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Text Chapter 127 The Ambition of the Divine Sword and the Plan of the Divine Descendants

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    The heavy rain is like a pillar, moving from the distant Milky Way in the heart of the sky to the mortal world, as if it wants to use the water of the sky to wipe away the blood of the human world!  Lu Xueqi looked at him nervously first, and saw that although he was in a sorry state, his eyes were shining like he was injured, so she couldn't help but feel relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.  The next moment, her eyes shifted to the bloody dragon-slaying sword with murderous intent. There seemed to be a strange light flickering deep in her eyes, like fireflies flying in the night. She said quietly: "Brother Xuan, what you just used to draw blood into  "The magic of the sword," she seemed to be hesitating, her lips looked pale from biting hard, and her white clothes were covered in dust, adding a bit of sadness: "Is it the 'blood refining' technique of the Demon Cult?" Long Xuanyi  Startled, looking into her eyes, there seemed to be a silent flame burning there, as if there were thousands of words and thousands of doubts flickering in them.  He couldn't help but patted Lu Xueqi's head and said softly: "What are you thinking about, silly girl? Will I be attracted to the incomplete 'blood refining' secret technique of the Demon Cult?" He smiled faintly, aloof and proud.  Jue Jue explained quietly: "I only use the blood of the candle dragon to awaken the Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit. As long as I use the power of thunder to wash away the killing nature of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit when I go through the 'Six-Nine Heavenly Tribulation',  If you return to its roots, then this Dragon-Slaying Sword will be truly successful, and both the sword's power and spirituality will be greatly improved!" In fact, this is exactly the case. Both the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Qingping Sword have been praised.  He has been cultivating the sword with the essence of the Nine Heavens for several years, and has been practicing it with the Shushan miraculous technique "The Hinayana Secret Technique of Many Treasures". Until now, the sword's heart has become clear, and it only needs an opportunity to reborn the two swords.  Among the two swords, Dragon-Slaying is the master of killing. Only by killing endlessly and sacrificing blood can the sword spirit awaken and return to its position. Therefore, Long Xuan usually uses the Dragon-Slaying Sword when facing enemies.  It is precisely for this reason that this time, he knew clearly that there was a wild candle dragon guarding the "Dragon Bone Thunder Domain", but he still wanted to come and have a try. In addition to confirming the way of swordsmanship, the more important reason was that he hoped to borrow the blood of the candle dragon.  Come and complete the transformation and sublimation of the Dragon-Slaying Sword!  The strange light in Lu Xueqi's eyes suddenly disappeared, as if some pressure on her shoulders was suddenly relieved, and even her expression softened.  Although she didn't understand what the "Sixty-nine Heavenly Tribulations" meant, she didn't ask any more questions. She stared at the bloody dragon-slaying with a hint of fear: "Brother Xuan, you just have to be aware of it. This sword is extremely vicious and evil, and it kills with cold and solemn force.  You'd better use it sparingly, lest it affect your Taoist mind and lead to unnecessary killings." Long Xuan nodded slightly, but he smiled bitterly in his heart: If it is said that it is cruel, Dragon Slayer is still one level behind his heart sword.  Thinking that the sword embryo of his heart sword was originally constructed from the strange evils of heaven and earth, he also carved the formation diagram of the "Eight Evil Thunder Gang Formation" on it, attracting the power of four kinds of evil evils to enter the sword. It can be said to be the best in the world.  The fierce sword, once it reaches its ninth turn, will be as powerful as the Qingyun Sect's most precious treasure, the "Xianxian Sword"!  It¡¯s just that these things involve the secret of his cross-border reincarnation, but they are not enough for outsiders!  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ The light morning mist was floating in the woods, and the crystal dewdrops trembled gently in the breeze, slowly shaking off and seeping into the desolate and flat soil. "Dang!" I don't know where it came from.  