Become a Demon Lord, sign in and develop for three hundred years

Chapter 44 Giving up the sword and giving up the knife

The southernmost point of the West Pole.

A cloud of purple mist suddenly burst out of the clouds, followed by a spiritual boat dozens of feet high.

At this time, the two golden elixirs and many Taoists on the spirit boat were already standing on the deck.

Looking down from the spirit boat, there are countless teams on the earth converging towards a huge volcano ahead.

"Didn't I say that only a dozen sects and aristocratic families received the invitation? How could there be so many people?"

Youdaozi saw what looked like a swarm of ants below and couldn't help but ask.

Master Liao Chenyu laughed and said,

"The Xuanbing Jie Sect is one of the top sects in the West, but it rarely gets involved in the battle between good and evil, and it does not exclude the children of aristocratic families.

Many small aristocratic families and small sects came to seek refuge and continued to rely on the protection of the Xuan Bing Jie Sect.

Since the main sect is hosting a birthday banquet for the Immortal Lord, these small aristocratic families and sects must come to express their sincerity even if they are not qualified to receive invitations. "

Just as he was talking, a giant fairy vine appeared in everyone's eyes.

The vine body penetrates directly from the side of the volcano, hanging between the mountains like a giant python. The vine whiskers, which are hundreds of feet high, are constantly waving in mid-air.

"What is this?" a Taoist exclaimed.

Huang Huabi, the real person, suddenly felt that iron could not become steel, and scolded, "I told you not to make a fuss!"

After a pause, he added: "This is the ninth-level magic weapon of the Xuanbing Tribulation Sect. It has been refined into ninety-nine and eighty-one prohibitions, which is very impressive."

The spirit boat flew towards the fairy vine.

That's where the Immortal Lord's birthday banquet is located.

As the spirit boat approached, everyone discovered that the leaves of this fairy vine were several miles wide.

The upper part of the leaves is dark and dull, dark and dull,

However, under the leaves, little bits of starlight are constantly swaying, illusory and blurred, floating in the sky, like swimming fish.

Master Liao Chenyu said, "No matter how many times I see this fairy vine, I am always shocked."

Just as the spirit boat arrived, two golden elixirs were greeted from the leaves of the fairy vine.

Behind him were a dozen beautiful female cultivators and handsome male cultivators holding palace lanterns. Then the ethereal singing slowly sounded.

"It turns out to be Master Liao and Master Huang, but we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Jin Dan on the left smiled, nodded, and said:

"Please invite the two immortals to go to the Yuzhen Platform, where the Immortal Lord will be.

Let these little ones play by themselves. They are not in the sect, so there is no need to restrain them.

The birthday banquet will begin in three days, and those who are ambitious will enter the fighting ring. "

……

Above the fairy vine.

A palace and pavilion was supported by the cloud platform and fell lightly.

Mysterious runes flashed across the palace wall,

Most of the guards have humanoid features, but there are gills behind the cheeks, and there are faint scales on the exposed arms.

Their cultivation levels were all in the late stage of Ningzhen, and their armors and weapons were of the same style. They looked imposing and majestic.

A pale green young man with a face like a crown jewel, wearing a moon-white gown, with two swords on his back, but he looks like a fairy.

I saw him opening his mouth and giving instructions, "Go and find out. Among the various sects and aristocratic families who came to celebrate their birthday this time, among the Taoists, the one with the lowest cultivation level is Ning Zhen Ji Zhuan. Which sect does he belong to?"

But one person next to him asked in confusion: "Brother, what do you mean?"

The butler at the bottom agreed and walked out. He was a Ninth Level Ningzhen.

The pale green young man gently called his hand, and the two flying swords landed lightly on his hand, like two green snakes, snaking in front of him.

"I, Xu Mingyuan, came to the Immortal Master's birthday banquet this time just to sharpen my sword and become famous.

This birthday banquet, Taoist disciples from all sects gathered together.

I was at the seventh level of Ningzhen, and I was invincible in this realm. Then I defeated the eighth level of Ningzhen, and finally I challenged the ninth level of Ningzhen.

