Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six Path Swords Are Not That Useful
A look of surprise flashed in Nanhai King's eyes.
Elder Zhang actually called the evil demon in front of him a Taoist friend? And he just ran away like a mouse seeing a cat.
However, he was also a smooth person, and he instantly decided to leave with Elder Zhang, who was far more powerful than him. As for what happened to Nanhai City, he didn't care.
As long as you live, the most indispensable thing in this world is low-level cultivators and mortals!
Even if this evil demon destroys the entire Nanhai City, he can still rebuild it.
The menacing group of people wanted to leave at a faster speed.
However, when Fang turned around, he saw that the evil spirit had appeared on their way out of nowhere and blocked their way.
"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean by this?" Elder Zhang's face was very ugly. He sensed that the demon was coming with bad intentions, and he wished he could kill this deceitful descendant of Nanhai King with a slap in the face.
At this moment, he understood that because of his greed for reward, he had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation. If he was not careful, he would fall.
"Since you have delivered it to your door, don't leave. I can feel the delicacy of your life, so serve it well!" The evil god's three blood-red eyes showed naked appetite.
This look made Elder Zhang's heart feel cold.
"If I'm not mistaken, fellow Taoist, you were born not long ago, so I may not be afraid of you. Letting me go will be beneficial to everyone."
Elder Zhang got close to this evil spirit one by one, and in the end, he actually asked me to leave, instead of asking me to leave.
This is tantamount to not intervening in protecting other cultivators for the sake of self-protection.
To put it bluntly: "You want to eat them, I don't care."
Nanhai King naturally heard this meaning, and his face became very ugly.
"Jie Jie...Human beings are really ugly, and true immortals cannot emerge. Who can stop me? Are you worthy of negotiating terms with me? You'd better accept your fate obediently." The evil demon looked at Elder Zhang and his party with a ghost hand in a black mist.
Exploring suddenly.
"Evil heretic! You really think we are afraid of you!" Elder Zhang saw that the negotiation had broken down, and he called us "we" again in his words.
He touched a red dead branch in his hand, and a blazing white flame as thick as a bowl suddenly shot out, instantly turning into a powerful river of flames in the air. The whole sky was reflected like daylight.
"Quick, before he fully recovers, use your strongest magical power to attack him together!" Elder Zhang shouted.
However, no one responded to his words. When he saw it from the corner of his eye, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just listen to the sound of whooshing in the air.
The King of Nanhai and other four foundation-building cultivators, seeing Elder Zhang making an attack, took the opportunity to use their magical powers to escape in a frantic manner, using extremely agile movements.
It's clear to use him to block the gun.
"Fuck!" Elder Zhang was furious.
The next moment, the river of flames greeted that simple grab.
The crackle sounded like a series of muffled thunder, sparks flew everywhere, and the ghost claws were made of divine iron, moving up against the flow of fire.
The great river of flames was broken into pieces and kept falling to the ground. The power of the broken flames was like meteors falling from the sky, igniting fires in Nanhai City, with thick smoke billowing and panicked screams everywhere.
It's like the end of the world.
"The Great River of Flame! He is the master of Huayan Sect!" A cultivator shouted in surprise in despair.
Huayan Sect is the closest cultivation sect in Nanhai City, and ranks in the middle of the thirty-three sects, enjoying a very high prestige in this area.
"This river of flames is so majestic that it is obviously not something that ordinary disciples can condense. We are saved!"
The despair that fills the entire Nanhai City is like the boundless sea drowning people, and Elder Zhang is like the last life-saving straw for these weak people.
The black mist is still shrinking along Nanhai City, and wherever it passes, there is no grass growing, like a machine that harvests life.
"No, this black mist blocks the transmission of the telegraph!"
Someone discovered the clues and knew that Nanhai City was now in a dilemma.
Those who were exposed to the black mist were bound to die. Mortals, casual cultivators, and experienced sect cultivators panicked and rushed toward the center of the city. They watched the battle between Elder Zhang and the evil demon at close range, and their hearts were horrified and shocked.
Elder Zhang's face was red, struggling to support the river of flames.
I saw sparks all over the sky, and in the center, a strange and eerie cold air quickly approached, and the heat of the real fire seemed to be frozen. The ghost claws were like sharp blades cutting through the clear water, and they were in front of Elder Zhang in an instant.
The huge ghost claw slammed into his chest.
Poof! Elder Zhang spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked several dozen meters away before he regained his balance.
