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Chapter 219 Chapter 218. The sword is used as a boat to travel in the sea of ​​suffering, and the cause and effect will come unexpectedly (6.5K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
The flying sword forged by the "King of Henchmen's Evil Treasure", "Nine Dragons Locking the Earth Formation", "Yin Yang Mysterious Dragon" and "Formless Ancestor" using the thunder and fire forging method is full of evil. Even though it is coated with a layer of real flying sword metal on the outside, and all the evil is suppressed inside and it looks ordinary, it is ultimately an evil sword that can take away souls.

Song Yan looked at the sword, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Names like "Doomsday" and "Pure Yang" are self-deceiving; "Yin Yang" is a misnomer, because the Yin Yang Black Dragon is nothing but a black and white dragon; as for "Changsheng", after killing Tang Changsheng, they still named the sword after him, which is like killing a person and then continuing to humiliate the corpse. It is unnecessary.
"Let's see what this sword does first."

Song Yan bent his fingers, wielded the sword slightly, and sensed the power within it.

When he realized this, he was immediately a little surprised, and then he felt a little amused.

Because the effect of this sword has changed greatly.

The half of the word "伥" refined at the bottom of the "伥 King's Evil Treasure" and the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon, the Wuxiang Ancestor, are fused together under the effect of the dragon bone, making it extremely powerful.
But this kind of strength only refers to the fusion of the three powers, and the stimulation of the dragon bone, so that this sword becomes a sword of strength, a sword of soul, and a sword of divine thought; it can not only kill people, but also kill souls and thoughts. But fortune and disaster are interdependent, and while becoming stronger, this dragon sword also lost some of its original effects. The characteristics of turning into a dragon, controlling the weather, and being intangible are gone.

Song Yan sensed it carefully again.

He felt that if he allowed the Dragon Sword to hit him once, his body, soul, and mind would all be injured at the same time. If it hit him a few more times, he might be beheaded.

If an ordinary flying sword encounters the Dragon Sword, it will be cut off directly with just the slightest touch, just like a wooden sword meeting an iron hammer.

If he used this sword to visit a sect in the second-level cultivation area, he only needed to stand high above and move his sword with his fingers to easily slaughter the entire sect. Even if a late-stage Divine Infant offered up his innate secret treasure that was close to the embryo level, he could break it with one sword and destroy the soul of that late-stage Divine Infant in the process.

Although he was somewhat reluctant to use the method of "transforming a lackey", Song Yan soon felt relieved after a little thought.

'Never mind, the limit of the King of Demons' Treasure is only half of the word "伥", it takes all the strength to lock the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon;

As for the Wuxiang Ancestor, even if he was turned into a minion, he still had the energy to secretly hide his thoughts. My enemies will surely become stronger and stronger in the future, and this treasure will only become less and less useful to me.'

"If I encounter someone of my level, it will be useless to turn into a lackey; if I encounter a weaker person, I will have other ways to get information."

'Now, this evil treasure of the king can be transformed into a more powerful treasure before it is eliminated. It's not too bad.'

After a brief thought, he said calmly: "Before, it was the King of Hell Furnace and the King of Hell Rosary. Now that it has melted the dragon bones and refined the dragon's thoughts, it should be called the Dragon of Hell Sword.

But without the power of the accomplice, the name of the accomplice dragon is not worthy of the name. So let's call it the Black Dragon Sword."

The Xuanlong Sword turned into silver light, circled in an arc like silver frost in mid-air, and then returned to Song Yan's side, floating quietly.

Song Yan stood with his hands hanging down, gazing at the vast ocean in the distance.

It was dawn, the sea was shining with golden light, revealing an indescribable calmness and coldness.

He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. Having experienced a lot, there was a hint of vicissitudes and hardships in his eyes.

When those people who were full of scheming and talents were reduced to skeletons and died tragically at his feet, he did not feel excited or complacent, but an inexplicable sadness.

"The golden cup smashed the handle of the star bucket, and opened a path to the cloud platform"

"The road ahead is treacherous, how long can we go on this journey?"

"Just drink to your heart's content while you are alive, and don't worry about where you will be buried after you die. Who can guarantee that they will not make mistakes along the way?
If you come to this world to enjoy yourself, you must be ready to die at any time."

An old demon in a black robe, with a face like a young boy, stood by the sea, flicking his sword with his fingers.

The sword rang with clear sound.

The young man smiled and looked back at the journey he had taken. How many causes and effects were created by this sword?

Almost everyone he met since he traveled through time was related to this sword, from Grandma Fox, Guhuangzi, Zhang Han, Master Yingti, the Demon Monk, the Nine-Child Demon Mother, Vilanpo, to the current Ancestor Wuxiang and Yin Yang Xuanlong, almost all of them can find their stories in this sword.

