The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 186 Immortal Kneeling (Please Subscribe)
In a sense, the cultivating civilization cultivates its own detachment. Although it comes from mortals, climbing step by step is breaking away from the boundaries that mortals should have.

Like these eyes.

Ordinary people need a light source to see things, but for the foundation-building monks, under the transformation of mana over the years, 'twilight vision' is instinct.

Going further up, when it comes to Yuanying Daxiu, it is also a common occurrence that "empty room produces whiteness". There is no light source, and you can see things clearly if you replace it with inspiration.

Not to mention the various magic eyes, as well as alternative means such as spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to make a group of Daxiu suddenly feel that the sky is dark.

But when Mo Chengjun threw the sword in his hand, everyone present only felt that the sky was dark...

This is not simply the darkening of the sky, but the stripping of vision and five senses. In a sense, the consciousness is blocked.

Then, in this dark world, a ray of sky lighted up.

From this end of the world in the field of vision, it extends to the other end of the world, and then gallops away in an instant, disappearing at the end of the world.

Until then, the sky suddenly brightened.

Everything seems to be back to normal.

There is only the vague sound of "嗤嗤嗤嗤", the sound of sword whistling, which seems to linger around the beam for three days, still buzzing in the ear.

It's just that the voice is so low, so low that you seem to think it's an illusion. Looking at the world, the sentient beings, it seems that nothing has changed.

But really nothing has changed?
No, it's not!
boom!
The sky, the mountain that fell down like Mount Tai, shattered at this moment.

It was like encountering the sharpest knife, cutting through the middle, split in two, and then lost all impact force, just fell in place!

Of course, any monk with some eyesight will find that not only the mountain is cracked, but also the magic flames that wrap around the mountain.

This magic flame is invisible, so it shouldn't be said that it was cut, not to mention that Lihuo supernatural power is also a first-class killing technique.

Even after being cut, it twists as if trying to grow back again.

But let the magic flame burn, the gap is still a gap, and even with the passage of time, the invisible sword energy is obliterated endlessly, so that the magic flame itself is dissipating.

And the mountain peak split in two and fell from the air, naturally revealing the big devil behind the mountain peak.

Baizhang's demon body is really terrifying, the burning Lihuo demon flame ignites the wrath of the world, and the ferocious dragon head can make people shudder even at a glance.

But at this moment, Lihuo Moxian didn't move too much, instead he seemed very calm.

Especially the pair of red fierce pupils, unexpectedly lost the fire of anger that was burning all the time, but became a little more rational.

He looked up at the sky, at the indescribably majestic Nantianmen, and at the burly and majestic King of Heaven in golden armor, his eyes turned from anger to bewilderment.

He seemed to think a lot and see a lot.

He still remembers how many years ago, he was an ordinary young man in a mountain town, carrying a book basket to the private school every day, being scolded by the teacher and beaten by his father.

But he never cared, still mischievous.

At that time, he only thought that he could live his life so carefree.

But everything was ruined, ruined that night, ruined on the day of my wedding, ruined in the hands of a group of 'thieves' who came from nowhere.

He saw his father being stabbed through the chest; he saw his mother beheaded; he saw his fiancée being dragged into a corner, tearing her red robe, crying hysterically.

He was hung under the eaves of that roof, watching all this, and watching all his relatives and friends die, stumps covered the ground, and streams of blood.

And all of this is because he soiled a certain son's new shoes.

A pair of newly bought shoes was stained with a mouthful of phlegm he spit out at will, and it took 120 people to fill it up...

I don't know if it was because the son wanted to see his miserable situation, or because of his fate, he escaped by luck.

People are not dead.

But his heart is dead!

Since that day, he has lived for only one purpose - revenge.

People have seven emotions and six desires, but he, since that day, only has anger burning in his chest, which has never been extinguished.

For revenge and quick success, he practiced the demon technique and even learned the magic technique.

He never cared about being obsessed, as long as he had power, and he turned himself into a demon and not a human, but even after all this tossing, he still didn't die.

