Nine suns stepping on the sky

The whole black hall is solemn and majestic, and it is invisible and urgent.

On the huge seat in the depths, a thin figure sat. He was not taller than an ordinary woman, but his whole body was full of unparalleled strength, giving people the impression that he was like a towering mountain peak.

"Twenty percent of the profit...Shoot alone..." A slightly sharp low voice echoed in the air, "It seems that old man Xuanyun is determined to win this time. But Jianzong, it's time to fall."

He raised his head, his sharp and thin face looked extremely funny under the divine crown on his head, but no one had ever dared to show the slightest bit in front of him.Because those who do this are already dead.

"Reply to Wuji Sword Sect, my god sect agrees to his request, and all agreements will remain unchanged for the time being."

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"Old Ancestor Xuanyun, what kind of confidence do you have, not afraid of the sword sect's backlash?" On the floating island, the old man in white frowned slightly, showing a thoughtful look, "Could it be that there is really a problem with Jian Wudao's cultivation?"

After a long time, he shook his head and his expression returned to calm.No matter what it is, the conditions given by Wuji Sword Sect are enough.

Then it might as well, continue to read, adapt to the circumstances.

……

A man with naked torso stood on the top of a vast mountain. Every bulging muscle on his body was made of steel.

He didn't move at all, but there was a terrifying aura radiating by itself, as if it was about to burst the world.

At this moment, the corner of the man's mouth curled up, revealing a deep mockery, "What does the sword sect's survival have to do with our Dao of Beasts? Send a message to the Wuji Sword Sect and send a piece of chaotic black iron, and Dao of Beasts can continue to support them! "

……

Various forces responded one after another, and under the calm, there was already an undercurrent.

The catastrophe is coming!

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The weather is fine, and the sun shines through the thin clouds, making the small courtyard more peaceful.

But at this moment, there was a faint smell of burning in the air.

In the corner of the courtyard, Yu Xuanji squatted on the ground, her sword robe slightly tightened, outlining her beautiful curves.

There is a brazier on the ground, some paper money, which has been burned to the end.

"Father, mother, little brother, Xuanji has lived up to your expectations. He has been recognized by the sect and is qualified to participate in the conference. I am not yet qualified to go to the Wuji Sword Sect to take revenge, but Xuanji swears that this time he will definitely kill everyone." They are disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect, and they are used to commemorate you."

Yu Xuanji's voice was cold, revealing a rare hatred that penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

But soon, she didn't know what to think of, her expression softened a little, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, "Yumo, if you have a spirit in the sky, please bless me, and successfully fulfill the promise to my father, mother, and younger brother."

She got up, and there were footsteps behind her.

Zi Yan frowned slightly, showing doubts, "Junior Sister, what are you?"

"It's nothing, pay homage to a few deceased relatives." Yu Xuanji's expression has returned to calm, "Senior Sister, I'm ready."

Zi Yan was a little skeptical, but didn't think too much, and said: "Then let's go, before the meeting, with the help of the teacher, we must master the sword bestowed by the Seventh Elder as soon as possible."

Her eyes flickered for a moment, revealing a hint of confusion and admiration that was not easy to detect. She touched the long sword that was close to her body behind her, and the tall and straight figure of the Seventh Elder could not help appearing in her mind.

What an unforgettable man!

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As the conference was approaching, Jianzong was like a taut clockwork, exuding an invisible urgency.

But morale has changed drastically compared to before.

The suzerain went out, the seventh elder returned, and all the sword sect monks were full of strong confidence in their eyes.

This time, Jianzong will be safe!

Different from the self-confidence of ordinary disciples, Jian Wudao clearly knew his own situation. What he had left was the power to fight.

Therefore, seeing that the conference was about to be held, his expression was extremely solemn.

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, Jian Wudao raised his head and said slowly, "Seventh Junior Brother, with your cultivation level, holding a king-level divine sword, is it possible to fight against the cultivation of heaven?"

Opposite, Mo Yu hesitated, but nodded.

Jian Wudao relaxed, and said apologetically, "It's not because I want to explore my junior brother's cultivation, but right now, my Jianzong can't tolerate any mistakes." When he spoke, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seventh Junior Brother can fight against the Dao of Heaven, so even if he is found to be inappropriate, Jianzong can still rely on him.

In this way, he will have no worries.

Whoever is the first to jump out of the meeting, let him burn completely and give him a deep memory.

In Jian Wudao's eyes, the sharpness flashed away.

Mo Yu took everything into his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "Brother Suzerain, there seems to be something wrong with your body."

Jian Wudao showed surprise, hesitantly asked, "How much can Junior Brother see?"

"Not much. It's just a vague feeling. The stronger the brother is, the weaker the energy is actually. It's like a means of overdrawing." Mo Yu said calmly. He hadn't felt it before, and he was one step closer to practice after merging the sword. , it was discovered that something was wrong.

Jian Wudao was speechless for a while, what Mo Yu said had almost pointed out the essence of his current situation.He raised his head with a look of admiration, "Junior Brother, I really want to know, what is your strength?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, "You don't have to tell me, I'm just asking casually. But what you said is correct. In the current catastrophe of Jianzong, I had to use some kind of secret method to forcibly increase my strength. But the price It burns one's own life essence, and it is irreversible. Therefore, this secret technique cannot be entrusted to you as a brother."

