Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

"Let me see, among the Wushan Sword Sect, who is fighting again at this juncture."

Zhou Shi thought about it in his heart, looked up, and was a little surprised for a while.

The one standing in the front is not someone else, it is Wu Chouyi, the contemporary suzerain of the Wushan Sword Sect!

If it is someone else, even if it is a Chunyang ancestor in the sect who speaks, it can only be regarded as a selfish word.

But once this one opened his mouth, it was really hard to hold back.

"Well, it seems that the Wushan Sword Sect has already thought about this battle."

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Zhou Shi's mind, and he frowned unconsciously. He heard all kinds of "Wushan Sword Sect" and "Wushan Sword Sect" in his ears, and he only felt annoyed.

In fact, the earliest standing above Wushan was the Wushan Sword Sect.

Although the inheritance of this sect has never been cut off, it was a great shame that the Wushan Sword Sect was trampled through the mountain gate as early as thousands of years ago when it was fighting against foreign races.

This is also after the establishment of the Sunda Dynasty, even if the alien forces are much stronger than Wushan Jianzong, they dare to use one clan to fight against one clan.

Later, under various catastrophes, this sword sect gradually recuperated and recuperated, and many sword sects were merged into it.

However, there are also some people who have come to inherit it for a long time and cannot change it, and they get used to it when they scream.

He couldn't help but look solemn and complained when he thought of the "quantity calamity" that prompted him on the analog panel.

"The people of the Wushan Sword Sect are not ignorant of the general situation. Among them, there must be someone else's advice..."

Just when Zhou Shi was thinking about the reason, he suddenly felt the whole world tremble. Under the will of Huang Tian, ​​a huge face appeared in the air.

"Wushan Sword Sect, a broken sect who was trampled through the mountain gate, dare to crusade against aliens?"

That face was huge, and there was a faint fire in his eyes. Although he couldn't see the eyes and teeth, but inside and outside the huge face, I didn't know how many strange demons were drilling here and there.

Seeing this figure, many powerful monks were full of anger, and the sword light rose brightly.

"The ancestor of the deceitful bite!"

"It's the miscellaneous pieces of the Hundred Bizarre Sect!"

"How dare you show up in my Wushan Sword Sect!"

With that low voice, the face didn't care, just sneered.

At this moment, several auras rose up, and outside the Wushan Sword Sect, they radiated their own auras without caring.

"It's the fierce fight of the Heavenly Remnant Sect! The humorous ancestor of the Candle Moon Sect, the incarnation of the evil spirit of the Three Demon Sect!"

There is a powerful avatar looking at this scene, his eyes are cold.

I only hate myself that this is just an ordinary incarnation, and at most it is only 10% or 20% of the strength of the deity.

In the Falling Feather Realm, all over the world, there are ten sects of monsters.

These ten sects have always been easier because the appearance of the ancestors of the demons also disappeared, but on the whole they were all those.

Hei Lian, Wei Ying, Candle Moon, Tian Can, Tian Man, Blood River, Burning Soul, Painted Skin, White Bone, Bai Wei, Tian Mo Zong, San Sha Zong... More than a dozen Wei Mo sects are in trouble in the Fallen Feather Realm , collectively known as the Ten Sects of Demons.

As for why the ten sects are not ten sects, there is nothing to say at all.

Those who are more serious cultivators, I am afraid that the grass is already too high above their heads.

The Ten Demon Sects are the enemies of the sects in the world, but if they are the most hated, they are the Nantian Sect, Hanshan Palace, and Wushan Sword Sect.

The Southern Tianzong prides itself on the orthodox demonic way, and the behavior of the devious demons sect is often classified as a means of demonic way, which brings shame to the demonic way, so whenever they encounter it, they will definitely be killed.

The Hanshan Palace itself is a hidden world sect. If it weren't for the strange demon sect and all kinds of incidents, it would not be willing to step forward anyway.

