Distress: Buddhist Prison Jingxuan

Chapter 131 The Sword in the World
Time flies, EMI is beautiful, in an instant.

In the West Martial Arts Forest, Jingxuan took advantage of this period of time to manage the sub-base of the Buddha Prison in an orderly manner and flourished day by day.

Just today, an invitation was delivered to his desk, and the signature on the letter was that of Yanshan Iron Clan.

In addition, there is another letter, which was sent by his subordinates.

"It seems that the Iron Clan wants me to choose a sword..."

"However, for the darts booked, I think there is a high probability that I will refuse."

"So arrange an escort agency first, and plan to transport it to the Buddha Emperor of the Nine Realms after I refuse."

"And this Escort Agency was run by my subordinates. What a weird coincidence."

"But it doesn't matter..."

After thinking about it, Jingxuan stood up, stepped out of the room, and went to Yanshan Iron Clan in the light of light.

Not long after, he came to the vicinity of Yanshan Mountain, and immediately moved into it.

The scenery inside is completely different from the outside. Because of the sacrifice of the demon sword, the hot mountains and frozen rivers have actually contributed to a wonderful yin and yang.

Jingxuan looked at the Tiezu who changed their fate through him, thoughtfully, and said with emotion.

"The Yanshan Iron Clan is no longer the Iron Clan in my memory."

"Brother Jingxuan, you are here!"

Great Elder of the Iron Clan, oh no, he should be the patriarch of the Iron Clan already.

Seeing Jingxuan's arrival, he hurriedly came in front of him, his brows and eyes brimming with happiness.

"Ha, patriarch of the Iron Clan, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, but you are still as handsome as ever."

Jingxuan looked at the person in front of him, nodded slightly, and then praised.

"Ha, I'm already so old, what else is there, you can just joke!"

"Come here today, are you here for the silence of the gods!"

The patriarch of the Iron Clan heard the words, smiled and stroked his beard, and then asked aloud.

"No, I'm just here to take a look."

After hearing the question from the person in front of him, Jingxuan shook his head and explained briefly.

"So that's the case, that's really a pity..."

Hearing the words, the patriarch of the Iron Clan had a look of helplessness flashing across his face, and then he led Jingxuan towards the direction of the silence of the gods.

Not long after, the two had arrived at their destination, and saw a sword with a rather strange handle stuck on the high platform.

"Huh? This sword is not a finished work."

Jingxuan looked at the sword on the high platform, and after scanning for a moment, he couldn't help saying something in surprise.

It's really the sword in front of me, it's not a sword at all, but like a magic weapon, and this is the mold that that ghost came up with.

Compared with the sword in my memory, it can only be said that it is completely different.

"How, brother Jingxuan, is your heart moved?"

"If you are moved, I can replace the Iron Clan and give you this sword."

The patriarch of the Iron Clan looked at the stunned Jingxuan, and suddenly felt wrong in his heart, thinking that he had taken a fancy to this weapon, and then hurriedly said a word.

"Thank you, kindly."

"But can I take a closer look?"

When Jingxuan heard the words, he knew that he would be wrong, so he smiled and directly declined.

"All right…"

"As for viewing, there is nothing wrong with it!"

After hearing Jingxuan's polite refusal, the patriarch of the Iron Clan felt very helpless, but after hearing the request to watch it, he raised a glimmer of hope, and nodded in agreement.

"Well, thank you!"

When Jingxuan raised his hand, the air flowed suddenly, and he took the silence of the gods into his hand.

"Clanging..."

After a crisp sound, the Moment of All Beings was unsheathed.

After feeling the power of the weapon in his hand, Jingxuan couldn't help but wrinkled his brows, and said a word of emotion to the person on one side.

"This weapon is not simple."

"I'm afraid consecration is even more troublesome..."

"Indeed, this soldier was originally set to be consecrated by Buddha's power, but I have a backup."

