Wild boar

Chapter 914 Golden Evil Sword Technique
In the depths of Cangshan Mountain.

Cloudy and misty.

A white flame candle spirit that looks like a raccoon cat is carefully hiding in the forest.

suddenly.

A giant scimitar appeared above the head of the White Flame Candle Spirit.

Just floating like that, motionless...

The most swift sword remains motionless.

the next moment.

A loud bang.

The white flame candle spirit was cut into countless pieces of flesh by a sword.

The wind howled.

A demon pill burning with white flames was delivered to the hands of a man in black clothes by the howling wind.

This man in black clothes looks like a teenager, but his son looks like a middle-aged man.

The man in Xuanyi thought of his middle-aged son, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"My son...this white flame demon pill can be used to refine a batch of high-grade pills for you to help you break through to the late stage of the golden pill." The young man in black clothes showed a loving expression.

Exactly at this time.

A sword light flew over.

This is the Feijian Chuan Shu.

The young man in black clothes raised his hand to take it, and then his expression was startled.

Clang.

The sound transmission flying sword landed.

The boy in Xuanyi remembered the surprise when the child was born, the cuteness of babbling, and his own surprise when he called his father for the first time.

Although the child grew older and older, and finally became middle-aged, Lu Chuanfeng's love for him never diminished.

Lu Chuanfeng's son, Lu Mingsheng, was soul-searched and died. The person who took action was a Nascent Soul monk.

"My son Mingsheng was just a monk at the Golden Core stage. Even if he makes mistakes, how can you, a Yuanying stage monk, bully the small with the big one!?"

"Dong Lingxian! You are so despicable and shameless. You really deserve to be an elder!" Lu Chuanfeng roared loudly with tears in his eyes.

Lu Chuanfeng's wails for losing his beloved son echoed deep in Cangshan Mountain.

……

Chihai Desert.

Yongsha City.

Dong Lingxian returned to his former residence as the master of the Shatang Hall, where he quietly waited for Lu Chuanfeng's arrival.

A ray of light travels from far to near.

A female cultivator appeared. This female cultivator was Cao Jie in the Nascent Soul stage.

Cao Jie was wearing a floral dress, holding a long object in her hand, and came towards the main hall of Yongsha City.

The hall is open.

Cao Jie stepped inside and sat down cross-legged opposite Dong Lingxian.

Cao Jie put the long and narrow wooden box in her hand on the ground, then smiled at Dong Lingxian who was sitting cross-legged in the hall and said: "Jingtianya Fengjian Master of Tianjian Mountain visited Jiao Island in person yesterday to meet with Zhu Zishan, the supreme elder of my faction. Negotiated the matter of Lu Mingsheng’s soul search by you.”

"The Supreme Elder I sent has agreed that you and Lu Chuanfeng will have a life-or-death showdown in the Chihai Desert in three months."

"I know that you have lost your natal flying sword, so I reforged one specially for you."

"This eighth-level magical flying sword, the Earth Emperor Sword, can mobilize the power of the earth. It is definitely the best among the earth magic flying swords." Cao Jie opened the wooden box, and quietly lying in the wooden box was an ancient workmanship. Long sword.

Snapped!
The sword case closed.

Cao Jie looked at Dong Lingxian with a smile on her face, as if she was convinced of him.

However, Dong Lingxian smiled faintly, as if speaking in an outsider's tone: "Palace Master Cao... I remember you once said that I would have to provide the materials myself before you could refine a magical flying sword for me. Why couldn't you say anything? Does it count?" The fact that Dong Lingxian could be so calm when the decisive battle of life and death was imminent was beyond Cao Jie's expectations.

"How can you fight with Lu Chuanfeng in a life-and-death battle without your own flying sword?"

"I have it." Dong Ling waved his hand first and a small khaki sword began to swim around him like a small khaki fish.

"What kind of sword is this?"

"Kunlun Sword." Dong Lingxian said calmly.

"This is just a fifth-level flying sword. You use this sword to fight Lu Chuanfeng!?" Cao Jie said in shock.

"Yes."

