Zhang Jiuji's eyes narrowed slightly. He had heard about the name of this clan.
It is said that this tribe feeds on flesh and blood creatures and is extremely evil.
It's just that when the Immortal Clan was in charge of the world, they massacred immortals and evil spirits. The first ones to bear the brunt were the Nether Clan, Rakshasa, and Shura Clan.
These three tribes are all cruel and bloodthirsty, and they often destroy their territories and massacre the whole world.
Unexpectedly, there is actually a Rakshasa clan member in this Qingcang Mortal Realm.
"What? Are you scared?"
Seeing Zhang Jiuji's gloomy expression, a coldness suddenly flashed in Yin Yue's eyes.
"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I didn't expect that Jiuji would be able to see such a legendary being like Senior in his lifetime."
Zhang Jiuji shook his head and smiled bitterly, and suddenly took a deep breath, "Senior! The sword you are talking about must be that one, right?"
"That's right! This sword is called Nine Days Pagoda, and it is a treasure of the immortal clan. However, it was defeated by the immortals and demons during the expedition, and now it has lost its former power."
Yin Yue's face flashed with a look of sadness, obviously she hated the person from the Immortal Clan who sealed her in the first place, "Originally, the person from the Immortal Clan sealed me so that I could act as the soul of this sword to help him in his conquest.
Heaven and Earth, I didn’t expect that in the last battle, he was seriously injured and fell into this world. Now his life and death are unknown. However, after hundreds of thousands of years have passed, he is probably dead, otherwise he would never leave this sword alone."
"Senior, how can I help you?"
Greed flashed in Zhang Jiuji's eyes, the things of the immortal clan!!
Even if the power of this sword is even less than ten, I'm afraid it's not comparable to an ordinary holy weapon.
What's more, a supreme powerhouse serves as the soul of the sword. Once he can control this sword, what is the contemporary sequence and the thirteen taboos? What is there to worry about?
"The sword itself is so powerful that it reaches the sky. The sword's blade can transform a hundred-foot-long domain, which is called Pagoda. Even if the most powerful person enters this domain, his body will feel heavy, like carrying a mountain on his back, making it difficult to move even an inch."
Yin Yue glanced at Zhang Jiuji with some admiration, "Even if no one is in control now, it is difficult for an ordinary holy realm to bear the power of this sword. You are pretty good."
"Haha, senior is ridiculous! So, as long as I can control this sword, can I help senior get out of trouble?"
Zhang Jiuji took advantage of the situation and asked, but Yin Yue shook her head slightly, "I have been integrated with this sword for a long time. It's just that I don't want to help that person from the immortal clan, so I still have my wisdom. But even so, I'm afraid it won't happen again."
In a hundred years, I will be completely devoured by this sword."
"This...is there no other way?"
Zhang Jiuji pretended to be distressed, but deep down he was already secretly thinking about how he could get this Rakshasa girl to help him control the sword.
"Well, but... there are still a hundred years. If you can control this sword, maybe you can take me... around. It has been hundreds of thousands of years, and I am tired of the darkness."
Yin Yue raised her head and looked up at the abyss. If she had not been tenacious and stood on the top of the sky, she would have gone completely crazy in this dark time.
But, inexplicably, there seemed to be a flicker of evil in her eyes.
"Is this sword difficult to control?"
Zhang Jiuji looked happy and turned to look at the ancient sword hilt stuck on the top of the bone mountain.
Although he is the Holy Body of Creation and has practiced the ancient classics passed down by his master, he does not have the most powerful spiritual treasure in his body.
Once he can control this sword of the Immortal King, and there is a supreme strongman protecting his path for hundreds of years, who else in the Qingcang world will be his opponent.
According to this routine, there must be secrets about this Rakshasa girl. When Zhang Jiuji's cultivation gradually becomes stronger, new secrets of the world will be revealed bit by bit.