How can this be the sound of a sword?
This is the countless blood and tears of heroes.

Song Yan put away his sword, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "I have expressed my feelings, but I still have to continue on this road."

He squinted at the sea, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes: "Yin Yang Xuanlong mentioned the eldest brother and second sister, which means there are at least two more demon dragons in the bitter sea.

Tang Changsheng said that the inland of this second-level Xuan Xiu land is extremely dangerous now. In addition to the demons, there are also celestial beings descending to the world. "

"Revenge for Yin Yang Xuan Long?

Does the Bitter Sea Dragon have this kind of affection?

The Lord of Heaven and Earth gave me a copy of "The Law of Dragon Burial", which shows that he regards dragons as his greatest enemy. Rather than seeking revenge against me, the dragons should deal with the encirclement and suppression by the Lord of Heaven and Earth.

However, I'd better be cautious. I just killed Yin Yang Dragon. If I rashly enter the Bitter Sea now and get caught by the elder brother or the second sister of the Bitter Sea Dragon Clan, I'll be in trouble."

The young man gathered his robe, sat cross-legged, his black hair loose, facing the sea, with a calm expression, neither hurried nor slow, and said lightly: "Wait for a while, and listen to the wind singing."

Mirage Gorge, the remnants of the ancient Wuxiang tribe
Above the cold pond, the snow-white mirage transforms into the shapes of tens of millions of living creatures. They disperse when touched, and then come together again. It is a mixture of truth and falsehood, like a dream or bubble.

Such a place where mirage monsters gather truly fits the meaning of "formless".

At this time, it has been about ten years since the Wuxiang ancient tribe fled here. The Wuxiang people went from being uncomfortable and desperate at first, to exploring later, and later they discovered a spiritual spring at the bottom of the Mirage Stream.

The mysterious energy here all comes from the spiritual spring, and on the cliff at the bottom of the stream is engraved an ancient method of cultivation. Mortals cannot see the words and can only sense it with spiritual consciousness.

This method is about illusion and how to tame mirage monsters.

This can be considered a blessing in disguise for the Wuxiang people.

They originally had to fight against the mirage monsters all the time, but now they began to tame the mirage monsters and truly turned this secret area into a place where they could attack or defend.

The Wuxiang people have experienced many ups and downs, and now they have regained hope. They have begun to think about exploring outside, but just a few days ago, this hope was completely shattered.

at this time
In front of a cold pond, the goddess in green was kneeling in despair.

Over the years, she really did not lose heart. Even though she fled to the Mirage Gorge like a stray dog, she remained firm in her faith, found another way, and worked hard to lead her people to create a new path.

But now, just when everything was getting better, she could not believe the thoughts in her mind that had completely shattered.

The thoughts that the ancestor left in her mind would only shatter under one situation.

That is death!
The ancestor is dead?

How can it be?

impossible!
These voices kept circling in her mind.

At this moment, a young man's voice suddenly came from behind her. It was Tang Xiaokong.

"Ancestor Ning Xin, what happened?"

"Nothing." Tang Ning, who was always calm, was on the verge of collapse, but she still had to pretend to be calm in front of her tribesmen.

Tang Xiaokong said: "Ancestor, no matter what happens, all of us here are shouldering the responsibility together. We stand with you. So, if you have any difficulties, please tell us."

Tang Ningxin turned her head slightly and saw many people slowly walking out from behind Tang Xiaokong.

Tang Xiongjia, Princess Xi, Tang Yi, Tang Shen, Tang Yanfen, Huo Lanxin and so on and so forth.
One after another figures stood beside Tang Xiaokong and looked at her firmly.

Tang Xiaokong smiled and said, "Grandmaster, we have made all the preparations. I have lived for so many years, even if I have not seen the destruction of an ancient clan, I have heard of it. Didn't you rescue Xi girl from the ruins? Her ancient dragon elephant clan was destroyed long ago."

Princess Xi took a step forward and said with a simple smile: "Grandfather, you have been very kind to me. I was born and raised here. The worst that can happen is that I die here. It can be regarded as returning to my roots."

Tang Yiyang said generously, "Yes, the worst that can happen is death, so why should I be afraid?"

Everyone was talking to each other.

For the first time in thousands of years, Tang Ningxin felt moved by the support from her tribe members.

Even if it's over, why be sad?
It's just death, what is there to be afraid of?
She closed her eyes slightly, quickly adjusted her state, and then asked a few elites of the tribe to stay. After the tribe members dispersed, she told them about the ancestor's return in recent years and how he was very likely to die.

