"Pang Jian."
The thin old man gave a soft drink, looked at the hilt of the magic sword, and said: "Feng Niang or Yuan Mo, you can choose one."
Before Pang Jian could speak, he added: "If you choose the source demon, you need to draw the sword with your own strength. If you can pull it out, it means you may have the ability to control it. If you cannot pull it out, the sword will continue to stay in the sword." building."
"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 all the bones in his body, emerged from under his blue robe.
Thousands of dazzling sword lights, like divine dragon lightning, penetrated 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 state.
The sword light belonging to him turned into many chains that were invisible to the naked eye, locking the Source Demon Sword below.
His sword power and sword intent are still 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, I was cut off by you back then. It's only because Mo Nan was too weak that he failed to be promoted to true god."
"He will become a true god. If I merge with his true god's body, I may not be defeated by you!"
"Mo Nan, Mo Nan, it's still my fault that your desire to seek demons is not firm enough and you failed to successfully become a god or demon."
"Pang Jian, you are my wise master, and I will help you become a true god of the human race."
"Take me 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 strange color, and he could see that the three people in front of him were the sword souls of the three divine swords.
The sword is their body.
The Origin Demon Sword inserted into the wall of the sword tower was suppressed by these three divine swords. The sword soul and sword body were suppressed and could not appear in human form.
"Yuan Mo, you actually fell in love with such a boy."
A sinister 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.
The sword seemed to be made entirely of white bones, exuding a strong aura of death.
"Skeleton Bones, there's nothing wrong with you, you'd better shut up."
Feng Niang sneered and said: "Because of your creation, there is a sinful Bone City in the world of Purgatory. You deserve to die more than the Origin Demon, and you will never be able to escape from the Sword Tower."
"Oh, I'm waiting for the sword tower to be destroyed, for Li Zhaotian to die, and for everyone to die." Bone Sword said with a smile: "Although the Purgatory human race refined me, if no one is qualified to control me, then I will go Looking for alien gods from beyond the sky.”
"I'm just a sword, not a human being. I don't have any sense of belonging or guilt."
The Bone Sword fanned the flames: "Origin Demon, please help me introduce him to you when the time comes. I heard you say that in the vast galaxy in the outer realm, there are so-called gods who spread death everywhere."
"I just like guys like this!"
Bone Sword shouted.
The fat old man snorted coldly and said: "One day, I will kill you first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of sword lights flew out of his body and penetrated into the position of the bone sword, wiping out the ideology of the bone sword one by one.
The Origin Demon Sword and the White 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.
This sword smelled thick of blood, but its sword soul did not make a sound.
The Origin Demon Sword, the Bone Sword, and the Blood Sword seem to be spiritual swords that have reached the level of gods.
These three swords were stained with too many sins. The sword holders were killed by the strong men of the sword tower. The sword... was pardoned and 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, as long as a true god is born again, it will definitely rise to the sky.
Among the divine swords he saw, there were three in front of him, and there were also three suppressed god-level evil objects.
The one in Li Zhaotian's hand must also be a divine sword, plus the one in Li Yuqing's hand.
The number of artifacts in the sword tower was astonishing to him.
"Have you thought about it?"
Feng Niang urged impatiently, "Is it me, or the Source Demon Sword?"
At this time, the source demon could no longer make a sound.
Pang Jian hesitated and asked, "I want 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 Origin Demon Sword has only one owner, Mo Nan, the master of the Demon Sword Sect. He failed when he attacked 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 outside the realm The alien gods are communicating with each other in an attempt to attract alien gods from outside the world to set foot in purgatory."
"In the end, a sword god in front of the sword tower, who was also my former... master, killed Mo Nan and broke the Origin Demon Sword into two pieces."
"A section of the Origin Demon Sword broke 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 reduced."
"But this sword is still very evil. The Origin Demon is not a thing from purgatory. It will always try to infect the sword holder. Mo Nan was unable to resist its infection and was controlled by it when it attacked the true god."
"you……"
The thin old man laid the groundwork and said solemnly, "I suggest you 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: "I choose 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 Qi 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 palm and reached his sea of consciousness.
"Whirring whirring!"
Wisps of sword intent transformed into 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. .
"My new master, I'll show you what I'm capable of!"
The alien demons transformed by the sword intent 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 heart.
There were also alien demons from the outside world, quietly falling along the "spring" below the sea of consciousness, trying to infect his ideology.
The golden soul sneered.
"What are you laughing at?"
"New master, your aura is a little weird, your soul..."
"Huh!"
"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 overwhelm his self-consciousness and leaving a mark on his soul that did not belong to him.
"Outland, strange demon, is this your ability?"
Pang Jian shook his head and sneered.
With a thought in his mind, he imagined that he was the great thunder pool that destroyed the souls of gods and demons, and mobilized the thunder power in the thunder vortex.
"Crack!"
Thousands of wisps of ghostly electricity that destroyed all living beings suddenly appeared from the three thousand consciousnesses that he used to create the soul, breaking the chaotic soul secret technique performed by the source demon in the blink of an eye.
Pang Jian used 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 "Hell Soul Bee".
In just a few breaths, all the strange demons that escaped into Pang Jian's sea of consciousness and were transformed with sword intent disappeared.
The aura of the sword soul source demon suddenly became like a gossamer.
The thin old man noticed something strange. He let go of the suppression of the Origin Demon Sword, frowned and said: "Pang Jian, this sword soul seems to have been damaged by you, you..."
"Old man, I, I don't want to choose him as my master. I suddenly figured it out, I will stay in the sword tower."
"I have been with you for many years, and I feel... quite good. I can't bear to leave you, so I will continue to accompany you and let Feng Niang fight with him in purgatory."
"I won't accompany you anymore."
The Source Demon Sword murmured feebly.
And this time.
Pang Jian casually mentioned the broken sword, which was made of the same material as the hilt, and he smoothly pulled it out.
"Damn old man! Keep suppressing him! Why don't you keep putting pressure on him!?"
"I obviously don't want to leave, why did you suddenly let go?"
"Aren't you worried that after I go out, I will find my other half in the mist and tear this hellish place of yours apart?"
The screams of the source demon came one after another.
"I feel that even if you find your other half and regain all your strength, you can't do anything to him." The thin old man sneered, waved his sleeves and said: "I wish you two to conquer 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, you..."
The fat old man squinted his small eyes, looked at the sword hole where the Origin Demon Sword left, and said: "Have you ever felt 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 you really trust him to take the Origin Demon Sword out?" Feng Niang said with a change of expression.
"I'm relieved because the Origin Demon can't infect him. If he does anything in the world of Purgatory that makes people angry, it should have nothing to do with the Origin Demon, but his own intention." The thin old man With a sullen face, he said: "Li Zhaotian chose him. This 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 out of purgatory!" the thin old man shouted.
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(End of chapter)
