Chaotic Sword God

In the second floor of the True Tower, Xuan Ming is sitting on the ground and practicing hard, and a thick and holy light of the Holy Spirit envelopes him, and there is a jihad law around him, working hard toward the jihadist The spirit of the soul tree is moving forward.

Because the sacred celestial celestial priests of the Guangming Temple, many of the bright gods, are threatened by a powerful and powerful demon. Therefore, if Xuan Ming’s strength cannot be broken, he would not dare to leave here, and would not dare to go outside. Going, will be free for the rest of his life

Therefore, only by breaking through and successfully condensing the soul tree and becoming the origin of the equivalent of the military, can he regain his freedom.

"Xuan Ming!"

At this moment, the illusory body of Jian Chen, which was condensed by a glimpse of God, appeared quietly in front of Xuan Ming. At this time, he had to temporarily interrupt the cultivation of Xuan Ming, a soft call, and let Xuan Ming practice from cultivation. Zhongqing woke up.

"Jian Chen brother, haha, I haven't seen you for a long time, yes, what's the situation outside the world, have you got rid of the killing of Qing Yao Wang? You went to the wasteland?" Xuan Ming ended the cultivation, an opening I asked a few questions, especially when he mentioned the wasteland, his eyes were filled with unreserved expectations.

"I am already in the wasteland." Jian Chen said.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ming’s spirit suddenly rose, and he said with excitement: “Really? You are already in the wasteland? It’s so good, this is really good. Right, Jian Chen, you are now in the desert Where is the state, can you... can you..." Xuan Ming wants to stop and show his hesitation.

Jian Chen smiled slightly and said: "Xuan Ming, if you have anything, just say it."

Xuan Ming hesitated for a moment, then a bite, holding a fist in the sword dust: "Sword dust brother, I wonder if you can go to the light temple, give my father a peace, let my father know that I am still alive. After all, I I have been away from the bad state for too long. In so many years, in order to prevent being deducted by the great demon, my father and I completely broke all connections. Now, I don’t know if my father is well."

"That can be natural, but your father is one of the eight deputy princes of the Temple of Light, high above, I want to see him, I am afraid it is not so easy." Jian Chen did not hesitate to agree, Xuan Ming this move, not correct Do you want him?

"This is simple!" Xuan Ming bit his finger, took a drop of blood into a jade bottle, and then handed it to Jian Chen, and said: "A jihadist sect who reaches the realm of my father will produce his own blood. Strong sense. Jian Chen, you take this jade bottle, and then open it near the Temple of Light, as long as my father is in the Temple of Light, he will definitely feel it."

Jian Chen put away the jade bottle with Xuan Ming's drop of blood, slightly indulged, said: "It is not enough to have this light. If your father misunderstood, I thought that I was getting this blood through other bad ways. Then I can It’s troublesome.”

"Then my letter is a letter, telling my father that your sword dust is my best friend." Xuan Ming immediately took out a jade slip from the space ring and began to engrave the information in the gods.

"Wait, I am now in the wilderness, but I am hiding my name. You must not use the name of my sword dust, you will use Changyang. Also, for my specific information, you should never mention half of your father. Even the existence of this tower, you must not disclose it."

"I must have noticed it. This tower can blind the sky. Its grade is not low. If your father knows it, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not start with me." Jian Chen looks serious, this thing Can be absolutely sloppy.

Xuan Ming also thought that Jian Chen was worried about the pursuit of Qingpeng Wang, and vowed to say: "Jian Chen brother, you can rest assured, Qing Yao Wang is absolutely not afraid to step into the wasteland." However, Xuan Ming still according to The requirements of Jian Chen were made, and the jade slip with his information was handed to Jian Chen, and the Jian Chen was inspected.

After all, he is now sheltering from the rain under the roof of Jian Chen. Everything naturally obeys the dust of the sword. He is afraid that the sword dust will be unhappy, and he will not go to the temple to report peace for him.

Jian Chener carefully examined the contents of Fan Xuanming’s left in Yujian. After repeated and repeated confirmation that there was no problem, he left the jade bottle with Xuan Ming’s blood and the jade with his message. The second floor of the tower came to the ninth floor.

In the ninth floor space, Jian Chen replaced the jade bottle with the drop of blood and replaced it with a jade bottle of higher grade and better quality.

"This drop of blood in this jade bottle, no matter how long the time has passed, can make the blood inside look like fresh, so even if Xuan Ming's father saw this drop of blood, can't tell the difference. A drop of blood, when was it left?" Jian Chen in the heart of the dark, everything is ready, after confirming that there is no omission, his sacred **** incarnation has just withdrawn from the true tower.

The Guangming Temple is flying over Yunfeng. The sword dust is sitting in the cave and looking at the jade bottle in the hand. It is a little hesitant, and then the bottle of the jade bottle is opened.

At the same time, in the sacred temple standing above the clouds in the Temple of Light, in a magnificent hall, two middle-aged men are sitting opposite each other.

"Mysterious war, this year's battle for the Son, who are you more optimistic about?" One of the middle-aged men leisurely tasted the aging wine, casually said that his body is thinner, but the face full of fortitude, but It is a majesty with a long-term high position, just like an emperor, giving people a feeling of not being angry.

This middle-aged man is one of the eight deputy princes of the Temple of Light, Minghe Mohe.

The middle-aged man, who is known as the mysterious warfare, looks abnormally burly. It is only his flesh. It gives people a feeling of containing terrorist power. It gives people a sense of coldness, it is chilling, and the eyes are also unusually sharp, which makes people dare not look at it.

Just in his eyebrows, more or less, always with a trace of anxiety, like the heart is concerned about it, can not fit for a long time.

The mysterious war is also one of the eight deputy masters of the Temple of Light. It is the second highest in the Temple of Light, second only to the existence of the Lord.

"I am not interested in paying attention to these. Who among the five of them can win, relying on their personal creation." Xuan war said with a blank expression, the worries surrounding his eyebrows, not scattered all the year round.

Hearing the words, Mohe looked up at the mysterious war and sighed, "Is worrying about your baby son?"

The mysterious war is silent, and the sharp eyes are staring at the sky outside.

Seeing this, Mohe sighed in his heart, and he did not know how to comfort him. After all, Xuan Ming is the only son of Xuan Zhan. He has always been regarded as the heart of the mysterious war, and he loves it all, and he has to use his life to cultivate. If Xuan Ming is really degraded, he does not know how terrible it will be to the mysterious war. The blow.

However, at this moment, the body of Xuan Zhan suddenly violently shocked, and the eyes of the eyes suddenly shot out of the sturdy mans, and he stood up from the chair, staring at a position, looking Between, the excitement of excitement can not be excused.

The next moment, he stepped out, and the figure disappeared in an instant. He had left the temple as if he had been teleported, and appeared in the thousands of peaks under the temple.

"This is a mysterious war, what kind of ghost?" The move of the mysterious war made the Mohe, one of the deputy masters, feel a deep affection, but did not follow it, but sat here and limitedly tasted the old age. The wine, while secretly paying attention to everything in the Temple of Light.