At the end, the green-robed goddess raised her snow-white neck slightly and looked at the cloud platform filled with mirage. The many illusory clouds seemed to condense into a giant hand. The fingers of that giant hand were hanging down from the sky, as if to pick up the entire Wuxiang Ancient Clan like chess pieces and then drop them into a lifeless place.

"There are still about 500 years before the catastrophe of 3,000 years, but this is only under normal circumstances. Now that the world is about to collapse, everything may happen earlier."

Tang Ningxin slowly retracted her gaze, scanned the surroundings, and said, "The only way is for my Wuxiang Ancient Clan to produce another ancestor before that day arrives."

The air became quiet for a moment.

Tang Ningxin suddenly said, "Xiao Kong, you will be in charge here from now on. I have to leave."

She looked into the distance and said, "From now on, I will fight for every soul threshold. When the time comes, no matter whether I succeed or not, I will go to the sea of ​​suffering and either perish in the sea of ​​suffering or lead my Wuxiang Ancient Clan to be reborn from the ashes."

Tang Yi suddenly asked: "Old Ancestor, you said that the ancestor fell, so who killed the ancestor?"

Tang Ning's eyes showed a thoughtful look, in fact, a name had already popped up in her mind.

However, she took a deep look at Tang Yi, Tang Xiaokong, and Xi Yatou, and said, "There are countless strong people in this world, and swords and spears are blind. If you make a wrong move, it is common to fall."

As she spoke, her expression suddenly changed. She immediately stood up and looked coldly towards the entrance of Mirage Gorge.

The fog at the entrance is dispersing.

As a figure walked in, they quickly split into two sides like subjects to their king.

A handsome young man with a somewhat evil look on his face stepped in, and with each step, the mirage did not touch him.

Tang Ningxin saw the young man.

Soon, Tang Xiaokong, Princess Xi and others also saw it.

Everyone looked stunned.

Tang Ningxin waved her green sleeves, turned around and flew away, standing at the end of the young man's path, raised her head and asked, "Tang Yanzhang, what are you doing here? How do you know this place?"

This young man was none other than Tang Yanzhang, who had rebelled against the Wuxiang Ancient Clan that day and went to the Sword Alliance to practice the "Nine Sky Mad Sword Art" of the "Sword Madman" Dugu Jin.

Tang Yanzhang said: "I didn't expect the old man to die so quickly."

After saying this, he raised his head and laughed out loud, causing the surrounding mirage to dance wildly.

But as I laughed, two lines of tears began to flow.

He wiped away his tears, smiled evilly and said, "That's good, it saves me from having to do it myself."

Tangning frowned and said, "What have you been through? Why do you feel something is not right? In the past, you were free-spirited and unconventional, but you didn't have this crazy aura."

"Crazy?"

Tang Yanzhang interrupted the green-clothed goddess' words, then his eyes widened and he said, "You're right to be crazy. If you're not crazy, how can you become the highest swordsman? How can you fight your way out of this towering forest?"

After saying this, he raised his sword with two fingers, flicked the sword slightly, and the wild sound was like a bell hitting the clouds, and the tide dispersed. Tang Yanzhang touched the flying sword and looked at it infatuatedly, his expression was sometimes laughing and sometimes crying, and suddenly he said: "Tang Ningxin, go and tell the tribe members not to worry, I will go through the sea of ​​suffering, and I will also take over the fate of this Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

My feelings towards my people are no less than yours.
As for the murderer who killed the ancestor, you should be able to guess who it is, and so can I.

I honed my skills, and was ready to wield the sword to fight the ancestor. Now that the ancestor is dead, I will take his place."

After saying that, he slashed away all the surrounding mirage with one sword.

The sky is clear and the sun shines down on this stream.

"It's better not to stay in such a hidden place." Tang Yanzhang smiled faintly, looked around at the tribesmen who came to see him, and said loudly, "It's time to go home."

A few years later.
In the original sea clan area, a dragon claw suddenly appeared at a soul threshold somewhere in the deep sea. The claw slowly extended outwards, and wherever it went, poisonous fog filled the air, and all the surrounding creatures were sacrificed.

Slowly, slowly, the huge dragon head of the poisonous dragon poked out and murmured, "Although I was blocked, fortunately I was just one step away. I finally got out, hehe."

Then, it muttered to itself: "Big brother is very powerful. If you want to come out, it will take a long time. Let the third brother come out to help. After all, there must be a fool in front of so many monks.

My third brother is just right for this kind of thing.

As for the human who killed my fourth brother, there is still a long way to go. We will eventually meet him before the world collapses.'

