Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 32
In the Yinmoon Devil Palace, in the casting hall, there is a separate sword casting room.

"Clang clang clang."

Yang Jiao was batting close to the body, beating the iron plate with all his concentration.

And the mana in his body seems to echo the sound of hitting the iron plate every time he swings the hammer, so as to continuously refine the sharp and mellow mana, and polish and consume the dryness hidden deep in the mana.

Slowly with the iron piece, the prototype of the sword gradually formed, and then the mana was transported out, and the sword was filled with energy, supplemented by continuous forging.

Apparently, he is integrating the sword-forging technique into his own kung fu again, using the sword-forging method to hone his mana.

It makes Yang Jiao seem to be forging swords, but in fact he is constantly practicing and perfecting the Heaven Slashing Sword Art 2.0. Basically speaking, he is polishing his own skills.

After half a year, with the birth of thousands of swords, his mana is about to completely transform into sword-shaped mana.

Now is the time to come.

When the iron piece completely turned into the shape of a long sword, the mana wrapped by Yang Jiao quickly exerted force.

In a trance, a bit of sharp light flashed, and a sharp sword appeared in his hand.

At this moment, Yang Jiao felt a sense of satisfaction in his body.

At the same time, there is also a sense of warning that there is no way to advance, and the apex of cultivation skill has been touched across the heart.

Yang Jiao knows that his own strength has reached the limit of this world now, and conventionally speaking, if there is no particularly great opportunity, his own strength will never make a slight improvement.

However, there was no disappointment on his face, he just waved his hand casually, and hung the long sword in his hand on the sword stand beside him with precision.

I came to the hot spring specially built by casting spells next door, and after taking a bath.

As soon as he walked out of the Jianjian Hall, he saw the four sages of the Demon Palace coming hand in hand.

"See Holy King."

"Four sages are exempt from courtesy, what are you?"

Yang Jiao asked.

"Sage Monarch, you have been in Jianjian Hall for more than half a year, and I want to ask if you want to bring Nie Xiaoqian back to the Demon Palace. After all, the seven generations of resentful couples are related to our great cause of Yinyue."

Immediately, the evil dragon saluted and asked.

"If it is said that this sage is also the resentful couple of the seventh generation, do you believe it?"

Yang Jiao's eyes flickered slightly, and he stared at the four sages of the Demon Palace in front of him.

"Shengjun, how could you be the seventh generation's resentful couple? Wasn't the seventh generation's resentful couple's baby boy taken away by Xuanxin Zhengzong!"

Asura said, his mouth was full of disbelief.

"Then what if I'm really the lover of the Seventh World?"

Yang Jiao continued to ask.

The four sages of the Demon Palace looked at each other without any hesitation, their eyes were piercing, and they said to Yang Jiao firmly in unison:
"A day is a sage, and a lifetime is a sage."

"Okay, the idiom that I like the most is that you can't break it and you can't stand it."

"I have lived here in the Yinyue Dynasty. I don't know how many years. It's time to clean up the world."

"After all, something has to be destroyed in order to be reborn."

Yang Jiao's eyes were like hanging beads, and his eyes were shining brightly, looking at the four demons in front of him.

"Willing to die for the Holy King!"

There were sincere smiles on the faces of the four sages of the Demon Palace. The uneasiness that had appeared in their hearts before had disappeared, and they said to Yang Jiao solemnly.

At this time, the four sages of the Demon Palace felt that it was no longer important whether their sages were the resentful couple of the seventh generation.

They only knew that the man in front of them would definitely be the peerless sage who led the Yinyue Dynasty to dominate the world.

Afterwards, Yang Jiao counted, and it was about five months before the Lantern Festival, which was the day when the Heavenly Demon charged the Seven Demons.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes, and he immediately ordered to the Four Thoughts of the Demon Palace:
"The four sages listened to the order, and immediately summoned the elite of the Demon Palace, equipped with soldiers and horses, and went to the open-air hall to prepare for orders."

"As ordered."

The four sages of the Demon Palace took orders solemnly.

An hour later, on the open-air hall, three thousand elites stood solemnly, looking at Yang Jiao standing on the high platform of the third heaven with incomparable reverence.

"Masters, Xuanxin Zhengzong should die."

Yang Jiao looked down at the clouds below and said lightly, but a single stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves.

As the old enemy of the Yinyue Dynasty, Xuanxin Zhengzong has been stained with countless blood and deep feuds for hundreds of years.