As for Wushan Jianzong.... There is nothing to say about it, idealism and swords, naturally there is nothing that can't be cut.

Unaccustomed to it, he simply shot.

Wushan kendo cultivator sharpened his sword and went down the mountain to practice, saying that he was cultivating, all of which were tracking the traces of the monster cultivator.

It is precisely because of this that Wei Mozongmen is also quite unhappy with Jianzong.

This time, the reason why the four ancestors of the strange demons appeared as the only incarnations was not to play any real role, but mainly to disgust them.

Of course, among the seven sects in the world, there are also cultivators who are rarely provoked.

It has long been an indisputable fact that Wusheng has great power.

As early as when the Liyang Dynasty was in power, the Wusheng Sect and the Ten Demon Sects were filthy. Among the Ten Sect Demon Sects, seven had attacked, but they finally returned.

After that battle, although the Ten Demon Sects said that "no life will teach me and I will not be afraid", but it is really rare to be provoked.

And what really made the world's ten evil demons have some fear, and even called them lunatics.

Few of the famous Bingjialou in the cultivation world are the ones most unwilling to provoke the Ten Demon Sects.

Those puppets or something, it is one thing to be difficult to deal with. If they are really captured, even if they explode themselves, they will not be able to do anything.

From the point of view of the military building, these monster monks are all excellent puppet materials!

The world's sects are quite displeased with the rhetoric of "the flesh and blood is bitter and weak" in the Bingjialou, and even almost broke into the magic demon.

For his disciples, Bingjialou would not want to transform the body.

But no one would care if those cultivators were deceitful demons!

...closer to home.

In the face of several incarnations of the demon ancestors who came to disgusting people, not many monks who were present were furious.

After all, who can endure such a slap in the face?

However, it is unhappy and unhappy. The powerful cultivators present, even the only incarnation of the ancestor of Chunyang, are silent and watch.

After all, after all, this is the place of Wushan Jianzong. If you want to make a move, at least Wushan Jianzong will take the lead.

If they made a rash move, although the sword cultivators were all clear-headed and wouldn't say much, they would have broken the rules.

On the top of the sword mountain, Meng Lian's expression remained unchanged, and he looked up with a cold expression.

"You guys are really brave. When you show up today, is it possible that Meng Mou's sword has been unsheathed for thousands of years, and it is already rusted and dusty?"

After he finished speaking, the incarnations of the ancestors of the strange demons all laughed strangely.

They themselves came here to provoke Wushan Jianzong, and first set off a little storm.

But Meng Lian didn't give them a chance to speak again, his mind moved slightly and his voice was cold.

"Since you are all incarnations, then I will not bully you, and let my incarnation try your methods."

After saying this, I heard the sound of chains, and a unkempt man came dragging a mountain.

This person can't see his face clearly, and his aura is almost like an ordinary person.

"Originally, I wanted to use this style in the hands of aliens. Why don't I try it first to see if my sword is still sharp!"

Under the words, I saw that the chain on the man's body was broken inch by inch, the mountain burst open, and a torrent of sword energy turned into a long river, suddenly rising from the sky.

The Jianhe is three thousand miles into the sky, and the gods frown upon seeing me!

Meng Lian's sloppy only avatar let out a long roar, but he saw that above the sky, the ghostly demon aura that had originally covered the sky collapsed instantly.

When the sword qi swept past, the river of sword rolled back from the sky, the only incarnation took a deep breath, and the endless sword qi re-entered the belly.

The power of this sword is so terrifying!

Looking at the windy sky, I don't know how many cultivators looked shocked.

Even the incarnation of the ancestor Chunyang looked at this sword with a horrified expression.

And seeing the scene where the other party swallowed the sword and angered their stomachs, they also had an idea in their hearts.

"This person's strength, even if he ranks in the Pure Yang Ranking, is in the top ten or even higher!