Time flies, and more than fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the vast sea of ​​low-level Xiuxuan realm, in addition to the natural disaster beasts, there were also two demon dragons causing trouble.

Although this news is concealed, it is not a secret to high-level monks.

For a time, the wind was surging.

The Sword Alliance, the Five Blessed Lands, the Seven Great Bandits and other forces have sent cultivators to the low-level cultivation areas to kill the dragon.

This is not purely for the benefit of the human race, but everyone knows that if the demons are left alone, the end of the world will come at a faster speed, and if the demons are allowed to grow stronger, almost everyone may become their food in the later stage.

On the cliff of Wangsheng.

A figure flashed by, and when it appeared, who else could it be but Song Yan?

Over the years, he has done three things.

First, he found Ling Xiaoxiao, An Li, Yu Xuanwei, Wang Susu and others, spent a peaceful day there, kept some self-defense methods, and at the same time told Wang Susu his insights on shadow puppetry.

Second, hide your identity, wander around in the soul threshold, and wait for an opportunity to take away the evil treasure.

If there are demons and celestial beings, or if the competition is fierce and the water is deep, he would rather give up than stay any longer.

Over the past few decades, he has successfully obtained nine evil treasures with super high efficiency. At the same time, he has added sixty-nine shadow puppets of mid-to-late stage Divine Infant masters to his "Hundred Aspects of Demonic Shadows", which has further enhanced this method. Although it is not as good as the Black Dragon Sword, it has become one of his trump cards.

3. Explore the news.

Po Xu Yu Zhuang, there is no news about Su Yao.

As for the Wuxiang Ancient Clan
He already knew that Tang Yanzhang had become a worshiper of the Sword Alliance, and that the Wuxiang Ancient Clan had returned to their ancestral secret realm and had acquired powerful illusion techniques. Therefore, he decided not to ask more about this matter for the time being.

Of course, the above is just a casual question. The most important thing is the news about the Heavenly Demon Dragon.

At this time, he came to one of the places closest to the Sea of ​​Bitterness because he knew clearly that two demon dragons appeared in the low-level Xiuxuan Realm, one male and one female. The male was powerful and brutal, and the female was cunning and treacherous, which exactly fit what Yin Yang Xuanlong said about "big brother and second sister".

Now that the Demonic Dragon has successfully climbed out of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, he can go to the Sea of ​​Bitterness safely.

Although there are bound to be variables, there is nothing in the world that is certain.
He has reduced the risk as much as possible, and in addition to the Xuanlong Sword, he has also prepared nine other evil treasures.

Looking at the rising sun, Song Yan turned his sword into a rainbow, left Wangsheng Cliff, and went far away.
The space barrier between heaven, earth and the sea of ​​suffering is extremely weak here.

A ripple spread.

The next moment, the original natural scenery disappeared, the sky and the earth turned black below and white above, a vast ancient atmosphere rushed in, and every breath of sea breeze was an obsession that could dispel the cause and effect of the Purple Mansion cultivator.

The first time I saw this scene was after the destruction of the Jianmen clan of Southern Wu.

Afterwards, he had many complicated connections with this place, but he never actually set foot here.

Over the years, his understanding of the Sea of ​​Bitterness has become much more profound from the original "Heavenly Sword Visualization Diagram" that was "enough to be called a joke".

The sea of ​​suffering has at least three layers.

The first layer is the obsession layer;
The second layer is the corrupt concept layer;
The third layer, below the corrupt thoughts layer, is the deepest part of the sword town mentioned by Ling Handeng.

Only from this level can one go to the next world. As for how to get there, every demon and every celestial being must fight hard.
Because of the structure of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, it is actually a closed area for this world.

There are certainly demons from outside the realm in the obsession layer and the corrupt thought layer here, but there are more beings that once existed in this world.

As long as you follow the ocean current and head eastward, you can reach the end of this world, which is the other side where the Immortal Ranks and God Lists are located.

'Has there ever been a real dragon in this world?'

"If a mere dragon thought is so terrifying, how powerful can a real dragon be?"

'That day I found a white stone on the beach of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, but the mysterious old man took it away. This Sea of ​​Bitterness must still hide many secrets. All kinds of things that have been submerged in the human world still have traces left here, which are traces of the beginning of this world.'

"No matter what, let's follow the ocean current first, reach the other side, and obtain the immortal status. We can think of the rest later."

Song Yan thought about it, walked forward and came to the beach.

Looking at the bitter sea of ​​obsession, feeling the wind on the seashore.
Here, even if you are in the late Purple Mansion stage and are standing, you will soon die. And once you step onto the waves, even a Divine Infant cultivator will not be spared, because the obsessions are so many that you need to fight many times every moment.

