I saw a young sword hanging in the center of the furnace. The sword was more than a foot long and two people tall. It was so thick that it seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds. It was red all over before it cooled down due to the high temperature. There was a faint blue luster flowing on it, as if it was emitting blue light. The fireflies stayed on it and moved around, and the blue light became more and more...
Nan Diaoyue's eyes widened and she blurted out excitedly: "I understand. The forging and quenching of the divine weapons of heaven and earth are self-quenching. Anything controlled by human power is inferior to the natural laws of heaven and earth!"
The demon fighter just stared at the densely flowing blue light spots on the sword, praying nervously and devoutly.
praying...
As blue light spots spread all over the sword body, a surprising scene appeared. From the sharpest and thinnest part of the sword tip, a deep and dark sword material began to appear, slowly fading downwards.
Zhang Lingluo and others were also extremely excited and nervous, and they couldn't help but hold their breath. They were about to see the birth of a divine weapon from heaven and earth. This kind of opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime experience!
The fire faded to seven points, then there was a sudden pause, and the next moment the sword exploded into pieces.
Zhang Lingluo and everyone were shocked, and the old man collapsed on the ground and cried loudly.
All the demon fighters also burst into tears, crying as sadly as children.
How can one accept that for ninety-six years, generations of hard work and perseverance were wiped out in an instant?
…
The Tianzong people all fought against the stone monster until they were exhausted. The Nine Directions Long Whale was unable to protect them well and did not dare to be arrogant anymore. They wanted to fill their bodies with true energy to a full state.
The dozen or so people left in Tianzong are all the elites of the sect, either elders or protectors. Ta Pao Leng Leng and He Pao Ji Guiyan have become the weakest among them.
More than a dozen people sat cross-legged and absorbed the true energy from the Zhenzhen Stone, like a group of advanced practitioners who were completely unaware of the passage of time.
The sky turned silent and yellow, and it was already dusk. Jiufang Longjing looked at everyone with a solemn expression, not at all like he was crying loudly just now.
Seeing that everyone was high-spirited and full of energy, he shouted loudly: "Let's go!"
Xu Hui said to Master Tianxin and several other eminent Buddhist monks: "Master Tianxin, let's go too."
Master Shimen Tianxin was entrusted by Duanmu Ci to come to help. Seeing the heavy casualties of Tianzong, he must have felt guilty, so he especially stayed by Tianzong's side.
Because they are all masters above the first level, full of true energy, and fast on their feet, they soon came to a rocky mountain. There were traces of battles around them, and some corpses were turned into pieces of flesh and white bones. The death situation was horrifying. .
Everyone stopped and took a breath, but there was no one around.
Xu Hui spoke first: "Obviously, there was a battle here."
Ji Guiyan asked: "Great Elder, who are you fighting with?"
Leng Leng said while observing: "The battle is not fierce. There are our corpses but no enemy corpses. The enemy must be very strong!"
Ji Guiyan said: "If the enemy is very strong, the battle should be fierce. There are corpses everywhere. Why are there only scattered corpses on our side?"
Leng Leng said solemnly: "There is only one possibility. The enemy should have made a sneak attack. By chance, the Earth Sect arrived, so they retreated."
Sun Yuexing said at this time: "I think it must be a misunderstanding."
As soon as these words came out, Leng Leng and Ji Guiyan looked at the sun, moon and stars in surprise. Xu Hui asked: "Human Saint, why do you say it is a misunderstanding?"
Sun Moon Star responded: "It is recorded in Zhenlong Zhenren's Handbook of Breaking the Formation that after passing this place of stone monsters, the next place is the place where the monster fighters live. Zhenren Zhenlong warned us in the Handbook of Breaking the Formation that we should seek the information of the monster fighters. Help, obviously the demon fighters are friends, not enemies, and Xuanzong and Dizong obviously also know it."
Ji Guiyan asked: "If this is the case, why is there another misunderstanding?"
Sun Yuexing smiled: "Maybe the communication is not smooth."
Jiufang Changjing asked: "Then how to find this group of monster fighters?"
Sun Yuexing responded with a smile: "I think as long as we find Xuanzong and Dizong, we can find this group of monster fighters. I will lead the way."
Xu Hui suddenly realized: "I almost forgot that Ren Sheng, you have the magical power to sweep your breath thousands of miles away."
Ji Guiyan asked: "Thousands of miles away, breathing?" The battle here has been going on for a long time, and the true energy has long disappeared from the sky and the earth. How to catch the breath?
Xu Hui explained: "Human saints are as sensitive as gods, and they can capture every trace of true energy left in the air."
Jiufang Changjing said solemnly: "Human Saint, you still don't lead the way!"
…
Night falls, there is no moon, and the whole sky and earth are dark.
Only the bonfire was burning in the spacious venue, which was the only light in the entire dark world.
All the women in the tribe gathered around the bonfire, looking at the light of the fire and performing a silent ritual. This ritual is to see hope by looking at the light of the fire.
Every time the warriors of the clan go out to kill demons, they will hold such a ceremony. They gather around the bonfire and look at their husbands and sons in the light of the fire...
In the solemnity, children's laughter can be heard from time to time. No matter what time, children are like green grass shoots that break through the ground, exuding vigorous vitality.
No matter how dark the moment is, as long as you see these vibrant children, you will feel a sense of warmth and comfort in your heart.
The old man looked at these children who did not understand the world and were having fun without any worries, and smiled. He was once a child too.
There was once such a night when his father went out to kill demons and he was immersed in having fun. Later, his father never came back, and he never felt so happy again...
The old man looked at a nanmu not far away. This was his nanmu, with his name engraved on it.
When every man in the Fighting Demon Clan is born, his parents will plant a nanmu for him. On the day he dies, the nanmu will be chopped off and made into a coffin.
For nearly a hundred years, this nanmu tree had grown like a canopy, but only this solitary one was left. He vaguely remembered the green rows, but he didn’t know that from that day on, he cut them off one by one, and gradually only this one remained. One.
The children were tired of playing and gathered around the old man: "Elder, tell us the story of the king."
The old man showed a loving smile. Children are like this, their bodies are tired but their hearts are not tired.
So he started telling stories that his father had told him, stories that children had heard countless times.
"A long, long time ago, the Demon Emperor was born. It was extremely powerful and killed countless of our warriors. Even the most powerful warriors in the clan all died in the hands of the Demon Emperor. Until our king came to this world, he held the sword in his hand. …”
As the old man spoke, he slowly closed his old eyes and muttered the legends he had told countless times...
Everyone in Tianxuan followed the light of the fire and landed on the ground. Xu Hui looked at these tall giants in front of him and blurted out in surprise: "Demon fighter?"
The children and women looked at this group of uninvited guests. They looked like demons, but they were dressed like the previous group of immortals.
There was only one person who stood out among the crowd. He was majestic and imposing, as if a god descended from heaven. He looked just like them.
He is holding the sword. There is a mantra of the fighting monster clan: the sword is the weapon of the king, and only the king can hold the sword.
Jiufang Changjing looked at the group of giants in front of him and felt a familiar feeling of being connected by blood. However, these giants were much taller than him. He looked at the faces of each of these giants. What the world calls ferocious faces fell on But his eyes are so pleasing to the eye...
One child innocently shouted: "King!"
(End of chapter)
