Sword ancestor

Chapter 37
Albatron Valley.

The gate of the Yan Luo Palace was opened, there were ghosts crying and howling wolves, the white will-o'-the-wisp loomed in the door, and the ancient energy circulated, like a fierce beast reborn in ancient times, about to choose people and devour them.

"Disciples of the Nine Peaks go to hell!"

Taoist Ming Bing yelled loudly, his voice was like thunder, causing the situation in the entire Qingyun Valley to change.

Bu Qingtian and the eight people were spotless. They stood in front of the seventeen generations of Taoists and stepped towards the forest white ghost fire.

Lei Gang laughed loudly, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger. He was the last one, and a layer of silvery thunder light gradually filled his body. The thunder light was like a snake, and the air around Zhang Xu was almost completely distorted.

Eight people stepped into the Hall of Yama and were swallowed by layers of willow fire. Afterwards, all seventeen generations of disciples finally stepped into it one by one. Everyone looked solemn, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Obviously, the situation in the Hall of Yama was not Simple.

As the two of Qi Tian approached the Hall of Yama, many disciples discussed in low voices.

"Jianfeng has long since fallen, and with that inferior swordsmanship, he actually came to participate in the competition."

"That's Qi Tian, ​​but I heard that it's been less than a year since the beginning, less than a year, what can be cultivated with mere swordsmanship."

"Brother Bu and the others still pay a lot of attention to it. I think the legend is just a legend."

The innate sword body is strong, and after going through the nine-fold profound thunder calamity, the life energy has reached an astonishing level. Even if you don't use your sword sense, within a radius of a hundred meters, there is no sound that can escape Qi Tian's ears.

He frowned slightly, and had already arrived in front of Yan Luo Hall.

The pitch-black Hall of Yama seemed to engulf one's mind. It was just standing in front of the gate of the hall. It was hard to imagine how terrifying it would be to step into it.

The Hall of Yama, the [-]th floor of hell, where the sects at the prefecture level use it to confirm the mind of Taoism, is a bit unimaginable, and no one knows why.

As everyone watched, Qi Tian and the others looked at each other and stepped into the will-o'-the-wisp at the same time.

Immortal mist curled up on the Jiufang Yuntai, on the Yuntai, besides the master of Jiufeng, there were only less than a few hundred disciples of the sixteenth generation, and a few dozens of elders left.

Taoist Ming Bing sat cross-legged, on the cloud table in front of him, there were several jade bowls, several jade plates, the jade bowls were empty, and in the jade plates were blue spiritual fruits, each of which emitted Spiritual energy contains a strong vitality of life.

"Century-year Qingyun fruit, Ming Bing invites all senior brothers to enjoy it. I see junior brother, you have prepared a wine bowl for your purple bamboo brew today."

"Brother Sect Master, you are too polite."

Mingjian Taoist laughed lightly, flipped his right hand, and a white jade gourd appeared in his hand immediately, he threw it away, and the white jade gourd floated in the air, as if there was a battle of sword energy, revealing wisps of sharpness.

The Nine Paths of Purple Bamboo Brewing is as crystal clear as jade, the spiritual energy on it is churning, and the purple energy is dense. The Nine Paths Jiuquan crosses the sky, and there is spiritual energy falling down. Many disciples of the sixteenth generation take a deep breath, and they feel calm and calm, and their breath speeds up. One point.

On the cloud platform, Taoist Ming Bing showed surprise: "The 500-year-old Zizhu wine, the younger brother is addicted to alcohol, this time, it is rare and generous."

The rest of the seven cloud platforms and the seven peak masters all had strange looks in their eyes, but no one spoke.

After taking a sip of the purple bamboo wine, Taoist Ming Bing said with a smile: "I don't know what you think this time, in the seventeenth generation, you can make a name for yourself in the Hall of Yama."

The Lord of Lieyang Peak smiled and said: "Three years ago, Xiaobi, the title of leader was won by the head brother Feng Shangbu Qingtian, Yan Luodian, he broke through the third level of hell, and stopped at the fourth level of evil mirror hell, this time, I think he can break through the fourth floor and the fifth floor of the steamer hell, I'm afraid he won't be able to stop him."

Taoist Ming Bing chuckled, did not speak, but looked at Zi Lei Peak Master, and said: "Junior Brother Ming Lei, what do you think?"

The master of Zilei Peak is thin and thin, with purple hair like a waterfall, and there are strands of purple lightning wrapped around him. The surrounding fairy clouds are possessed, but are blocked by purple electricity. He sits cross-legged on the cloud, Taoist Ming Bing asked, he pondered for a moment, and said: "Eight veins have their own strengths, and Ming Lei can't tell clearly."