Whoosh!
Song Yan took out a flower basket-shaped treasure, threw it into the water, and then stood on it.

At this moment, he could feel that the power of his body and soul was infinitely compressed, and only his spiritual power could play a role.

The sea of ​​suffering is actually the world of divine thoughts.

Looking back at the coast behind him, Song Yan raised his hand and pointed, saying, "Let's go!"

The flower basket entered the sea, forming a divine mind shield that began to evenly distribute the impact of the bitter sea water.

Song Yan also staggered forward.

As we go deeper, only black and white are left in the world, nothing else.

About three hours later, the flower basket evil treasure was on the verge of collapse. Before it was damaged, Song Yan hurriedly took out a ruler-shaped evil treasure to replace the flower basket evil treasure, and then used the dragon bone blood flag to repair the flower basket evil treasure.

Compared to his initial nervousness, he had calmed down at this moment.

He planned to use the nine evil treasures in turn, and at the same time use the soul collected in the dragon bone blood flag to repair the evil treasures.

After the Nine Evil Treasures and the Dragon Bone Blood Banner were all destroyed, he would use the Black Dragon Sword.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly widened, and he looked at the sea in the distance with surprise and vigilance, only to see a huge, translucent umbrella-shaped jellyfish floating beneath it!
The tentacles of the jellyfish are covered with dense obsessions. If you are touched by them, you will feel uncomfortable for a long time.
Song Yan hurriedly manipulated the Ruler Shabao to move to the side to avoid the mysterious jellyfish, and at the same time secretly sighed in his heart: "There are actually such creatures in the sea of ​​suffering?"

Fortunately, the jellyfish did not chase him, but just flew away with its umbrella expanding and contracting.

The rest of the voyage was uneventful.

But when he changed to the fourth evil treasure, Song Yan suddenly felt something was wrong. The relatively calm layer of obsession suddenly began to be disturbed, and deep undercurrents came from below. He could even vaguely see a black building upside down under the water.

'An undercurrent of obsession.'

Song Yan recognized this thing at a glance.

From Ling Handeng, he already knew that the "undercurrent of obsession" was one of the main dangers in the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

Because the "undercurrent of obsession" will connect the corrupt layer with the obsession layer, causing many strange lives in the corrupt layer to come to the surface, including demons.

In the meantime, your position will be completely disrupted and you will be taken to an unknown place, but when the wind and sea calm down, everything will return to normal, and the normal ocean current will take you to the end.

Song Yan carefully operated the Shabao, but accelerated the replacement speed to prevent the Shabao from being easily damaged.

About half an hour later, the undercurrent not only did not weaken, but it became stronger. The water flow was chaotic, the surrounding scenery was no different, and it was impossible to locate it at all.

Song Yan didn't know where he was being taken.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank because he heard the sound of chanting.

He suddenly turned his head and saw a huge beast skull floating from the depths of the sea of ​​suffering. The sound of pious chanting came from it. Above the beast skull was a black soft-bodied creature, like a leech.

But the patterns on the leech's body were changing, repeating over and over again, presenting a variety of appearances.

Song Yan saw clearly that each of those faces was either dignified, compassionate, or in meditation; they were clearly the sacred faces of Buddha.

But these faces appear extremely strange when they appear here.

Song Yan didn't want to come into contact with this inexplicable life, and tried his best to control the evil treasure to move aside.

At this moment, he saw another pure white jellyfish with an umbrella. This jellyfish was different from the previous one. Fragments of text could be vaguely seen in the umbrella.
After a quick look, Song Yan found that he could actually recognize the words on those fragments.

It was a fragment of a Buddhist scripture from the human world, surrounded by a strange mandala pattern in reverse.

As the pure white jellyfish approached, he heard the sound of wooden fish again.

Amid the sound of the wooden fish, he felt a thought in his heart: "Life is meaningless, it is better to cut off all emotions."

Song Yan extinguished this thought as soon as it came into being.

He became more vigilant and tried harder to avoid these strange creatures.

But somehow, no matter how he tried to avoid it, the sounds of various Buddhist chanting and wooden fish under the evil treasure became louder and louder.

Song Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and at this moment, he heard a familiar sentence in an unfamiliar tone.

"My husband, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Yan turned his head and saw a dark silhouette of a woman emerging from the bottom of the sea. She stood above the huge sound of chanting, with a resentful look on her face, holding five shackles in her hands, and looking at him teasingly.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his hand and said, "Long time no see, Five Sons Demon Mother."

(End of this chapter)