Northern Abyss Immortal Clan

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As he continued to deepen, Wang Daoyuan became more and more sensitive to the things that resonated with sword intent.

Soon, a figure appeared in front of him again.

Wang Daoyuan felt hairy in his heart, these puppets were more difficult to deal with than the other, and the third one might be making a moth.

He was about to make a detour when the puppet moved.

It is holding a long sword without any spiritual power fluctuations, and the long sword is covered with a layer of dust.

As soon as the puppet moved, the dust fell, and cold light shone on the sword.

Just as Wang Daoyuan was about to escape, the puppet rushed over with his sword.

This guy's speed is still extremely fast, Wang Daoyuan used Yunyan Escape, temporarily pulling away.

After that, a Tier 5 long sword was sacrificed, and the sword intent broke out and ran into the puppet head-on.

There is clearly no spiritual power on this puppet's long sword, but there is a sword intent, and it is still Guiyuan sword intent.

With this sword cut down, Wang Daoyuan was cut and flew out by the huge power of the puppet.

Under this blow, Wang Daoyuan felt that his internal organs were aching, and his strength could definitely reach the level of Yuan Ying's later stage.

Fortunately, the material of the long sword in his hand was relatively hard, which barely blocked it.

It's just that a half-inch-deep gap has been cut out of the sword, and there is no repair value anymore.

He immediately sacrificed the white tiger blade and continued to deal with it.

Unexpectedly, the corpse refining walked back to the original place and stopped attacking.

Wang Daoyuan was a little confused, could it be that he recognized the sword intent of Guiyuan and regarded himself as his own family?

Since the puppet doesn't attack, he won't squeeze to death.

Bypass this puppet and continue to walk towards the target.

Soon, he came to a side wall.

There was nothing on the wall, but Wang Daoyuan clearly felt that there was something behind the wall that he wanted but feared.

Sacrifice the white tiger blade, cast the devil sword, and cut it towards the wall.

Before the sword fell, the wall trembled.

A stone door opened automatically, and inside was a small stone chamber, only three feet wide.

As soon as the stone gate opened, a strong killing and cutting aura gushed out, and a very weak sword aura came out.

Wang Daoyuan's Demon Slashing Sword smashed directly into pieces when it hit the sword qi.

Dispelling the Devil Sword, the sword energy is still very strong, but instead of attacking him, he entered the stone chamber.

This sword qi had no intention of hurting people, so he let go of his heart, and his divine sense went into the stone room.

There is only a three-foot-square stone table in the stone room, and a metal book is placed on the table.

A blank picture scroll hung on the back wall. Sword energy and sword intent were all transmitted from this scroll.

It is this blank scroll that has always attracted myself.

Before helping himself break through the formation, the sword repair puppet let him go again, and the sword aura didn't hurt him.

Moreover, this picture scroll feels a bit like the Excalibur Picture of Taiyi Sword Sect.

His spiritual sense penetrated into the picture scroll, and a strong suction came.

The monk Wang Daoyuan was unable to resist, and was directly drawn into the stone chamber by this suction.

The body stopped at a distance of one foot in front of the scroll.

At this time, an image appeared on the scroll, a long sword without any ornamentation.

Afterwards, Long Sword displayed the Demon Slayer Sword and slashed at him.

Wang Daoyuan wanted to resist, but found that his body could not move.

Just as he was about to use the Spirit Orb, his vision changed drastically, and he appeared in a valley.

This valley was unremarkable, without spiritual veins, and the mountains on both sides were very narrow, and there were faint sounds of fighting and crying of children in front.

As soon as he was about to go over and take a look, there were a few women who had practiced Qi and Cultivation held their children and ran towards him, followed by a few monks covered in blood.

These women and monks saw him as if they had seen a straw.

Several women showed gratitude in their eyes, and then quickly fled in the direction behind him.

A monk with white temples handed over to him and said, "Senior, there are demons who wantonly slaughter the human race. Please ask Senior for help."

Before the words fell, there was a **** light flying over from the front.

