As soon as Pang Jian thought about it, his soul was like a piece of golden light, surrounding the source demon sword made of black crystal jade.
When his thoughts penetrated the sword body, he saw clusters of burning demonic flames, clusters of dark demonic clouds, trees, and river fields, all of which seemed to be generated by the demonic thoughts of the source demon.
The many demonic thoughts that were so languid before became full again like water emerging from the bottom of a dry well.
"He chose the Source Demon Sword, the evil sword of Demon Sword Sect Mo Nan, and it became the object of his control. That Pang Jian will eventually become an evil demon. I really hope he dies early."
"Hey, why didn't Qi Qingsong die in the Forbidden Land?"
"Master, he is increasingly disapproving of his fault. I really hope he dies while fighting aliens."
"Outer sect disciples, everyone is superior, everyone deserves to die."
"The sword tower should be destroyed as soon as possible!"
"..."
Various evil thoughts emerged from those demonic thoughts representing the source demon, which greatly surprised Pang Jian.
The evil thoughts are not the origin of the demon, but...the evil desires in the hearts of the nearby living beings, or their various negative emotions overflow, and somehow they are mobilized and gathered by the origin demon.
The source demon can also use this to restore its strength.
"Pang Jian, my soul is different from ordinary people and has the power to kill the divine consciousness. In his memory, there is a hell bee with that characteristic, so he can't pay me wrongly."
The thoughts of the source of demons arise from clusters of demonic thoughts.
It seems to have multiple thoughts that are not unified with each other, which is very similar to the clairvoyant.
"But he can extract evil thoughts from the outside of all living beings to grow stronger! Just leave that sword tower and put him in a crowded place. The evil thoughts, evil thoughts, and obscene and vicious thoughts that arise in their hearts will all be destroyed.
Become his food so that he can quickly regain his strength."
The source demon smiled proudly.
"call out!"
Pang Jian's consciousness turned into a piece of golden light, and every time a cluster of cloud flames representing his demonic thoughts was illuminated, his ideology would be eroded and dissolved.
However, after a while, the clouds of flames swam and gathered again.
By gathering the power of its demonic thoughts, the evil thoughts and evil thoughts that sometimes come out of the hearts of Jianlou disciples, protectors, and elders can be eliminated.
"He can't handle me, and I can't handle him!"
As the demonic thoughts were eroded, it became weak for a while and then gradually regained its strength.
It shouted: "He just wants to have a little thought, so that through the evil thoughts of the Jianlou disciples, the rest of the thoughts that I destroyed can be reunited!"
"One thought will never die, and a hundred thoughts can lead to rebirth!"
"Only if all his thoughts are erased by me, will he be annihilated into ashes. However, if that sword doesn't kill him, it will be reduced to scrap metal!"
"It depends on how I choose!"
It showed no fear and allowed clusters of thoughts to be erased by Pang Jian, constantly shouting: "Pang Jian, I made a wrong choice!"
Pang Jian paused and suddenly asked: "Can a foreign god from the outside world, a guy who claims to be an insight, be promoted by a demon like me?"
"good!"
The source demon didn't show his soul, and his tone was full of pride: "They, the demons, will never be a high-level ethnic group among the many ethnic groups in the outer galaxy."
"Demon Sword Sect, the sect leader Mo Nan, refined the demon from the outer realm into a sword soul." Pang Jian nodded lightly and commented: "He is also a genius."
"It's such a shame." Yuanmo sneered, not showing any respect to the master: "If he becomes a true god first, and then drags him to become a demon, he won't end up in Dongchang now."
During the conversation, more demonic thoughts surged into the sword, and it regained a lot of power.
"hey-hey!"
The source of the monster laughed: "Outside our sword tower, many people do not welcome my arrival. Many people want me to die, they want Li Zhaotian to die, and they also want Chen Weihuang to die."
"Very good, evil thoughts like that can help increase his power!"
"He likes places with many people and dirty, smoky environments, especially practitioners with strong souls. Their evil thoughts can give him more power."
"..."
The source demon kept chattering.
"Chi!"
Pang Jian used the power outside his body, using thunder and lightning, extreme cold force, blazing fireworks, and the light of the sun to sink into the sword and kill the source of the demonic thoughts.
"I, my power is so mixed and chaotic, how could Li Zhaotian choose me?"
"With my cultivation method, I can't reach the ultimate level of any great sword technique! I can't become a god, and that damn fat guy in the sword tower is blind!"
Clusters of demonic thoughts were destroyed by Pang Jian.
However, after just a moment or three, it gathers itself again and changes from weak to strong.
As it says, it cannot be eradicated unless all traces of its existence are wiped out.
I hope that in a place where there are many people and people’s hearts are complicated and treacherous, it can be restored to its original state soon.
"Does the devil from the outside world really have some thorny legs?"
Pang Jian frowned secretly.
"Buzz!"
The sword command sounded.
Qi Qingsong's urging voice came, telling him the location of Zuiyun Tower and asking him to come over as soon as possible.
"Zhiyun Tower, Shandong."
Pang Jian got up and left the cave.
Among those majestic mountains and rivers, there are towns and villages for outer disciples to live and roam, and there are many families of outer disciples, elders, and protectors.
After identifying the direction to the east, Pang Jian hung the Origin Demon Sword casually on his waist and headed straight for a large town.