Not only that, but just looking at the degree of harmony of this style, I am afraid that it is about to be promoted to Shattered Void. "

And those almighty cultivators, seeing the power of this style, couldn't help but stunned.

"The ancestor who eats the sword is really the ancestor who eats the sword. I heard that this person in Wushan Jianzong has changed his title to holding a sword, but now it seems that these two titles are difficult to erase."

Meng Lianna's only incarnation did not return to the deity after swallowing the long river of sword energy, but turned and walked towards the depths of Jianzong.

He himself had a calm expression, and slightly bowed his hands to the visitor with an apologetic expression on his face.

"The ghostly night is small, and it's not a climate.

Ladies and gentlemen, have a drink today.

When you all leave, it will be the time for my Wushan Sword Sect to launch an attack on the alien race! "

As soon as these words were spoken, the cultivator who had already taken a toast was unwilling to drink it for some reason.

"Jianzong cultivator, I have always admired it. You all went to fight against foreigners for the righteousness of my human race, but let me wait for a drink and then leave?"

The man opened his mouth to drink the water and wine, but threw the jade cup on the ground with a cold expression.

"Kill the alien race, even though we are less cultivated, we are not afraid to go!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the guests were slightly quiet, and then the pot exploded.

"Not bad, not too humble to forget about the country, the alien race and our human race have been dying for a long time, and I am waiting to go with them!"

"What fellow Daoists said is very true, a man born in this world should bring a three-footed sword to achieve unparalleled merit; what he wants now is unsuccessful, how can he die!"

"Hahaha, so happy, so happy, I have nothing else, only one life to fight for, even if I die, I can stay on top of the history books!"

"..."

"..."

And these words, just as they were intensifying, they saw a figure emerge, already standing on the high platform, this person appeared, and the presence was silent for a moment.

Seeing this figure, Zhou Shi couldn't help but look slightly stunned, and he was a little lost for a while.

The person who appeared was not someone else, but the current Emperor Renzong!

This jewel in the palm of your hand is getting married today. Even if the etiquette has already arrived, his thoughts flow and differentiate into an incarnation. Is there a problem?

no problem!

The Emperor Renzong stood on the high platform with one hand behind his back and a glass of wine in the other.

He looked around, his voice a little desolate.

"Zhen is really a waste material, the throne of the emperor was given to me by my father, and it was regarded as a brother.

Over the years, there has not been much political achievement, but I have seen strange demons running rampant between heaven and earth, and evil is breeding.

If it goes on like this, I think I will stick to my Sundae territory and try my best not to lose an inch.

But here today, I can see the excitement of all of you, and let me realize that it seems that it is not what I thought before. "

When he was speaking, his voice was raised a little bit, and at the end, he was even more excited.

"The great country, how can you allow those little ones to peep?

My Xunfeng Dynasty has never been weaker than others. Everyone in Wushan Jianzong is willing to do it, and I admire it. If you want to go, you are all heroes of my Xunfeng!

I---A cup of respect to you all!

The cup is full, Guy spins! "

After saying this, Emperor Renzong drank his head up from a glass of water and wine, without caring about his image.

He stepped out step by step, and the spiritual energy of this incarnation rose, and in the blink of an eye, it had already begun to fade.

The faint and vast singing came from the mouth of this Emperor Renzong.

"The sky will collapse and the earth will split, people will not bear the burden of life and death, life and death, regardless of relatives, souls will return... The sky will collapse and the earth will split, and the strong man will die, why should the country be afraid..."

When the singing dissipated, the incarnation of the aura of Emperor Renzong had already collapsed.

In the sky of Wushan Sword Sect, there was a fine and dense spiritual rain.

When others saw this, Qi Qi was singing this ancient sacrificial song in a low voice.

Only a sword chanting was heard, followed by the sound of Wan Jian's chirping, and countless Wushan Sword Sect disciples marched on their swords, turning into a good rain of swords.

When the other monks saw this, they did not hesitate, and consciously turned into a formation, and they followed up like this.