From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Battlefield north of the city.

At this point, the two sides had been fighting for a day.

Jiang Yuan replenished his Ascending Sword Qi, and occasionally used an ordinary sword move to kill monsters within dozens of miles. With the feedback of the Dao power of the Great Sima Ming, he had completed half of the Jade Pu Realm stage. If he were to go anywhere else, there would not be such a large number of monsters lining up to die.

Now, one hundred demon pills have been successfully refined, and the total number in the body has reached two hundred. The alchemy room is as bright as the night sky.

A total of one hundred strands of ascending sword energy.

After Jiang Yuan's natal item, the sword seal, was upgraded to an immortal weapon, his body became more stable and he began to condense it once again.

Among them, eighty strands of ascending sword energy were transformed into four strands of integrated sword energy. Each strand was equivalent to the full strength of a sword cultivator at the Fourteenth Realm. After using it once, it would take a day to recover.

Inside the original golden elixir, there are twenty black swords and four ink swords surrounding it.

Such a sensational "weight" directly causes the bearer to be covered with bruises all over his body.

Jiang Yuan seemed to be inexplicably covered in blood, and the sword energy continued to damage his body. Fortunately, he had the Saint Thief, which allowed him to continuously absorb the vitality of the corpses on the ground to repair himself. However, since he did not have the martial arts furnace, he could not devour everything like the Yangshen body.

In the Zi-zi area, the demon tribe attacked again.

The throne demon Bai Ying was standing above the battle line.

Its appearance was as white as jade, without any flesh and blood. Its throne was made of hundreds of thousands of skeletons. There were both monsters and sword cultivators. At the moment, they had no intention of taking action and just drank. Bai Ying stared at the young swordsman in front of her, who was really the opposite of herself.

Waves of rich vitality gathered towards someone, and the corpses of those who died in the battle stood up again and stood on both sides of the throne.

Bai Ying smiled and said, "Is it really okay not to use the sword? In the eyes of the sword cultivators, I should be the one who deserves to die the most."

Jiang Yuan still closed his eyes to rest, and said calmly: "If it is the turn of Yu Pujing to fight for the throne, then we should not defend this city."

Up to now, his Yin Spirit has put all its strength into the attack, and it is not without a chance of winning against the enemy throne, but there is a high probability that he cannot kill him. At most, he can lose hundreds or thousands of years of the opponent's Taoist power, and break a few of his precious treasures. As for the four black swords, the imaginary enemies are many unexpected things like Jin Daoren.

In addition, Bai Ying has a very close relationship with the Fourteen Giants.

The sword energy cleanses the body and the vitality repairs it, the two are like millstones that constantly sharpen the body.

At a certain moment, Jiang Yuan's body was shining brightly.

The flaws and defects left over from various stages of the physical body turned into black liquid that seeped out. It was not substantial, but more like a rotten part of a divine fruit.

A body as strong as that of a warrior who has finally reached the end of his life.

After breaking through the "Qi Sheng" boundary, the damage caused by sword energy to oneself is significantly reduced.

Jiang Yuan began to purify his clothes. After being bathed in blood, the demon-slaying embroidered clothes gradually turned black and red, and their appearance became more and more exquisite, but they were still a little far from the level of immortal weapons.

Now that he had some free time, he turned around and killed the Nascent Soul Swordsman in the Ghost Immortal Diagram. He now had twelve Earth Immortal Flying Sword relics in his hands. Their original owners were dead and their magical powers had dissipated, so they were of little use. After a little refinement, they could be used to deduce sword formations.

Bai Ying turned her head to look at the battlefield. An old sword immortal and a great demon who had just entered the immortal realm died together. Because the demons' bodies were inherently strong, and they had frequently fought with other demons after their training, they were generally not ordinary immortals in the vast world, so they were able to exchange lives. The old sword immortal had outstanding killing power, but it was a pity that neither side left any bones behind.

March is already high in the sky and the fierce battle has been going on for two days.

The seemingly endless demon army finally showed signs of thinning out. Golden gongs rang in the military tents, and troops were withdrawn from all fronts.

The sword cultivators were unable to pursue, and it was normal for more than one palm-sized Earth Immortal to be killed on one front. Although new people had grown up, the population loss could not be made up in a short period of time.