The sound of bells and drums, melodious and empty, echoes in the sky, as if the eternal years have stopped here, quiet and condensed, as if there are many heroic fighting souls buried here!  A white-haired old man holding a scepter and wearing a strange sacrificial robe walked quietly in the woods. Occasionally he met some young men and women practicing martial arts in the forest. They would salute with both hands and greet the old man respectfully.  Known as the "big patriarch"!  The old man smiled and returned greetings to them one by one. Without stopping, he continued walking forward, passing through the narrow forest path, and came to a solemn and magnificent palace!  This palace is entirely made of Tiangong jade, crystal clear, ethereal, majestic and magnificent.  In front of the palace, eighty-one huge sapphire stone pillars rise into the sky, like a divine sword that turns the sky upside down.  In the open space in front of the main hall stands an extremely broad altar, with decorations made of the bones and teeth of countless beasts hanging from the lower part. Countless desolate bloody lines extend on the altar, drawing mysterious symbols.  You can see traces of being tempered by time in every corner of the text and totems, and they are endlessly chilling, as if there is some evil thing roaring in the sky!  The old man's face gradually became solemn, he straightened his clothes, stood silently, bowed respectfully to the altar three times, took a deep breath, then turned around again and walked towards the main entrance of the hall.  The wide Yinfeng stone steps appeared at his feet. Beside the door of the hall, a fox-eared girl in purple was dozing off. Suddenly she heard Shen Ning's footsteps and couldn't help but be surprised!  Although the Hall of Heroes has stood in the Shennong Temple of the Holy City for millions of years and has been in constant use, except for the annual festivals held by the six divine tribes every year, it is usually extremely deserted and few people come!  The old man stood and stared out into the deep darkness of Valhalla.The light smoke drifted out, and he smiled kindly at the girl, and said quietly: "Shan Tong, is that old guy from Master Zuo still in there?" The girl was startled, and finally came to her senses, her delicate little face flushed.  , hesitantly said: "Reporting to the patriarch, Grandpa Zuo is currently worshiping the ancestors of the six clans in the ancestral hall!" She opened her mouth, but did not say anything. She hesitated, but it seemed that she was relying on  Added a bit of cuteness!  The old man has been in charge of the six tribes of the gods for more than a thousand years. He has so much experience. He can see through Zhishantong's thoughts with just one glance. He shook his head carelessly and said with a smile: "Okay, little girl, I won't tell Master Zuo about the old ghost."  , Just don¡¯t doze off while on duty next time!¡± After that, without further words, he walked up the stone steps and walked towards the Hall of Valor!  "Thank you, patriarch, Shantong knows you were wrong!" Zhi Shantong stuck out his tongue, smiled and said happily.  The old man shook his head. As the footsteps slowly rose and fell, the expression on his face seemed to slowly change, becoming solemn and solemn. He took a deep breath, like a pilgrim worshiping the god he believed in, and gently pushed away  The wooden door of the ancestral hall was ajar!  "ZiGaZiGa!" The desolate old wooden doors spread out to both sides, like mountains and seas, like candlelight overgrown with thorns, reflecting the deeper darkness, engulfing his withered figure. The ancestral hall was very quiet, with only the flickering incense candles.  The sandalwood smoke ignites in the air, like the mysterious eyes of the departed souls, resurrected by the faith and will of the worshipers, and quietly staring at the world!  The old man continued to walk forward, and the stumbling footsteps broke the silence here. The heroic fighting spirits that had conquered the heavens and the world for the six tribes of gods for thousands of years turned into pieces of vicissitudes of majestic holy monuments, as majestic as mountains.  The momentum was like an ancient blue dragon roaring proudly for nine days, and the pressure from the soul directly acted on the old man's heart.  This ancestral hall is quite large, but there is a lingering inexplicable coldness lingering around it, like a ghost wandering in the underworld, which makes people feel chilly.  A desolate and hunched figure sat silently among the candlelight, facing the tablets in front of him, as if he was meditating, but also seemed to be silent!  "Shuo Zhigui, this year is not the Saint Clan's annual festival. Why are you coming to the Heroes' Shrine?" The old man sitting cross-legged, Master Zuo, slowly raised his head, one black eye and one white eye looked at Shuo Zhigui who stepped in, slowly  Standing up slowly, his withered body faintly exuded a mysterious force that stopped time and imprisoned space, galloping through the fourth dimension of the sky!  "Long time no see, Master Zuo, you seem a bit older!" Shuo Zhigui smiled. Master Zuo did not regard him as the patriarch of the divine clan, nor did he show off his majesty as a patriarch in front of Master Zuo.  The two figures, standing and sitting together, are like old friends reunited after a long separation, discussing the exciting years when they once made the world proud!  "Really?" In the flickering candlelight, Master Zuo's face could not be seen clearly, and only deep wrinkles could be vaguely seen: "The bloodline of Emperor Chen has declined to this extent. I cannot escape the blame for his death. He is also older and has some problems."  What's so surprising?" Following Master Zuo's words, two haloes of cold light suddenly rose beside him, and the sound of invisible dragon roars turned into strange ripples, passing through the entire hall.  The sandalwood candle suddenly lit up.  "If you are here just to talk nonsense to me, then go out. I have no intention of coming out to help you clean up the mess!" After an unknown amount of time, Master Zuo's strange eyes slowly closed, and his fierce and powerful aura instantly subsided.  He sighed slightly, with an indescribable weariness of vicissitudes of life, and said calmly: "The divine descendant Chen Emperor has long existed in name only. In the future, major events in the clan will be decided by you and the other elders of the five clans. There is no need to come to inform me!" He  Standing up slowly, most of his face was hidden in the darkness. He walked with heavy and staggering steps to the coffin. He took out a brand new sandalwood candle from the incense table, and two dim yellow lines of heat rose from his fingertips.  Flame, ignite it and replace another candle next to you that is about to burn out!  Shuo Zhigui shook his head slightly, and the expression on his face became more and more complicated. There was grief and anger, guilt, and pain. He seemed to have an unusual tolerance for this old man who seemed to be dying and wasted and old at the temple, without any tolerance.  shelf!  He sighed softly, walked forward, and slowly came behind Master Zuo. He suddenly said: "I just want to inform you of some news this time." He paused, and suddenly there was a hint of something in his voice.  With emotion, he said: "A few days ago, Young Master used Chenhuang's secret method to block a ray of information, broke through the boundary, and passed it into the Founding Dragon Palace!" "What did you say?" Master Zuo's expression suddenly became fierce, and a wave of  Looking at the world, the majestic momentum that swept everything suddenly rose into the sky. The old face looked directly at Shuo Zhigui, his eyes blazing like bright demonic fire: "Young Master, Young Master, he is really alive!" "  "Hey!" A soft sound came from his hand. It was the sandalwood candle that had been replaced. It was instantly crushed and deformed by the huge force. The hot candle oil fell on his skinny arm and gradually solidified, but he  As if unknown, just staring at Shuo??gui.  Shuo Zhigui nodded slightly and said solemnly: "Yes, this matter has been confirmed. Back then, the great lord led the tribes of the six tribes to conquer the Shura world. Although he was ambushed from all sides and suffered heavy losses, he still used the secret method of time and space to send the young lord away.  Go out and cast it on the land of China. After practicing for hundreds of years, the young master has enough magic power to send messages across the world! " "Very good, very good, hahahaha! Lord, please don't kill me, Emperor Chen!"  The teacher's face seemed to be glowing with glory again, and the pain and sorrow in his expression was gone, replaced by a surge of pride. There was no trace of the desolate and rickety appearance before. He laughed loudly: "I will go to China now to protect the young master.  "Come back!" Shuo Zhigui's expression changed, he grabbed Master Zuo's clothes and said in a deep voice: "Don't be impulsive, don't ruin Young Master's important matter, he is planning a big plan now, if you can  If successful, our Holy City of God will be completely liberated and returned to China! Just listen to me" The two old men looked at each other, found two futons not far apart and sat down, and began to discuss quietly!
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