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

Wild world.

The overall area is two times larger than Haoran's, and the spiritual environment is barren. The low-level monsters in the monster race reproduce quickly and there are so many of them that it is difficult for them to open their minds and practice cultivation. Moreover, the lower five realms have one more threshold for transformation than human cultivators. But after the transformation is successful, they will have a strong innate physique and a long lifespan. Overall, it is a mixed bag.

This world has the amazing sight of three months in the same day.

The moon is full on earth. In the southernmost part of the earth, there stands a majestic natural moat that runs across the earth, more than ten thousand feet high, and seems endless on both sides, blocking the only way from the wilderness to Haoran. The internal formation of the Sword Energy Great Wall was jointly built by the founders of the three religions at that time, and any damage can be slowly restored.

There are hundreds of thousands of ancient prisoners living here, and their descendants have multiplied to this day as if they have created a world of swordsmanship. There are tens of thousands of sword practitioners, who are very precious in the world. No matter if they are from rich families or poor alleys, children from every household have to take on the responsibility of delivering swords to the top of the city when they are eleven or twelve years old. When they reach the middle five realms, they must go to the land north of the city wall to kill monsters.

Geniuses are the least valuable here, and there are more dead geniuses than the wells at the doorsteps of each household. There are more than thirty sword immortal embryos in this generation. As long as they can survive, they will be qualified to enter the fifth realm in the future. This is unthinkable for other top forces in the world. At the same time, this generation is also hailed as a big year in the past three thousand years. The old people are already looking forward to it just because of a group of seven or eight-year-old kids.

Across the vast land, the demons attacked the city walls like a carpet, densely packed like a moving land of flesh and blood. All kinds of demons were mixed in the team. When they were a hundred miles away from the city walls, tens of thousands of sword lights spread to the north, covering the sky and the sun. The sword cultivators drew their swords together, kicking off a war that became white-hot in intensity right from the start.

Flying swords roaming the sky and earth and endless demon tribes.

A dozen sword immortals went away, like nails driven into the demon wave, and then the sword cultivators of the middle five realms left the city wall and started a bloody tug-of-war with their mortal enemies. All kinds of innate magical powers and innate flying swords shone brightly on the battlefield. The casualties on both sides gradually increased, and the bones and corpses thickened the ground layer by layer, mixed with the vast ocean of blood, and piled up into a mountain.

Every hundred years, the demons would attack the Sword Qi Great Wall. They might retreat after one battle, or they might keep fighting for 10 to 20 years. The leader of this attack was Chongguang, a great demon in the Ascended Realm, who was also responsible for the preparations for the Thirteen Battles.

Pillars of light shot up into the sky, two of them were the most majestic, reaching from heaven to earth, and their auras were as powerful as those of a bull. The all-out fight between the sword cultivators in the Ascended Realm was something that could only be seen once in a thousand years elsewhere.

At the edge of the battlefield on the demon side, a man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, his face covered with a mask. On both sides, waves of demons swept forward, but no one disturbed the young man.

The twenty-one-year-old Yuanying peak swordsman is ranked first in the Demon Clan's Sword Immortal List that is now secretly selected. He is praised by Wen Hai, the second-ranked Great Demon on the Throne, as "the one who has the Great Dao in his hands." He is a foregone conclusion that he will become a giant in the Fourteenth Realm in the future. The only difference between them is whether he can achieve pure swordsmanship. This list of the younger generation has not yet been made public and does not entirely depend on strength and age. Until now, he is still hidden in the Toyue Mountain, the highest place in the world.

Half an hour later, an old man with a haggard look on his face came flying over, holding a complete second-grade golden elixir in his hand.

The young man in black robe said nothing, as a bamboo basket fell from his sleeve and he took away the hard-earned trophy. No matter whether it was the demon clan or the sword cultivator, they would basically blow up their entire body and spirit before death to make it difficult for the enemy to have an easy time, so it was extremely difficult to obtain the trophy.

At this time, there were already forty golden pills and demon pills of good quality in the bamboo basket.

The young man in black robe pointed his finger, and a ray of special sword energy left his fingertips. The old man was overjoyed, thanked him again and again, and carefully put it away.

There are three great obstacles in the path of cultivation for the demon race, namely the transformation in the lower five realms, the carp leaping over the dragon gate in the middle five realms, and the great ascension in the upper five realms. The fundamental reason is that ten thousand years ago, three ancient sword cultivators went to the Moon-Towing Mountain, two died and one was disabled, which caused the great way of the common master of the wild world to be damaged. They have never been able to enter the fifteenth realm, which is half a step short.

The young man in black robe has a strange magical power, which can increase the probability of Guanhai Realm breaking through to Longmen Realm by 30 to 40%. The significance is too great. After all, any living being has only three chances to jump over Longmen in his lifetime.

"Young sir, be careful of those sword immortals on the city wall. I will go ahead and give my regards to His Majesty."

