The thin old man gave a soft drink, looked at the hilt of the magic sword, and said: "Feng Niang or Yuan Mo, I can choose one."
Before Pang Jian could speak, he added: "If I choose the source demon, I need to draw the sword with my own strength. If I can pull it out, it means that I may have the ability to control it. If I can't pull it out, the sword will continue to stay there."
Sword Tower."
"Whoosh!"
He flashed to the position of the Origin Demon Sword and sneered: "I don't have a long memory!"
His body quietly became transparent, and a light cyan spiritual sword, like the bones of his body, emerged from his blue robe.
Thousands of dazzling sword lights, like divine dragon lightning, penetrated into the wall where the source demon sword was inserted, instantly extinguishing all the dark demonic fires that invaded the sword tower.
In just a moment, the sword tower returned to its original shape.
The sword light belonging to him turned into many chains that were invisible to the naked eye, locking the Origin Demon Sword in the east.
His sword power and sword intention are constantly penetrating into the Demon Source Sword, attacking the power of the Demon Source Sword.
Soon, the Origin Demon Sword was severely weakened, and he screamed loudly: "Old man, if he was cut off by me back then, it's because Mo Nan was too weak to be promoted to true god smoothly."
"He sought to become a true god. He and his true god's body are integrated into one body. He may not be defeated by me!"
"It's not difficult, it's not difficult. It's not my fault that my desire to seek demons is too firm and I can't successfully become a god or demon."
"Pang Jian, if I am his wise master, he will help me become a true god of the human race."
"I'll take him away quickly!"
The screams of the Origin Demon Sword Soul gradually turned into cries.
The crying and howling stopped suddenly at a certain moment.
Pang Jian's eyes showed a strange color, and he could see that the three people in front of him were the souls of the three divine swords.
The sword will destroy their bodies.
The source demon sword inserted into the wall of the sword tower was suppressed by the three divine swords. The sword soul and sword body were suppressed and could not appear in human form.
"Yuan Mo, I would actually fall in love with such a boy."
A gloomy female voice suddenly sounded.
Pang Jian turned around and saw another strange sword with its hilt protruding from the corner of the first floor of the sword building.
That sword seemed to be made entirely of red bones, exuding a strong aura of death.
Feng Niang sneered and said: "Because of my creation, there is a sinful red bone city in the world of purgatory. I want to die more than the source demon. I will never be able to leave the sword tower."
"Oh, he is waiting for the sword tower to be destroyed, for Li Zhaotian to die, and for everyone to die." Red Bone Sword said with a smile: "Although the Purgatory human race has refined him, if no one is qualified to control him, then he will
Go find the alien gods in the sky."
"He is a swordsman, and he is not a human being. He has no sense of guilt about his destiny."
The Red Bone Sword fanned the flames: "Yuan Mo, please ask me to introduce him to Yidong. He heard from me that in the vast galaxy in the outer realm, there are so-called gods who spread death everywhere."
"He just likes guys like that!"
Red Bone Sword shouted.
The fat old man snorted coldly and said: "One day, he will kill me first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of sword lights flew out of his body and penetrated into the location of the red bone sword, wiping out the ideology of the red bone sword one by one.
The Origin Demon Sword and the Red Bone Sword suddenly became silent.
Pang Jian went to explore the corners again and saw a bloody sword hilt stuck in the wooden floor of the first floor.
That sword had a strong smell of blood, but its sword soul did not make a sound.
The Origin Demon Sword, the Red Bone Sword, and the Blood Sword seem to be spiritual swords that can reach the level of gods.
Those three swords were stained with too many sins, and the sword holders were all killed by the strong men of the sword tower. Otherwise, the sword... was pardoned and was suppressed on the first floor of the sword tower.
When he first came to Jianlou, Pang Jian was shocked by the powerful heritage of the sect.
Even if the Xindao sect declines, if a true god is born again, he will surely rise to the sky.
Among the divine swords he saw, there were three in front of him, and there were three other suppressed god-level evil objects.
What was in Li Zhaotian's leg must not be a magic sword, plus the one in Li Yuqing's leg.
The number of artifacts in the sword tower was astonishing to him.
"Have you thought about it?"
Feng Niang urged impatiently, "If you don't, mother, don't you deny the Source Demon Sword?"
At that time, the source demon could no longer make a sound.
Pang Jian hesitated and asked, "He wants to know the origin of the Demonic Origin Sword."
"Can."
The thin old man nodded slightly and said with a straight face: "The soul of this sword is called Origin Demon, and it is forged from a strange soul that does not belong to purgatory."
"The Source Demon Sword has one owner, Mo Nan, the master of the Demon Sword Sect. He failed in his attempt to attack the True God Realm and was corroded by the Demon Sword. However, Mo Nan, who failed to be promoted to the True God, not only did not die, but his combat power increased. He deliberately and
The gods from outside the world are communicating with each other in an attempt to attract the gods from outside the world to enter purgatory."
"In the past, a sword god before the sword tower, or his former... master, killed Mo Nan and broke the Origin Demon Sword into two pieces."
"A section of the Origin Demon Sword broke off and disappeared into the mist, never to be seen again."
"The other severed sword is restrained on this floor of the sword tower. In fact, the fear of the sword soul has been greatly weakened."
"But this sword is not very evil. The source demon is not a creature of purgatory. It will always try to infect the sword holder. Mo Nan, you will not be able to resist its infection, and will be controlled by it when it attacks the true god."
