Purgatory

Chapter 350 Origin Devil Sword

"Is he Li Zhaotian's new closed disciple?"

"Li Zhaotian, are you still planning to make him the future owner of the sword building?"

"I didn't see that there was something special about him."

"Li Zhaotian is so stubborn that he stayed in the Immortal Realm for many years. He has been refusing to challenge the True God, saying that he has not found a suitable successor. In my opinion, he is just cowardly and just making excuses for himself!"

"No, he has finally chosen a kid, should he be promoted to the True God?"

"He, can he provoke the heavy responsibility of the master of Jianlou?"

"..."

It was like stepping into a vegetable market, and there was an incomparably noisy sound from the floor below.

Pang Jian couldn't help being stunned.

Shaped like an upside-down nine-story pagoda, the ninth floor is the flattest, with a stairway opening in the center that leads directly to the floor below.

On the ninth floor, all he saw was a broad spirit sword, a spirit sword as narrow as a finger, black iron, gemstone, gold, and many other spirit swords made of different materials.

Some swords have no brilliance, like scrap copper and rotten iron, while some sword gods have brilliant brilliance, which is very attractive.

Some swords are placed on the wooden boards, some swords are in the sword box, and some swords are inserted on the wooden boards, as if drawing strength from them to warm the blades.

On the ninth floor platform, Pang Jian took a rough look and found that there were hundreds of spirit swords.

However, it was not the spirit sword at this level that made the noise of discussion.

"Without the birth of a sword soul, it can only be regarded as a high-level spiritual weapon at most, and its value is not that great."

Pang Jian walked down the stairs.

In the nine-story sword building, the edge is downward, and the lower the spirit sword, the higher the level.

Eighth, seventh, sixth.

The three floors of the sword building are also filled with all kinds of spiritual swords, but there is also no sword soul born, no matter how exquisite and strange it looks, Pang Jian ignores them all.

From the fifth floor, the number of spirit swords began to decrease significantly, with only twenty or thirty on the first floor.

Some of the spirit swords here are displayed in cabinets, some are placed in special crystal jade, and some are inserted into wooden boards.

The spirit sword here can already make chirping sounds.

Pang Jian casually touched a spirit sword that was two fingers wide and three feet long, as thin as cicada's wings.

in the sword.

A [-]-year-old girl in the prime of her youth, with bright and gorgeous dresses, said evilly in her eyes: "Get off your dirty hands!"

She gave Pang Jian a hard look in the sword.

The sharp sword light burst out suddenly, almost cutting Pang Jian's fingertips, forcing Pang Jian to let go.

"Twisted melons are not sweet."

A leaden gray broadsword inserted into the wooden wall, said with a smile: "Come here, pull me out, sir, and I will follow you!"

"Little master, don't pick and choose, take me, and we will conquer the world together!"

"Buzz! Buzz!"

There was a sudden sound of a sword, and the sword wanted to break free from the wall, but it didn't seem to have the ability to do so.

"Little master, choose me, choose me!"

"You are Li Zhaotian's apprentice, the future owner of the Sword Tower, and I will be famous all over the world with you in the battle of Purgatory!"

"I feel it, you are practicing the mystery of extreme cold, I am the most suitable for you!"

"Buzz!"

Among the many spirit swords on the fifth floor, some rejected him and cursed him, while others actively invited him.

Pang Jian didn't touch it with his body, but felt it with his soul, and faintly saw that there was a sword soul in each of the spirit swords.

They are either in the form of humans, or strange beasts, and some appear as a cloud of mist, or a crystal of gemstone.

There are all kinds of sword souls, strange and weird.

But without exception, none of them can leave the sword, nor can they move with the sword.

"It's not a good choice either."

Pang Jian went down to the fourth and third floors.

Same result.

The spirit swords of the third, fourth, and fifth floors have reached the level of holy artifacts, and already have sword souls, but they are not considered top holy artifacts.

When he reached the second floor, he found that there were only twelve spirit swords, all of which were floating in mid-air.

As soon as Pang Jian came down, the twelve spirit swords flew towards him, flying around him, chattering non-stop, and commenting on him.

From these twelve spirit swords, Pang Jian felt the obvious mystery of the Dao.

It seems that if you choose a sword at will, you can use its avenue to confer gods in the future.

"Lan Meng was bestowed on a boy named Qi Qingsong, and has since left us."

"He and that guy are in the same group, and they also want to choose a path of conferring gods, but the aura in his body is mixed, so it is not suitable for us at all."

"He is not qualified to be a god, so I don't like him."

"Well, with his aptitude, he should choose a sword on it. We don't welcome him here."

The twelve spirit swords actually formed a small group on the second floor of the sword building, with surprisingly unified opinions, and immediately sentenced Pang Jian to death.

Afterwards, the twelve spirit swords returned to their positions as if they were too lazy to talk to him.

Still don't say a word.

Pang Jian glanced at it, and knew that he might not be able to capture any of the spirit swords on this level.

So, it went straight to the first floor.

As soon as he came in, his face was shocked.

He didn't see the sword, but saw three people!

There are two old men, one fat and one thin, wearing blue robes, they are clearly the seniors of Jianlou.

The two of them were holding black and white flags to play chess at the moment, while a flame phoenix was floating in midair.

The old man playing chess, as if he didn't see him coming in, was still immersed in the chess game.