Everyone below him exclaimed in unison.
Nanhai Wang and others seized the opportunity and escaped far away in an instant, only to encounter the shrinking black mist.
"Staying here means sitting back and waiting to be killed. Break!"
A person enshrined the defense method, and with the help of the magic weapon, his speed increased sharply and he rushed through the black mist.
But he only heard the sound of chi chi, and in the blink of an eye, his protective power was broken one after another. The worshiper retreated in panic. If he took one step slower, he would fall here.
"What should I do? Do I have to wait for the demon to be slaughtered?" Another worshiper panicked.
The King of Nanhai looked uncertain. He turned his hand and took out a rune.
Bang!
Runes exploded in the air.
The Tiger Talisman of Nanhai City!
All Nanhai City cultivators finally got the signal and rose into the air one after another. In the night sky, all kinds of true power turned into streams of light and gathered towards this side.
At this moment, only relying on Elder Zhang's highest combat power here can we have a glimmer of hope.
"Follow me!" Nanhai King slowly flew back.
When Elder Zhang met the King of Nanhai, the expressions on both sides' faces were very wonderful.
"Elder Zhang, now we can only have a chance of survival if we unite as one." Nanhai King said with a solemn expression.
United as one? Who just blocked the gun with me and ran faster than a rabbit?
Elder Zhang glanced at Nanhai King coldly, swallowed his resentment, and nodded.
I wanted to betray this cheap financial backer at first, but I didn't expect that he would be in the first year of junior high school and the king of Nanhai would be in the fifteenth year, and the retribution would come so quickly.
Of course, both parties clearly understand that once there is a chance to survive, no one will stay for the other party.
Various kinds of real power lit up the sky, looking up from below, they looked like stars of various colors, which made many cultivators who were not from the Nanhai faction excited and rushed to the sky.
Seeing the murderous cultivators, the evil god laughed.
"A swarm of ants!"
"Give it to me!" As the King of the South Sea shouted loudly, the voice of Yukong pierced the night sky, and countless cultivators held various magic weapons in their hands and rushed towards the evil god.
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Under the ancestral home of the Long family.
The stone chamber was shattered and in a mess.
There is a bottomless pit in the middle.
Wang Chen gritted his teeth and struggled to sit up.
"This old ghost is so evil." The pain all over his body came over like a tide, and even the small movement of sitting up made him grimace in pain.
Even though this evil god has been sealed for a thousand years and his cultivation level is very low at this moment, he was still almost killed in one blow.
Fortunately, the Six Paths Sword Qi has the innate ability to restrain such evil spirits, and the Baifa Mingmen has first-class defensive sword techniques, so he can save his life.
Gritting his teeth and activating his true power, the six small swords floated up and shed golden light, repairing Wang Chen's body. The golden light came up from the bottom of the cave.
"Listen!" Xiao Yao panicked and kept jumping.
In mid-air, thunderous sounds of fighting, shouts, and the evil god's wild laughter resounded in the air, and the screams were endless.
here we go.
This Nanhai City is not a big city, and no one can stop this evil thing. Once it absorbs enough life force, no one can stop it.
Wang Chen was very worried. He had caused this disaster, but he had no way to clean up the mess.
"Run quickly!" Xiaoyao looked like you were going to suffer a loss just now if you didn't listen to the old man's words.
"Run? I released this thing. I want to kill him!" Under the light of the Six-Path Sword, Wang Chen's injuries recovered a little. He took out some healing elixir and poured it into his mouth as if it was free of charge.
Then he threw the empty bottle aside in frustration. These healing pills were just collected from other people's storage rings. They were not of high quality and had extremely limited effects.
He regretted not preparing some high-level elixirs.
"When has this happened? Is it useful to be impulsive? Is it useful to be tough? When someone hits you, it's like swatting a fly. Is it useful if you rush up to them?"
"Run! I don't care if the flood comes after you run away! Listen to me!" Xiaoyao shouted angrily at Wang Chen's words.
As luck would have it, Wang Chen simply stopped talking and completely ignored Xiao Yao's sincere words.
"Are you stupid!" Xiaoyao shouted in his ear, and then looked at Wang Chen who was as stubborn as an ox, extremely anxious.
As the Evil God just grabbed him, most of the statues that Wang Chen regarded as the Evil God's servants standing neatly on both sides of the stone chamber had collapsed, with only one still standing.
