I'm a demon cultivator

Chapter 85: Justice is only late, not absent (fourth update)
Time passed, and in the sword tower, anyone who was still comprehending it or using the sword energy of the enemy were those who had gained something.

Among these people, there is naturally Long Zhangyuan, the son of destiny designated by the founder of Tujian Mountain.

He was like an ascetic monk, starting from the first level and moving up level by level, instead of choosing the level that suits him best like other monks.

However, his efforts were not wasted.

Because by the time Long Zhangyuan arrived at the thirteenth floor of the sword tower, he had accumulated twelve unique sword energies.

As these twelve unique sword energies flew out, the thirteen layers of sword energy in the sky suddenly stopped.

It was as if they just managed to restrain each other.

Then, Long Zhangyuan pulled out the broken immortal sword with incredible ease.

However, it was not difficult to pull out the magic sword, but as he got the broken magic sword in his hand, Long Zhangyuan fell directly to the ground and howled in pain.

And the life-saving treasures on his body were shattered one after another!
There are puppets that look like puppets, fake bodies that look like scarecrows, and talismans that look like calamity talismans that can turn disasters into disasters...

It can be seen that Tu Jianshan really attaches great importance to this son of destiny.

Before this, when Tan Shuchang's nine Jian'e sword qi killed Qian Zhenzi on the spot, he only destroyed three of his life-saving treasures. But Long Zhangyuan shattered seven or eight of his life-saving treasures in just a short while.

This is a life-saving treasure, not some common thing!

However, after losing so many life-saving treasures, Long Zhangyuan finally stopped howling in pain. He crawled up from the ground with a grim face, and then looked at the broken immortal sword in his hand, fear in his eyes.

But soon, Long Zhangyuan's eyes turned into ecstasy again.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

In such great joy, Long Zhangyuan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Immortal sword!

He actually subdued this magical sword!
Although the immortal sword had been broken long ago, it can still be called an immortal sword instead of a spiritual treasure. One can imagine the extraordinary nature of this broken immortal sword.

"Tan Shuchang, you looked down on me today, but now I have the magic sword in my hand. One day I will make you regret your arrogance today!"

With a sword in hand, Long Zhangyuan had the confidence to kill Tan Shuchang.

At this moment, as the magic sword was taken away, the sword tower began to shake slightly.

Seeing this, Long Zhangyuan hurriedly put away the magic sword, then raised his hand to capture a ray of light, which turned into a rainbow of light under his feet, carrying him out, because the sword tower was about to be closed.

If you walk too slowly, you will be locked in the sword tower.

In the past, this would not be a problem. At most, they would call the Jian Jian Dao General to let him consume his blood and energy, and then open the Sword Tower again. But now, Long Zhangyuan felt that Tan Shuchang would take this opportunity to refine the magic weapon.

As soon as Long Zhangyuan got outside, he found that three of his uncles were already waiting for him.

So he hurriedly stepped forward to apologize: "It is my fault for making the uncles wait for me."

"It's okay, it's okay, how is it, did you gain anything?"

"Fortunately, I have accomplished my mission!" Long Zhangyuan said excitedly.

"Okay, that's good! Let's go. Although the matter of Caiyun Valley has not been resolved this time when we go down the mountain, you are lucky enough to give an explanation to your master." The three old monks of Tujian Mountain performed perfectly.

However, when Long Zhangyuan heard this, he was stunned.

Because his two uncles are not here.

Besides, Junior Sister Qingqing is not here either.

Seeing Long Zhangyuan's expression change, the three old monks of Tujian Mountain knew what the young man was thinking, so they explained, "Junior Sister Nangong happened to pass by and took Junior Nephew Yi Qingqing away. As for your Uncle Zhen Lingzi and Uncle Kan Xuzi, they both have something else to do."

The first half of these words were said with a smile, but the tone of the second half became a little gloomy.

Therefore, when Long Zhangyuan heard this, he could not help guessing that the two uncles were going to avenge the deceased uncle Qian Zhenzi! This made him feel a little regretful, because if this happened, he would not be able to kill Tan Shuchang himself.

After all, in Long Zhangyuan's opinion, if two sword-training uncles who have been practicing for nearly a hundred years attack together, the man surnamed Tan will definitely die!

So, a group of four people rode their flying swords and flew towards Tujian Mountain.

The speed of the flying sword was extremely fast, and only a few cloud-riding methods could match the speed of the flying sword. However, because Long Zhangyuan's cultivation was the lowest, and he had only been practicing for a short time, the flying speed of the four people at this time was only an ordinary speed.

