiny master of the demonic way.
What!
The minds of all the souls in the four directions were shaken. Strong men such as Sangong and the Demon Suppressing King also showed signs of shock. The demonic talisman and seal were so powerful that the breath they exuded was no longer the soul, but even the pure Yang realm.
, it seems that an ancient starry sky can be seen, which is the sky of the devil. The devil stars hang high, the devil energy is like the sea, and it will last forever.
Groan!
Suddenly, the sound of a sword sounded, and for an instant it became the only one in the world of the Forbidden City.
It is hard to describe what kind of sword this is, which made Leng Ao, the one-yuan sword king from Shushan, look horrified on his face.
A red gold long sword, the sword is like a red dragon, with red gold dragon scales. The dragon's mouth spits out a four-foot-nine-inch long sword blade, which seems to be able to penetrate the sky and penetrate the universe.
Red Sky Sword!
That was the contemporary Emperor of the Han Dynasty, drawing his sword.
Compared with the sword immortal Wangyue he had seen in the dark years, Su Qinian saw in this sword that it was not pure, but it contained many incomprehensible ways. Although it was not pure, the majesty of this sword,
But it was the only one Su Qinian had seen in his life.
This sword seemed to follow the veins of heaven and earth and penetrate the trajectory of luck. It did not cut through the void, and even the air was not pierced. It just pointed at the purple talisman in Lingtong's hand.
From this sword, Su Qinian felt aloofness, dignity, and even a hint of loneliness that surprised him.
It was hard to imagine that there could be such a kind of sword intention that contained many emotions. Su Qinian seemed to have understood something, but he couldn't express it and could not use it for his own use.
"Holy Demon! Holy Demon!"
Ling Tong chanted, and the purple talisman in his hand burst out with dazzling light. Vaguely, the illusory world could be seen rotating, and a figure appeared in it, as if the ancient demon god came to the world, aiming at the approaching Red Sky Sword.
, and threw a punch.
At the same time, a blazing magic light exploded, and even the Human King had no time to take action, drowning Su Qinian under the gilded platform.
clang!
The fist and the sword tip collided, and the entire world of the Forbidden City faintly shook. In the dark, an illusory and transparent long river could be seen appearing in the sky, flowing slowly, with no beginning and no direction.
The long river of time and space!
This is a confrontation at the level of destiny. The talisman in Ling Tong's hand came from the hands of the devil's destiny.
On the gilded high platform, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty slowly stood up. As soon as he stood up, it was as if a real dragon had come to life. Dragon roars were heard in the sky and the earth. The Chixiao Sword also suddenly burst out with a blazing sword light. With a pop, the sword was blown away.
The demon's shadow penetrated and dissipated into nothingness.
"Little fairy!"
"Master Su!"
At this time, someone whispered, under the gilded platform, there was no trace of the little fairy, and Ling Tong was nowhere to be seen.
"not good!"
Zu Qianshang shouted deeply, and his face became extremely ugly. It was obvious that when Ling Tong finally escaped with the help of the magic holy talisman, he took Su Qinian away with him. It is conceivable what will happen next.
What.
Thousands of miles away.
The magic light flashed, and two figures emerged, standing in the boundless desert.
In the boundless desert, the blazing sun was scorching the earth like an oven. With a thought in Su Qinian's mind, he realized that this was no longer the capital city of Chang'an, but the border of the West Sea in the far west. It did not belong to the Han Dynasty and had never been invaded by the Han Dynasty.
The Dashahai, a border area of the West China Sea, was incorporated into the territory of the Yuan Dynasty.
There is a sea of sand here, and it is said that there are top soul figures. If you fall into the depths of this sea of sand, it will be difficult to find your way back.
As for the West Sea border, this boundless sea of sand is at least thousands of miles away from the capital city of Chang'an.
"Su Qinian."
Dozens of feet away, Ling Tong spoke. Standing under the bright sun, the former master of the Qiankun Arsenal was surprisingly calm and said: "I never thought that I would eventually fall into the hands of a once-little guy like you."
He showed a bit of sigh, and then said: "The years are no longer there, and the most difficult thing to turn back is time. Now, I give you the only chance."
"Submit to me! Submit to the Demon Sect! You should understand the gap between you and me. You have no chance of winning."
Ling Tong stood with his hands behind his back. Even though he was thousands of miles away, he was still ranked seventh on the list of souls. He claimed to be able to break all laws, point his finger at the universe, and had few rivals in terms of souls in the world.
Su Qinian's face did not change, but he turned his hand backwards and landed on the black ink handle of the knife.
Everything must come to an end.
Even though this scene was something Su Qinian had not expected, sometimes fate is so unpredictable. If fate could be predicted in advance, it would not be a human being, but a god.
"Stubborn."
Ling Tong's eyes turned cold, and murderous intent began to appear in his eyes.
Buzz!
There was a sound of a knife. It was the trembling sound of a life-saving knife. Su Qinian held the knife without fear. Instead, he felt some inexplicable restlessness. It was the surge of fighting spirit. (Please recommend a monthly ticket. The starting point is the official subscription.
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