"So now, not only Buddha, but also Taoism and Confucianism can be consecrated."

"Since brother Jingxuan doesn't like it, I can only send this soldier to where he should go."

Hearing this, the patriarch of the Iron Clan took the weapon in Jingxuan's hand and explained it briefly.

"Ha, I'm afraid those who can use this weapon are not simple people."

Jingxuan looked at the long sword in the hand of the Iron Clan patriarch, and couldn't help saying something quietly.

Then he looked towards the entrance of Yanshan Mountain, and asked the people around him aloud.

"What happened to that magic sword!"

"Ha, after being forged by brother Jingxuan's divine flame, that demonic sword no longer has any demonic energy."

The patriarch of the Iron Clan followed Jingxuan's gaze and looked at the entrance of Yanshan Mountain, and then explained.

"Oh……"

Hearing this, Jingxuan couldn't help becoming interested, and walked towards the entrance of Yanshan Mountain.

Seeing this, the patriarch of the Iron Clan followed in Jingxuan's footsteps and went to the entrance of Yanshan Mountain together.

As soon as he saw Yanshan, a wave of heat rushed straight into the sky.

Among them, a Huili sword is quietly staying at the entrance of Yanshan Mountain.

"Well, this sword is really extraordinary..."

"However, since this sword has no magic energy, why continue to forge the Silence of the Gods?"

Jingxuan looked at the divine sword in front of him, and asked the person beside him.

"Ha, brother Jingxuan, this is Yanshan Iron Clan."

"The goal of the Iron Clan is to forge magical weapons that are rare in the world."

"Since you can get another divine soldier, why refuse it?"

The patriarch of the Iron Clan couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, and explained aloud why the Silence of the Gods still needs to be forged when there is no devil energy left.

"I see……"

Facing the sword in front of him, Jingxuan slowly stretched out his hand, and a mysterious and mysterious aura erupted from him in an instant.

All the swords that had been forged and the swords that had failed to be forged among the Iron Clan felt this momentum, and they all bent their swords and bowed their heads to the ground.

"This……"

The patriarch of the Iron Clan looked at all the kneeling swords and couldn't help being stunned.

When he came back to his senses, the creation of the world had fallen into the hands of Jingxuan.

"Thank you very much, I look forward to seeing you and me in the future."

"Please……"

Jingxuan held the suppressed creation in his hand, nodded slightly, and then turned away from here.

At the same time, under a tree, the person who was thinking with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes.

He got up abruptly, and looked in Jingxuan's direction with a serious face.

"At the end of the way of the sword... I never thought that there would be such a character in the affliction..."

"Maybe I can find my answer in you."

As soon as a word fell, the figure turned into light, and its shape gathered like a sword. In a flash, it was thousands of miles away, and it quickly approached in the direction of Jingxuan.

On the other side, Jingxuan noticed that someone was approaching him quickly, and couldn't help saying a word in surprise.

"The sword I used to suppress the creation of the world was actually noticed."

"It's still so far apart, which is interesting."

"This sword has been sealed by me, if you want to use it, you can unlock it yourself, and send this sentence and the sword to the eternal sky."

A figure appeared in the ground, and after taking over the creation, it disappeared again.

But Jingxuan never left, just stopped here quietly.

Not long after waiting, I heard a poem resounding between heaven and earth.

"Jianzhi is sincere but strange, and the peak of dust is not surprising."

"?"

Looking at the swordsman falling from the sky, Jingxuan couldn't help raising his eyebrows, just because he didn't know this person at all.

When did such a powerful swordsman appear in such a difficult situation, he looked like a human being but not a human being, as if he was on the last step of leaving the world.

"This is not your body..."

"But it also shows that your state is already inhuman."

The visitor looked at Jingxuan, his eyes swept across, and he couldn't help but contained a trace of disappointment, but more of it was a fighting spirit, a churning fighting spirit.

(End of this chapter)