"I……"
The thin old man laid the groundwork and said solemnly: "He suggested that I choose Feng Niang."
Upon hearing that the Origin Demon was not a creature from purgatory, Pang Jian's eyes lit up and he immediately said: "He chose the Origin Demon Sword!"
He moved to the magic sword with a black jade-like hilt, held it decisively, and immediately exerted his strength.
The power all over his body exploded, and he circulated his energy and blood into his palms, and lifted it with all his strength.
The Source Demon Sword didn't move at all!
at the same time.
Hundreds of strange sword intentions followed the meridians of his palms and reached his sea of consciousness.
"Hoo! Hoo ho ho!"
Wisps of sword intent transformed into strange and strange monsters in the outer galaxy.
Some are extremely beautiful women, some are monsters that bite strong human beings, some are monsters with many demon souls gathered together, or there are demon eyes like abyss caves, and some are deep purple ogre flowers.
.
"His new master, he showed me what he can do!"
The alien demons transformed by the sword's will happily wandered in Pang Jian's vast sea of consciousness, heading towards the edge of the sea of consciousness.
All kinds of strange demons were clearly flying towards the edge of the sea of consciousness, but there was still a trace of soul thread connected to Pang Jian's golden soul.
Pang Jian stood upright, with a golden soul thousands of feet high in his sea of consciousness, looking coldly at the hundreds of strange demons flying around.
He felt that those sword-minded monsters were looking into his inner world.
There are strange demons from the outside world, quietly falling along the "spring eye" in the east of the sea of consciousness, trying to infect his ideology.
The golden spirit sneered.
"What are you laughing at?"
"New master, my aura is a little weird, my soul..."
"Eh!"
"boom!"
Hundreds of strange demons transformed from sword intent suddenly poured into Pang Jian's golden soul with the help of a little soul sensing!
All the strange demons were moving away from each other at the moment, becoming far away from Pang Jian's golden soul, but they all attacked Pang Jian's soul in one breath.
In an instant, Pang Jian was struck by hundreds of chaotic and turbulent thoughts and wills, which combined to attack the golden soul.
It was as if there were hundreds of spiritual torrents carrying thousands of distracting thoughts, rushing into his soul, trying to drown out his self-consciousness and destroying the imprint of his soul that did not belong to him.
"Outland, strange demons, then they are beyond my power?"
Pang Jian shook his head and sneered.
With a thought in his mind, he imagined that he was the great thunder pool that wiped out the souls of gods and demons, and mobilized the divine power of thunder outside the thunder vortex.
"Crack!"
Thousands of wisps of ghostly electricity that destroyed all sentient beings suddenly appeared from the three thousand divine consciousnesses that he had used to create the soul, and destroyed the secret technique of one will to restore the soul that was created by the source demon in the blink of an eye.
Pang Jian went to use the characteristics of his golden soul again, and said coldly: "Destroy..."
The power that could stifle the divine will of the gods in the outer realm quietly grew from his soul, and hundreds of chaotic and turbulent thoughts were wiped out one by one by the innate characteristics of the "Inferno Soul Bee".
In just a few breaths, all the strange demons transformed from sword intent that escaped into Pang Jian's sea of consciousness disappeared.
The sword soul source demon's aura suddenly became like a gossamer.
The thin old man noticed something strange. He let go of the suppression of the Cuoyuan Demonic Sword, frowned and said: "Pang Jian, that sword soul seems to have been damaged by me, I..."
"Damn old man, he, he doesn't want to choose him as the master. He suddenly realized that he will stay in the sword tower."
"Having been with us for many years, it feels... pretty good. He can't bear to leave us, so he will continue to accompany us and let Feng Niang fight with him in purgatory."
"I won't accompany you anymore."
The Source Demon Sword murmured feebly.
And then.
Pang Jian lifted his leg, and the broken sword, which was made of the same material as the hilt, was smoothly pulled out.
"Damn old man! I will continue to suppress him! Why don't you continue to put pressure on him!?"
"He obviously didn't want to leave, why did I suddenly let go?"
"Aren't I worried that when I go out, I will find his other half in the mist and tear down my damn place?"
The screams of the source demon came one after another.
"He feels that even if I find my other half and regain all my strength, I won't be able to do anything to him." The thin old man sneered, waved his sleeves and said, "We will dominate purgatory!"
Pang Jian, who was holding the black crystal jade broken sword, was thrown away by him with his sleeve along with the broken sword.
"Skinny man, I..."
The fat old man squinted his small eyes, looked at the sword hole where the Origin Demon Sword left, and said: "Did I feel that his soul is very similar to the soul of the foreign god?"
The thin old man said: "Well, because Yun is full of divinity."
"He has only been concentrating for a short time. Do I really trust him to take the Origin Demon Sword out?" Feng Niang said with a change of expression.
"Don't worry, it's because the Origin Demon can't infect him. If he does anything in Purgatory that makes people angry, it should have nothing to do with the Origin Demon, rather than his own true intention." The thin old man said.
With a stern face, he said: "Li Zhaotian chose him. That move is very dangerous, but it does bring hope to Jianlou."
"What hope?"
Feng Niang and the fat old man asked.
"Bring the sword tower from the second realm of purgatory to the first realm, or even bring it out of purgatory!" the thin old man shouted.