Seeing that the Taoist frowned slightly, the Yuntai of the Lotus Peak, the plain gauze dress of the Lotus Peak, and her imposing manner, her eyes were like lightning, with a gleam, and she spoke abruptly

"In my opinion, the two of Jianfeng can be in the top ten."

Several peak masters frowned and remained silent, while some sixteenth generation disciples faintly shook their heads on several cloud platforms, not paying attention.

The decline of Jianfeng is a foregone conclusion. This is a testament to the endless years of the Eastern Land Shenzhou in ancient times. Even the innate sword body cannot be restored. Eighty-nine, you will die under the thunder disaster, or the spirit stone will be cut off, and you will die.

This is a nearly cut off swordsmanship, even if it has vitality, it is very small, no one can last long, neither can Master Jianfeng or Master Xuanjian.

"Step into the sky, the second level of scissors hell!"

Sixteen generations of disciples whispered, since the seventeen generations entered the Hall of Yama, black jade plaques appeared out of thin air above the Nine Peaks Cloud Terrace, with eighteen blood patterns branded on the jade plaques.

At this moment, on the cloud platform of Qingyun Peak, on the jade plaque with Bu Qingtian's real name imprinted on it, there was a bloodstain that was completely complete, exuding a hazy glow of blood, and the second bloodstain also gave off a faint blood light.

Yama Hall.

Stepping into this legendary land, the Yan Luo Palace, is boundless and vast. Yun Fei and others who had stepped into it together disappeared.

With a cold snort, the edge of the Xiantian sword body swelled, and the majestic life energy surged. In Qi Tian's body, it seemed that the sound of waves was born, and the intruding cold air was immediately shaken away and disappeared.

There were screams of misery and sorrow, and the ghostly air filled the air, making people creepy.

The cold air was shaken away, Yama's land changed, and a huge dungeon manifested.

A famous ghost soldier had two horns on his head, and his face was ferocious. They were covered with pitch-black scales, his eyes were bloody, and his mouth was dripping with blood. At first glance, he had no tongue.

On the iron pillars of the dungeon, countless people were tied to them, their mouths were stretched open by iron sticks, the dark ghost hooks hooked their tongues, and pulled them out inch by inch, blood gurgling, converging into a blood river on the ground, There was the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves rushing out of the blood river, and the evil spirit rushed to the sky.

"You enter the hell of pulling out your tongue, and you should suffer from pulling out your tongue!"

Between the heaven and the earth, there was a ghostly sound shaking, Qi Tian's eyes blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was bound to the iron pillar.

There was a raging flame under the iron pillar, and the iron pillar was boiling hot, and the Taoist robe seemed to be burning immediately.

"You enter the hell of pulling out your tongue, and you should suffer from pulling out your tongue!"

Another ghost soldier screamed sharply, the iron stick in his hand burst into cold light, and pierced towards Qi Tian's lips.

His face turned cold, and he took a deep breath, Qi Tian's eyes suddenly shot out a bright sword light, cutting the sharp edge, the iron stick in the ghost soldier's hand was shattered, and was blown away at the same time.

"I have been magnanimous up to this day, and I have a clear conscience. Even if Yan Luo is alive, he can't judge me. You little ghost pawn, dare to accuse me!"

The mighty life energy surged, and the sharp air was like a stormy wave hitting the shore. The iron chains on his body were cracked inch by inch, and he fell to the ground. The sword pointed at the center of the eyebrows, and the sticky sword consciousness gushed out, condensing into a mouthful of golden and jade-colored consciousness. sword.

Concentrate the sword with sword awareness, cut through the emptiness, these ghost soldiers are not strong enough, at most they are equivalent to the perfect cultivation base of 72 evil path apertures, only by relying on the vast evil spirit and ghost energy of this first layer of tongue pulling hell, can they suppress the evil spirits in the world. Human beings, Taoists with a poor mood and perfect Dao foundation may still be suppressed, but Qi Tian stepped into the 49th heaven in the burial sword pool, and he was not afraid of [-] swords plus his body. How can shake his mind.

The golden and jade-colored sword is slashing, and the force is like a mountain. Every time the sword falls, it is like an ancient mountain. In these eighteen levels of hell, there is no limit. The pawn was turned into dust with one strike of the sword, the dungeon was shattered, and the sky collapsed.

The majestic life energy roared in his body, Qi Tian looked up, a dark prison door manifested on the collapsed dungeon, and there was a chilling sound of teeth grinding inside. (Jian Zu has nearly [-] collections so far. As long as one tenth of the book friends cast a few votes every day, Jian Zu can also show glory. Ten steps call everyone, wake up, Jian Zu needs you, and the glory of Kendo needs you !)

(End of this chapter)