At the beginning, I was blackened by the decapitated body

Chapter 84 The Great Show Begins! (The first change! Ask for a monthly ticket and ask for a subscription!)
After returning to the Demon Soul Sect with Yang Fan, the head of the Demon Soul Sect, he immediately called all the elders and disciples to return to the Demon Soul Sect.

Regarding the dynamics of the Demon Soul Sect, the Tianmo Sect and other forces all pay attention here.

With the changes in the Demon Soul Sect, these forces have guessed that the Demon Soul Sect should have found the location of the fairy tomb.

All of a sudden, all the big forces went to Demon Soul Sect and Xiehun Ridge one after another.

"That's where it disappeared."

Jian Wusheng, the sword ancestor of Tianjian Mountain, came to the place that Yang Fan and others had taken before, closed his eyes and felt something quietly.

However, nothing was felt.

The sliver of spiritual thought he had hidden in the Wusheng sword had completely disappeared.

"Demon Soul Sect, you have so much courage. You dare to kill the person I like. Even if the old ghost is not dead, I will make you Demon Soul Sect pay the price!"

Jian Wusheng stared at the position of Demon Soul Sect, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

Over the years, he has finally found the one who suits him best.

The talent is invincible, the most terrifying thing is this kid's talent in the way of swordsmanship, this is his best candidate.

But now, nothing.

"Belongs to Tianjian Mountain, all obey orders. The Demon Soul Sect killed Wuming, my disciple, and mobilized all the forces to attack the Demon Soul Sect without dying. Demonstrate the Demon Soul Sect disciples, and kill them all!"

A token of a small golden sword appeared in Jian Wusheng's hand, and he spoke viciously into it.

After Jian Wusheng finished speaking, the sky above the Tianjian Peak of Tianjian Mountain far away in Qingzhou, Jian Wusheng's words continued to echo, over and over again.

All the disciples of the Six Peaks on the Tianjian Peak of Tianjian Mountain, upon hearing the words of Jian Wusheng, the ancestor of the sword, each of them looked serious, drew out the long sword behind their backs, and directly flew into the sky with the sword.

"All disciples, board the Heavenly Sword and Battleship, and kill the Demon Soul Sect! Never die!"

When Murong Qi, head of Tianjian Mountain, heard Jianzu's words, his expression became solemn instantly.

As soon as Murong Qi's words fell, in Tianjian Peak, an extremely huge white sword flew out from the top of Tianjian Peak, floating in the air, and then continued to grow bigger.

The disciples of the six peaks of Tianjian Peak in Tianjian Mountain stepped on the huge flying sword with their swords.

When the disciples of Tianjianshan heard the news of Wuming's fall, their eyes were full of disbelief.

This is the closed-door disciple of Lord Jianzu, and the talent of swordsmanship is simply the kind that has never been seen before or since.

With his unknown strength and talent, within ten years, he will definitely have a place in this Lingyun domain.

But he never expected that he would die in the hands of the Demon Soul Sect.

They would not have believed it if Lord Jianzu hadn't spoken in person.

"Brother Xiao Feng, tell me, can we meet the Holy Maiden this time?"

A white-haired young man looked at Xiao Yi who was standing in front of him, who was even taller than him, and asked.

"It might work!"

When Xiao Yi heard the young man's words, he answered softly.

Xiao Feng is the name he uses in the Demon Soul Sect.After all, the only name he can remember in his heart is Xiao Feng.

"You said, do we have a chance to enter that fairy tomb?"

"Yes, we will. We may be the first to enter."

Listening to the white-haired boy's words, Xiao Yi smiled.

"The first batch, really? Sovereign Lord, can they value us so much? Do you think we will go in with the saint and the elder sister?"

Xiao Feng listened to the words of the white-haired young man beside him. If this guy hadn't been calculating for the long term, he really wanted to sew his talkative mouth shut.

"Maybe the first batch will go in, but if you want to go in with the saint and the elder sister, the possibility is too small, so small."

After Xiao Yi finished speaking, he rushed to the place where the Tianmo Sect gathered.

"Jian Wusheng, you old ghost, you must be crazy!"

A black figure stood in the air, looking at Jian Wusheng holding a blood sword in his hand, he opened his mouth to reprimand angrily.

"Old Ghost Wei, you Demon Soul Sect actually cut off my vitality and ruined my way. Today, I will destroy your Demon Soul Sect!"

Jian Wusheng's eyes were scarlet, looking at the black figure standing in front of him who couldn't see the face clearly, he spoke viciously.

"Who ruined your life, ruined your Dao. You also destroyed my Demon Soul Sect, and you rushed directly into my Demon Soul Sect, injured my grandson, and killed thousands of disciples of my Demon Soul Sect. Destroying My Demon Soul Sect, today, the old man will leave you here. I really thought that if the old man didn’t do anything, you would think that the old man was afraid of you!”

After the old man finished speaking, he waved his big hand, and the gray-black magic cloud of hundreds of thousands of meters rushed directly towards Jian Wusheng.

In that devil cloud, there are all innocent souls exuding faint devil energy.

"It's just an old ghost. It's just a person who looks like a ghost or a ghost. This old man will make you a real dead ghost today!"

Jian Wusheng looked at these unjust souls pounced on him, and danced a sword flower with the long sword in his hand.

"Tianjian Thirteen Kills Ninth Kill Tianqing!"

Following Jian Wusheng's heavenly tilt, a tens of thousands of meters long sword energy descended directly from the sky, cutting the magic cloud that was rushing towards him into two pieces with one sword.

And the black figure named Old Ghost Wei saw Jian Wusheng's sword, and two sharp black claws appeared on his hands.

As the two sharp black claws appeared in the old man's hand, the old man grabbed the sword Wusheng with one claw.

"Broken Soul Claw!"

"Tianjian Thirteen Kills Tenth Kill No Life!"

Following Jian Wusheng's sound of Wusheng, he slashed horizontally with his sword, directly hitting the old man's claws that were grabbing him.

There was a "boom" explosion, and a huge energy spread directly from the place where the two fought to the outside.

"Hahaha, Jian Wusheng, your sword skills are really declining!"

The shadowy old man looked at Jian Wusheng in front of him and smiled wildly.

"Falling? Falling, the old man can kill you!"

The sound of "bang bang bang" constantly resounded in this space, and only the sparks of the two sides colliding could be seen occasionally, and no one could be seen at all.

"Mu Changsheng, if you don't show up again, you won't be able to keep this old thing!"

The black shadow and Jian Wusheng fought again, and the whole person stepped back, shouting into the air.

"Hahaha, old ghost Wei, this old man is here to help you!"

Just as the old ghost Wei was yelling, Jian Wusheng's expression changed, and he stepped back directly, looking at a brawny naked-chested man who appeared from the air.

"Fellow Daoist Wusheng, don't be afraid, this old man is here to help you!"

The moment the strong man appeared, another old man appeared in this space.

The old man with black hair and long beard appeared directly opposite the strong man, standing in the air and looking at him.

The sound of "creak creak" suddenly sounded in the air.

When Jian Wusheng and the old man heard this voice, their faces changed.

They looked at the space where the sound came out, and a handsome young man appeared out of thin air.

Everyone watched the young man's appearance, and Old Ghost Wei and Mu Changsheng showed joy on their faces.

(End of this chapter)