This is a statue of a scribe, with long hair and long gown, and a handsome face.
Neither Wang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, nor Xiao Yao, who looked depressed, noticed that light blue light spots slowly flowed out from the statue, converging into a human shape glowing with misty blue light.
The eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as that of the statue.
The figure wavered and came to Wang Chen.
The scribe looked down at Wang Chen, blankly looking at the main sword of humanity and the small sword with healing power, with a look of thought in his eyes.
Wang Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked back.
"I didn't expect that I could see two old friends before they disappeared." The scribe's eyes softened and he asked lightly:
"Noodles...that dragon blood centipede, is it still okay?"
Hearing this, Wang Chen was shocked.
In the world of cultivation, the birth of the Six Paths Sword inheritance is considered a minor event.
However, the story of a casual cultivator who acquired the inheritance of the Six Paths Sword and became a cultivator's demon has been given a layer of mystery by word of mouth.
As the person involved in the rumors, Wang Chen knew very well that even Yin Shiyu, who had been entangled with him twice to the death, did not know the details of his acquisition of the Six Paths Sword.
"Have you untied the golden thread?" The scribe's eyes contained expectation.
"I did untie the golden thread around the dragon's blood centipede's waist." Wang Chen nodded.
"Senior Dragon Blood Centipede should be in the late stage of foundation building. I saw it crawling into the depths of the Forbidden Forest with my own eyes. I believe that with its current level of cultivation, it will live a good life."
The dragon-blooded centipede had protected him to obtain the Six Paths Sword inheritance, just like the strange bird on the Red Flame Mountain. In Wang Chen's heart, he was more worthy of the title of senior than many cultivators who seemed to be highly virtuous and respected, but in fact were just arrogant.
And this scribe calls the Six Paths Sword an old friend."
He once again revealed the existence of the dragon-blooded centipede, and even called out a nickname that was in stark contrast to that ferocious beast. The person who also revealed that the dragon-blooded centipede was restricted by a trace of gold could only be the owner of the underground palace.
It was also the senior expert who suppressed two thousand-year-old corpse demons in that underground palace and used them to refine swords.
Wang Chen's mood was ups and downs.
The scribe's dazed face suddenly showed a relieved smile, as if he had finally been freed from thousands of years of worries and entanglements.
"Excuse me, senior's name?" Wang Chen finally asked.
Back in the Guangyuan Tongjianlu, he had carefully studied the information about the successors of the Six Paths Sword.
According to legend, the person who received the Master Sword of Humanity was a swordsman named Wu Shang, and he was also the only successor who mastered two sword techniques.
"Name? I've been sleeping for a long time and have long forgotten it. But when I saw my old friend, I remembered a few sword techniques." The scribe's face turned cold.
"You want to have sex with me?" Wang Chen became very wary. Although he was anxious at the moment, he would not seek medical treatment in a hurry.
"It couldn't be easier for me to have sex with you, but it doesn't have to be this way."
Between the words of neither joy nor sorrow, the scribe turned into a point of light and drifted away.
At the same time, a sword seal formed instantly and floated behind Wang Chen.
Boom! The terrifying power was injected into his body through the sword mark, making his skin instantly become like gold.
"Can it turn into six sword seals?"
He opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the Six-Path Sword that was glowing like a candle in the wind. The recovery speed of the injuries in his body was no less than ten times faster than before.
This feeling was as if there was an invisible force controlling him, carefully correcting the flawless sword techniques that he had practiced on his own.
In just a moment, his body recovered to some extent. Wang Chen never thought that that small sword could have such terrifying recovery ability.
The looming golden light pierced the darkness, and the three six-path swords were like soldiers waiting to be dispatched, floating beside Wang Chen, but only the unfamiliar voice spoke faintly.
"You have only practiced the Human Sword Art briefly, but that is enough."
"But the Six Paths Sword is not used like this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Master Sword of Humanity fell into his hand, buzzing and trembling, as if he was excited as an old friend reunited.
The golden light patterns quickly shuttled and intersected, gathered and condensed, turning into a sword seal, like a flame-shaped aperture, with mysterious Sanskrit characters and flowing golden patterns. It was countless times more exquisite than the sword seal condensed by Wang Chen himself.
A golden light flashed across his eyes, and Wang Chen looked up at the sky. Black mist filled the sky, and there were no stars or moon. He took a step in vain.
Raise your sword!
boom!
Amidst the roar of the sword, a golden light soared into the sky.