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Chapter 245 Peerless Demon Sword
On the edge of the steep cliff, Murong Changhen stared down, looking like he was thinking.

Strangely, there was an extra eye between his brows at some point, the pupils of which were silver-white, made of metal.

Those eyes were rolling around, as if they were alive, trying to break free from between his brows at any time.

Murong Changhen looked down for a long time before he waved his sleeves, and a goshawk with condensed sword energy appeared in front of him.

Riding up, goshawks circled down slowly, surrounded by strong winds, and the sword marks on the cliff that caught the eye were wide and wide, as if this place had experienced a great battle.

I don't know how long it took to fly down, but the surroundings were blocked by Gaowei's mountains, the light was dim, and there was a dead silence.

Whoosh!
The silver pupil between Murong's long-hate eyebrows shot out a ray of light, which exploded in the air, and there was a lot of light around him.

Below is a huge pothole with a diameter of hundreds of feet, and the depth is even more exaggerated, probably thousands of feet.

The deepest part of the pit was dark, with that as the center, some weapons could be seen scattered here and there at intervals.

Most of these weapons are swords, and a few are knives and halberds, each of which is rusty and incomplete.

The closer to the depths of the pit, the fewer weapons there are, and the more weapons are scattered around the outer circle, the number of swords in the outermost area has reached hundreds of thousands.

Such a large number of weapons seem to be centered on the deepest part of the pit, and they have been guarding them since ancient times.

There was a smile on the corner of Murong Changhen's mouth, but his face was very stiff, coupled with that strange silver eye, it was indescribably weird.

"The elders of the clan speculate that if such a thing is in the sword market of Xijianzong, this year should be the cycle of demon soul outbreak."

"I used the silver magic pupil to detect when I entered the sword market in the past, but I always returned without success, but this year is finally different."

"This tiankeng, where thousands of soldiers surrender, must be the place of the great demon. Apart from that peerless demon sword, I really can't think of anything else in the pit."

Murong Chang hated to say that he flew down from the goshawk, retracted the sword energy into his body, and walked cautiously to the depths of the tiankeng.

The terrain sloped downward and was extremely steep, but he was not in a hurry, and his mood was so calm that he had completely cut off all emotions and desires.

It took a long time to reach the end. At the end, a huge crimson sword stood there. From the hilt to the tip of the sword, it was three meters high!

"Why is it a sword and not a knife?"

Murong Changhen was stunned for a moment, what he saw was a bit different from the rumors.

As he thought about it, a ray of light shot out from the silver demon pupil between his brows, heading straight for the crimson giant sword.

boom--

The light was automatically annihilated when it was three feet away from the giant sword, and at the same time, there was a supreme coercion in the sword!

This terrifying coercion swept out, like mountains and seas, with the Tiankeng as the center, hundreds of thousands of remnant soldiers nearby trembled in unison, and some even aroused sword energy several meters long!
"Sure enough, it is the demon sword I was looking for."

Murong Changhen frowned when he saw this, swords and swords have been inseparable since ancient times, maybe the Peerless Demon Sword was originally like this, but later generations spread rumors and blurred its original appearance.

After confirming the authenticity of the treasure, Murong Changhen walked along the edge of the "Demon Saber", uninterruptedly took out every treasure, array flag, or vessel from the space profound tool, and placed them in a certain pattern.

These treasures were all entrusted to him by the clan, some of which were very rare and of unimaginable value.If it wasn't for this demon sword, it would be impossible for him to own it given his status in the clan.

At this moment, all the treasures were sacrificed, and it took a whole hour to form a large formation for sealing.

After doing all this, Murong Changhen arranged layers of magic circles near the tiankeng. The materials consumed by each magic circle are very valuable, and any one of them is enough to drive the monks on the east bank crazy.

When all the preparations were complete, he sat silently on the ground to adjust his state, recovering the vigor and spirit that had been lost in searching for the demon knife for days.

When he stood up again, a mark was shot out in his hand, directly activating the big trapping formations of the demon knife in all directions!
Boom boom boom!
Fiery brilliance erupted from the formation, and more than a dozen visions emerged, transforming into huge dao patterns in the air, intertwined with demon knives falling towards the center.

"Roar--"

As if sensing something, an astonishing aura erupted from the demon knife, pushing back the magic circle crazily.

The two sides began to compete, and Murong Changhen concentrated on maintaining the magic circle, slowly compressing the living space of the demon knife.

The light and shadow scattered on the demon knife, but it was completely blocked by the ten direction pattern, gradually lost its temper, and its brilliance gradually dimmed.

It lasted for two full hours before the Dao pattern that sealed the formation completely landed on the demon knife, leaving ink-like lines on the crimson blade.

Murong Changhen heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, and stepped forward with a blank expression, still being careful with every step he took.

When his hand was on the hilt of the giant sword, but he didn't encounter any resistance, the big stone in his heart fell completely.

"Finally successful."

"I have been lurking in the Sword Cleansing Sect for so many years, sacrificed so much, and finally let me find this peerless demon sword."

"It is rumored that as long as it is slashed, it will be controlled by the holder of the demon knife. The demon knife, which even the Daoist saint can't resist, finally fell into my hands."

Murong Changchen murmured, his goal of lurking for so many years was finally realized, he should have been extremely excited, but there seemed to be a membrane in his head, which isolated all his emotions, making him expressionless when he said these words, like a machine Generally speaking.

"Let me test your might."

Murong Changhen pulled out the huge sword from the ground, the ground was shaking slightly.

Clang!
He held the huge sword and slashed at the rock next to him at will!
Click.

The slight sound made his face change, and he quickly brought the sword to his eyes.

I saw that the edge of the blade interlaced with the rock was actually cracked, and the crack expanded rapidly...

"How is it possible? How could the Peerless Demon Sword be so fragile?"

When he asked a question, he should be extremely angry, but he was extremely calm.

Clang!

If you don't believe in evil, you slash again, and this time the giant sword is broken in two, and the gap in the broken sword is strangely covered with rust spots!

"This is by no means the demon sword I was looking for."

Murong Changhen dropped the sword heavily, his gaze shot all around.

"It must be here, it can't be wrong, the real demon knife is definitely right here!"

"Which one is it? Which one is it? Have you hidden it?"

He raised his head to the sky and screamed, the sealing circle was activated by him, and a powerful force surged around.

Boom boom boom!
One by one the remnant swords were crushed, but more remnants made howls, as if the soul of the sword hidden inside had awakened, and the sword aura swayed in all directions!
The entire tiankeng trembled, and even the surrounding mountains were shaking, as if they were about to collapse!

(End of this chapter)