The flame phoenix transformed into a magnificent blue-clothed woman. She smiled at Pang Jian and said, "It's very interesting that you refined a drop of phoenix marrow but didn't become a phoenix guard."

Pang Jian was shocked.

"Your soul..."

She frowned, felt silently for a few seconds, and her expression gradually became dignified.

"I have never felt such a majestic divinity in any human race's concentrating state! In the past few years, during the opening of purgatory, there were also people who captured the alien god puppets and forged the soul through refining the divinity."

"but……"

She shook her head and said solemnly: "All are inferior to you."

The two old men who were playing chess turned their attention away from the chessboard at this moment, and looked at Pang Jian curiously.

"Feng Niang, are you sure?"

the thin old man asked.

"Ah."

The woman transformed into a fire phoenix said: "In the past, there were people who endowed all the spiritual consciousness of the Dongxuan Realm with divinity, and used this to create a divine soul. But those people, the amount of divine consciousness is far less than him."

"Two..."

Feng Niang smiled lightly, bowed slightly, and said: "I am destined to be with him, and I have fallen in love with him, so let's say goodbye."

"Fengniang, don't pursue your sister's death after you go out. Otherwise, I'm afraid that even this soul of yours will be annihilated, and the sword tower may also be destroyed!"

The thin old man reminded seriously.

"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for Jianlou." Feng Niang said duplicity.

"Crack! Crack!"

In the corner of this floor, there was a strange sound coming from something.

Pang Jian looked at it in astonishment, and saw a black crystal-like handle, trying to pull it out with all his might.

That was also a sword.

It's just that the blade of the sword is completely submerged in the wooden board, and only the black jade-like handle is exposed, so it is inconspicuous.

"Origin Demon!"

The expressions of the two old men and Flame Phoenix changed.

Groups of black magic flames ignited from the black crystal's handle, and a twisted and brutal madness surged out from the black magic flames, instantly permeating the entire sword building.

The nine-story sword tower turned black in an instant, as if smeared with ink.

"Origin Demon Sword!"

"Why does this sword change!"

"what happened?"

Inside the sword building, all the swords that were born with spirituality were frightened by the overflowing breath from the first floor of the sword building.

Outside the sword tower, the Immortal Realm Elder on the sword tower on the top of the mountain also suddenly changed color.

Disciples who were unclear about the situation and didn't know about the Yuanmojian hurriedly asked the elders beside them humbly for advice, asking about matters related to the Yuanmojian.

"This sword does not belong to our sword building, but the sword held by the last suzerain of the Demon Sword Sect branch of the Demon Sect."

"Because of that suzerain, because of this Yuanmo sword, the Demon Sword Sect has been directly expelled from the Demon Sect."

"In the world, there is no more Demon Sword Sect, nor Yuan Demon Sword."

"This sword has not changed in the past 300 years. This kid didn't disturb the Excalibur, but instead disturbed the Demon Sword!"

"Hoo! Hoo hoo!"

Liu Junhong, Guang He, Wang Ce, and Xu Wei, four elders at the Immortal Realm level, landed on the four corners of the first floor of the Sword Tower, and put on a posture of being ready for battle.

Chen Weihuang frowned, and sent a message with the sword command: "Master, he has disturbed the Yuanmo sword."

In the first world, Li Zhaotian, who was in the first realm, discussed with the giants and true gods from all sides about fighting with alien races, and informed all parties of the danger beyond the sky. .”

"But that's not the sword of our sword building!" Chen Weihuang shouted.

"As long as it is a sword, it belongs to the sword building in my eyes! What kind of righteous sword, evil sword, demon sword, as long as it is a sword, it is in line with our Dao!"

The old god Li Zhaotian was there, and continued to sit and talk.

The first floor of the Sword Tower.

"I want him!"

A voice full of madness and violence sounded from the magic sword that was inserted into the wooden wall and suppressed by the three divine swords: "The new era has arrived, and the most terrifying catastrophe in purgatory has begun. He can only bear the burden if he is combined with me." Take up the responsibility of revitalizing the Sword Tower!"

"Purgatory is about to perish, and the world here will also be shattered. Sword Tower, Demon Sword Sect, and all sword sects in the world will finally usher in a new life!"

"You three old bastards, let me go, let me go out!"

"I smell it, I smell the blood on his body, I smell the strong karmic aura on his body! I want to use his body and my swordsmanship to slaughter the gods and gods who are about to come!"

"I am the spirit of the demon, but he can bear my way!"

The Yuanmo Sword buzzed.

The scream of the sword soul made the three sword spirits feel a headache.

Pang Jian's eyes were horrified, he kept staring at the dangling hilt of the sword, but it was a strange sword that couldn't leave the wall.

"Li Zhaotian has sent a message!"

The fat old man's face darkened, his eyebrows frowned, and he looked at Feng Niang and said, "What he means is that as long as Yuan Mojian is willing to be controlled by him, we will not allow him to continue to suppress him."

"Is Li Zhaotian crazy too?" Feng Niang asked angrily.

"Tell him to draw the sword, and if he pulls it out, he will take away the Yuanmo sword." The skinny old man snorted, and said: "Li Zhaotian, a junior, has not succeeded in becoming a god, so we can treat his orders as appropriate. "

"Okay, then let him draw his sword!"

The fat old man and Feng Niang agreed.

……

(End of this chapter)