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Chapter 585 Pure Yang Sacrificial Sword
There are beauties, and you will never forget them.

I don't see you for a day, and I'm crazy about thinking about it.

Since the Yin Division parted, I have never seen Yu Hua again.

I still vaguely remember the day when I said goodbye to her at the gate of hell.

Yuhua said that the nine times of Nirvana is her inescapable fate, and she wants me to wait for her in the world and wait for her to come back.

Since then, I will miss her every night in Guixu.Every war is as if she is with me.

Our room retains her breath, and the entire Guixu has the imprint of her existence.

I remember her, and so do the disciples of the Demonic Dao.

However, she has already forgotten us.

Now the familiar voice rang in my ears, indifferent and majestic, without a trace of emotion.

Hearing this made my heart ache like twists, and tears poured down like rain when I thought about the past.The longing is overwhelming, which makes me feel difficult for myself.I just want to hold her in my arms and tell her that you are my wife.

The first half of my life was muddled and absurd.It was Yuhua who opened up the real destiny for me. Since then, she and I have carried the banner of the demonic way of summoning souls together, and walked all the way to the present.

Now, the magic path has been accomplished, and she has jumped out of the fate chessboard, but she will never come back.

And all my fantasies and thoughts about her can only be comforted for a moment in the memory.

The human way is that the Yellow River has nine twists and turns, after all, it flows eastward.

The ancient altar of the Yellow River in Xiaba Village has disappeared, and the wedding of the Empress of the Yellow River, which once shocked the world, has become an eternal legend.

With tears streaming down my face, I stood where I was, looking at the most familiar stranger in front of me.

She was full of wind and snow, and stood silently.

The uncombed white hair is flying freely in the air, and the black flames in the eyes are still burning.

It seems that people are in front of me, but they are thousands of miles away from me.

Yanhua is indifferent, she only has a gentle side when facing me, and now, she is no longer gentle to me.

Because she forgot me.

Thousands of words could not be said, so I just replied to her with a choked voice: "I am the patriarch of the demon way."

Hearing the word Mo Dao, Yanhua frowned slightly, and asked, "The Mo Dao that the phantom Jian Jia spoke of?"

"That's right, Jian Jia is my demon disciple."

"I heard from the Lord of Illusory Demons that the way of magic acts against the sky and is the enemy of the way of heaven. In the future, we will fight against the way of heaven together with the three realms of the ancient times." said Hua Hua.

"The sky destroys all living beings, and all living beings destroy the sky. In the future, not only my demonic way will join forces with the three realms of the ancient times, but also all beings in the six realms of the human world."

"Human world... I used to have memories of human world. However, I chose to forget."

"why?"

"The things that exist are all phantoms; the things that are eternal will eventually be destroyed. Everything in the world, colorful, is just the hearts of people who have been deceived. In such a world, what is there to be nostalgic for?"

I have no words to refute what she said, because what she said is the truth.

The longer you stay in the world, the more you will feel that life is boring and lonely like snow.

Therefore, since ancient times, those who are the most powerful will be eager to ascend and cut off the fate of the world.

But as long as the magic way is still in the world, I will never be lonely.

The compassionate and righteous demon disciples have left too many epic chapters in the world.

A sentence saying that disciples of the magic way will be popular forever will bury all the loneliness in the world.

"It's lonely in the world. I don't know how your Lord Death is doing in the underworld?" I asked.

"The underworld is the kingdom of death, everything is frozen, and I don't know what loneliness is."

"So, Your Excellency the Death God must prefer the underworld?"

"Perhaps I prefer the wind and snow in the underworld. There is no temperature and no emotion, but it can calm my mind more."

As she spoke, Yanhua stretched out her snow-white jade palm to catch the snowflakes.

Those are a pair of hands that cannot be modified. They once held me and stayed with me through the long night.

He also held a knife and fought for the devil in the battlefield.

Now, these two hands can also hold a knife, but it's not for Mo Dao or for me.

Xueyang once asked me if I regretted making her a god. If I hadn't made her a god of death, then she would have only one identity, the general who broke the army of the evil way.

My answer is no regrets, because if I don’t become a god, there would be no magic way today, and I will never uncover the mystery of the birth of the founder of the magic way, nor can I get the complete power of destiny.

Someone has to sacrifice, and only sacrifice can be remembered.

"What is the purpose of the Demonic Dao Patriarch coming here?" Yan Hua asked after a moment of silence.

"Go to the Immemorial God Realm and help the God of War Murong Yuanrui become the Immemorial God King." I said.

"The Primordial God of War used to be my fateful enemy, and indeed he has the strength to become the Primordial God-King. However, the Sword God today is also not to be underestimated. I hope the Patriarch of the Demon Dao goes well on this trip. Let's part here, and we won't send you far."

After finishing speaking, Yuhua turned around and flew towards the Frost Fortress with the wind and snow all over the sky.

After all, she didn't invite me to Frost Keep, and she didn't remember who I was.