The old man took the gift, said goodbye and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, and in the darkness behind him, a figure rose quickly. It was a sword immortal who had just broken through. His innate flying sword, Shadow, was double-powerful and most suitable for assassination. As a temporary breakthrough, he successfully avoided the inspection of the great demon Chongguang. For this sword, the Yinguan lineage had been preparing for several months.

The sword light was like a rainbow. The sword immortal who was able to enjoy the freedom alone in the vast world came to this place and had no intention of going back.

"Uttarakuru, Tu Yanghao."

The sword hadn't arrived yet, and it wasn't even his natal flying sword that was unsheathed, when the two Yuanyings who were supervising the advance of the demon army immediately rushed over to block the way, and they died one after the other.

The misty sword light appeared before his eyes in an instant.

The young man in black robe released all the hundreds of sword energies in his body in an instant, then gathered them into one. He weighed it casually and found it was quite heavy, so he threw it away.

With a sword strike, the shadow shattered.

Amidst the one hundred strands of sword energy, the divine intention of the man in armor beating the drum continued to grow stronger, equivalent to chopping a hundred times, with each sword rising higher until it reached the peak.

The body and soul of the Northern Julu Continent Sword Immortal were shattered. The dark river of sword energy cut through the battlefield for thousands of miles. The sword was like building a bridge. The black light annihilated hundreds of sword cultivators and tens of thousands of monsters. It was comparable to the full force of the Great Sword Immortal.

The young man in black robe still stood still. Even he would not be able to deliver a sword of the same power within half a day. After all, he was only a Nascent Soul Stage who was of no use at the moment.

Not far away, the sword immortal from Northern Juluzhou was not yet dead, and his shattered soul clasped his fists towards the city wall behind him.

"Please drop your sword!"

Across an entire battlefield, an old man named Dong on the top of the city drew his sword himself, and it was like a huge sun falling on the battlefield. Within thousands of miles, the sky and the earth were turned upside down, and countless monsters were killed and wounded.

Most of the swords were released from the body of the Sword Immortal of Beijuluzhou. The shadow was doubled, others were his own shadow and he was also others' shadow, exchanging with each other.

In fact, even at the last moment, this swordsman could still return to the top of the city, but he would just linger on in the future.

But he decisively abandoned his own flying sword that had been left on the top of the city wall and exchanged it for half of the sword of the old man surnamed Dong.

This sword is so magnificent that whoever comes will die under its soaring momentum.

This great enemy of the demon clan, whom all sword cultivators want to eliminate as soon as possible, is no exception.

But before the sword fell, the black-robed young man had disappeared, and a shadow god died in his place.

“Look inside your heart, and you will find that there is no heart; look outside your body, and you will find that there is no body; look far away at objects, and they will find that there is no object.”

Above the hundred-foot-deep pit, the young man in black robe reappeared, unharmed. It was just a method of death-substitution that he had just realized from the Tai Shang Qing Jing Jue, which was not worth mentioning. The price was that the shadow gods of the incarnations of the Yin Shen San Qing became eight, and it could not be made up without a great opportunity.

On the top of the city wall, countless sharp eyes filled with murderous intent were cast over. A little girl with pigtails was so angry that she jumped into the battlefield and started killing people.

An old man in a red and purple robe suddenly appeared.

Huo Guo, the state teacher of the Great Zhou Dynasty, had a clear vision of everything that had happened before, but he did not offer any help. The four rulers of the world who most wanted him to die completely and who most wanted him to ascend to a high position were actually the same person.

"Your Highness, His Majesty wants you to go back."

In the newly established Great Zhou Dynasty, the throne was not based on bloodline but on the great principles. The younger generations on the same path were both inheritors and mortal enemies.

"He will just take advantage of the situation."

The young man in black robe took a closer look at the old man surnamed Dong who was far away. He was a perfect sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm and his killing power was indeed impressive. The Dong family was a big family in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but they had a history of transition. At that time, Dong Sangeng, who was only a Golden Core, took his ancestral sword a foot high and went deep into the wilderness. Two hundred years later, he returned with the head of a thirteen-level great demon on his back. He was a famous legend. His ancestral sword was broken afterwards, and Dong Sangeng also lost the possibility of making further progress in the great way because he fought too frequently.

If you kill a powerful demon in the Ascension Realm, you can carve words on the Sword Energy Great Wall.

There are currently seventeen: Taoism, Haoran, Xitian, Lei Chi, Jianqi Changcun, Qi, Chen, and Dong.

"Let's go. I need to discuss a deal with that guy."

The young man in black robe turned and left, and Huo Guo took the initiative to fall behind.

"What do you think of Sword Slashing the Wilderness?"

"Your Highness, four words are too many." Huo Guo was helpless. He knew that the other party had no concept of camp at all. Maybe one day his real body would be standing on the city wall in the distance.

(End of this chapter)