With a flash of blood, the cultivators who ran behind died instantly, and all the blood in their bodies was drained.

Wang Daoyuan couldn't be more familiar with the breath in the blood light, it was the breath of the blood demon.

The spiritual power fluctuations in this blood light have reached the late Yuan Ying stage, which is equivalent to the Wusheng Zhenjun.

With Wang Daoyuan's strength, he was not an opponent at all.

After the bloodbath killed the cultivator, he chased the woman who thanked him for taking the child again, and he did not pay attention to Wang Daoyuan at all.

A choice was placed before Wang Daoyuan, to take the risk to block the blood and save those people; or to leave the place by pretending not to see it.

At this time, there were panic crying and crying for help from women and children behind him.

As a family monk, protecting the weak and small in the family is a matter of course.

Although these women and children are not members of the family, they are all humans.

Watching them die, Wang Dao is far from his heart.

When the blood light was about to pounce on a child, Wang Daoyuan waved his hand to cut out a sword energy to block the blood light.

The blood light stopped attacking women and children, turned and killed him.

After making a decision, Wang Daoyuan was also relieved, as if he had let go of some burden.

Sacrifice the white tiger blade, swing the sword to the **** light.

The sword hasn't been cut yet, and the scene in front of him has changed drastically.

The blood light, the valley, women and children all disappeared, and he appeared in a cave.

There was a monk in white with his back facing him.

There is no trace of spiritual power fluctuations in this person, no different from ordinary people.

A resolute voice came: "The scene before is a test for you.

Since you are willing to face the demons whose strength is far surpassing your own for a few women and children with low cultivation bases, it shows that you have the righteousness of the human race in your heart.

Now that he understood the sword intent of Guiyuan, talent was naturally not a problem.

Being able to take risks for the sake of the human race and his character is fair enough, but he is qualified to be the descendant of this seat.

Remember, no matter how high the cultivation base is.

Even ascending to an immortal, it is always a human race.

I didn't create any forces in my life, and only accepted two disciples.

They are also fighting **** battles with the demons, and it is hard to say whether they will survive in the future.

Therefore, I asked the two disciples to leave the inheritance everywhere, and only the younger generation who understood the sword intent of Guiyuan could come here and inherit my inheritance.

You can be regarded as my disciple if you have my inheritance.

Grow up as soon as possible and do your part to resist the demons.

I can’t even remember my name, and the Human Race respectfully calls me Guiyuan Jianxian. "

After speaking, the scene before him disappeared again.

Wang Daoyuan's body returned to the stone room.

The scroll on the back wall is still there, and there is a sword in the painting, exuding endless killing intent.

However, this killing intent was not aimed at him.

Even this sword gave him a touch of intimacy.

Reaching out to take down the scroll, the sword in the painting didn't mean any resistance.

The material of this scroll is not ordinary~www.wuxiahere.com~ The grade is higher than the Yaoyang gold in his hand, at least it is also a grade 7 material.

It is not out of danger now, nor is it time to study this thing.

Putting the scroll and the golden book on the stone table into the Lingzhu space, the killing intent around it disappeared.

Outside the entrance of the main hall, the monks who did not dare to enter rashly also felt the killing intent disappear, and their expressions changed a little.

Especially Wusheng Zhenjun, things related to sword repair, he naturally valued the most.

Now that the things are gone, he is extremely anxious: "Dear fellow Taoists, beg for wealth and wealth.

Want to be good, but don't want to take a little risk, there is no such good thing in the world.

If the delay continues, all the benefits will fall into the hands of that kid. "

Zhenjun Henghai's three-eyed golden monkey clone was beaten up and screamed by the puppet, and he was also anxious.

However, relying on his own strength, he was not sure to beat the puppet, so he didn't rush in.

Now True Monarch Wusheng speaks, and he echoes: "True Monarch Wusheng makes sense, and time waits for no one.

Although the puppets inside are strong, we have seven late-stage Yuan Ying cultivators, and defeating him is not a problem.

There were only ten hours left before the secret realm was closed.

Everyone just watched the kid play with us and leave with the treasures in the temple? "

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