Therefore, the one who died should be his enemy.

So, he set out for revenge.

He slaughtered the whole family of the young master, in front of him, from an 80-year-old man to a one-year-old child, and cut them to pieces alive in front of him. He was not allowed to blink.

He also slaughtered the nine clans of Brother Gongzi, the nine clans in the true sense, implicated tens of thousands of people, and none of them escaped.

He was still not satisfied with this, so he cursed with a secret method, causing the occasional fish that slipped through the net to suffer from poisonous sores, fester and die, and the pain was so painful.

He even destroyed the ancestral grave of the young master, and arrested Yintu's ancestors, eighteen generations of ancestors with the bones of their ancestors, and beat them to death.

Brother Young Master watched and witnessed all of this with his own eyes.

Then, he, who was arrogant and arrogant, went crazy!

But you can't escape if you are crazy. Even if you die, you will have to refine your soul for hundreds of years, exhausting all torture methods until the other party's soul is gone.

This revenge!

Reported thoroughly!

But he didn't feel much relief.

Only anger was burning in his heart, and he fell into endless anger. He disliked everything he saw, and then destroyed and killed.

For hundreds of years, killing people and demons, ghosts and demons, a total of millions of people have achieved today's Lihuo Demon Immortal.

Mo Chengjun's sword was miraculous, it actually cut off the anger of his emotions, and let him break free from the sea of ​​desire.

At this moment, he was calm. Since the day of revenge, he had never been so calm.

But ask yourself, if you give him another chance, will he fall into the devil again?
he does not know.

Even to this point where he killed Ying Ye, did he regret it?
It doesn't seem to have either!
But now, in fact, it is meaningless to entangle these.

Facing the Golden Armored Heavenly King, Lihuo Moxian finally asked his own question with a calm heart: "I don't know if I am lucky, but at whose hands did I die?"

Under the Nantian Gate.

The flying sword turned into a rainbow and returned, Mo Chengjun stretched out his hand to take it, and lifted it upside down again, as if everything just happened was just a trivial matter.

However, facing Lihuo Moxian who was obviously much more normal, he did not reject the other party's question, but replied very seriously.

As a result, the majestic and majestic voice resounded through the world again, and it also fell into the ears of everyone present.

He only heard him say: "I am one of the four heavenly kings in the heavenly court, the guard of the Nantian Gate, the heavenly king of Chiguo, and Mo Liqing."

The sound reverberated across the sky and the earth, and for a moment a needle could be heard quietly.

After a long time, it was Lihuo Moxian who spoke out the aspirations of everyone present.

"A mere door guard has such magical powers, and I don't know what kind of power this heaven is?"

Saying so, he laughed sarcastically: "But, it doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me, and I can't see it anymore."

Before he finished speaking, the divine light in Li Huo Moxian's eyes dissipated, leaving only ashes.

It's just that in the last look, instead of the monstrous anger, there was a touch of relief.

And because of the absence of divine sense restraint, the monstrous Lihuo magic flames were covered in black smoke, and dissipated in the air as they rose.

In the air, there is a scorching smell, and there are faint wailings of dead souls.

Above the purple air, Mo Chengjun nodded in satisfaction, only thinking that this is a coercion, and he will give it [-] points.

Moreover, with the life of a demon fairy, such a clean death is definitely enough to shock everyone.

Below, it is estimated that there will be no big storms.

However, just as this thought flashed across his mind, he heard the sound of sword whistling.

laugh!
A sword rainbow suddenly rose from the south, and fell to the front within a breath.

Although he didn't dare to get too close, but so far, he was the only one who got closer.

Moreover, the speed of the sword was so fast that Mo Chengjun couldn't even react. He almost shook his hand and was about to throw the flying sword in his hand again.

However, when he saw the person coming, he immediately suppressed the urge to strike, and tried his best to maintain his posture. He just turned his head slightly and looked down at the person coming.

It was Shen Jinxiu, Sword Master of the Four Seasons, who came, and her eyes were fiery at this time, even with a faint excitement that couldn't be extricated.

