Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 529 The Holy Demon Talisman, the Scarlet Firmament Sword!

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"Heavenly Demon Reincarnation Art"!

Many Yuanshen figures are swaying in their hearts. Even if they have never experienced such years, they seem to be able to smell the bloody storms of those years just from the records of the many secret manuscripts of their respective sects or families.

It was a group of people who were infested by demons.

There was a dead silence under the gilded platform.

Whether it is inside or outside the temple, many masters of primordial spirits have become silent, and the sky is about to change.

The legend of the inner guard has always been widely circulated in the court, even in the Jianghu martial arts, it is occasionally heard that an inner guard who spoke today would probably only become an unsolved case, but with the addition of the former Qiqinggu What the deacon said, as long as one more master of spiritual martial arts in the royal family is found, it will probably be confirmed.

Whether it is true or false is already evident.

The only thing that many officials above the third rank can't figure out is that this holy family, the lord of the Qiankun arsenal, is so solemn, why he still chooses such a path, is it really worth it?

Ling Tong laughed again, but this time, his laughter was not only cold, but also filled with endless self-mockery.

He ignored Su Qinian, but looked at the gilded platform, at the bright yellow dragon chair that had always been high above him in his eyes, and at the dragon chair, the one sitting on it seemed to be forever. figure.

"Everyone in the world says that the most ruthless emperor's family is true."

Ling Tong stared at Emperor Han, with nostalgia in his eyes, but it was quickly shattered, and said: "Since you have already suspected me, why did you give me the Qiankun Arsenal."

The faces of many important ministers are not very good-looking. This Marquis Ling's speech has undoubtedly made a conclusion, but even if the master of the Qiankun arsenal colludes with the devil, he has been lurking by his side for decades like this inner guard Ji Feng , being regarded as a confidant, whoever it is, I am afraid that it is difficult to calm down at this moment.

As strong as all the important ministers, they are all top souls, and they feel a little cold at the moment.

"Your Majesty gave you a chance."

The master Ku Jifeng opened his mouth, shook his head and said, "Two years ago, I told Lord Hou that night that the Holy One intends to destroy many inheritances of magic in the arsenal, but unfortunately only after one night..."

He hesitated to speak, but at this moment everyone understood that it was referring to the case of the arsenal theft. A top figure in the magic way sneaked into the arsenal and stole three top martial arts of the magic way, and among the three top martial arts of the magic way, two of them were Inheritance belongs to the Valley of Seven Emotions.

Ling Tong sneered, he looked up at the gilded high platform, and said, "Ling Tong has nothing to say, but today Ling wants to leave, who can stop him!"

"presumptuous!"

On the gilded high platform, in the inner room, the chief steward scolded coldly.

boom!

Immediately, the chief executive made a move.

This is an old man with white hair like snow. He has followed Emperor Han for hundreds of years. People of the same generation as the Son of Heaven were already among the top primordial spirits a hundred years ago, but now a hundred years have passed, and no one has seen him make a move.

It's hard to imagine what kind of palm it is, as if it wants to cover the sky and the sun, it's more towering than a mountain, covering Lingtong.

An unimaginable palm feeling, as if standing on the sky, under the sun, a sunny atmosphere permeated the entire world of the Forbidden City.

"The Realm of Pure Sun!"

"Extreme master!"

No matter inside or outside the temple, most of the masters of Yuanshen are shocked. There are too few masters of Yuanshen Chunyang in this world, and most of them are hidden from the world. Including one demon master of the Demonic Dao, the royal family and the ten township masters, there are no more than twelve destiny masters, how many of them have passed on, and the one who really abandons the inheritance and walks out of his own way is probably only the current emperor of heaven.

Therefore, under the Destiny, there are often fewer top figures with pure yang and no dirt than the Destiny, but each of them has infinite possibilities. If it can go further, it will be another martial arts myth.

Under the gilded platform, Ling Tong's expression remained unchanged. He turned his palm, and a purple talisman appeared in his palm. This talisman could be half the size of a palm, and as soon as it appeared, it exuded a majestic aura.

It's hard to imagine what kind of aura this is. The higher the level of cultivation, the more swaying the heart will be, as if it has been aroused by the darkest thoughts in the depths of the heart.

Demon Dao Talisman!

In an instant, someone from the primordial spirit recognized that it was an artifact of the magic way, which could be regarded as a kind of primordial artifact, refined by masters of the magic way, and at this time, the master of the arsenal of the universe was so confident that he was not at ease in the world of the Forbidden City. Fear, so most likely this talisman has a great background.

"break!"

Hearing Ling Tong's loud shout, a streak of purple light rushed out from the talisman, like a knife or a sword, splitting the void in an instant, splitting the big hand covering the sky in two.

puff!

There was blood spattering, and on the gilded high platform, the chief executive groaned, then staggered back a few steps, his eyes showing an unprecedented seriousness.

The talisman of the magic way is definitely not refined by ordinary people, even the top figures of the way of magic can't do it, it is from the hands of the real master of the way of magic.

what!

