"Is he Li Zhaotian's new closed disciple?"
"Li Zhaotian, do you still plan to make him the future owner of the Sword Tower?"
"I don't see what's so special about him."
"Li Zhaotian shamelessly stayed in the Immortal Realm for many years and refused to attack the True God, saying that he had not found a suitable successor. In my opinion, he is just a coward and making excuses for himself!"
"No, he has finally chosen a boy now. Is it time for him to become a true god?"
"Can he take on the important task of being the owner of the Sword Tower?"
"..."
It was like stepping into a vegetable market, with an extremely noisy sound coming from the floors below.
Pang Jian couldn't help but be stunned.
The sword tower is shaped like an inverted nine-story pagoda. The ninth floor is the flattest, with a stairwell opening in the center that leads directly to the floors below.
On the ninth floor, what he saw were wide spiritual swords, spiritual swords as narrow as a finger, black iron, precious crystals, gold, and many other spiritual swords made of different materials.
Some swords have no obvious brilliance, like scrap copper and iron, while some swords have a brilliant brilliance and are very eye-catching.
Some swords are placed on the wooden board, some swords are in sword cases, and some swords are inserted on the wooden board, as if they draw strength from them to warm the blade.
On the ninth floor platform, Pang Jian took a quick look and found that there were hundreds of spirit swords.
However, it was not the spirit swords on this level that made the noisy discussion.
"Without the birth of a sword soul, it can only be regarded as a high-level spiritual weapon at best, and its value is not that great."
Pang Jian walked down the stairs.
In the nine-story sword tower, the edge points downward, and the level of the spiritual sword increases as you go down.
Eighth, seventh, sixth.
The three floors of the sword tower were also filled with all kinds of spiritual swords, but no sword souls were born either. No matter how exquisite and strange they looked, Pang Jian ignored them all.
Starting from the fifth floor, the number of spiritual swords began to decrease significantly, with only twenty or thirty on the first floor.
Some of the spirit swords here are displayed in cabinets, some are in special crystal jade, and some are inserted into wooden boards.
The spirit sword here can already make a chirping sound.
Pang Jian casually touched a spiritual sword that was two fingers wide, three feet long, and as thin as a cicada's wings.
In the sword.
A 28-year-old girl in her prime, with bright and gorgeous clothes, said with a sinister look in her eyes: "Get your dirty hands off!"
She glared at Pang Jian fiercely in her sword.
The sharp sword light suddenly erupted, almost cutting Pang Jian's fingertips, forcing Pang Jian to let go.
"The melons that are forced are not sweet."
A lead-grey broad sword inserted into the wooden wall, he said with a playful smile: "Come here, pull me out, uncle, and I will let you go!"
"Little master, don't pick and choose, take me with you, and we will conquer the world together!"
"Buzz! Buzz!"
The sound of a sword suddenly sounded. The sword wanted to break away from the wall, but it didn't seem to have such ability.
"Little master, choose me, choose me!"
"You are Li Zhaotian's apprentice and the future owner of the Sword Tower. If I accompany you to conquer the world of purgatory, I will definitely be famous all over the world!"
"I feel it. You are practicing the secret of extreme cold, and I am the most suitable for you!"
"Buzz!"
Among the many spiritual swords on the fifth floor, some rejected him and cursed him, while others took the initiative to invite him.
Pang Jian did not touch with his body, but instead felt with his soul. He could faintly see that there was a sword soul in each spiritual sword.
They may be in human form, or alien beasts, or monsters, and some may appear as a mist or a gem crystal.
The sword souls are all kinds of strange and weird.
But without exception, they cannot leave the sword, nor can they move with the sword.
"Not a good choice either."
Pang Jian went down to the fourth and third floors.
The result is the same.
The third, fourth, and fifth level spiritual swords have reached the level of holy weapons and already have sword souls, but they are not considered top holy weapons.
When he reached the second floor, he found that there were only twelve spiritual swords, all floating in the air.
As soon as Pang Jian came down, twelve spiritual swords flew over, flying around him, chattering and making comments about him.
From these twelve spiritual swords, Pang Jian felt the obvious mystery of the great avenue.
It seems that if you choose a sword at will, you can become a god in the future by using the great path in it.
"Lan Meng was given a boy named Qi Qingsong and has since left us."
"He is in the same group as that guy, and he also wants to choose a path to become a god, but the aura in his body is mixed, and he is not suitable for us at all."
"He is not qualified to become a god. I don't think highly of him."
"Well, with his qualifications, he should choose a sword. We don't welcome him here."
The twelve spiritual swords actually formed a small group on the second floor of the sword tower. Their opinions were surprisingly unified and they immediately sentenced Pang Jian to death.
Afterwards, the twelve spiritual swords returned to their respective positions as if they were too lazy to pay attention to him.
Still didn't say a word.
Pang Jian glanced at it and knew that he might not be able to capture any of the spiritual swords on this level.
So, he fell straight to the first floor.
As soon as he came in, his face was shocked.
He didn't see the sword, but three people!
There are two old men, one fat and one thin, wearing blue robes. They are obviously the seniors of Jianlou.
The two of them were playing chess with black and white flags in hand, while a flaming phoenix floated in the air.
The old man playing chess seemed not to have seen him come in, and was still immersed in the chess game.