There was a hint of apology in Jian Wudao's eyes.

Mo Yu's heart trembled slightly, "Are you going to die?"

"Death is the destination of all living beings in the world, and you and my monks cannot be exempted from it. I am very pleased to be able to die for Jianzong." Jian Wudao said lightly, with a calm expression.

Mo Yu was silent, respecting Jian Wudao.

"Burning Shouyuan?" He pondered for a while, then suddenly turned his hand back, and a cluster of blue flames appeared in his palm.

Jian Wudao focused his gaze, showing shock, "What a powerful vitality! What kind of treasure is this?"

"It is a kind of strange fire that I unintentionally regained in my early years. It is called the fire of green wood. It contains powerful vitality and can replenish and repair the monk's lost life." Mo Yu sighed in his heart. It has evolved to a great extent, and its power is far beyond the original.

But even so, the loss of life essence caused by a sword cultivator at the peak of the emperor rank using the secret method to forcibly touch the heaven is still not something he can repair.

Unless, Jian Wudao can find a treasure that contains more vitality than the Green Wood Flame.

But Mo Yu walked the heavens, except for the fire of green wood, he has never seen the second kind of treasure that can interfere with the life of a monk.This also became a mystery in his heart.

Jian Wudao showed joy, "Great! If in the first battle, I ignite all the vitality of this fire, enough to burst out the strength to approach the second step of the Heavenly Dao, then I will definitely let those who have ill-conceived thoughts about my Jianzong , pay a heavy price!"

But soon, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, "But if this happens, the Green Wood Flame will be completely destroyed, let's forget it."

Mo Yu shook his head, "Brother, don't worry, there is a fire in my body, even if it is destroyed, it will slowly recover."

He handed out the flame, erasing his breath.

Jian Wudao was overjoyed when he heard the words, carefully took over the green wood fire, and quickly integrated it into his body.His eyes brightened slightly, and a blush flashed across his face, and he exclaimed: "It's really unimaginable that such a treasure can be bred in the heaven and the earth. The younger brother was able to get it at an early age. It is really a deep blessing."

Mo Yu hesitated, "Actually, brother, you can try it, maybe you can use this to protect yourself."

Jian Wudao was slightly stunned, with a warm feeling in his heart, he said with a smile: "Junior Brother has a heart. But brother, I know my own situation, once the secret method starts, the lost vitality cannot be recovered by the flame of green wood."

Mo Yu secretly sighed, but quickly shook his head to suppress his mood swings.Perhaps, this is Jian Wudao's doomed fate.

He cupped his hands, "Brother, if you can, please give this secret technique to me."

Jian Wudao showed hesitation, "This..."

Naturally, it wasn't that he was reluctant, but that he didn't understand that after knowing its side effects, Mo Yu still wanted to contact it.

"Brother, don't worry. I have integrated the flame of green wood into my body for many years. My situation is different from that of most monks. This secret method is fatal to others. I may have a chance of life if I use it. Of course, until the critical moment, I will not It will be used, just as a desperate card." Mo Yu explained lightly.

Jian Wudao nodded, "So that's the case. As the junior brother said, maybe it is possible to use this secret method. But it is best not to use it. I think the junior brother has his own sense of propriety, so I won't say much as a brother."

He raised his hand and pointed out a sword light.

"The content of the secret method is included, please read it, Junior Brother."

Mo Yu stretched out his hand and took the sword glow into the palm of his hand, a message suddenly appeared in his mind, it was the method of secret practice.

After just scanning it briefly, Mo Yu was taken aback, because the secret method felt a little familiar to him.

Underworld magic way!

This is a magic secret technique that he mastered in his early years, burning vitality to explode terrorist attacks, but with the improvement of his strength, he has rarely used it.After all, the way of burning oneself and bursting out like crazy is too dangerous, and after using it, one will fall into absolute weakness, and any danger is enough to lose one's life.

And the secret method of Jianzong is like an enhanced version of the underworld magic way, and it cannot be stopped. Once it burns, after a period of strong combat power, it will inevitably end in death.

Is there some connection between the two?

This thought flashed by, and Mo Yu's face revealed a trace of weirdness.

Do the magic ways of the underworld in the Xuanhuang world and the secret art of the sword sect in the Abi world happen to be the same, or do they come from the same source.If it's the latter, the fog hidden between the sky and the earth will suddenly thicken a lot!

"Junior brother, is there something wrong?" Jian Wudao was puzzled seeing his delay in responding.

Mo Yu came back to his senses in an instant, "No." He thought for a while and said, "Brother, do you know where this secret technique comes from?"

Jian Wudao's expression changed slightly, he hesitated, and then said in a low voice, "This secret method was brought out from hell by the teacher back then."

Hell, the holy land of the world of Abi, has a large number of monks entering every year, and three out of ten remain, but they are still rushing forward like moths to the flame.

Mo Yu's eyes flickered slightly. If there is a chance, maybe he should go to hell.

Not to mention, there will be unexpected gains!