Just like that, after flying for dozens of miles, suddenly, a lotus flower bloomed in the sky.

Then a light-like hand stretched out from the lotus.

boom!
This is the photo taken by the light-like hand.

"How dare you, little thief!" An old monk from Tujian Mountain frowned slightly, and with his cold snort, the sound of wind in the sky suddenly became still, and then an invisible shattering force burst out, directly shattering the palm.

However, the palm was broken, and a large formation had been formed around them at some point, and blood was seen flowing out from the void.

As the blood flowed, they clearly felt the stagnation of their own Qi and the blood in their bodies stirring.

It was as if their blood had come to life and wanted to escape from it.

"It's the Blood Refining Formation!"

These old monks from Tujian Mountain were naturally well-informed, so they recognized what kind of magic formation it was at the first sight.

However, although they were trapped in a vicious formation, these old monks from Tujian Mountain all seemed very calm and some even had the mind to chat.

"Hasn't there been no outstanding practitioners of the Blood Lotus Technique in recent years? And the older generation who practiced this technique have all been slaughtered by the black-hearted old man. Where did these successful practitioners come from?"

"Who knows? Maybe that black-hearted guy missed it."

Their tone was casual and their expressions were relaxed. It was obvious that these old monks from Tujian Mountain thought they could break through the blood refining formation with ease.

And this was indeed the case, because they then taught Long Zhangyuan how to break through the blood refining formation.

"This blood refining formation is extremely vicious and can be ranked in the top ten of the magic formations. Any living being that falls into the blood refining formation will have its blood and essence refined and become a dried corpse. However, in front of me, Tu Jianshan, this blood refining formation is nothing more than a low-level trick of a chicken or a dog."

"Zhang Yuan, you can use the sword control formula and the Qi sword method to cut the thirty-six Tiangang positions, and then force out the center of this formation! As for what to do next, I think you know what to do without me saying more."

"Yes!"

Long Zhangyuan agreed immediately, and as he acted as he was told, a whirlpool soon appeared in the blood.

He immediately slashed with his sword.

boom!
In just a moment, the blood disappeared without a trace.

It was obvious that the blood refining formation had been broken.

Long Zhangyuan showed a look of joy, but before he could show his smile, he heard the exclamations of his three uncles. The next second, his eyes went dark, and he was slapped down by a huge black handprint.

Fortunately, the top-grade flying sword, which was a spiritual weapon, had its own spirituality, so when Long Zhangyuan fell, it flew out on its own and rescued him.

"Tan Shuchang!" The three old monks of Tujian Mountain were extremely angry. However, Tan Shuchang had deceived these three the first time he attacked, but the second time he attacked forcefully, these three sensed his aura, so he was recognized at once.

When Tan Shuchang heard the voice, he no longer hid. He stepped into the sky, appeared in the clouds, his body was intertwined with rosy light, and it seemed as if he was stepping on a dragon transformed from golden light.

"Seniors, how are you?" Tan Shuchang greeted them with a smile, as if he was greeting an acquaintance rather than a life-and-death battle.

"How dare you ambush us? You are so bold!" The three old monks from Tujian Mountain were shocked and angry.

"It's just a simple ambush that's nothing to worry about. There's no need to be brave. You three old seniors are joking." Tan Shuchang said with a smile, and nine blood-colored sword auras appeared behind him.

As soon as the evil sword energy appeared, the two atmospheres of weirdness and murderousness overlapped instantly.

At the same time, these nine blood-colored sword auras suddenly appeared in front of one of the old ancestor monks.

This old monk from Tujian Mountain knew the power of this sword energy. After all, one of his fellow apprentices had died from these nine blood-colored sword energies.

Immediately, this old monk tried his best to attack.

I don't ask for any achievement, but I just want to be able to block this attack.

This can also help share the pressure for his two fellow disciples.

The next second, the old monk from Tujian Mountain couldn't help but relax his originally stiff expression, and showed a little joy on his face, because he successfully blocked the nine blood-colored sword auras.

So he immediately and happily invited his two fellow disciples to go up side by side.

However, at this moment, a sudden burst of palpitations and pain throughout the body made this old cultivator from Tujian Mountain speechless. At the same time, he understood why his fellow apprentice Qian Zhenzi was cut into several pieces.

It turns out that there are not nine but ten blood-colored sword auras!

