The demons outside the country are whispering.
This was the first battle between Shuci and Hehe at the Jungui Banquet in history.
Who would have imagined that the weakest among the six rivers would challenge the strongest Mo River if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.
No one was optimistic that Bailian could survive this battle, so the whispers contained ridicule, joy, expectation, and greed.
The six rivers in the demon world have been missing from the human world for thousands of years, and they have never been able to recognize their master and return to the world.
Now this young man brings Liuhe back to the demon world to challenge Yihe Shuci. There is no need to imagine that he will die in that small world today.
Liuhe, who was thus left without an owner, would naturally look for a new owner.
It remains to be seen how the demons who know the truth will not be ready to act.
Ning Feiyan returned to his table, turning a deaf ear to the voices of discussion in his ears, and did not penetrate the world of leaves with his spiritual consciousness to see the disparity in the battle that could predict the outcome.
She lowered her head and stared at the battle order in her palm, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Just now Master Shuci said that Hongzhuang was imprisoned and there was no one in the world to collect your body. Now it seems that Lord Ninghe is so capable. He must be safe and live forever, so why do you need others to collect your body for you. "
Zang Xin, who had been silent for a long time, slowly spoke out, with an inexplicable smile in his words.
"Lord Ninghe is really a poison born specifically for men. But after this battle, will Lord Ninghe collect the body and erect a tomb for that young man to comfort him?"
Ning Feiyan tightened her fingers on the token, and she raised her eyes that seemed to contain a hint of mist. No one could guess what she was thinking: "Please forgive me for not understanding what Lord Erhe is saying?"
The smile in Zhan Xin's voice had not faded yet, and he continued: "Regardless of good or evil, there are too many men in this world who are willing to bow their heads for Lord Ninghe. I wish you millions of men who would die for you, Young Master of Tianlongmen." The same is true for the leader of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance. I don’t know how many men in the world have shed tears for you. Today I am very curious. Have you been moved by this young man? Will you shed tears for his sacrifice? tears?"
Ning Feiyan looked at him quietly for a long time, smiling softly and calmly: "No one can say clearly about the future. When he dies, Lord Erhe might as well come back to find out whether I am a concubine or not." You will cry."
What kind of cold-blooded person would say such a thing.
She put away the token, as if relieved for an instant.
Burying Heart is absolutely right, men in this world are all looking for profit, and beauty is also for profit.
There are too many men who are willing to die for beauty.
The young master of Tianlongmen died in the ghost mountain, not to mention a drop of tears from her, not even a half-hearted pity.
Why should I be sad?
She has such a heartless temper and is so evil. She has always been the one to play with other people's hearts, so how could she be reduced to the point where she can't even control her own heart?
Of course, if she sheds tears, she can easily achieve her goal and get what she wants.
She doesn't mind making a fool of herself once in a while, so why not give you two lines of pitiful tears.
It's a pity that her tears are too expensive. So far, she has never found anything of value that can be exchanged for her tears.
In other words, the lives of those men who were willing to die for her scheme were too cheap and worthless to exchange for her fun.
So, why be upset.
It's just the same as usual, just feel free to use other people's lives to protect yourself.
It was just a small gadget she picked up casually. If she threw it away now, she would be dead.
So, why be upset?
Ning Feiyan smoothed the wrinkles on her sleeves, and with her movements, she seemed to smooth away the complicated heartbeat.
Along with the demons, she became a spectator in the audience, and with her consciousness between her eyebrows, she watched the battle just like the demons who were watching indifferently.
Seeing this, Zhan Xin couldn't help but frown slightly.
This woman... is so mentally strong that she is truly invulnerable.
If His Highness really marries this girl in the future, I really don’t know whether it will be a blessing or a curse.
Milu's wings and spine were ruined in the bronze door. He possesses the pure blood of the demon king and has a completely different body structure from ordinary demons.
Both wings were damaged, both were damaged, and his consciousness was far less than before. After observing the leaves for a moment, his sea of consciousness felt a great pressure due to Shu Ci's powerful energy.
He rubbed his swollen and painful eyebrows, and the demon abandoned man who had been serving him brought him a cup of spiritual tea.
Mi Lu's eyes fell on the mask on the abandoned man's face, and he suddenly lowered his voice and said to him: "Do you think that kid can come out alive in this battle?"
Obviously, Mi Lu asked a nonsense question, but he had served him for many years and had already understood the thoughts of His Highness the Young Master. He lowered his gaze and said in a deep voice: "The more River Lords you have in your hands, the better in the future." It will be more beneficial to His Highness's plan to seize the throne, and the abandoner knows exactly what to do."