The god of death who has been nirvana nine times will forget everything, and no one can break her spiritual defense unless she wants to.

But being able to meet her like this is already a blessing for me.

At least I know that Yan Hua is stronger than ever before, so I don't need to worry about her life or death.

Only if we are strong enough, can I wait for her in the world, even until the end of time.

Shangxie, I want to know you, and live forever...

Immemorial God Realm, Hidden Sword Valley.

Today is the day when Lu Chunyang, the Immemorial Sword God, officially ascended to the altar.

Although the Sword God has never been a God King, nearly [-]% of the gods in the Immemorial God Realm still choose him as their master.

There is no other reason, the sword god's combat power is too strong.

The flash of sword light when he returned shocked the entire Primordial God Realm.

Murong Yuanrui's Chaos Divine Light awed the gods, but the Chaos Divine Light could only be used as a trump card to explode, while the Sword God's sword hung in the hearts of the gods all the time.

The ten-direction sword array of killing gods has been activated, and Lu Chunyang is standing in the center of the sword array.

Before starting to ascend to the altar, the first thing Lu Chunyang has to do is to summon an exclusive magic weapon belonging to the ancient sword god with the endless Gengjin Qi of the Godslaying Ten Directions Sword Formation.

Although the Qingsuo Sword is enough to be called a rare magic weapon in the three realms of the world, it lost its power after the ghost of the ancient god dissipated, and it was no longer worthy of Lu Chunyang's identity as the ancient sword god.

Today he is going to summon the long-lost weapon of the Immemorial Sword God Clan, the Juggernaut Sword.

The Juggernaut Sword of the Sword God and the Orion Crossbow of the Hunting God are both one of the top ten artifacts in the Immemorial God Realm. According to legend, the Immemorial Sword God used this sword to fight against the Dao of Heaven.

If he hadn't died at the hands of Heaven, the Immemorial Sword God would have used this sword to subdue the gods and become the Immemorial God King.

After Tiandao cleared the God Realm, he destroyed the sword, but he couldn't destroy the memory of the Sword God Clan about the sword.

In the endless years in the past, while silently waiting for the return of the Sword God, the Sword God Clan used the God-killing Ten-Direction Sword Formation to condense the Gengjin Qi of the ancient God Realm, trying to recast the Juggernaut Sword.

Now the Sword God has returned, and the Gengjin Qi in the sword formation has also been condensed.

Just wait for the sword god himself to make a move, use the heart of the sword to condense the energy of the innate Gengjin, and forge the magic weapon.

Lu Chunyang stood in the center of the formation, surrounded by tens of thousands of swords.

Any one of them can be called the magic weapon that kills Wushuang, but today, they will all become sacrifices, just like the Qingsuo sword in Lu Chunyang's hand, they will become sacrifices for summoning the master's sword.

"Heaven and Earth Gengjin, the root of ten thousand swords."

Lu Chunyang let out a clear whistle, and the sound shook the sky.

The celestial phenomena changed, and thunder walked in an instant, and a sea of ​​thunder instantly condensed above the sword array.

Immediately afterwards, the power of endless thunder poured down, all pouring into every sword in the sword array.

Under the tempering of the power of thunder, the ten thousand swords roared and resonated in unison.

After bombarding for a long time, finally there was a sword that couldn't bear it first, and the body of the sword shattered.

With the guidance of Lu Chunyang Jianxin, the pure and incomparable Gengjin Qi condensed in the air.

After one sword is broken, there is a second sword.

In the end, Wan Jian was completely broken.

Under the guidance of Lu Chunyang, all the Qi of Gengjin condensed in the air a sword-shaped phantom shining with endless sharpness.

The last thing that shattered was the Qingsuo Sword in Lu Chunyang's hand. After the Qi of Gengjin in the Qingsuo Sword was also injected into the sword-shaped phantom, the sword-shaped phantom began to manifest into a solid body.

It was a long, narrow, pitch-black sword with an ancient and clumsy shape.

The sword's edge is three feet and seven inches, matching Lu Chunyang's figure, and it is just right to hold in the hand.

Although this sword is too small compared to the huge figures of the gods, it is full of endless killing power.

As soon as the sword body was formed, all the thunder and lightning gathered into a line and disappeared into the hilt.

When Lu Chunyang holds the sword of domination in his hand and communicates with it with the heart of the sword, the whole person becomes a sword.

This is the mystery of the Juggernaut's Sword, and the person who wields this sword is one with the sword.

Lu Chunyang's own kendo attainments are already irresistible and made the gods submit, and he will add more edge after holding the master sword.

The divine sword among swords, the sword god among men.

It seemed that from then on, no one in the sky and on the earth could stop his sharpness.

"Congratulations, Sword God."

All the gods congratulated in unison, with extremely respectful expressions.

There was a smile on the corner of Lu Chunyang's mouth. Now he has enough confidence to deal with all powerful enemies, except Tiandao.

(End of this chapter)