Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 59 [The power of law, refining the witch-slaying sword]

Although Zhang Yan's cultivation speed was terrifying, every step he took was extremely stable.

For other people, every time they advance to a higher realm, it takes at least a thousand years to stabilize the Tao foundation before they dare to move on to the next step of practice, for fear of causing an unstable foundation.

But Zhang Yan doesn't have to worry about this problem at all. In fact, as long as he is willing, the merit he gained from creating writing for the human race thousands of years ago is enough to make him a Great Luo Golden Immortal in an instant.

The three ancestors of the human race were all people who made great contributions to the human race. They became Da Luo Jinxian through their merits. From this, we can see how great the merits Zhang Yan obtained at that time.

After a little practice and stabilizing his cultivation, it took ten years for Zhang Yan to get out of seclusion.

"I set foot on the ancient wilderness to look for opportunities that belong to me. If there is an opportunity, it will definitely allow me to further my cultivation."

Zhang Yan does not intend to continue to comprehend the Law of Chaos, because at the level of Daluo Jinxian, even if he understands the Law, it will be difficult for him to quickly improve his cultivation level. It is better to take this opportunity to travel around the wilderness.

Although Taozu issued a heavenly decree that lichs were not allowed to fight for ten thousand years, and it had been a hundred years, there was not much friction between lichs.

Many creatures in the prehistoric era believe that there have been no disputes among lichs for thousands of years and they have become accustomed to the current situation.

But only the mighty ones from the beginning know that the reason why the lich is silent is not because he is used to this pattern.

But tens of thousands of years have passed, and no one can figure out the other's background. No one will take action first without finding out each other's background.

This may be the calm before the storm. Under the calm waves, there are hidden undercurrents.

Demon Court.

The splendid Lingxiao Palace is filled with countless splendors of splendor and beauty. Standing on both sides are countless immortal officials, either with the bodies of monsters or beasts, or with human bodies and tails of beasts, in various forms.

The person sitting at the top of the table, with a majestic and majestic appearance, shows an imperial attitude. He is none other than the Demon Emperor of Demon Court.

"Your Majesty, I have something to tell you. This matter is a great joy for our demon clan!"

A white-haired man, with a smile on his face, looked at Emperor Jun who was sitting at the top of the table and bowed his head respectfully.

This man is none other than Bai Ze, the wise man of the Demon Court and the God of Wisdom among the ten demon gods.

"Bai Ze, do you have anything happy to tell me?"

Di Jun opened his eyes, staring at Bai Ze with his stern eyes, but there was a hint of approval in them.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Wa previously sanctified and created a race in the ancient times, called the human race. I wonder if the Demon Emperor still remembers it?"

"Human race?"

Di Jun's eyes narrowed, he looked at Bai Ze and nodded slightly.

"I only discovered it recently. There is a son of my demon tribe in the lower realm. He can devour human flesh and blood and create souls. This can be used to enhance his cultivation, which is better than a panacea."

"At the same time, one of my subordinates slaughtered tens of millions of human beings to create a unique weapon that can defeat the true form of the Witch Clan!"

"The true form of the Witch Clan!"

Di Jun slapped the armrest of the seat with his big hand and was suddenly startled.

In fact, Di Jun has long known that devouring human flesh and blood and regenerating souls can improve one's cultivation level. Even in the prehistoric times, countless demon clans devoured human beings as a daily routine.

But only Di Jun knew that the relationship among the human race was very important. The little demon could do this if he was not sensible, but he, Di Jun, could not do this.

If Di Jun really did this, it would be difficult for either Emperor Wa or Lao Tzu, the current leader of the Human Sect, to explain.

In other words, the most important thing is that swallowing human beings to improve their cultivation is not very attractive to Emperor Jun, Demon Court Demon God, and Demon Commander.

The monsters who can get along with the Demon Court are all strong-willed and have advanced cultivation. They don't care much about this kind of shortcut in cultivation. This is why the Demon Court has not expressed its stance for so many years.

But it was different now. Di Jun's original attitude of wandering around the world was gone, and his eyes were staring deeply at Bai Ze.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, how dare I deceive you? I will send someone this sword. If it is nothing more than this, your Majesty can take a closer look and appreciate it in person."

"Okay!" Di Jun said in a deep voice, his hands naturally placed on the armrests of the seat, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"In that case, I will wait for a while."

In fact, the wait did not take long, but within a moment, a message reached the Lingxiao Palace.

"Xuan come in."

"Demon general, Yinghuo, pay homage to His Majesty the Demon Emperor and all the demon gods."

"You are the one who refined the soul of the human race into a sword that can kill the true form of the witch race."

"It's the little demon."

This monster looked like he was only in the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal. His transformation was complete and his true form could not be seen. Upon hearing this, the little monster instantly took out a rectangular box from his body and held it high.

"This sword is made by me using thousands of human souls and divine iron from the sky. If this sword is used against the enemy, it will not even be considered a spiritual treasure."

"But before that, the little demon met a shaman and was almost killed by him. When the little demon thought he was going to die, it was the edge of this sword that saved him."

"This sword seems to have a strange property and can break through the true form of the witch clan."

"Is this true?"

Di Jun automatically filtered the previous words of the little demon, and after hearing him fight with the witch clan to break through his true body, he couldn't help but speak.

"Your Majesty, please look!"

The little demon did not respond with affirmation, but raised the sword high and handed it to the top, where Di Jun took it with one hand.

Di Jun looked excited. If what this little demon said was true, then this would be such a beneficial thing for the demon clan.

"bump!"

The wooden box was directly crushed by Di Jun's hand, and for a moment, a condensed aura of resentment and evil energy circled the entire Lingxiao Palace.

Everyone was suffocated at this moment, and no one dared to drive away this resentment and evil spirit at this moment.

That is a sword. This sword is covered in gray, extremely simple, and the sword body is also brilliance. If it were placed in the ancient wilderness, it can be regarded as a sword that can be used. However, in the Demon Court Lingxiao Palace, it is really a bit impressive. Not eye-catching.

However, what really moved them was the resentment.

This incomparable and majestic resentment filled the air and turned into vicious ghost-like heads, biting all existences.

Di Jun's fingers gently slid over the sharp edge of the sword. Anyone with sharp eyes could instantly see that there was a strand of golden blood on Di Jun's fingers, which disappeared in an instant.

"Good good!"

Three loud shouts that shot straight into the sky dispersed all the resentment and evil spirits in the Lingxiao Palace. With a smile on his face, he looked at the little demon at his feet.

"Yinghuo has the merit of offering treasures. He has a treasure palace in the Demon Appreciation Court and a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. He is ranked among the third-grade demon generals."

"My lord, thank you Demon Emperor."

The little demon knelt down happily and respectfully and said, "From now on, the little demon will do everything for the demon court and die."

"Hahaha! It just so happens that I have something I need you to do."

"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions."

"You lead millions of demon soldiers to the ancient land, slaughter the human race, and bring back their souls."

"I want to refine a witch-slaying sword. When this sword comes out, the witch clan will be destroyed."

(End of this chapter)