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Although he was seriously injured by Shen Wuyu when he broke the boundary, Jian Twelve had indeed broken the boundary. The powerful true essence of the Huatian realm quickly condensed at the fingertips, forming a straight golden edge that burst out. Above the edge, flowing There are streaks of chaotic matter as thin as silk threads, but there is a more powerful taste of destruction in the light.

Yuan Futu looked at this scene in astonishment, and saw the moment when the golden light burst out, an ancient blue pattern suddenly appeared one foot in front of the Qingfeng sword.

Rumble!

The entire Sword Tomb Secret Realm trembled, large and small stones rustled down, but the golden edge was embedded in the blue pattern, struggling violently.

"This is... the seal arranged by the first suzerain." Yuan Futu was stunned.

Jian Twelve snorted heavily, and said: "No matter how powerful the pattern is, it cannot last for a long time, break it for me!"

The golden edge gave out a clear scream, causing the ancient pattern to continuously collapse towards the inside, bursting out cracks as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

Sword Twelve is too strong. Not only did he restore the true essence of the Tianhua realm, but he also absorbed part of the power of the chaotic spirit treasure, so that this golden edge was extremely fierce and domineering, breaking through the defense of the ancient pattern in an instant , hit the hilt of Qingfeng sword straightly.

The Supreme Spirit Treasure, which had been suppressed here for thousands of years, suddenly suffered a terrifying attack. It flew from the blood-colored mound with a bang, and was inserted obliquely into the nearby stone wall, only the hilt of the sword was exposed.

Jian Twelve's old face was full of excitement, he raised his foot, stepped on the soft red blood soil, and walked to the top step by step.

At this moment, a terrifying coercion descended from the sky, causing Yuan Futu to feel a strong sense of suffocation instantly. He felt as if he was trapped in the bottom of the sea, and the infinite pressure penetrated every inch of space, from the body to the soul, and even produced a An unfounded fear.

His body was trembling, and he felt extremely frightened in his heart, but he didn't know what he was afraid of. He just opened his eyes wide and looked at the burial place.

The entire Sword Tomb Secret Realm was shaking violently, as if a long-suppressed force was gradually recovering, as if the volcanic magma that had been stored for tens of thousands of years was about to erupt completely.

Large expanses of red blood soil were overturned, and countless flying swords pierced on it made ear-piercing screams. It seemed that not only Yuan Futu, but even these extremely high-quality spirit treasures felt the fear that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Only Jian Twelve was laughing maniacally.

call!

All of a sudden, large streams of black air emerged from the red blood soil, like black pythons swimming in the secret realm, creating an extremely strange scene.

Yuan Futu's breath seemed to smell a strong refining and filthy aura, which was very similar to demonic energy, but compared with this strange force, the magical energy was as small as a drop in the ocean. It seemed that only the power contained in the fairy weapon could absorb it. comparable to it.

Boom!

With a loud thunderclap, the entire scarlet blood mound was blasted open, and countless spiritual treasures were scattered everywhere, but in the depths of this secret realm, a blood-colored sword shadow slowly emerged.

This sword shadow has been silent for thousands of years. As soon as it appeared, it immediately set off a frenzy of black air, making this secret place seem to have fallen into the Nine Nether Purgatory, and the smell of decay and death was everywhere.

This was the first time Yuan Futu saw the legendary Wang Jian, a spiritual treasure forged from the bones of real demons. He struggled to see Wang Jian's face clearly from the thick black aura.

It is suspended high above, just like its king status among all spirit treasures. The hilt is the head of a black beast, with sharp fangs biting the blood-red blade.

At this moment, there were hundreds of seal formations, large and small, floating around Wang Jian. When charged by the devilish energy, they were immediately polluted, the light dimmed, and they burst open.

All the shackles of the first suzerain on this sword have been completely untied at this moment.

Snapped!

The hilt of Wang Jian had been held by Jian Twelve, and in an instant, endless demonic energy surged in, adhering to his body, forming two huge wings on his back, like burning black flames .

At this moment, in Yuan Futu's eyes, Jian Twelve no longer had the awe-inspiring righteousness of the original Jianzong suzerain, and was just a demon attacked by demonic energy.

"Wang Jian!!! I finally got Wang Jian!! Hahahaha!" Jian Twelve raised his head and let out a long laugh. The black devilish energy penetrated into his body at an alarming speed, eroding the flesh, bone, marrow, and acupuncture points. Orifice viscera, until the golden elixir in Yuanshen sea.

"You once said that using the king's sword is equivalent to becoming a demon, and once you become a demon, you will not be able to turn back!" Yuan Futu shouted, hoping that the suzerain would not just sink.

He doesn't know what a demon is, but he knows that after becoming a demon, it will be a devastating disaster for Tianxuan Sword Sect.

Jian Twelve lowered his head, and those eyes had turned into pitch black, even the whites of the eyes were swallowed up, and there was no light for a long time. He said with a sneer: "But I also said that when Jianzong is about to perish, At that time, it will be the day when the Demon Sword will appear in the world, besides, I have absorbed the power of the Chaos Spirit Treasure, which is enough to master this Demon Sword, so I will not be enchanted, and moreover, I will gain the power enough to compete with the old monk of the Six Paths."

Seeing those eyes as dark as night, Yuan Futu's heart twitched violently.

Holding the king sword forged from the bones of real demons, the former master of the Sword Sect stood proudly in the secret realm of the Sword Tomb, with a pair of demon pupils open, burning with raging demon energy all over his body.

He slowly raised Wang Jian, raised it above his head, and pointed straight upward.

bass!

A blood-colored sword glow soared into the sky, blasting open the dome of the Sword Tomb Secret Realm.

"You stay here. When I take back Jianzong, I will reopen the Heaven Swallowing Formation. When I have a magic weapon and a chaotic spirit treasure, I can lead Jianzong back to the peak, and even surpass a Mountain Temple!" Jian Twelve said every single word, with boundless confidence in his tone.

Back then, the Great Prajna Temple became the number one Taoist school in the world with a chaotic spiritual treasure.

At that time, Shushan stepped into the top sect in one fell swoop with a fairy weapon.

And now, Jian Twelve has already obtained a magic weapon, and the Chaos Spirit Treasure is also in his pocket, so the Tianxuan Sword Sect is bound to sweep all directions in the imperial court in the near future.

"metropolitan!"