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Chapter 593 Sword Spirit Son

"Yes! Yes!" The envoy of Qingmu Holy Land passed a black and gold Demon Slaughter Order with both hands in a flustered manner.

"Thank you." Zhao Wushuang grinned, which was a way of expressing his gratitude, but because his rough appearance is really hard to compliment.

This murderous smile gave the envoy great stimulation. At this moment, he felt that his body was not his own.

Now, who would dare to say that Zhao Wushuang is not capable and qualified to obtain a Demon Slaughter Token?

Not to mention the Demon Slaughter Order, even if you come to the Holy Land to be an elder, it is more than enough.

At the same time, many great experts stranded in Cyanwood City were paying attention to Zhao Wushuang with their spiritual sense, and some of them smelled something different.

Wu Zun Jiuchongtian, who suddenly appeared, was particularly terrifying in strength. Although he didn't show much strength for the time being, he could still rank among so many holy land elders who came here.

The purpose of the Demon Slaying Conference is to attract Zhao Wushuang to come. In the past few days, the Cyanwood Holy Land has been restricted and covered the entire mountain, and what is waiting is his arrival.

There was no news of Zhao Wushuang for such a long time, and since Gu Yuelin disappeared like the world evaporated, everyone thought he had escaped long ago.

Now they saw the clues in this person, and vaguely guessed whether he was the real Zhao Wushuang.

"Master, this person is very suspicious, do we want it?" A direct disciple of the Sword Profound Sacred Land asked.

"Don't act rashly. You and I both know the strength of the devil. If you reveal your intentions here, the Demon Slaying Conference will be meaningless." The three old sword spirits of the Sword Profound Sacred Land slowly shook their heads.

"But let him enter the Qingmu Holy Land like this, wouldn't we put our intentions on the table?" Fan Qiuxu wondered.

"These are all guesses by you and me. If this person is not the devil, you and I will offend a powerful human race. Do you think this will be beneficial to Jianxuan Holy Land?" Jian Lingzi's eyes flashed with wisdom, He already had a plan in mind.

"But Master, what should we do? Let it go?" Fan Qiuxu didn't understand.

"The most abrupt signs on the devil's body are the devil's energy and the law of killing. The power of the law on this person has never been heard before, and there is a high probability that it is not. What is the real situation, you can find out after a little testing by the teacher." Jian Lingzi caressed Beard, said slowly.

"Yes!" Fan Qiuxu felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he didn't know why, when he saw Zhao Wushuang's glance, he felt familiar.

Perhaps it was intuition, Zhao Wushuang gave him a great impact when he was in Xianjiang, and this memory has been reverberating in his mind for a long time without stopping.

But judging a person based on intuition alone is too abrupt, and it is better to be careful before you figure it out.

After all, it is not a good thing to offend a Wu Zun Jiu Chongtian.

Zhao Wushuang took the Demon Slaughter Order and flew straight to the Qingmu Holy Land.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!" Jian Lingzi burst out from behind Zhao Wushuang with a smile on his face, followed by Fan Qiuxu.

Zhao Wushuang stopped, with doubts on his face.

"Hehe, although it's a bit presumptuous, I still want to ask, which faction are you from?" Jian Lingzi asked.

"Before asking others, shouldn't you first declare your family name? Your strength is weaker than mine, so you should call me a senior." Zhao Wushuang said lightly.

Jian Lingzi's smile froze. This kind of address among warriors is not rigid. Everyone follows the trend. He has never seen anyone who asked others to call himself a senior.

Obviously, Jian Lingzi is much older than Zhao Wushuang. If the two talk about their seniority, it should be Zhao Wushuang who calls them senior.

Fan Qiuxu stared at Zhao Wushuang, with a look of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Even though he was upset, Jian Lingzi still kept a smile on his face, because it would be unwise to have a dispute with someone over such a trivial matter.

"What the senior said is that Jian Lingzi, the Xuanjian Holy Land, is my disciple, Fan Qiuxu." Jian Lingzi introduced.

"Oh, is there anything else?" Zhao Wushuang nodded as he understood.

"I just asked what power the senior belongs to. If you are a casual cultivator, you might as well consider my Sword Profound Holy Land. Although we are not as good as Piao Miao Holy Land among the Nine Great Holy Lands, we are not far behind." Jian Lingzi said when talking about the Sword Profound Holy Land , His face was full of pride.

He does have the capital to be proud of. 90.00% of the Xuanjian Holy Land is sword cultivators. As we all know, the attack power of sword cultivators is the strongest among all warriors.

Zhao Wushuang slowly shook his head and said, "Sorry, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

Zhao Wushuang left without even saying a word of politeness, leaving the two of them messed up in the wind.

"Senior, please wait!" Jian Lingzi suddenly thought of something, and blocked Zhong Zhao Wushuang's way again.

"What else is there?" Zhao Wushuang's eyebrows showed displeasure.

"Haven't you asked the senior's title yet?" Jian Lingzi asked.

"The Lord of Desolation."

Jian Lingzi looked thoughtfully at Zhao Wushuang's leaving back.

"Master, you are the third elder of the Sword Profound Sacred Land, why are you being so polite to him?" Fan Qiuxu didn't understand.

"Teacher, some people can be dealt with casually, but some people can't..." Jian Lingzi's eyes flashed brightly.

Obviously, Zhao Wushuang was the latter. He had never heard of the words Venerable Desolation before, but what was known was that the power Zhao Wushuang displayed was the legendary Law of Desolation.

This kind of law has not been seen for a long time, and it is extremely difficult to comprehend. According to records in ancient books, the last time it appeared was in ancient times.

As for whether there are other continents, he doesn't know. As a special existence, Jian Lingzi must treat Zhao Wushuang with courtesy.

Although he was not able to win him over, it was a good thing to be able to leave a good impression on him, even if his status was lowered.

"Master, is he the devil?" Fan Qiuxu asked.

"Probably not." Jian Lingzi shook his head.

He didn't feel the evil spirit in Zhao Wushuang, nor did he feel the law of killing.

No matter from which perspective, Zhao Wushuang was not the person they were looking for.

But this is also good news, after all, their Sword Profound Holy Land has left a good impression on Zhao Wushuang.

"Let's go, disciple, the Demon Slaying Conference is about to begin." Jian Lingzi said.

"Yes! Master." Fan Qiuxu nodded, with anticipation in his eyes.

Zhao Wushuang held the demon-slaying order in his hand, along the way he saw many disciples and envoys interrogating those who entered the Qingmu Holy Land.

Even if he has this token, it is only a token.

As the name suggests, the Aoki Holy Land is full of huge green trees towering into the sky, which are quite spectacular.

Interestingly, most of the disciples lived in the trees, some of them built houses on the trees, and some directly dug big holes in the green wood as a resting place.

These green woods have a very long history, extending to tens of millions of years ago. It can be said that the history of the green wood holy land is the longest among the nine holy lands.

The unique Aoki Divine Jue has been famous for a long time. Although the attack power is not strong, the unique life extension method is very famous.

It is said that the last Holy Lord on the Qingmu Holy Land has not died until now, and has lived for a full 50 years!

(End of this chapter)