If it is so easy to eliminate the opponent, why wait until now.

But when the three thousand monsters in the main hall felt Yang Jiao's unbridled aura of coercion like Tianwei.

Unparalleled fanaticism and admiration emanated from his eyes.

Predating the weak and the strong is the way of monsters. At this moment, even if Yang Jiao asks them to accept their orders and die, most of them will obey.

"Today, Xuanxin Zhengzong will definitely be destroyed, and we will return in triumph."

After Yang Jiao finished speaking, he jumped down and landed on a black dragon horse. With a wave of his big hand, the Xuanyin Demon Gate opened instantly.

Then, with three thousand elites headed by Jing Wuyuan and the Four Sages of the Demon Palace, they set out to conquer Xuanxin Zhengzong.

Outside Xuanxin's orthodox mountain gate, the Saintesses of the Three Realms sensed a large number of Yinyue Dynasty troops suddenly appearing outside the sect's gate.

Haven't had time to warn.

A sharp and unparalleled sword light that can cut through and destroy everything suddenly appeared.

In the blink of an eye, Xuanxin's orthodox mountain guard formation was cut into pieces.

Then, countless fierce sword lights appeared in the void, and with lightning speed, they chopped down the authentic disciples of Xuanxin into dust one by one.

The army of Yinyue could not help boosting their morale as they watched their sage king slaughter all directions, with unstoppable power.

Under the leadership of Yang Jiao, he rushed into Xuanxin's authentic mountain gate with incomparable speed.

"Yinyue Demon Lord, you are so courageous, you dare to lead your troops to attack my Xuanxin Zhengzong."

"This time, I will let you die without a burial place, and pay for the lives of my many disciples."

After Jin Guang heard the noise, he immediately came out to check. He saw most of the disciples who were killed and injured, and couldn't help but feel like tearing apart. This is the only remaining fruit seedling after the previous serious injury.

I saw that the golden light was indistinct, like a banished immortal descending from the earth, and the silent reciting of the mantra was full of the Taoist rhyme of the unity of heaven and man.

After a drop of blood appeared on the fingertips of both hands, a huge blood talisman flashed in the void.

He came towards Yang Jiao at top speed.

Just in Jin Guang's seemingly invincible blow, Yang Jiao stood still, and a bright sword light flashed like a frightened bird, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

"boom!"

In less than a breath, he split the attacking blood talisman into two, and saw Jian Guang rushing towards the golden light unabated.

"what!"

Just now, the golden light that was full of anger and high spirits suddenly looked like a dead dog lying in the dust.

And murmured:
"Impossible, this seat is practicing the most powerful Xuanxin secret art of Xuanxin Authentic Sect. Since I practiced it, every day I practice it, my own skill will double. From now on, I am ten times better than myself at the beginning. hundred times."

"How could it not be your opponent!"

"Because, this holy king is stronger than you who are ten times and a hundred times stronger."

Yang Jiao raised his eyes and looked at the golden light expressionlessly.

"metropolitan."

At this time, the fourth general Xuanxin came to Jin Guang quickly, holding his sword and looking at Yang Jiao with a wary expression.

With Qinglong's support, Jin Guang reluctantly got up, coughed a few times, and looked around miserable.

Finding that there are not many disciples left in his family, and the opportunity to exterminate the sect is close at hand, he immediately made up his mind that he must not become the eternal sinner of the Xuanxin sect.

So, he said to Yang Jiao:

"Mojun, my remaining disciples of the Xuanxin sect are powerless to resist. I would like to use my life as the price, and implore the Demon Lord to let them go."

"And, from now on, they will never be enemies of the Yinyue Dynasty."

"Sovereign, death is a big deal." As soon as Qinglong beside him opened his mouth, Jin Guang raised his hand to stop him.

Then he stared at Yang Jiao with tight eyelids.

And Yang Jiao's brows are full of indifference, why are there always people who are overwhelmed and want to use their lives for their lives to make some very excessive demands on him.

"Jin Guang, as the orthodox suzerain of Xuanxin, don't you know the principle of cutting grass and roots? You must know that being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself."

After finishing speaking, the Yixi sword slashed in the air, and all the fierce sword lights
With the speed that Jin Guang and Xuan Xinsi could not react in time, they pierced out.

As a result, several people turned into flying ash without even uttering a scream.

"Leave no one, kill."

An incomparably cold sentence drifted into the ears of the Yinyue army with the wind.

(End of this chapter)