Only then did Milu bow his head and drink tea with satisfaction.
The birth of Liuhe is a great good thing for the demon world.
But the Lord of the Six Rivers is that young man, which is not a good thing for Milu.
Fortunately, he would not survive today. It was not just the demons who were watching in the audience who wanted to take the position of Liuhe.
Rather than the Blood Feather River falling into the hands of other demons, Milu hopes that the protectors around him will inherit the position of the Sixth River.
Abandonment has been protecting him since he was born, and Milu's trust in him can even be said to be far higher than that of Zhanxin.
Abandoned people's strength is by no means weak when looking at the demon world, but it's a pity that after so many years, he has never been able to benefit from the power of the demon river.
Now, if we can capture these six rivers before the Demon Lord takes action, today's return banquet will be truly worthwhile.
It's not an easy task just to recognize the Demon River as its owner.
If the abandoned person wants to forcibly absorb the Demonic River, he must perform the Soul Burning Technique as a sacrifice in advance, so that he can absorb the original power of the Demonic River into his body in the shortest possible time.
The cost of performing the Soul Burning Technique is extremely high, but since the abandoner has agreed, he is naturally willing to sacrifice for him.
It's just that the time to perform this technique is not short. If Shu Ci has already ended the battle within half a stick of incense, then the opportunity will naturally be lost.
I just hope that this kid can gain some energy and survive in the green leaf world for a little longer.
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The sound of swords echoed across the snow, and thunder echoed across the sky.
Bailian, who jumped high, crashed heavily into the thick snow, dragging a very long trace on the ground.
The Qiu Shui Sword lost its aura and drew a beautiful clear light in mid-air. The blade of the sword was free of snow and inserted diagonally into a natural rock.
The huge spine born from the earth's veins slowly hung down at the girl's feet. Her hair on the temples was covered with gray frost and snow, which was soon blown away by the strong wind.
There was no change in the expression on her face, and her eyes were like ice beads on a snowy night, vast and quiet.
She looked at the boy kneeling on one knee in the snow with an expressionless face, and couldn't help but tilted her head again, as if she was curious about how he survived the blow just now.
Through the heavy snow curtain, she saw the boy's still bright eyes, and her bad habit of tilting her head was suddenly corrected.
Walking barefoot in the snow, he failed to leave any traces of footprints in the heavy snow.
She dragged the huge spine in her hands, and her petite and frail body slowly moved forward in the heavy snow like dragging a mountain. The scene was extremely solemn.
Finally, Shu Ci stopped and fixed his gaze on the sword with a dark luster in Bailian's hand: "Is this... the Tiance Junshan Sword?"
The indifferent and empty eyes finally showed a slight change in expression.
Bailian's heart moved, she actually recognized this sword.
Seeing the outline of the sword in his hand, Shu Ci's footsteps actually stopped. Her indifferent and empty face revealed a rare and profound attitude.
She stood quietly in the snow, not making any special movements, but Bailian could detect the worship coming from Shu Ci's body at this moment.
The legendary River of Immortality, the strongest man in the demon world, worshiped a sword that could not possess spirits.
For this battle, Bailian was not unprepared. He even knew that the Tiance Junshan Sword today would bring him great help.
But he didn't expect that this sword would have such a special effect.
After a silence filled with snow and wind, Shu Ci finally spoke again: "I am the Demon of Weapon Spiritual Growth. This sword is not ordinary. It bears the weight of Kunlun. I should respect it. It's a pity that your life is not good." , I haven’t gotten this sword yet to recognize its owner, otherwise, just for the sake of Tiance Junshan Sword, I won’t kill you today.”
There are rumors in the Six Realms that the demon Shu Ci has an unknown birth and origin, and her past is a mystery. The only thing that the world knows is that the ability of the demon river she controls is immortality and demon soldiers.
Demon soldiers are made by refining living beings into soldiers, erasing their spiritual consciousness and intelligence, and being controlled by the river. Their strength is a hundred times greater than before.
However, very few people know that these demon soldiers are not the thousands of corpse soldiers controlled by the Shuci Demon River.
It's not the immortality and the demonic soldiers, but she, Mohe Shuci, is the immortal demonic soldier.
She is a soldier, a weapon, a spirit, and a demon.
She is an important weapon in the world.
Bailian lowered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand. Shu Ci was right. Although he had obtained the sword, he had not yet become the true master of Tiance Juntian.
However, he believes that it is not because he failed to get the recognition of this sword.
