There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Destiny!

Is that destiny?

impossible!

As bright as time and as long as water.

What is that if it's not destiny?

but……

But why does Yuandaojiang have destiny in his body?

Whose destiny is the destiny in his body?

The destiny of the Supreme Immortal?

impossible!

The ultimate way is the immortal.

Zhidao is transcendent with his soul, how could his destiny appear in Yuandaojiang's body.

Also, forgetting destiny, what is the dense sword light in Yuan Daojiang's body?

Is this the reason why Yuandaojiang has always maintained its youthful state?

Who is this guy supposed to be?

Immortal evil? Demonic evil?

Seeing such Yuandaojiang, Demon Wuxiu still asked the question in his heart.

"The Supreme Prince is like this!"

"Is the Supreme Immortal an immortal or a demon?"

The Eyes of the Great World rotated slowly, and Yuan Daojiang's voice sounded a little hoarse.

【Fairy? magic? 】

[You don’t know how high the blue sky is and how thick the loess is. 】

[I don’t even know how cold the moonlight is and how warm the sun is. 】

【What qualifications do you have to ask me? 】

[How can you pry into the way of immortals and demons? 】

[What is a fairy, what is a demon... Do you understand? 】

Hearing Yuan Daojiang's words, Zhenmo Wuxiu's body trembled suddenly.

Something is wrong!

Something is wrong!

Yuandaojiang cannot say this!

Who is he?

The vortex in his right eye spun faster, and Yuan Daojiang slowly tightened his grip on the anti-thief sword in his hand.

The anti-thief sword wanted to struggle, but was suppressed by Yuan Daojiang's right hand, unable to move at all.

In the end, the anti-thief sword could only let out a long and unwilling groan.

——Woo

Holding a sword in one hand, Yuan Daojiang swept away all the Bading Daxiu around him.

Then, he spoke calmly.

——[Jian Kai Qianmo].

Hearing the words "Jian Kai Qian Mo", the demons around him felt like they were struck by lightning.

The sword opens the road, that is the destined killing move of the Supreme Immortal!

Can Yuandaojiang make it come out?

While the demons hesitated, Wu Xiu had already started running away.

Why can't it be used?

With such a long destiny, are you blind?

What is standing in front of me is Yuandaojiang!

He was clearly half an immortal!

What a pity.

Wuxiu was still running slowly.

The anti-thief Jian Zhen is centered on Yuandaojiang.

Fine sword marks cut everything around him wantonly.

The streets are criss-crossing.

The light of the sword was so cold that even the true demonic bones could not stop such a slashing blow.

What's even more frightening is that the range of this style is very large.

Not only did he surround the demons, he also surrounded several human race cultivators who were holding the formation.

"The Crown Prince! Your Highness the Crown Prince! I am the master of the Wuying Sect!"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince! I am willing to swear allegiance to the Supreme Immortal to the death!"

"Your Highness Zhidao! You..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of the sword was ruthless, drowning out everything.

Ignoring the tragic situation around him, Yuan Daojiang raised his head and looked at the sky.

The moment he used his destiny.

He felt the hostility coming from this world.

The power of the sword Kai Qianmo was still suppressed.

【Haozai Yuanyang...】

As Yuan Daojiang murmured, his left eye quietly became clear.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Daojiang's voice came from within Yuan Daojiang's body.

"Father...why did you show up suddenly without saying hello?"

[Something happened in the sky. 】

"What could happen? Dad is not there anyway."

[Jiang'er...faith needs to be maintained, and the age of immortals and demons should not perish here. 】

[The world is in chaos, and even Daoxianzhou cannot escape such a frenzy...]

"Then my father will take action and kill Jiuqu."

[I can’t go there, you have to go. 】

……

Just when Yuandaojiang was fighting a fierce battle with the nine-headed demon.

In Beiming Youhai, Jiuqu has made final preparations.

The nine immortal-killing war spears are engraved with long and twisted runes.

These runes serve various functions.

Red runes have the effect of acceleration and distortion.

The blue one has the effect of weight loss and blessing.

As for the effect of black and purple, it is even more wonderful.

Seeing those well-engraved runes, Jiu Qu felt his heart throbbing.

Those runes were all bought by Jiuqu from others at a great price.

The identity of the seller is unknown, and Jiuqu only knows his name, Taoist Qi.

Without the blessing of these runes, the Zhuxian war spear would not be able to penetrate the Immortal Crossing.

In addition to the runes, there are also dark ropes attached to the backs of these Immortal-killing war spears.

In fact, it is not a rope.