After winning all the way, my momentum and thunder gathered together, which is what my true meaning of swordsmanship is. "

But I saw a flash of light in his eyes and a cold smile,

"This Immortal Lord's birthday banquet can almost be regarded as Xiaobi's sword. Then what kind of sword does Ming Tanzong know?

The last time I was killed by the Xuanhen Sword Sect was like chopping melons and vegetables. Are you worthy enough to question my Xu family? "

The man next to him nodded, "The Sword Transformation Competition is coming soon. Brother, I will sharpen my sword with all the sects in the world, and I will definitely achieve the supreme swordsmanship."

The pale green boy gently caressed the two swords in his hands, as if he was deeply in love,

“I have killed the person I love, Mingzhi, and I will only be able to do the sword for the rest of my life.

It took hundreds of years to sharpen a sword, but the frost blade has never been tested. Today, the green snake appears, showing off his lifelong ambition. "

……

Originally, each Taoist disciple was assigned a beautiful female cultivator to explain and guide.

However, Jiang Moshu didn't like others following him, so he asked about the location of the quiet room in the arranged residence.

The female cultivator in the late stage of Qi Yun was overjoyed and had a little blush on her face. She quickly brought Jiang Moshu to the quiet room.

Slightly shy, he murmured,

"This Taoist Master, there is a magic circle in this quiet room.

Apart from being isolated from prying eyes, you will never hear any movement from outside.

Even if there is a red wave inside..." When he said the last few words, his voice was like a mosquito.

Not everyone can go on this path of spiritual practice. Seizing the opportunity to become a Taoist monk is indeed the biggest wish of some monks.

Even becoming a concubine is not out of the question. Ordinary Ningzhen really doesn't dare to offend a concubine of a Jindan monk.

This was the first time Jiang Moshu saw what status Daozi held in the eyes of ordinary monks.

You actually recommend yourself to a pillow seat? !

No wonder each Dao disciple is assigned a female cultivator. Oh, it seems that there are also male cultivators for female Dao disciples to choose from.

The sect is playing such tricks, does your soul know about it?

"Get down!" Jiang Moshu waved his hand coldly.

Disappointment flashed across the face of the late-stage female cultivator, but she still managed to smile at Jiang Moshu and retreated.

In the quiet room, one person and one ghost were whispering.

"You're saying that Danyun Tower's divine intention of the sword is nothing but the sword. It doesn't seem like it."

Jiang Moshu recalled what the Xianzi figure said and did, and looked at his ghost maid with some confusion.

Shen Caiyan nodded, "The Nu family is also a little strange.

But Dao Ling doesn't lie. She seems to have embarked on a different kind of She Dao.

It's not about giving up, nor about killing it, but about integrating all your thoughts and emotions into the knife.

This road was also a pure path of swordsmanship, but it was a pity that she had not completely completed it when she died. "

Shen Caiyan waved her jade hand gently, and a long sharp sword emerged from the void leisurely.

The heroic and valiant immortal appearance reappeared in the world, but the eyes were frosty and misty, without any sparkle at all.

Shen Caiyan smiled mischievously, with a hint of cunning hidden in her eyes.

"Master, I didn't lie. It's really tangible and intangible. If you don't believe me, just touch it and see!"

Jiang Moshu quickly stepped back. This little girl was becoming more and more courageous.

But looking at the beauty holding the knife in front of him, Jiang Moshu felt a little sad.

Out of respect, I have always wanted to return the jade coffin of Danyun Tower to the Forest of Ten Thousand Monsters.

It's a pity that the jade coffin is still in the storage bag that I carry with me.

After Master Zheng of White Bone Peak refused, Master Xie of Wangui Peak also refused to accept the offer.

Very cowardly! It’s still Master!

It seems that I can only find opportunities in the future to return the jade coffin.

Thinking of the mutual appreciation and tacit understanding when holding swords against each other, Jiang Moshu sighed softly,

Now that you have turned into a sword spirit, you have indeed given up the sword and have nothing else.

Danyun Tower, I wonder if this is the realm you have ever wanted to achieve.

Just let your knife, come with me, to witness the splendor of this world.