"Why don't you hit him with a wooden stick?" Cao Jie roared.

"No need to say more, Hall Master Cao, the Kunlun Sword will be my natal flying sword and it will never change."

"You!" Cao Jie was so angry that she didn't know how to answer the question.

"Hall Master Cao is a recognized trader of our sect. I'm afraid he must have some other motive for sending the sword thousands of miles this time, right?" Dong Ling asked simply.

Unconsciously.

Dong Lingxian has completely dominated the discourse.

Cao Jie had no choice but to follow Dong Lingxian's words and reply: "I won't mince words with you. As long as you hand over the inheritance of the "Golden Evil Sword Art", this magical flying sword will be given to you."

"Hahahaha..." Dong Ling laughed when he heard this.

"Why are you laughing?" Cao Jie's face quickly fell.

"How do you know I have the "Golden Evil Sword Art" here?" Dong Ling asked first.

"You have been accompanied by the Golden Evil Lord since childhood, so why don't you have the "Golden Evil Sword Art"?"

"The Jinsha Demon Lord was a famous sword cultivator in the God Transformation stage 800 years ago, but he was sealed by a five-color peacock who was also in the God Transformation stage in the Xichuan Demon Clan's territory for a full 800 years..."

"Decades ago, Zhu Zishan, the Supreme Elder of our sect, traveled to the realm of the Sichuan Demon Clan in the late stage of transformation and killed the five-color peacock in the god transformation stage and obtained a small golden sword..."

"At first, the Supreme Elder didn't care and just regarded it as an ordinary magical flying sword, so he buried it in the sword tomb. However, unexpectedly, a young man caused the sword to have a reaction..."

"After some inquiring, our sect found out that the little golden sword has an extraordinary origin. It is the true form of the Jinsha Demon Lord, a sword cultivator in the God Transformation stage..."

"Then the elder Zhu Zishan of our sect used his supreme magical power to connect the golden sword with the young man. The Golden Demon Lord was nourished by the young man's earth magic power and gradually regained consciousness and even some of his magical powers. …”

"That young man was ignorant, and even the Jinsha Demon Lord was kept in the dark. The master of the Sword Hall, Bai Yu'er, deliberately arranged a dangerous training mission for the young man, so that the Jinsha Demon Lord was forced to protect him. As time went by, the young man continued to have opportunities. His cultivation is progressing rapidly, and he is praised as a genius by others, but he does not know that the Jinsha Demon Lord is just letting the water go to raise fish, and one day, he will harvest it with all the profits..."

"However, the Supreme Elder I sent has already understood everything, and took decisive action half a year ago, sealing the Jinsha Demon Lord and saving the young man's life." Cao Jie said with slightly narrowed eyes.

What surprised Cao Jie was that Dong Ling didn't have much emotion after hearing these words. It seemed that he had expected many of these things.

I only heard Dong Lingxian say calmly: "Jin Laohui planned to kill me after I formed the Nascent Soul. It was just the result of divination. The divination technique is illusory, how can it be taken seriously?"

"You don't believe in fate?"

"I don't believe it." Dong Lingxian said with determination.

"Haha... Actually, I don't believe it either." Cao Jie pursed her lips and smiled.

Bang!
Cao Jie pushed.

The sword box arrived in front of Dong Lingxian.

"I already have my natal flying sword. I don't need this thing. Hall Master Cao should take it back." Dong Ling turned his hand over and pushed the sword box back.

"Stingy! Sister Cao doesn't want the "Golden Evil Sword Art" anymore. Take this sword and don't kill it." Cao Jie pushed the sword box in front of Dong Lingxian again.

When the sword box came to Dong Lingxian again, Dong Lingxian thought for a moment but did not push it away.

Cao Jie breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Dong Ling first stopped Cao Jie. He silently took out a jade slip from his storage bag, placed it on his forehead, and began to record the exercises...

After a moment.

Dong Ling first threw the jade slip to Cao Jie.

"I don't know the full set of techniques of "Golden Evil Sword Art". After all, I practice earth-based sword art. This is all I know."

(End of this chapter)