Zuiyun Tower, a private room on the fifth floor.
Pang Jian was respectfully received. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qi Qingsong twisting the wine bottle. He put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him in. He introduced with a smile: "Pang Jian, his best brother!"
In the private room, except for Zhuang Yuyan who walked away quietly, everyone else stood up and crossed their legs in greeting.
"Tongming Peak, Junior Brother Jiang Yang. Pang, has he just entered the outer gate recently? Please take good care of him in the future."
"Yu Yue Peak, Duan Jing."
"Yu Leap Peak, Xu Xuanlun."
"Piaomiao Peak, Tang Can, is he following Senior Sister Zhuang? Please take care of him."
"Duanyuan Peak, Zeng Yulan."
"Duanyuan Peak, Song Zihe."
"I've met Junior Brother Pang."
Several people were holding wine glasses and had obviously been waiting for a long time. They all announced the name of the mountain peak and introduced themselves to Pang Jian.
"Those guys have a better relationship with him and Qi Qingsong."
Zhuang Yuyan smiled and said bluntly: "Every sect has its own small group inside and outside, and they are not the same group as them."
Pointing to the two female disciples of Duan Yuan Peak, Zhuang Yuyan said: "They are from Duan Yuan Peak. During a trial of the sect, they went through life and death with him and formed a deep friendship. They are very Tang Can, he and
He also comes from Piaomiao Peak, and I have always listened to his words."
Qi Qingsong said: "Duan Jing and Xu Xuanlun were the few people who had close contact with him when he became an outer disciple."
When he shut up, he pressed Pang Jian on the table, filled the glasses and started drinking and drinking.
After a few glasses of wine, Pang Jian was no longer so reserved, and the small group he formed with Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan gradually became more lively.
"When his master came back, he said that I was very impressive, and he actually tamed the Source Demon Sword into submission."
Zeng Yulan's beautiful eyes at Duan Yuan Peak were filled with brilliance.
She did not wear the usual blue robe, but specially changed into a close-fitting rose red dress, and frequently stood at the table to toast Pang Jian.
She has a graceful figure, swaying as she walks, and her face, lightly painted with makeup, has a seductive blush.
She came close to Pang Jian and said with a clear breath: "Junior brother, Sister Yuyan said that I saved everyone's lives outside the forbidden land of Jue Tian. From now on, if you ask me to deny the dangerous trial arranged by the sect, he can
Everyone begged to follow me."
"Smelly girl, I'm not very clever." Zhuang Yuyan said with a surprised smile.
He also studied under the elder Xu Wei and another female disciple, Song Zihe. She was thin, with picturesque features, and had the gentle charm of Xiaojiabiyu.
She seemed a little shy. Every time she toasted to Pang Jian, she bit her east lip, as if she didn't dare to look into Pang Jian's eyes.
Pang Jian, who had never experienced that kind of battle, passively responded to the deliberate intimacy of those peers and listened to their introduction to the relationships outside the sect.
The four elders, Liu Junhong, Guanghe, Wang Ce, and Xu Wei, have a good relationship with the original poster. It is also because of Li Zhaotian's guidance that they each assumed their respective positions.
Guanghe, who visits Mojian Peak all year round, the library, the artifact pavilion, Danwan, etc. are all managed by him.
Xu Wei, the Chongqing intelligence agency in charge of the Jian Tower, and the information Pang Jian received through the sword order from all major worlds were not collected by Xu Wei's arrangements.
Wang Ce helps Jianlou select disciples, the outer sect, the selection of outer disciples, Jianlou's laws, the Jianlou Eastern Mine, the harvest of the medicine garden, etc., he is responsible for everything.
Liu Junhong, in addition to communicating with external sectarian forces, also controls the major families that are attached to Jianlou.
"Before my master became the building owner, the elders who controlled those powers were actually others." Zhuang Yuyan frowned and said, "That power was once the mainstay of the sword building, but now it is also deeply rooted outside the sword building."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of several people outside the private room darkened.
"I listen..."
Zhuang Yuyan snorted coldly and said: "The most noisy room in Zuiyun Pavilion is occupied by that person's disciples all year round. Although that person has left the sword tower long ago and is wandering in the first realm, he
Never give up on getting involved in Jianlou."
"Is he?" Pang Jian asked curiously.
"Elder Jiang Ran."
"Outside the building, I have the highest seniority and the oldest elder. In Jianlou, the last sword god is his master." Qi Qingsong interrupted, saying: "Quchu, a sword god, appointed me as my master before he died.
For the new landlord, not for him."
"When my master became the master of the building, he was not promoted to the late stage of the Immortal Realm, so he was suppressed by him for many years."
"The four elders, the powers controlled by Ru Ming, are now firmly controlled by his people."
"No, he failed to attack the True God, and his realm fell to the middle stage of the Immortal Realm. He has not made any further progress for many years. My master has no way to hand over the positions he has sought for so much to his four masters."
Qi Qingsong revealed his affair.
"Stare! Kick!"
Footsteps sounded like drums, and they quickly arrived outside the private room, and then barged in without knocking on the door.
"He heard someone mention his master, and he came in to listen."
One person stood in front of the door, followed by some Jianlou disciples in splendid robes and jade robes.
He leaned against the door with his legs crossed and his shoulders, and sneered with a raised eyebrow: "What? Now that he's here, he doesn't dare to continue discussing?"