When he chose this sword in the treasure house of Xianling City that day, he had noticed the ancient and heavy characteristics of this sword, and he had not planned to choose this sword at the beginning.
There is no other reason. Just as the female official Qingxuan said, this sword cannot possess a spirit, and the spirit in the sword has died.
Tiance Junshan is an ancient sword with a long history, but because of this, it has also been lost in history.
This is a death sword.
How can one recognize the death sword as its master?
At that time, Tiance Junshan was in a dusty corner, and Bailian originally planned to choose a sword located in the same direction as the Tiance Junshan sword.
The name of the sword is 'Han Ao'. As the name suggests, the sword is a sword without a sheath. It is an unparalleled sword of frost. Even though it has been left for many years, its natural arrogance cannot allow even a wisp of dust to be hidden in the sword.
As time goes by, Han Ao still looks like an immortal young man with a frivolous and arrogant spirit.
It was a spirit that Balian did not possess but that he yearned for. He was deeply attracted by the grace of the sword, but when he really chose the sword, he still chose Tiance Junshan who died in the dust.
The dust is like a coffin, and the sword is like a tomb.
Through a cold and dead sword, he seemed to see his cold and dead self.
Maybe it was because of sympathy, maybe because of self-pity, Balian felt that if he didn't want the sword at that moment, it would really be possible for it to pass away in the coldness of the years and be forgotten forever. .
So he wiped the dirt off his sword and took it to the battlefield.
This is a sword that was born in Kunlun, died in Kunlun, and bears the weight of Kunlun.
Kunlun Realm Ruins is hidden in the misty land of the sky beyond the sky, the sea beyond the ocean, and the mountains beyond the mountains. Therefore, Tiancejun Mountain, which bears the weight of Kunlun, can be very heavy or very light.
Balian picked up the sword when it was at its lightest, and he could strike the heaviest blow without having to recognize its master.
Shu Ci's words just now showed her intention to kill, but she still sensed the fighting spirit and determination coming from that young man.
She was surprised and pleasantly surprised, and she also appreciated his behavior and intention.
Then, she saw the young man raising the sword in his hand. With him as the center of the circle, the surrounding snowflakes suddenly swept up, like a magnificent white flower blooming.
In the blink of an eye, Balian's figure disappeared.
In the majestic white snowstorm, Tiance's Juntian Sword was faster than thunder and lightning, carrying an astonishing weight, like a hundred thousand mountains rising from Kunlun, as if the heaven and earth were being pushed open.
Shu Ci's empty eyes brightened slightly. She held the Earth Meridian Spine in her hand, raised her arm, and the white bones of a dragon burst out, and the huge bone body met the dead ancient sword.
The earth's veins and bones in her hand could only bear the weight of a small world in the world of three thousand green leaves, but in terms of weight, it could not be compared to the towering Kunlun.
The front part of the giant bone made a roaring sound, like thunder in summer, or like the explosion of firecrackers. The huge bones turned into dust foot by foot, and when blown by the strong wind, it added to the coldness of the snow.
The bone is a hundred feet long, and behind it is a weak and slender hand.
The sword edge broke through the depth of a hundred feet. The little hand bathed in the wind, snow and bone dust was raised casually, and then with a virtual point, Tiance Junshan, who was as heavy as a mountain, hovered steadily in the air, unable to move forward an inch. .
In the face of real strength, any weight and momentum are useless.
Tiance Junshan indeed bears the weight of Kunlun, but this sword is not the real Kunlun Mountain.
The Kunlun Mountain is so dense and dense that it can overwhelm hundreds of thousands of mountains, but it is difficult for her to hold down even one finger.
"That's all." Shu Ci said in a contemptuous tone, raising his little finger and hitting a piece of falling snowflakes.
The snowflake flew out silently, leaving no trace, but it left a straight and sharp stream of air in the air.
A few drops of bright red blood fell down one after another, like scattered drops of blood from red plums.
Bai Lian stood ten feet away behind Shu Ci. As his clothes fluttered, he could see a bloody hole as thick as a finger piercing his right calf.
The wound was not big, but the blood was unstoppable and kept flowing.
The long wind blows, and the disappearing snowflakes are flying here. The red snow dances alone, like a red butterfly flapping its wings under the white night.
Shu Ci indifferently closed his fingers, Tiance Junshan quickly flew into a circle in the air, and returned to Bailian as if controlled by consciousness.
Her move was meant to be contemptuous and contemptuous. Although she had respect for Tiance Junshan, she didn't care at all about Bailian holding the sword again.
