A hundredfold return: creating an Eternal Family

Then a huge sword energy broke the attack of the Nine-headed Demon Saint, tearing the sky like a torn silk.

This sword energy not only broke the attack of the Nine-headed Dragon Saint, but also foreshadowed the arrival of a new force.

Behind this sharp sword energy, a young man with a domineering aura stood on the battlefield. This person was Lin Nian's second clone, named Ji Daolin.

"In the early stage of the holy realm? Who are you?"

The Nine-headed Dragon Saint frowned, and its eyes fell on Ji Daolin, trying to see through this sudden enemy.

Ji Daolin smiled slightly, and his arrogance was overflowing. He replied coldly;

"I am the one who takes your life!"

"Looking for death!"

The Nine-headed Dragon Saint roared, and its huge body moved suddenly. The nine heads each spewed out terrifying power, and rushed straight towards Ji Daolin, trying to completely destroy this overconfident challenger.

However, facing the attack of the Nine-headed Demon Saint, Ji Daolin was not panicked at all.

He knew that he was no match for the Nine-headed Dragon Saint, but he had a trump card in his hand that could overturn the situation.

Ji Daolin, who knew that he was no match for the Nine-headed Dragon Saint, took out a sword that exuded endless imperial power.

As soon as the sword appeared, the sky and the earth changed color, as if even time and space were trembling.

Before the sword was unsheathed, a majesty that oppressed all living beings spread.

This sword was the imperial weapon given to him by Lin Nian - the Sky Sword.

"Even if I am only in the early stage of the Saint Realm, I have enough strength to make you retreat!"

Ji Daolin's voice was full of confidence.

He knew that with the amplification of the Sky Sword, his attack would reach an unprecedented level.

Although the Nine-headed Dragon Saint was angry, he also felt a little uneasy in his heart.

It could feel that the sword in the hands of the young man in front of it was not an ordinary thing, but a real imperial weapon.

Once such a weapon exploded, its power would definitely be enough to threaten its existence. "Come on, let me see how powerful the legendary imperial weapon is!"

The Nine-headed Dragon Saint roared, and its attacks became more and more frantic, trying to defeat it before Ji Daolin could make a move.

But Ji Daolin had already made preparations. He held the Sky Sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if waiting for the best time to attack. "Watch out, with this sword, I will end it for you."

Ji Daolin said calmly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a sword light and rushed straight towards the Nine-headed Dragon Saint.

The Sky Sword was finally unsheathed at this moment, and the sword energy that shook the world, like a blade that opened up the world, slashed directly at the Nine-headed Dragon Saint.

The Nine-headed Dragon Saint felt an unprecedented crisis, and it wanted to dodge, but the sword energy had locked all its retreat routes.

Helplessly, it could only try its best to resist this earth-shaking sword. The sword light flashed, and a thunderous sound echoed on the battlefield.

When the sword light faded, everyone saw that the originally huge body of the Nine-headed Dragon Saint was split in half by a sword and slowly fell to the ground.

Ji Daolin stood with a sword in his hand, without a single scar on his body, and his eyes were shining with the light of victory.

At this time, Jiang Haoran, who was watching the show beside Lin Nian, was a little confused. He looked at the calm Lin Nian, and then looked at the Sky Sword in Ji Daolin's hand that exuded endless imperial power. The envy in his heart surged out like a tide, and his saliva flowed all over the ground unconsciously.

"This imperial weapon is so cool!"

Jiang Haoran said in his heart, his eyes were fixed on the Sky Sword in Ji Daolin's hand, as if he wanted to deeply imprint it in his heart.

Seeing this, Lin Nian couldn't help but feel a little funny, but he also understood Jiang Haoran's feelings. He walked to Jiang Haoran, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile;

"Okay, don't be in a daze, as long as you bring me the holy weapon next time, I will give you an imperial weapon"

Jiang Haoran came back to his senses immediately after hearing this, his eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at Lin Nian excitedly;

"Really? My Lord, you keep your word?"