The direction she was looking at was not Mo Chengjun, but Li Huo Moxian, to be exact, the distance where the sword disappeared.

She seemed to be savoring, comprehending, pondering, and even pursuing, pursuing the aura and spirit of that sword.

She only felt that this sword was very familiar, it seemed to include what she thought and learned, but it was far beyond, as if she had gone farther and farther on a road, and became a lighthouse that could guide her forward.

Of course, if Mo Chengjun knew about her thoughts, she would definitely slap her thigh.

No, this sword is learned from Xinghe Jianzong's kendo, if you are not familiar with it, you will be damned.

On the other side, until she could no longer find what she wanted in the air, she faced Mo Chengjun, bowed respectfully, and said: "I can see the Immortal Sword today, and I am yearning for it. sorry.

However, I don't know if I am lucky enough to know the name of this supreme swordsmanship? "

At this moment, Mo Chengjun tried his best to suppress the urge to twitch the corners of his mouth, and his heart was in chaos.

Good guy, the backstage boss who usually has to be respectful when meeting you, suddenly ran in front of you, making a gesture like a little girl?
Who can bear this?
This is awkward, and it's really a bit, ahem, I don't get used to it.

Of course, I have to say, it's actually quite cool.

It was just this daze, another sword light fell, protecting the female sword master behind her.

The old master gave Shen Jinxiu a hard look, which made the female sword master shrink back, but he was extremely afraid of this golden armor king.

He suddenly restrained his sword intent, never showed any hostility, but said apologetically: "It was my lax discipline that offended this fellow Taoist, uh, Heavenly King, Heavenly King...

Please forgive me! "

"You don't need to worry about such small things."

Mo Chengjun seemed very satisfied with his last title, and waved his hand in a very magnanimous manner.

She also thoughtfully explained to the female sword master: "This sword is not a supernatural skill of swordsmanship. Although I am proficient in swordsmanship, I dare not use the word 'superior' indiscriminately."

"As for the title of this sword?"

Meanwhile, North.

The flames of the Lihuo demon finally dissipated completely, and the Baizhang demon body was completely exposed in front of everyone. The body that looked like a horse and a dragon was really terrifying at first glance.

But just as Mo Chengjun opened his mouth, the head of Baizhang's demon body, the ferocious dragon head, fell off.

It rolled down from the neck and rolled on the ground for countless times, with a pair of lost eyes still staring into the distance.

And that huge demon body, with four hooves softened, faced the Nantianmen and knelt down on the ground.

Above the purple air, Mo Chengjun said very seriously: "There is a saying about this sword, I call it, one sword, the immortal kneels!"

Once the sword is released, the immortal also kneels!

This name is extremely arrogant. In this world, it is really about to blow the cowhide to the sky.

But coupled with the fall of a demon fairy, kneeling on the ground, who dares to say that this swordsmanship is not worthy of the name?
Or, among so many immortal overhauls present, who dares to say that he is willing to face this sword head-on?
No!

Even the old master is unwilling!

Of course, what they didn't know was that Mo Chengjun was actually suffering and couldn't tell.

Do you really think this sword is useful?
Do you really think that after this sword, he can use such a powerful second sword in a short time?
However, in any case, he bluffed this group of people.

Now, given eighteen guts, few of them would dare to do anything. They were really scared enough!
Mo Chengjun also secretly heaved a sigh of relief, he just felt that today's matter might be over, and it could be considered safe.

However, just when he was about to say a few more words to bring things to an end, he heard the old master speak.

The old master is also an old man, seeing that the golden armored king in front of him has a kind attitude, so he immediately hit the snake with the stick and asked the question in his heart.

"This heavenly king invited me, and Yu Chi has lived for eight hundred years, but I have never heard of the name 'Heavenly Court'.

I don't know, is the king of heaven willing to solve my doubts for us? "

　I've seen it here, are you embarrassed not to give me a ticket?
　　Excuse me?

　　I think you guys are embarrassed, so give me your tickets, quack quack quack! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)