In this way, during the progress of the plot, some ancient conspiracies are interspersed and suspense foreshadowing is set up, which makes people want to stop.
Even for this Rakshasa girl, we must not make her truly insane at first, otherwise she will be criticized as brainless. We need to make her have some purpose, and then she will be convinced by the protagonist's character through life and death trials.
In this way, the plot advancement is reasonable and exciting.
"This sword has killed all the evil spirits in the nine heavens, and even I am deeply afraid of the evil spirit in it. With your level... once your Taoist heart becomes unstable, you are likely to fall into eternal catastrophe."
Yin Yue spoke solemnly, sighed softly, and the coldness in her eyes flashed away, "Actually, you don't have to take this risk. As long as you swear by your Taoist heart that you will not expose my whereabouts, I... will let you go.
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"Senior!! You underestimate Jiuji too much! I will never go back on what I said. Jiuji is willing to give it a try just to lead senior out of this abyss!"
Zhang Jiuji had a determined look on his face, and there seemed to be brilliance blooming from his body.
Just kidding, a supreme servant, an ancient fairy sword, all these blessings are presented to your face, only a fool would refuse!
Hearing this, Yin Yue's eyes became softer, she nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the top of Bone Mountain, but the moment she turned around, there was actually a hint of extreme evil deep in her eyes.
"Then you come with me, and I will try my best to help you control this sword."
"Thank you, senior!"
Zhang Jiuji took a deep breath, and there seemed to be a Taoist rhythm flowing around his body.
All around him, the sun and moon shine together, evoking the light and holy will.
And his steps were extremely difficult to move forward.
Sweat was pouring from his head, but the young man's face was unusually determined, which was inexplicably moving.
Time passed slowly, and for seven days, it was not until Zhang Jiuji fell to the top of the Bone Mountain with a tired look on his face that the hilt of the divine sword reached a short distance in front of him.
Looking at the young man who was soaked in sweat, Yin Yue nodded slightly, with an evil light in his eyes.
A good character.
It is obvious that this young man already possesses all the qualities of a strong man.
Talent, character, and even emotional intelligence are the best choices.
Such a person will surely shine in an era, and will also face many enemies.
This abyss is now a purgatory on earth, and no living beings of flesh and blood would come here rashly.
Therefore, in the past hundred years, it has been difficult to supplement meat during the lunar month.
But her body was imprisoned and she couldn't get out of this abyss.
And as long as Zhang Jiuji can control this sword, she can follow him out of this place and conquer all the way.
By then, won’t flesh, blood, soul, and everything be there?
Yes, it is difficult for her to break free from the shackles of this fairy sword. She may be alive, but who is willing to perish?
Assisting Zhang Jiuji to reach the top of the sky, isn't it a kind of salvation for her?
"You take a rest and see if you can suppress this sword with spiritual power. I will help you suppress the evil intention in it."
A touch of gentleness bloomed on Yin Yue's face, and her eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.
Hundreds of thousands of years have passed. I wonder how many people in this world today still remember her, the Yin Moon Demon Temple?
"I'm fine! Senior! Let's get started."
Zhang Jiuji shook his head. He had already been delayed here for seven days. He was afraid that Fifth Senior Sister had probably arrived at Daotian City. If he continued to delay, she would be worried.
Thinking like this, Zhang Jiuji immediately stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the ancient sword.
"Buzz!!"
Suddenly, from the depths of the abyss, there was a sudden sound of sword chanting.
Thousands of feet of rays of light tear through the darkness and illuminate the sky.
A look of surprise immediately appeared on Zhang Jiuji's face. At this time, he seemed to feel that around him, the ancient scriptures of Yuan Tian were deduced by themselves, and the divine power of the sun and the moon were intertwined and fused, just like the Hongmeng reappeared at the beginning of the creation of the world.
The entire bone mountain trembled with a roar, and there was an endless Taoist rhyme that went up and down for thousands of miles.