The minds and spirits of the primordial spirits in the four directions trembled, such as Sangong, Zhenyao Wang and other strong people also showed signs of shaking. The aura of the magic way talisman is so strong that it is no longer the primordial spirit, or even the realm of pure yang, in the dark , it seems to be able to see an ancient starry sky, which belongs to the sky of the devil, the devil star hangs high, and the devil energy is like the sea, which is eternal.

groan!

Suddenly, there was a sword cry, and he became the only one in this Forbidden City world in an instant.

It's hard to describe what kind of sword it was, and the face of Leng Ao, the one-yuan sword king from Shushan, also showed a look of horror.

A red gold long sword, the sword is like a red dragon, with a piece of red gold dragon scales, and a four-foot-nine-inch long blade spits out from the dragon's mouth, as if it can penetrate the sky and penetrate the universe.

Scarlet Firmament Sword!

That is the emperor of the contemporary Han Dynasty, and he has drawn his sword.

Compared with the sword fairy Mochizuki he saw in the dark years, Su Qinian saw impurity in this sword, but it contained many incomprehensible Taos. Although it was not pure, the majesty of this sword, But Su Qinian only saw it in his life.

This sword seemed to follow the veins of heaven and earth, and run through the trajectory of luck, without piercing the void, and even the air was never pierced, just like this volleyed towards the purple talisman in Ling Tong's hand.

From this sword, Su Qinian felt aloofness, nobility, and even a trace of loneliness that surprised him.

It's hard to imagine that there would be such a kind of sword intent that entrusted many emotions. Su Qinian seemed to have comprehended something, but he couldn't say it, and it was difficult to use it for himself.

"Holy Demon! Holy Demon!"

Ling Tong chanted, the purple talisman in his hand completely burst out with dazzling light, vaguely, one could see an illusory world turning, and a figure emerged from it, as if an ancient demon god had descended into the world, aiming at the approaching Chixiao sword , threw a punch.

At the same time, a blazing magic light exploded, and even the King of Humans couldn't make a move in time, drowning Su Qinian under the gilded platform.

clang!

The fist and the sword tip collided, and the entire world of the Forbidden City faintly trembled. In the dark, one could see an illusory and transparent long river appearing above the sky, flowing slowly, without knowing the beginning or direction.

Time and space!

This is a confrontation at the level of Destiny, and the talisman in Ling Tong's hand came from the hands of the Demon Dao's Destiny.

On the gilded high platform, Emperor Han slowly got up, and this time he got up, it was like a real dragon revived, and the sound of dragon chant resounded in the sky, and the Chixiao Sword suddenly burst out with blazing sword light. The shadow of the demon god penetrated and dissipated invisible.

"Little fairy!"

"Master Su!"

At this time, someone whispered, under the gilded platform, where is the shadow of that little fairy, and that Ling Tong is gone.

"not good!"

Zu Qianshang let out a deep sigh, and his face became extremely ugly. Obviously, at the moment when Ling Tong escaped with the help of the power of the magic talisman, he took Su Qinian away with him. It is conceivable what will happen next what.

Thousands of miles away.

With a flash of magic light, two figures emerged, standing in a boundless desert.

In the boundless desert, the blazing sun scorched the earth like an oven. With a thought, Su Qinian realized that this place was no longer the capital city of Chang'an, but the western sea frontier in the far west. Dayuan included the Great Sand Sea on the west coast of the territory.

Here the sand gathers to form a sea, and it is rumored that it is a top soul figure. If you fall into the depths of this sand sea, it will be difficult to find your way back.

As for the West Sea frontier, this boundless sand sea is at least thousands of miles away from the capital city of Chang'an.

"Su Qi Nian."

Tens of feet away, Ling Tong spoke. Standing under the bright sun, the former master of the arsenal of heaven and earth was surprisingly calm, and said, "I never thought that this Marquis would end up falling on such a once-insignificant person like you."

He showed a bit of a sigh, and said: "The years are gone, and the most difficult thing to go back is time. Now, I will give you the only chance."

"Surrender to me! Submit to the Demon Sect! You should understand the gap between you and me, you will have no chance of winning."

Ling Tong stood with his hands behind his back, even though he was far away thousands of miles away, he was still the seventh highest existence on the list of primordial spirits. He claimed to have broken all laws, pointed at the universe, and had few rivals in the world of primordial spirits.

Su Qinian's face didn't change, but he turned his hand backwards and landed on the black as ink handle.

Everything has to come to an end.

Even though this scene was unexpected by Su Qinian, sometimes the fate is so unpredictable, if the fate can be predicted in advance, then it is not a human being, but a first-class god.

"Stubborn."

Ling Tong's gaze turned cold, and murderous intent began to appear in his eyes.

hum!

There was the sound of a knife, it was the trembling sound of the Xiuming knife, Su Qinian held the knife, not afraid, but felt a little inexplicable restlessness, it was the fighting spirit surging. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, starting point genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu! The next two chapters will be very exciting.)

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