Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 301
In Yanshan, Emperor Mozun looked at the purple-clothed man running away from a distance, his thoughts were incomprehensible, and the Doomsday Sun who was chasing after him didn't talk about a fair fight, so he immediately launched a sneak attack.

The demon sighed softly, and raised his hand without looking back. The doomsday scorching sun suddenly felt that all his true energy was uncontrollably rioting.

"You, what did you do to me?"

The madman, who had completely lost control of his body, fell to the ground violently, and raised his head unwillingly to ask the devil's back.

"Idiot, even if you don't know that the demonic energy that helps you escape from the cage is provided by this seat, you should find a place to hide and cultivate your health and rest immediately after you escape, and come out to be a demon after you recover.

"Originally, I still had unrealistic delusions about you, but I hope that you can make some waves in the martial arts world, and bring even a little bit of fun to me, and it will not be in vain for me to work hard."

The demon taunted mercilessly: "Unfortunately, you are too disappointing. Letting you go like this, I am afraid that you will go to Xianshan in three days. It is really a waste of effort."

Before the venom-like words were finished, the man in purple took away the love of the city that suppressed the ferociousness in his belly, and restored the former violent and fierce beast that chose to devour others. Forged iron chains.

Once the anger that had been imprisoned by the stove for hundreds of years erupted, Chong Li fiercely rushed at the two people within sight. It would eat the two guys to stuff their teeth, and then go to the densely populated place , Eat him a thousand, no, 1 two-legged sheep, to make up for the taste of human flesh that has not been tasted for hundreds of years.

"Hehe, look, a beast will ignore its owner and bite its owner."

The Emperor Mozun did not let go of the scorching sun of doomsday, and taunted him before aiming the magic sword Chuangshi at Chongli's bloody mouth, his eyes were full of coldness: "And as a master, you must use a sword, a whip, and a whip to break the beast. The bones and sinews of animals are crushed, and the dignity of animals is crushed, and only after they are completely tamed can they begin to express love and tolerance."

The devil burst out with monstrous devilish energy, forming a majestic shadow of a dragon in the sky. Following a false slash with a sword, the dragon let out a long roar at the same time, rushing towards the maddened beast like an overturning mountain .

Chong Li felt strong pressure, but it was too late to turn to flee at this time, the fierceness in his blood was fully stimulated when facing the desperate situation, completely blinded Chong Li's spiritual wisdom.

The giant beast was like a falling star, and it collided with the long dragon fiercely, shaking for a hundred miles around, and saw the ground crack, and the earth and rocks were lifted up. These things had no effect on the emperor, but made him locked up by the demonic energy behind him. Gong's doomsday scorching sun suffered a lot.

The madman's body was first shaken up into the sky and then fell down quickly. At the same time, sand, stones and even scattered swords kept attacking him. When he hit the ground again, his whole body had turned into a blood gourd.

As for the confrontation between demons and beasts, there was naturally no suspense in the outcome. Chong Li was sent flying backwards by the Demon Sword Chuangshi, and smashed hard on the tall wind furnace carefully built by the Iron Clan behind him, and exploded on it with a bang. a big hole.

But within a few breaths, only Emperor Mozun, the only standing life left in the entire Yanshan Mountain, of course, he is also the ultimate winner of course.

The demon looked at Chong Li, who was seriously injured and shattered, then at the doomsday sun dripping with blood and could no longer hear his breath, and finally at Yanshan, which was desolate and deserted, where there were no Iron Race living, and suddenly laughed .

"Since all of you are useless, why don't you take this opportunity to go back to the furnace and rebuild. I may not be able to make a Monkey King, but it would be nice to have a Chimera."

The magic flute started again, but this time it wasn't the ear-piercing secret magic sound, as the purple-clothed man had expected before, the melody of resentment and loneliness flowed out, and scattered in all directions with the wind.

Qijue Demon Tune · Eternal Regret.

Forever and forever, this hatred is endless.

The sound of the flute looped around, drifting towards the high mountain pass, diving into the deep cave, and the entire Yanshan territory gradually changed in the sound of the magical flute.

All of a sudden, the armor on Emperor Mozun's body came off one after another, and recombined into a pitch-black nine-headed dragon in the air. When the dragon's mouth opened and closed, there was a deep and loud sound.

"One hates magic weapons for being useless; the other hates a hundred years of loneliness."

Crash, inside and outside the Yanshan Mountain, the Iron Clan built it for thousands of years but didn't send it out, just put aside at random or inserted in the surrounding ground, countless magical weapons rose into the sky, as if they were inspired to gather towards the Emperor Demon Lord .

When he first arrived in Yanshan, the sword master used ten thousand swords to drive him away. He thought he was the least talented among the five elders of the iron clan, and the works he forged independently were not satisfactory. The defective products were all randomly inserted in the periphery of Yanshan Mountain as guards.

Following the Earth Sword Master's formation, thousands of swords shot at the Emperor Mozun. It was already a scene of black clouds and raindrops like waterfalls, but compared with this time, it was nothing.

The Iron Clan used to be a big blacksmithing clan, so there are more than a thousand magical weapons that have been accumulated so far without knowing their master?Even though with the turmoil of the year and the fall of the Iron Clan, most of them have been destroyed, the remaining five elders of the Iron Clan have never stopped casting in the following hundred years.

At this time, there are more than one hundred thousand sharp weapons with blown hair and broken hair and iron-cut iron like mud suspended in the air. People are complaining about them!

It is the glory of weapons to be broken on the battlefield, even if it is short, it is a glorious life, but they have been deprived of the possibility of glory since their birth.

Some are lacking in texture, some are not beautiful in appearance, such and such flaws make them uninterested, and if there is no accident, they will only sleep forever in the dark belly of the Yanshan Mountain until they are eroded by the years.

However, the appearance of Emperor Mozun brought about changes. Even if he couldn't take these swords away, he helped them express the resentment that no one understood or asked for thousands of years.

Wisps of resentment flowed down from the swords. Looking at each sword alone, it was as faint as a hair, but together they could cover the entire sky!
The nine-headed dragon swallowed all the grievances, and then swung the dragon's tail, and the swords and swords in the sky merged into a torrent of steel like ordered soldiers and fell into the tumbling magma of Yanshan Mountain.

They will be melted and blended under the burning of the raging fire, and all the impurities will be burned away, leaving only the most essence to condense into a new sword embryo. The last wish of all swords, once born, will surely become a top magic weapon not inferior to the creation of the magic sword.

The nine-headed magic dragon did not stop, and continued to solemnly declare: "The third hatred has not been successful; the fourth hatred is foolish and unclear."

(End of this chapter)