Although he was seriously injured by Shen Wuyu when he broke through, Jian Twelve had indeed broken through. The powerful real energy from the Heaven Transformation Realm quickly condensed at his fingertips, forming a straight golden edge that burst out. Above the edge, flowed There are streaks of chaotic matter as thin as silk threads, but the light contains a more powerful flavor of destruction.
Yuan Futu looked at this scene in astonishment. The moment the golden light burst out, an ancient blue formation suddenly appeared one foot in front of the Qingfeng sword.
Boom!
The entire secret realm of the Sword Tomb trembled, large and small stones fell, and the golden edge was embedded in the blue formations, struggling violently.
"This is... the seal arranged by the first sect master." Yuan Futu suddenly understood.
Jian Twelve snorted heavily and said: "No matter how powerful the formation pattern is, it cannot last forever and I can break it!"
The golden edge let out a clear scream, causing the ancient formation to collapse inward, bursting out cracks as thick as the mouth of a bowl.
Jian Twelve was so powerful that he not only restored the true essence of the Heaven Transformation Realm, but also absorbed part of the power of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure, so that this golden edge was unusually sharp and domineering, breaking through the defense of the ancient formation in an instant , hitting the hilt of the Qingfeng Sword straight.
This supreme spiritual treasure that had been suppressed here for thousands of years suddenly suffered an almost terrifying attack. It flew away from the bloody mound with a bang and was inserted diagonally into the stone wall next to it, with only the hilt exposed.
Jian Twelve's old face was filled with excitement. He raised his feet, stepped on the soft red blood soil, and walked to the top step by step.
At this moment, a terrifying coercion fell from the sky, causing Yuan Futu to feel a strong sense of suffocation. He felt as if he was trapped in the bottom of the sea. The infinite pressure penetrated every inch of space, from the body to the soul, and even produced a An unfounded fear.
His body was trembling, and he felt extremely scared, but he didn't know what he was afraid of. He just stared at the burial ground with wide eyes.
The entire secret realm of the Sword Tomb was shaking violently, as if a long-suppressed force was gradually reviving, as if the volcanic magma that had been stored for tens of thousands of years was about to erupt completely.
Large tracts of red blood soil were overturned, and the countless flying swords inserted on them made piercing screams. It seemed that not only Yuan Futu, but even these extremely high-quality spiritual treasures felt the fear that penetrated into their bones.
Only Jian Twelve was smiling crazily.
call!
Suddenly, large streams of black air emerged from the red blood soil, like black pythons swimming in the secret realm, creating an extremely strange scene.
Yuan Futu seemed to smell a very strong refining and filthy breath in his breath, which was very much like demonic energy. However, compared with this strange power, the demonic energy was as small as a drop in the ocean. It seemed that only the power contained in the fairy weapon could Comparable to it.
Boom!
With a loud thunder, the entire red blood mound was exploded, countless spiritual treasures were scattered everywhere, and deep in the secret realm, a bloody sword shadow slowly emerged.
This sword shadow has been silent for thousands of years. As soon as it appeared, it immediately set off a frenzy of black energy, making the secret realm seem to have fallen into the Nine Nether Purgatory. Everywhere was filled with the smell of decay and death.
This was the first time that Yuan Futu saw the legendary Wang Jian, a spiritual treasure forged from the bones of a true demon. With difficulty, he could clearly see the face of Wang Jian through the thick black aura.
It is suspended high above, just like its king status among all spiritual treasures. The hilt of the sword is a black alien head, with sharp fangs biting the blood-red blade.
At this moment, there were hundreds of seal formations, large and small, suspended around Wang Jian. When they were rushed by the demonic energy, they were immediately filthy, their light dimmed, and they burst into pieces.
All the shackles of the first sect leader on this sword have been completely released at this moment.
Snap!
The hilt of Wang Jian was already held by Jian Twelve. In an instant, endless demonic energy surged out and adhered to his body, forming two huge wings on his back, like burning black flames.
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At this moment, in Yuan Futu's eyes, Jian Twelve had long lost the awe-inspiring righteousness of the original master of the Sword Sect, and was just a demon attacked by evil energy.
"King Sword!!! I finally got the King Sword!! Hahahahaha!" Jian Twelve raised his head and laughed loudly. The black demonic energy penetrated into his body at an alarming speed, eroding his flesh, bone marrow, and acupoints.
From the internal organs to the golden elixir in the Yuanshen Sea.
"You once said that using the King's Sword is tantamount to becoming a demon, and once you become a demon, you will not be able to turn back!" Yuan Futu shouted, hoping that the sect leader would not perish like this.
He didn't know what a demon was, but he knew that becoming a demon would be a devastating disaster for the Tianxuan Sword Sect.
Jian Twelve lowered his head, and his eyes were suddenly turned into pitch black, even the whites of his eyes were swallowed up. There was no longer any light. He said with a cold smile: "But I also said that when Jian Zong is about to perish,
At that time, it will be the day when the demon sword appears. Moreover, I have absorbed the power of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure and am able to master this demon sword, so I will not be possessed by the demon, and I will gain enough power to compete with the old monk of the Six Paths."
When Yuan Futu saw those eyes as dark as night, his heart beat violently.
The former master of the Sword Sect was holding this royal sword forged from the bones of a real demon, with a pair of demon eyes open, and his whole body burning with surging demonic energy, standing proudly in the secret realm of the sword tomb.
He slowly raised the sword, raised it above his head, and pointed it straight upward.
bass!
A bloody sword light shot up into the sky, blasting open the dome of the secret realm of the Sword Tomb.
"You stay here. When I take back Sword Sect, I will reopen the sky-swallowing formation. When I have a magic weapon and a Chaos Spiritual Treasure, I can lead Sword Sect back to the top and even surpass it.
Mountain Temple!" Jian Twelve said every word, with infinite confidence in his tone.
Back then, the Maha Prajna Temple became the first Taoist sect in the world with a Chaos Spiritual Treasure.
Back then, Shushan stepped into the top sect with an immortal weapon.
And now, Jian Twelve has obtained a magic weapon, and the Chaos Spiritual Treasure is also in his bag, so the Tianxuan Sword Sect is bound to sweep across the imperial court in the near future.