Especially the legend of the Year of Burial Fire made them even more frightened.
Even the Holy Spirit cannot escape, and even the Emperor Sword Sect turns into dust. If a disaster happens to the Divine Sword Sect, how should they respond?
Lin Jianmo pondered for a moment, his eyes uncertain.
No one knows what this heavenly being is thinking.
He naturally knows something about the upcoming disaster in the Holy Spirit Continent.
After all, the Divine Sword Sect is also one of the forces participating in the Tianzhou Project.
However, he did not expect that the year of burial would be so tragic that almost no Holy Spirit could survive.
Lin Jianmo calmed down his emotions and became calm.
He said with a hint of gratitude: "Thank you for the reminder, little friend. Our Divine Sword Sect will definitely live up to the expectations of Senior Sword Emperor Shi and carry forward the legacy of the Sword Emperor Sect."
After the words were delivered, Zhou Qiankun smiled and said goodbye: "Senior Lin, I'm a little tired, so I'll leave first."
Lin Jianmo nodded and immediately asked Dugu Xiaolang to take Zhou Qiankun out.
Returning to Dugu Xiaolang's yard, Zhou Qiankun entered the room to recuperate.
Xiaoyi entered seclusion. It had reached the barrier of the early stage of Shenfu and began to attack the middle stage of Shenfu with all its strength.
After three days of rest, Zhou Qiankun was full of energy and began to practice the God's Funeral Song Sword Technique.
Practicing the God's Death Burial Song Sword Technique, Zhou Qiankun suddenly felt dizzy.
This Holy Spirit Spell already involves the power of law, and its complexity far exceeds that of heaven-level spells.
Even though he was a master of swordsmanship, he was unable to gain access for a while.
"Haha, if you haven't seen the spectacular death of a god, it's really difficult to understand this sword technique."
Zhou Qiankun couldn't help but think of the murals in the forbidden area of Yaochi, where he might be able to feel the artistic conception of the death of gods.
However, he immediately shook his head, and now he went to the forbidden area of Yaochi, it would be strange not to be beaten to death.
Yaochi is too mysterious, even if the Holy Spirit is sleeping, it is not impossible.
"I don't believe it anymore. I really can't practice the God's Funeral Song Sword Technique!"
Zhou Qiankun took a deep breath. He knew that practicing the God's Burial Song Sword Art was not easy, but he was not discouraged.
He decided to start from the basics and gradually understand the mystery of this Holy Spirit Method.
He closed his eyes and began to feel the power of law in his body. The sword intent filled his body, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a divine sword tearing apart the sky.
Gradually, Zhou Qiankun felt that his sword intention was getting stronger and stronger, and it began to echo with the power of the law, forming a wonderful balance.
In the sword intention, there is a kind of soaring ambition, which is to go to the nine heavens to send the funeral song to the gods.
Zhou Qiankun opened his eyes excitedly, knowing that he had taken the first step in practicing the God's Funeral Song Sword Art.
In the days that followed, Zhou Qiankun continued to practice the Divine Death Burial Song Sword Art.
Xiaoyi also continued to make breakthroughs in seclusion, and finally succeeded in reaching the middle stage of the Divine Palace.
Its strength has been greatly improved, and its combat power is comparable to the peak of the Divine Palace.
Red Blood Mountain, an ancient battlefield, thousands of miles of mountains dyed red with blood.
No one knows how ancient this place is. They only know that it contains boundless dangers. Evil spirits often appear and devour the flesh and soul of those who enter.
However, no one knew that this place was actually the home of the Evil God Cult.
In the deepest part of the Scarlet Blood Mountain, a palace filled with evil spirits stands, surrounded by secret formations that cannot be seen by ordinary monks.
In the palace, a great monk at the peak of the Divine Palace with a ferocious expression and full of blood looked coldly at the monk below.
This person is the evil master of the Evil God Religion, who was only a peak cultivator at Lingtai ten years ago.
However, when he was chased by a righteous monk and had no way to go to heaven or earth, he begged to the evil god, but he did not expect that the evil god really responded to him.
As a result, he became the spokesperson of the evil god. In just ten years, his cultivation reached the peak of the divine palace.
"How is the mural carving going?"
That mural was the decree passed down by the evil god. It was related to the evil god's plan to destroy the Chu State and there was no room for error.
The people below were so frightened that they did not dare to raise their heads and look directly at the evil master.
He is very aware of the terror of the evil lord. If he says a word or takes an extra step, death will be waiting for him.
"Replying to my lord, it's almost over."
He shuddered at the thought of the mural.
The mural was so weird that they hired tens of thousands of craftsmen to complete the carving.
However, during the process of carving the murals, nearly half of the craftsmen died mysteriously, with various causes of death.
Fortunately, the evil master had the divine mark given by the evil god, so everyone in the evil god sect was safe and sound.
He couldn't imagine that without the protection of divine patterns, the Evil God Cult could still exist today.
Upon hearing this, the Evil Lord smiled with satisfaction.
"Okay, this thing was done well. You go down and kill all the craftsmen and supervisors after the mural carving is completed. I don't want the curse to spread and kill us. Although there is protection from the divine pattern, but The less trouble, the better."
Thinking of something, he added: "By the way, the souls of those cursed craftsmen and supervisors are left behind. Those are Lord Evil God's favorite food. Whether I can step into heaven depends on Lord Evil God's mood. .”
"Recently, the number of souls we have provided to Lord Evil God has been getting less and less. He has become a little unhappy. I hope that the souls of these craftsmen and overseers can make Lord Evil God smile again."
The heart of the evil cultivator below is trembling, this evil master is really vicious.
He didn't dare to violate it at all, so he quickly agreed.
"Yes, Lord."
If it's too late to agree, or if you have any objections, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of here today.
The evil cultivator left in a hurry, fearing that he would die violently in the next second.
The Evil Lord tapped his fingers, and not long after, a late-stage cultivator from the Divine Palace stepped in.
Luo Xueyi, one of the three major worshippers of the Evil God Sect, is a cruel man and loves to drink human blood.
The Evil Lord looked at him and said in an indifferent tone: "Xue Yi, what's the situation at Tai Xuan Sect?"
Luo Xueyi shook his head and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, Gao Li and his son did not know when they deployed the earth-level advanced killing formation Yunxiao Thunder Ming Formation at Taixuan Sect. Seriously, you have too much restraint on evil cultivators like us, so I don’t dare to take action rashly.”
The Evil Lord frowned slightly, not expecting this to happen.
He sneered: "In recent years, Gao Li has exploited the Taixuan Sect disciples, placed his younger brother in the treasure house, and secretly embezzled many heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Back then, he even used Feng Lan to steal the treasures from the Taixuan Sect treasure house, just to Did he arrange this formation secretly? But I underestimated him, he does have some scheming ideas!"
He pondered for a moment, there was a treasure inside the Taixuan Sect that the evil god needed, and he had to get it.
Over the years, the ancestors of Taixuan Sect have been secretly guarding that thing. The evil god killed seven people, but none of them found the treasure.
The Evil Lord sneered: "Does Gao Li really think he can guard that thing? He can't hold on to what Lord Evil God wants! Wait until I defeat the Dachu coalition forces, and then personally go to Taixuanmen to retrieve it. That thing is dedicated to Lord Evil God!"