Lin Nian smiled slightly and nodded: "Of course, I always keep my word. As long as you can complete the task I gave you and bring back the holy weapon, I will definitely fulfill my promise"

Jiang Haoran was so excited that he danced with joy, and he quickly assured Lin Nian;

"My Lord, don't worry, I will definitely work hard to complete the task and bring back the holy weapon. When the time comes, you have to give me an imperial weapon like Ji Daolin!"

Lin Nian smiled and shook his head, saying: "Okay, as long as you can complete it, I will never break my promise."

Jiang Haoran looked at Lin Nian gratefully, his heart full of motivation and expectation

He knew that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to realize his dream of becoming an imperial soldier.

On the other side, the Demon Realm, billions of kilometers away from the Nine Realms, was a mysterious place.The land, on which stands an ancient and magnificent Shura Palace.

In the Shura Palace, the atmosphere is solemn and dignified. A charming young man stands in the center of the hall, his eyes are deep and firm, and he exudes a demonic aura.

This young man is Lin Nian's sixth clone - Yan Mo Cang.

In the Shura Palace, even the demon son Xue Sha of the Shura Palace, a strong man with innate blood evil, is willing to follow Yan Mo Cang, which shows Yan Mo Cang's strength and charm.

In the Shura Palace, the atmosphere is solemn and dignified.

At this moment, a charming and demonic figure slowly walked into the hall. It was a young man. His appearance seemed to make the surrounding space tremble. He was Lin Nian's sixth clone - Yan Mo Cang.

"Yan Mo Cang, from today on, you will be the eighth ancestor of the Shura Palace"

Seven demon saint auras sounded at the same time, and the voice seemed to come from the underworld, both cold and full of authority.

Yan Mo Cang stood in the center of the hall, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, and he naturally exuded a majesty that people dared not look directly at. He responded lightly;

"Thank you"

These two short words, like a heavy hammer, stirred waves in the hearts of every demon saint.

They could feel that this young boy who looked like a demon actually possessed unfathomable power and firm will.

Yan Mo Cang turned around, his eyes passed through the layers of palaces, and seemed to reach the distant sky.

He knew that his mission was far more than that. As Lin Nian's sixth clone, he must stir up a storm in the Demon Realm, which no one could foresee.

"From today on, I, Yan Mo Cang, will take the Shura Palace as my base and move towards a wider world."

Yan Mo Cang silently made a vow in his heart, and his figure became taller and taller in the hall.

"Please accept me as your disciple, the eighth ancestor."

A slightly respectful but determined voice echoed in the Shura Palace.

That was the Demon Blood Evil. He stood in front of Yan Mo Cang with a firm look in his eyes. He exuded an innate blood evil aura, which made him stand out from the crowd. Yan Mo Cang heard this and turned his gaze to the latecomer. He looked at Demon Blood Evil with a flash of admiration in his eyes.

This young man's aptitude was indeed extraordinary. As a demon of Shura Palace, he actually possessed innate blood evil, which was rare.

"Why do you want to worship me as your master?"

Yan Mo Cang asked indifferently. Although his voice was calm, it carried an irresistible majesty. Demon Blood Evil raised his head and answered;

"Because I long for power, long to stand at the peak of the magic way and overlook all living beings. I believe that only the eighth ancestor can guide me to reach such a height."

Yan Mo Cang nodded slightly. He admired Demon Blood Evil's frankness and ambition. He walked towards the demon, and every step seemed to be synchronized with the rhythm of the entire demon domain, full of endless magic power.

"Since you are determined, I will accept you as my disciple."

Yan Mo Cang finally spoke, and his words echoed in the Shura Palace like a law, determining the fate of Demon Xue Sha.

Demon Xue Sha knelt down excitedly, his heart filled with gratitude and joy.

"Thank you, Master!"

Yan Mo Cang reached out and helped Demon Xue Sha up, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

"Get up, from today on, you are my disciple, I will teach you the true meaning of the magic way, and make you a real strong man."