However, this tenth blood-colored sword energy is different from the other nine blood-colored sword auras. This tenth blood-colored sword energy is extremely good at concealing.

It was not until the moment the sword energy pierced his body that he noticed the existence of the tenth blood-colored sword energy.

At this point, another ancestor monk of Tujian Mountain has died!
"Junior brother!"

"Junior Brother Dui Liangzi!"

The other two ancestral monks of Tujian Mountain screamed in horror. This was an ancestral monk who only let the world know his name until his death.

"Don't worry, you two will see each other soon anyway."

As Tan Shuchang spoke, he saw a flash of blood rising into the sky, and then a tall, blood-red human figure that seemed to reach the sky and the earth appeared in front of the two old monks.

As soon as the bloody human figure appeared, the power of demons also descended. The surging power actually ignited balls of bloody flames around the two people.

This is a demonic fire ignited by the opponent's blood.

The black shadow cultivated in the "Black Shadow Immortal Secret Book" was originally accompanied by black fire. When it came to Tan Shuchang, although there was only one blood shadow left, and it was transformed by himself, the magic fire that was accompanied was extremely powerful.

Especially with the power of seventy-five years of practice, in just a moment, the two old monks of Tujian Mountain turned into two mummies.

However, these two people never left a name until their death.

"Brother!"

At this moment, two flying sword lights broke through the air. They were Zhen Lingzi and Kan Xuzi who had gone to seek revenge on Tan Shuchang.

When the two men saw the body parts and mummies on the ground, they were extremely shocked and angry.

"Devil, you deserve to die!"

"Hahaha, the two old seniors are really like justice. Although they are late, they are not absent after all!" The gentle chuckle of Tan Shuchang came from the bloody human figure.

He was indeed very happy.

After all, if these two didn't come, he would be troubled.

So, at the moment when Tan Shuchang finished speaking, the devil power and devil fire descended upon the two people. In just a moment, Zhen Lingzi and Kan Xuzi, who were originally filled with grief and anger, were left with only fear.

Seeing that they were about to be killed by the devil's fire, the two old monks from Tujian Mountain gritted their teeth and put their last bit of strength into Long Zhangyuan's flying sword.

The flying sword let out a long cry, then flew away into the air.

But without the support of their practice, the two old monks from Tujian Mountain could not even utter a scream and turned directly into mummies.

A blood-red light flashed, and Tan Shuchang's figure reappeared. He looked into the distance in the direction where Long Zhangyuan had left, but his expression was somewhat subtle.

Because this guy pulled out the broken immortal sword, Tan Shuchang really had no intention of taking the life of this son of destiny.

Otherwise, if the Child of Destiny and the Immortal Sword disappeared at the same time, Nan Jian on Tujian Mountain would probably have to go down the mountain overnight.

Then, Tan Shuchang took a look at the corpse on the ground and prepared to go down and touch it.

After all, it is not difficult to see from the hidden things on Zhao Huaiji's body that these old monks of Tujian Mountain must have a lot of good things on them.

But at this time, an accident happened.

Because a stream of negative energy suddenly surged from two of the mummies, and then the two mummies regained their ability to move.

"evil Dead?"

Tan Shuchang was a little surprised.

Although there is a dark place in this world and ghosts will appear after people die, but in many cases, the ghosts are blown to the dark place by the wind as soon as they leave the body.

If a cultivator dies fighting with others, the Qi in his body will be agitated, and even if there is no wind, his own Qi can generate wind.

Therefore, most of the ghosts that wander the world after death were mortals during their lifetime.

Just as Tan Shuchang was surprised, he saw a gust of cold wind blowing, and two dim figures instantly appeared in his field of vision.

The two dark figures first raised their hands to control the two mummies, and then clasped their fists towards Tan Shuchang.

"Can you do good deeds in secret?" A vague and stiff voice sounded.

Tan Shuchang thought about it and nodded.

The two dark figures also nodded, and then one of them threw out two bamboo pieces, and then turned into a gloomy wind and disappeared with the two mummies.

Tan Shuchang caught the bamboo strip and looked at it carefully.

I don't know what kind of bamboo these bamboo pieces are made of, but they feel like raw iron and are very heavy. They are only as long as a little finger, but these two bamboo pieces feel like they weigh a hundred pounds.

And in the middle of the bamboo piece, there is a dark red word - "One".

Then, unable to see anything else, Tan Shuchang began to wonder about the basic structure of the underworld, because the two dark figures that were obviously underworld officials were actually just ghosts.

(End of this chapter)