Dragon Vein Martial God

The two guarding disciples saw the wooden sign smashed, although they didn't notice it immediately because of their laziness before, so they didn't know whose name was recorded on the smashed wooden sign.

But as guard disciples, they remember the placement of all the wooden plaques, and even the location of each wooden plaque, because, just at a glance, they knew who the shattered wooden plaques belonged to... Belonging to, Shen Tuyang !

What they just discussed, Shen Tuyang!

After about half a breath.

The face of the disciple on the left became horrified: "Elder Shentu... something big happened, and Elder Shentu's life card was broken..."

"Quickly inform the sect..."

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In the territory of Juquemen, I don't know where.

Blood Soul Demon in the sad formation.

Jiang Ting was quite calm, constantly attacking resentful souls and blood fog.

There are too many resentful souls and blood fog in this large formation... It has been almost half an hour since he was trapped in the formation.

After half an hour of full-strength and wide-area attack, the surrounding blood mist became only a thin layer, and there were only two or three big cats and kittens left in the resentful soul.

However, the man in black robe and Shen Tuyang never appeared again, so I don't know whether the two sides are alive or dead now.

And I don't know if the formation is incomplete or because of other unknown reasons... He remembered that the blood mist in the blood soul demon sad formation, even if it is scattered, will reconvene, and even if the resentful soul is annihilated, it can be reborn in the blood mist.

However, he has been trapped until now, and the scattered blood mist has not re-condensed, and the dead soul has not been reborn.

"Boom bang bang..."

Jiang Ting is still attacking.

With the eruption of an air wave, Jiang Ting's attack on Fa-ah finally reached a certain critical point.

"Boom..." The explosion sounded, the air waves swept through, and the blood fog and resentment were all emptied.

The blood-drenched world has also regained its clear and bright, and the earth, green mountains, and green water have reappeared in Jiang Ting's eyes.

Sensing that the formation was broken, Jiang Ting immediately took out the magic sword and held it in his hand, and looked around... The sky is still the sky, and the earth is still the earth.

The battle that took place in the sky did not affect the environment on the ground.

Shen Tuyang disappeared, but the man in black robe was looking at him at the moment about forty feet away.

Compared with the completely invisible appearance before, at this moment, you can see the red and black ghost mask that the man in black robe is wearing.

After looking at it for a while, Jiang Ting's eyes narrowed... The man in black robe was sitting.

Not sitting on the ground, not sitting in the air out of thin air... but sitting on a giant sword, obviously using the giant sword as a bench.

And that colossal sword... If he read it correctly and remembered correctly, it was Shen Tuyang's colossal sword.

Juquemen disciples will always carry the giant sword behind their backs... It stands to reason that unless death, the giant sword cannot be lost. Now that the giant sword appears in the hands of the black-robed man, it is still treated like such a "humiliation".

Obviously, Shen Tuyang, with a 99% chance, is dead.

The remaining 1% is just because I haven't seen it with my own eyes.

After looking at it clearly, Jiang Ting focused: "Who is fellow Daoist?"

The black-robed man's eyes showed a little mockery: "Magic cultivator."

"Magic repair..."

After a pause, Jiang Ting shook his head slightly: "We, know each other?"

Induction told him that the man in black robe was not a magician.

Although the black-robed man had an extremely strong aura of magic, which was extremely disgusting for Xuanmen cultivators.

But... Jiang Ting always felt that the aura of the devil's way did not fit the black-robed man, as if the black-robed man had deliberately put a layer of devil's aura on his body in order to pretend to be a devil cultivator.

As for why he asked about his acquaintance... Although he couldn't see the figure of the man in black robe, he couldn't see his appearance, but he always felt that the man in black robe was somewhat familiar.

He didn't believe that he would have delusions. Even if he had delusions, he would be influenced by things such as foreign objects or illusions. There were no foreign objects in the sky and no illusion formation.

Then the familiarity is probably worth scrutinizing.

It's just that the black-robed man is very well hidden, and the familiarity is too slight, so he can't confirm the identity of the black-robed man from the familiarity.

"Jie Jie..." With a strange laugh, the man in black robe did not answer Jiang Ting, but Hua Hong left... The speed was so fast that it was not even comparable to Jiang Ting's, and it disappeared with a flicker.

I don't know if he escaped beyond Jiang Ting's line of sight, or hidden his body's aura.

gone?

That's it, go away?

It seems that the arrival of the black-robed man is just to deal with Shen Tuyang, and his Jiang Ting was only affected by Chi Yu?

No... Jiang Ting was very sure that the man in Heipao had the intention to kill him, but for some reason, he didn't do anything, but chose to leave directly.

If it weren't for the fact that Chai Ying had no news, he would doubt whether the man in black robe was bean sprouts again... Now that Chai Ying is dragging bean sprouts, bean sprouts would not have time to deal with him.

So, who would that person be?

"Strange..." Jiang Ting shook his head after not getting an answer for a long time.

Then, looking at the giant sword not far away, his eyes narrowed again... The man in black robe left, but he did not take the giant sword with him. The giant sword belonging to Shen Tuyang was still floating quietly in the sky.

It's not that the giant sword can naturally float without the slightest power, but the power left by the man in black robe has not dissipated. When the power dissipates, the giant sword without mana is Just a piece of scrap iron.

Beckoned, the giant sword was recruited by Jiang Ting.

Touch the body of the sword and observe it for a while... It is indeed the magic weapon of Shen Tuyang's life and life. There are many precious ores incorporated into this giant sword. If he hadn't had the opportunity to seal the magic secret realm, his magic sword might not be as good as this one. Great Sword.

If this giant sword is to be sold... Even if other people make the giant sword continue to improve, but if there is a master craftsman who re-decomposes the essence of the material in the giant sword with extremely clever means and extracts it... it is worth at least three hundred Wanling Stone!

However, it is not that simple to disassemble it. There is still spiritual restraint in the giant sword... This sword attacks the sixth layer of spiritual restraint.

If you want to decompose and extract the refining materials for this sword, you need not only extremely advanced refining means, but also at least a means that can arrange seven layers of spiritual restraint.

The mastery of spiritual restraint is not enough, dismantling this giant sword will only destroy the spiritual restraint, causing the giant sword to be damaged instantly, and then many materials will be completely scrapped.

Only those who have mastered the seven layers of spiritual restraint, plus extraordinary qi refining methods, are qualified to decompose... The more spiritual restraints, the more difficult it is to decompose without damage, and therefore, the more time it takes. .

If you only master the seven layers of spiritual restraint, you will definitely not be able to break it down without a few decades...

"Unfortunately, the iconic sword is too heavy, I'm afraid no one dares to buy it for refining... I can't disassemble it..." Jiang Ting shook his head slightly with a whisper.

Immediately let go... The giant sword fell towards the ground in the form of a free body.

When it falls to the ground, it may be inserted directly into the ground where no one can find it, or maybe it will be discovered by a lucky person and rise with a giant sword... No one can be sure.

Jiang Ting, who had abandoned the giant sword, looked towards the north, vaguely ugly.