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"Tianzhu Mountain..." Qin Chuan pondered for a moment, and said: "The old monks of the Six Paths and the monks of the Great Prajna Temple will be waiting for us there. I plan to take the generals of the Demon Sect over there. I have a hundred thousand demon soldiers Thousands of elite magic cultivators should be more than enough to deal with this group of monks."

"I don't think it's necessary." Yuan Futu said: "If the old monk of the Six Paths is defeated, the monks of the Great Prajna Temple will not be afraid, but if we lose, even a hundred thousand demon soldiers will only become devourers Shushan is the best example of the rations of the evolution of the sky."

The demon king Qiye nodded and said: "I agree, so it is the best way to keep your sect disciples here. If something unexpected happens, let them leave here, the farther the better, maybe the sea area is a good choice .”

"Indeed, so before I left, I had already settled the Tianxuan Sword Sect properly."

Qin Chuan frowned deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will never let the sect disciples die in vain at the hands of the old bald donkey."

Yuan Futu said: "It is only a few days before the decisive battle with the Six Paths, and I have pulled out the king sword in Jianzong before, and it needs a period of warming up, so I plan to enter the Lingbao world again, slow down the flow of time to prolong the training time, Sect Master Qin can also come inside."

Qin Chuan shook his head and said: "I have been promoted to the peak of Guishen, no matter how much I practice, I will not improve. Although this period of time is short, it is very precious to me. Now that the girl is back, it is a rare family reunion. I want to spend more time with them."

Yuan Futu nodded: "Alright."

"Is the king sword you are talking about the magic sword used by the previous master of the Sword Sect?" Qin Chuan said in surprise: "There is the power of real magic in it, which is stronger than my supreme magic energy. Do you have any? Corroded?"

Yuan Futu shook his head with a smile, "Don't worry, no matter how powerful it is, it can't compare to the Chaos Spirit Treasure. I was worried about such a situation at first, but now it seems that I was too worried. It can't break through the defense barrier of the Spirit Treasure at all. , I just need a while to get used to it."

"That's good."

Demon King Qiye said: "Then I won't go out, stay here and master the four rules as soon as possible."

"kindness."

……

After leaving the world of Linglong Pagoda, the two returned to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

At this time, the night was dark, and Ziye Canglong had already organized a sumptuous dinner to wash Qin Rongxian away. The dishes were exquisite, and they were swallowed, but they were familiar tastes in the world. However, Yuan Futu's heart was very heavy, recalling the prophecy of the end of the world , he doesn't know how long this delicious food can be eaten, and Qin Rongxian is immersed in the family happiness with his parents at the moment, and it has been a long time since he has seen her smile so happily.

Before the dinner was over, Yuan Futu had already left alone and arrived at the Bone Barren Mountain in the Lingbao world.

Those powerful gods and demons have long since disappeared. Their souls were differentiated from the innate spiritual knowledge of Lingbao. Therefore, after being wiped out by Yuan Futu, the innate spiritual knowledge could no longer survive. It was a dead silence.

However, Yuan Futu can completely differentiate his own spiritual consciousness, melt it with the energy of chaos, and refine gods and demons, but with his current strength, the number and strength of refined gods and demons are very limited.

He is not in a hurry to do this, the most important thing now is to cultivate himself.

After understanding the law of time and space, Yuan Futu can now completely suppress the flow of time. One day in the outside world, here can be extended to two years. Although it is not as good as the 60-year life of the old monk of the Six Paths, it is enough to reach the level of [-] years in a month. .

That is to say, from now on, Yuan Futu will have at least ten years of cultivation time in the Yuanshi Xuan Realm.

He sat cross-legged on the pile of lifeless white bones, Wang Jian was suspended in front of him, and traces of extremely pure black devilish energy flowed out from it. Power, much more powerful than his supreme demon energy that reached the peak of Guishen.

Over the millennium, Wang Jian's edge has only appeared twice, as the first Suzerain and the Twelve Suzerain, so there is still a lot of true demon power left in it.

Yuan Futu released his consciousness, covered Wang Jian, and sensed the sword with his soul. This is a desperate way of nurturing, but he can completely master the sword in the fastest time.

The blade of the sword trembled slightly, as if a demon god was roaring inside, and the fierce roar made the whole bone barren mountain turbulent.

As the halo suspended on the surface of the golden core gradually brightened, Yuan Futu's consciousness stabilized under Wang Jian's resistance. It was like a beast that was tamed but still wild, wanting to completely control it. , you must establish trust with it, so that you can use the powerful power in the sword without any scruples.

Ten years is very short for him. If he wants to defeat Liu Dao, he must master more powerful attack moves. Now he has learned the most powerful move in "Tianxuan Sword Art", the one sword Baishikong, and here On the move, there are still infinite changes.

For example, Sword Formation!

However, Yuan Futu has mastered a formation that can be said to be the top in the imperial court, but without the support of spiritual veins, he has never been sure that he can derive it with his bare hands.

For him, these ten years are the only chance!

……

On a mountain path paved with gravel, the old monk of the Six Paths walked silently ahead, the long dark golden stick poking the ground, supporting his old body, Wutian and Wuliang led the monks to walk on the road later.

And in the sky, a mass of viscous, thick, and tumbling gray lead cloud is always suspended above the heads of the monks, and above the thick cloud, there are continuous low-pitched roars, and a huge and incomparably huge statue can be vaguely seen. demon head.

After devouring the kingly way, the volume of Chutian became larger, but there were very thin and deep cracks on the skull, which seemed to want to be glued together by force, and would shatter at the slightest touch.

That is the Devourer who has been condensed into the Dharma of Heaven and Earth.

"Master, we're almost here." Wutian said.

Not far ahead, amidst the misty mist, stands a majestic white mountain.

The mountain is so high that you may not be able to see the top of the mountain if you stand at the foot of the mountain. The top of the peak plunges into the clouds and is covered by clouds, making it impossible to see the scenery above.

"How many days have passed?" the old monk of the Six Paths asked.

Wutian said: "Three days."

"There are still four more days." The old monk of Six Paths had a smile on his lips, a smile full of passion.

At this time, Wuliang coughed violently, his face was ashen, and he said: "Master, there seems to be something wrong with Chutian."