The three small worlds collapsed, Aliang returned to the city naked, and the big demon Liu Cha had a bruised face.

Dong Sangeng on the top of the city wall snorted coldly and thrust out a sword with all his might, like a cloud pressing down from the sky.

Taoist Jin raised his hand just halfway before slowly lowering it. He was not sure he could withstand Chen Qingdu's ruthless sword light that was piercing his heart. This kind of "hard work" could only be done by the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness. The other giants, except King Zhou, were not as good as him. However, the emperor being stabbed by the sword meant that the mountains and rivers would be in turmoil, and that person would definitely not stand up for no reason. The world within a thousand miles was turned upside down, and countless monsters were killed and injured. A great monster in the Jade Realm who did not have time to withdraw from the range died and disappeared, and its hundreds of feet long body was crushed into ashes.

Half an hour later, the opening battle ended, and the earthly immortals led the sword cultivators to clean up the battlefield, mainly to wash away the remaining Tao rhyme, so as not to pollute the independent time and place of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Jiang Yuan landed on the ground. The sword servant was too tired to talk. There were many cracks on his two natal flying swords, which needed immortal money and sword-grinding stones to repair. The materials were naturally the skeletons of the monster clan. Bai Ying was hated by all the sword cultivators because she always snatched these.

"Master, when you went to the small world, I almost died. Next time, the other side may target me and make things difficult for you." The sword servant said with a smile. As a sword servant, he should protect the sword master's safety.

Jiang Yuan didn't say anything and motioned the other person to turn around.

In the shadow behind him, the silver ghost poked out half of his head woodenly, with no light in his eyes. He was just a simple puppet, which meant that he would die without hesitation when it was time.

The sword servant scratched his cheek. Asking the ascended sword cultivator to protect the Nascent Soul was undoubtedly a huge waste of top combat power.

The two of them crossed the city wall together and returned to the city.

……

The wild hinterland.

An old man in gray can shrink the distance to an inch and travel a thousand miles with one step. He is half the master of this world and walks so fast that it is unreasonable.

Next to him was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, whose body and appearance had stopped growing and his eyes were dull.

Ten thousand years ago, three sword cultivators went to Tuoyue Mountain to ask for swords. They were Chen Qingdu, Guanzhao, and Long Jun. Among them, Guanzhao died the most miserably.

The old man in gray suddenly stopped, fished out a wisp of broken soul from a thousand-year-old thunder pool, and gave it to his current disciple. The boy, now named Li Zhen, moved his eyes, but it was just an instinctive reaction.

King Zhou appeared, having traveled here with his Yin spirit, and immediately asked, "How long will it take?"

The gray-robed old man said casually, "Ten to twenty years, of course. If you are willing to fight a battle of death with the Great Saint and make him detested by humanity, we can launch an all-out attack now. After all, I am the one under the most pressure. Can't I be more prepared?"

King Zhou had a blank expression on his face, “Someone is growing too fast, King Zhou will help the Lotus Temple Master refine the bright moon.”

The grey-robed old man smiled and said, "Zhou Mi told me some speculations. Does your prince have any objection to this?"

Another person came along with the moonlight.

Someone appeared as the incarnation of the Three Pure Ones and said righteously: "Kill the original body, and I will be the only one."

The old man in gray touched his chin and said, "You are not trying to trick us, are you?"

Jiang Yuan didn't even blush, "He is him, and I am me."

The old man in gray looked at the emperor. He believed in the emperor's ability to judge people.

King Zhou said indifferently: "He is a self-centered person, extremely self-centered, and the Yin Spirit will never submit to the main body, even if they share the same origin."

Jiang Yuan nodded secretly, he was really good at judging people, he was half right.

For more than ten thousand years, it is common sense that the Yin-Yang God will become an independent individual if he leaves his main body for too long, but the Star Gate makes him eternally unique, and he has to multitask with his clones, and this is the only way.

The old man in hemp clothes pondered for a moment and said, "The matter of Mingyue will be handed over to Da Zhou, and Tuoyueshan will be responsible for awakening the throne and other sleepers."

King Zhou nodded. The importance of the authority of the bright moon to the monsters worshiping the moon and opening their minds was self-evident. This was a necessary matter that the dynasty was striving for.

(End of this chapter)