When Duan Canghai saw Hong Xiaowei's reaction, he suddenly sneered in his heart.
"When you create Demonic Sword Physique, it will be the best time for me to seize the body."
"At that time, I will kill Heavenly Origin Sword Pavilion and seize Plain Shadow Divine Sword!"
"Since the backup plan I left behind has worked, and it coincides with the revival of the Earth Spirit energy, this is my chance and destiny... I have never lacked the courage to break through and stand up again!" He said secretly in his heart, feeling that he had glimpsed the dawn of hope again.
I'm afraid this idiot Hong Xiaowei would never have thought in his wildest dreams that he was just using him as a tool.
Duan Canghai took a deep breath, and there was a "puff" sound behind him, and the black light wings opened. Not only that, there was even the illusion of light feathers flying around the pair of light wings.
It's like a real devil coming to the world!
Hong Xiaowei was just stunned for a moment, and I was even more in awe of him.
"Disciple, follow me!" Duan Canghai snatched up Hong Xiaowei, flapped its wings and struck the air, scattered the clouds and flew towards the distance.
Soon, he arrived in a valley with Hong Xiaowei.
The place was shrouded in black mist and the gloomy energy was overwhelming. Not only that, Hong Xiaowei felt a biting chill the moment he entered it, making him feel like a ray on his back and a lump in his throat.
No.
In fact, it was more like every inch of skin was pressed against the tip of the sword, and it seemed that he might be penetrated by ten thousand swords and die!
It was an extremely fierce sword intent, murderous intent, and hateful intent.
The source of such terrifying aura is the ancient swords that can be seen everywhere.
They stand densely here, and each ancient sword is like a tomb.
Most of the ancient swords have been broken, and some have even become fragments. Only a few remain relatively intact with only a few cracks.
Hong Xiaowei once felt like he was in the middle of a treasure. He was so dizzy from the surprise that he could hardly breathe.
"Master, this is..." he couldn't help but asked excitedly.
Duan Canghai sneered, rolled up his sleeves and folded his hands, and said proudly, "They are all the swords of my defeated generals!"
Hong Xiaowei was immediately stunned.
These broken swords all contain surging and violent killing intent and sword intent, and even contain the user's suffocating and angry hatred during his lifetime.
"Master is so mighty and awesome, Wudi!" Short-handed and soft-spoken, Hong Xiaowei was unequivocal in his flattery, and his sincere admiration was very convincing.
Duan Canghai sighed quietly, secretly clenching his fists, and his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth. "Unfortunately, there is no Jiang Liuyun's sword here."
I guess he has already ascended to the Immortal Realm, right?
Haha, I am also a strong man who was made by myself after watching the stone tablet left by Chaos Emperor Lord. Why is there such a big difference between his and me's situations?
Duan Canghai suppressed all these thoughts, then looked at Hong Xiaowei, and said like a strict teacher, "From this moment on, you must seize every minute and every second to devour these remaining swords!"
"I will protect your path and help you, just don't worry."
Hong Xiaowei was already stunned by the surprise from heaven and hurriedly expressed his thanks.
However, Duan Canghai just waved his hand and said in a pretentious tone, "Don't worry. From now on, you are the only descendant of my Sword Demon lineage. This residual soul of mine is already a candle in the wind. Who else can I help if I don't help you?"
Hong Xiaowei was so moved that he almost cried.
Apart from Su Caiwei and Xiaoqing, this is the best person for me!
Heavenly Demon Divine Palace.
An antique house surrounded by carved paper wooden windows.
A small window was open, and the orange light of the setting sun shone in it.
This seems to be a woman's boudoir, with an exquisite dressing table with a bronze mirror and a rouge and gouache box placed on it. The wardrobe, tables, stools, beds and other items in the entire room are neatly organized, and the white bedding and embroidered pillows look brand new.
An aromatherapy burner is emitting curls of smoke, letting the light sandalwood linger in the room.
A girl who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting by the dressing table, doing embroidery work in her hands under the light of the setting sun. Her face was delicate and dewy, as if she could squeeze out water with just a pinch.
Her dark eyebrows are curved, slender and delicate. She has a pair of big watery eyes and a small nose with a high and straight nose bridge, which makes her facial features look extremely three-dimensional. Coupled with the exquisite oval face that is only the size of a palm, she has a face that can make women jealous and men crazy.
The girl's skin was fair and smooth, even with a light luster like jade. She was wearing a pink and white skirt, which made her slender figure look even more frail. She just sat there quietly, sewing, looking focused and meticulous.
Except for the "flat square" on her chest, her appearance is absolutely a perfect masterpiece from God.
Just sitting there quietly and embroidering is a pleasing beauty.
But at this moment, a Black Wind Society member wearing a black hooded cloak rushed over and broke through the door with a bang, breaking the silence.
The visitor's name was Wang Ping. He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a beard, which made him look even more aged. As soon as he rushed in, he excitedly said, "Sixth Young Master, the Second Young Master has given the order -"
Wang Ping's words stopped abruptly at this point.
Because he saw Jiang Qingyue's hand shaking and the embroidery position was off.
Jiang Qingyue was holding the embroidery in his hand and was suddenly stunned.
Then she suddenly turned her head to look at Wang Ping, looking like she was about to cry. Such a cute and delicate girl had red eyes and a tearful look, which made me feel pity for her.
But Wang Ping suddenly felt horrified and had an extremely bad premonition in his heart!
"I'm sorry Sixth Young Master, my subordinate has crossed the line, I will retreat immediately!" He immediately wanted to turn around and run away, but it was too late.
"Ah!" Jiang Qingyue quickly ran towards Wang Ping and beat his chest with her pink fist, "Uncle Wang, you have to pay for the embroidery I spent all afternoon!"
Wang Ping was so frightened that he opened the fiery Protective Gang Qi without even thinking.
Jiang Yueqing's seemingly weak and weak "beating of chest" made Wang Ping's eyes almost bulge out.
"Bang!"
After a loud noise, the protective energy all over Wang Ping's body instantly shattered. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew upside down for dozens of meters like a kite with its string broken.
"Boom--"
Wang Ping directly knocked down a wall, and everyone fell into the ruins.
Jiang Yueqing was stunned for a moment, and then said with a guilty look on his face, "Uncle Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... Are you okay?"
Her voice is very clean and sweet, like a stream flowing through rocks.
Wang Ping wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and felt a chill all over his body. "Sixth Young Master, please think about it next time you act like a baby, whether your punch will kill someone!"
That's right, Sixth Young Master.
Male!