After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Ferocious spiritual power rushed towards Yan Chang'an.

Birds and beasts ran away, fallen leaves flew, Yan Chang'an turned around and drew his sword, the blue light collided with the long sword piercing his heart, drawing dazzling sparks.

Yan Changan's face remained unchanged, and with a twist of his wrist, the opponent's sword instantly turned into pieces of scrap iron in front of the two of them.

It was a top-quality spirit sword, forged countless times by its master, it was extremely sharp, beyond the reach of human beings, but under the power of the blue light, it couldn't even withstand a single move, and it turned into a pile of broken iron.

Such a frightening power, not only did not arouse the other party's fear, but made the excitement and inevitability in his eyes even greater.

He covered his face with a black scarf, so that no one could see his face clearly, but judging from his cultivation level and voice, he should be a monk who was not young.

The spirit sword that had been forged countless times turned into scrap iron, and the blue light in Yan Changan's hand pointed directly at his throat.

Yan Chang'an, who had never killed a disciple of Xianmen, frowned because of the sudden tyranny in his heart, pursed his lips slightly, still hesitated.

It wasn't until a figure suddenly appeared next to the Qingguang sword, a cold hand held his wrist, and the blue light moved slightly, piercing the opponent's throat, the excitement in that person's eyes gradually faded, turning into fear and fear of being late.

Shu Nong let go in time, warm blood splashed on the back of Yan Chang'an's bruised hand, Qing Guang trembled slightly with excitement, sending a force of strength to Yan Chang'an in a fawning manner.

Yan Chang'an had been tortured by Qingguang's ferocity for a long time, but this power from Qingguang promptly relieved all kinds of absurd and dark thoughts that had arisen in his mind at some point.

Under the influence of the blue light, he desperately wanted to vent, but at the same time he was unwilling to give in. The two-phase torture made him unable to deal ruthlessly, and he grew resentment.

Before he left Cangzhou, wave after wave of people had come to kill him.

No matter what era it is, there will always be some scum in the fairy gate.

For example, the monk at his feet struggling and losing his breath.

Trying to kill and seize the sword in vain, making Qingguang change hands.

Standing beside Yan Changan, Shu Nong kicked the lifeless corpse on the ground, bent down and pulled off the black scarf covering his face, looked at it for a moment, and then said to Yan Changan: "A soft heart is not something you should have. "

Shu Nong also didn't think that Yan Changan, who was selected by Qingguang, would be a soft-hearted person.

But there is always a first time in everything, and his stubbornness is also used in the wrong place.

"It's the first time, if you come back later, you shouldn't let people go back again?" She seemed to know what Yan Changan was thinking, "Qingguang will not control you to produce any murder out of thin air. Meaning, you have to have it yourself, so that it can take the opportunity to amplify."

She clapped her hands lightly, and wiped the finger that was accidentally splashed with a drop or two of blood on Yan Changan's sleeve: "How is it? Did you suddenly find that there is no harm in yielding to it once or twice? With the first Once, it will be much easier next time?"

Yan Changan pursed his lips, glanced at Song Lin and Shu Yue who hadn't come over in the distance, and said in a low voice, "It's trying to control me."

Qingguang was constantly amplifying the thoughts in his heart, trying to make him lose himself, and serve the sword instead.

"So it's a fierce sword." Shu Nong laughed, "The only thing it can gain by controlling you is the blood on the sword today. It drank countless blood 600 years ago, and now you want to suppress its power Ferocity, naturally it can only be a little more fierce than it."

"If you want to suppress its fierceness, you have to see blood. After seeing the blood, it will be satisfied. Didn't it thank you just now?" Shu Nong smiled teasingly, "You have to follow it to suppress it." Killing people sees blood, if you don't follow it and ignore its fierceness, will it let you go?"

Shu Nong pointed to Yan Chang'an's head: "The blue light does not see blood, it has been trying to interfere with you and control you, and you will still be tortured by it to kill people and drink blood."

"Slay those damned people for mutual benefit and win-win, or stick to the rules of your immortal disciples and compete with Qingguang and be tortured by it—" She raised her eyes to look into his eyes, and her voice was inexplicably bewitched, " What's more, draw the sword and become a demon, slaughter the world to feed Qing Guang... How to use this sword is only up to you."

Yan Changan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little.

The blood belonging to the enemy dripped from the tip of the sword, and he realized so clearly for the first time—the best sword in the world was in his hands, and the most powerful force in the world was on him.

Whether it is good or evil, whether it is a fairy or a devil, it is only in his mind.

His breathing quickened a little, his eyes turned to Shu Nong's slightly pale face, and he asked word by word: "With this sword, can the whole world be in my hands?"

Shu Nong nodded, with a wanton smile: "Naturally, with this sword—" She blinked, "It's easy to re-establish the imperial court, or..."

"Integrate the three worlds, and I will serve you as the master." She chuckled, "It's not impossible."

Yan Changan's hand holding the sword tightened slightly.

"...you are drawing big cakes in vain."

he said softly.

Shu Nong shrugged indifferently.

"It's up to you." She didn't care, "It's your own choice anyway."

She kicked the corpse under her feet again: "This person is here for the third time. It is precisely because you don't kill them that they are unscrupulous and come to kill and grab swords again and again without fear."

"I can't take it anyway." Shu Nong frowned, "Next time you release him, I'll let Song Lin and Shu Yue do it."

Anyway, the two of them don't need to compete with Qingguang, I'm afraid they have long since seen this group of people who pounced on them again and again.

Shu Nong turned around, the moonlight skirt fluttered in Yan Changan's eyes like a butterfly, and in the blink of an eye, he left him lightly and ran towards Song Lin and Shu Yue under the trees in the distance.

Yan Chang'an lowered his eyes to wipe the sword, put the blue light into the temporarily forged scabbard, was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes, his eyes were dark, and some deep-seated emotions faintly broke out.

The flying butterfly was chased by him.

Yan Changan took out the map of Kyushu from his storage bag and stretched out his hand: "Where are we going?"

Song Lin and Shu Yue also looked at Shu Nong.

She spent most of her time in the blue light sword these days, and she didn't communicate with them often. She only said something about leaving Cangzhou at the beginning of her descent, and then she didn't give any directions.

Until now, she took the map in Yan Changan's hand, spread it on the ground, and lightly tapped the sword on Yan Changan's waist.

"The savior goes to the turbulent place to settle the injustice, and the world destroyer goes to the peaceful place to make the injustice." She joked casually, "No matter which one, Qingguang will guide you."

It was Shu Nong's first time as a sword spirit, and he didn't know how this guidance would guide him.

She chose a rough and simple way.

The blue light was drawn out by her lightly, staring at the suspicious eyes of several people, holding the long sword horizontally, and suddenly let go, the point pointed by the sword tip——

Shu Nong frowned, bent down to pick up the blue light, casually inserted it into the scabbard at Yan Changan's waist, and pointed at the map excitedly.

"Just go here." She pointed to a point on the map, "Huaizhou, Dusk Cloud City."