It's the thousand-year-old hate spider silk soaked in dragon's blood.

The spider silk of separation and hatred is invulnerable to water and fire. It is extremely tough and rare in the world.

With the restraint of the Spider Silk of Lihen, even if the Immortal Crossing cannot fall down by then, Jiuqu can pull it off. It has to be said that Jiuqu made a lot of preparations in order to pull down the Immortal Crossing and break the Tianwaitian.

Jiuqu knew that rumors could not shake the foundation of Immortal Dao.

He needs proof.

Bloody and irrefutable evidence!

Is there any better evidence than the sinking of heaven and earth?

The sky outside the sky will perish, and all the immortals will die!

Xianlu naturally collapsed!

At that time, he raised his arms and shouted.

Who in this world dares to compete with him?

With a determined thought, Jiuqu directly grabbed a Zhuxian war spear and threw it hard towards the gap in the sky.

Only a hissing sound was heard.

Blessed by great power, the slender runes sparkle and blur.

The Zhuxian war spear disappeared directly into the sky like an arrow from the string.

Jiu Qu smiled as he looked at the gradually straightening spider thread of separation and hatred in his hand.

At the same time, Immortal Du Nei.

The blood tail dances, as ferocious as a demon.

Zhao Liuche, who was sitting cross-legged on top of the Wordless Monument, also slowly opened his eyes.

Zhao Liuche smiled as the whirlpool of the world swirled rapidly in his eyes.

[Xia Ming...]

【I'm here to find you. 】

【Are you ready? 】

【Don’t let me down! 】

As if he was sensing something, when Zhao Liuche said this.

Xia Ming shuddered directly.

Xia Ming, who was standing on his head with hair on his head, almost dropped the demon bone in his hand.

"Horse!"

"There are always bad people who want to harm me!"

"No! You still have to become stronger!"

Throwing the True Demon Dao Bone into the Lower Dantian, ignoring Zhao Yuanfeng who kept begging for mercy.

Xia Ming continued to boil the demon bone over a large fire.

Just when Xia Ming covered his head and looked for his next prey.

The sword light circulated, and an extremely gorgeous flying sword stopped directly in front of Xia Ming.

Who else could it be if he wasn't a rebel?

Just now, the will of the Supreme Dao forcibly suppressed them, and the rebels only felt aggrieved.

No, the immortal's will has weakened, and the rebels have simply escaped.

Looking at the anti-thief sword in front of him, Xia Ming felt his scalp numb.

damn it!

How did it come?

Is that guy from Yuandaojiang dead? !

Is it a widow?

Is this guy tempting me?

wrong! wrong!

What a widow!

A terrible description!

When Xia Ming was speechless, Yuandaojiang was even more speechless.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, Yuan Daojiang's eyes slowly lit up with a glimmer of light.

"It's kind of interesting..."

"Wuxiu is not dead yet?"

"Is it because of the real dragon bone?"

"As expected of the Dragon Lord who is capable of resisting immortals!"

He picked up the dying Zhenmo Wuxiu with one hand.

Yuan Daojiang looked in one direction and headed straight for the sword.

Just when Xia Ming was hesitating whether to kidnap the anti-thief sword.

Yuandaojiang is coming.

The moment he saw Yuandaojiang, the entire battlefield fell silent.

Everyone knows that this battle is over.

"Long live your highness!"

"The prince is invincible!"

……

Listening to the roar of the surrounding mountains and the tsunami, Xia Ming also quickly handed out the anti-thief sword.

"Military Lord! Your sword!"

Feeling the anti-thief sword that was still full of resentment, Yuan Daojiang looked helpless.

have to……

I have cultivated a good impression for hundreds of years.

When the old man's will dropped, everything was gone.

Without taking the anti-thief sword in Xia Ming's hand, Yuan Daojiang directly threw Wu Xiu's body at Xia Ming's feet.

At this moment, Zhenmo Wuxiu had been chopped into jagged bones by the sword light.

But what is surprising is that his spine is still shaking slowly.

This guy still has some breath left.

"Boy, I promised you that day that I would let you kill Wu Xiu with your own hands."

"Xia Ming! Thank you so much, Your Majesty!"

Xia Ming's bow was sincere.

Zhenmo Wuxiu is the culprit who penetrated Daocheng.

At the same time, he was also the culprit who killed Wei Wei.

Yuandaojiang is willing to hand over the power to kill Wu Xiu to Xia Ming.

It can be said to be a great love.

In fact, this business is not a loss in Yuandaojiang.

A dying demon is replaced by an obedient sword bearer.

Why not do it? (End of chapter)