The flame phoenix transformed into a peerless woman in blue. She smiled lightly at Pang Jian and said, "You refined a drop of phoenix marrow, but you didn't become a heavenly phoenix divine guard. This is very interesting."
Pang Jian was secretly shocked.
"Your soul..."
She frowned and felt it silently for a few seconds, her expression gradually becoming serious.
"I have never experienced such majestic divinity in any human being in the Concentration Realm! In the past few years, during the opening of purgatory, some people also captured the puppets of alien gods and cast divine souls by refining divinity."
"but……"
She shook her head and said solemnly: "Nothing is as good as you."
The two old men playing chess turned their attention away from the chessboard and looked at Pang Jian curiously.
"Fengniang, are you sure?"
the thin old man asked.
"Um."
The woman transformed from the fire phoenix said: "There were people in the past who gave all the divine consciousness in the Dongxuan realm divinity to create a divine soul. But those people's divine consciousness was far less than him."
"You two..."
Feng Niang smiled indifferently, bowed slightly and said, "He and I are destined to be together. I have fallen in love with him. Let's say goodbye."
"Feng Niang, don't pursue your sister's death after you go out. Otherwise, I'm afraid that you will annihilate even this soul, and you may also cause the destruction of the sword tower!"
The thin old man reminded seriously.
"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble to Jianlou." Fengniang said duplicitously.
"Crack! Click!"
In the corner of this floor, there was a strange noise coming from something.
Pang Jian looked in shock, saw a black crystal handle, and struggled to pull it out.
That is also a sword.
It's just that the blade of the sword is completely embedded in the wooden board, and only the black jade-like handle is exposed, so it is inconspicuous.
"Source Demon!"
The expressions of the two old men and Flame Phoenix changed.
Balls of black magic fire burned from the black crystal handle, and a twisted and cruel aura of madness surged out from the black magic flame, instantly filling the entire sword tower.
The nine-story sword tower suddenly turned black, as if it was smeared with ink.
"Origin Demon Sword!"
"Why is this sword moving?"
"what happened?"
Inside the sword tower, all the spiritual swords were frightened by the aura emanating from the first floor of the sword tower.
Outside the sword tower, the immortal realm elders on the top of the mountain also suddenly changed their colors.
Disciples who were unclear about the situation and did not know the Origin Demon Sword hurriedly asked the elders around them for advice and asked about matters related to the Origin Demon Sword.
"This sword does not belong to our sword tower. It is the sword held by the last sect leader of the Demon Sword Sect branch of the Demon Sect."
"Because of that sect leader, and because of this Origin Demon Sword, the Demon Sword Sect was directly expelled from the Demon Sect."
"There is no more Demon Sword Sect in the world, and there is no more Origin Demon Sword."
"This sword has not moved in the past three hundred years. This boy did not disturb the divine sword, but instead disturbed the demonic sword!"
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Liu Junhong, Guanghe, Wang Ce, and Xu Wei, four immortal-level elders, landed at the four corners of the first floor of the sword tower, arranging a prepared posture.
Chen Weihuang frowned and sent a message with the sword order: "Master, he alerted the Origin Demon Sword."
In the first realm, he was discussing with the giant True Gods about fighting with foreign races. Li Zhaotian, who informed all parties about the dangers outside the world, was stunned for a moment and replied: "If he intends to control the Origin Demon Sword, there is no harm in him picking the Origin Demon Sword." .”
"But that's not the sword from our sword tower!" Chen Weihuang shouted.
"As long as it is a sword, it belongs to the sword tower in my eyes! Whether it is a sword of righteousness, an evil sword, or a demon sword, as long as it is a sword, it is consistent with our great way!"
The old god Li Zhaotian was still there, continuing to sit and talk.
The first floor of the sword tower.
"I want him!"
A voice full of madness and violence sounded from the magic sword that was inserted into the wooden wall and suppressed by three divine swords: "A new era has arrived, and the most terrifying disaster in purgatory has begun. Only by combining with me can he bear the burden." Take the responsibility to revitalize the sword tower!"
"Purgatory is about to perish, and the world here will be shattered. The Sword Tower, the Demon Sword Sect, and all the sword sects in the world will eventually be reborn!"
"You three immortals, let me go and let me out!"
"I smelled it, smelled the smell of blood on his body, and smelled the strong aura of cause and effect on him! I will use my body and my sword to kill the gods of the heavens who are about to come!"
"I am the spirit of evil, but he can bear my word!"
The source demon sword buzzed.
The sharp roar of the sword spirit made the three divine sword spirits feel headaches.
Pang Jian's eyes were horrified. He kept staring at the strange sword that kept swinging on the hilt but could not leave the wall.
"Li Zhaotian is here!"
The fat old man's face sank, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Feng Niang and said, "What he means is that as long as the Source Demon Sword is willing to be controlled by him, we will not be allowed to continue to suppress him."
"Is Li Zhaotian crazy too?" Feng Niang asked angrily.
"Ask him to pull out the sword. Once he pulls it out, the Origin Demon Sword will be taken away by him." The thin old man snorted and said: "Junior Li Zhaotian has not yet succeeded in becoming a god, so we can treat his orders as appropriate. "
"Okay, then let him draw his sword!"
The fat old man and Feng Niang agreed.
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(End of chapter)
