I Have Countless Divine Swords

“Northern Desolate Territory number one in the world, Zhou Xuanji, dead, from today, will be the All Saints era, I am the mortal world!”

The sound of the Flame Spirit Venerable sounds, and the domineering is like a god.

Human race is angry, all the city is frying pan.

“Damn!”

“Even Sword Emperor is dead, can’t anyone beat him?”

“He is from Upper Realm, Immortal… How can he beat him?”

“Human race is dead.”

“Heavenly Dao is unfair, why is this for us?”

Despair and fear spread in the human race. For a time, the human races of Imperial Dynasty and Dynasty were all chaotic.

In the face of known deaths, there is always a burst of inner evil.

People, sometimes terrifying more than demon.

Especially when you lose hope.

Extinguishing Emperor Cliff.

Flame Spirit Venerable is still creating Heavenly Dao Puppet, the body of Zhou Xuanji has been buried by Devil Emperor Dugu, and the tombstone has been erected.

Baihao Yixin stood beside him for a long time.

Both of them were invincible, and the mood is so complicated that they can’t even tell themselves.

Devil Emperor Dugu turned, looked towards Flame Spirit Venerable, asked said: “Next, what are you going to do?”

Flame Spirit Venerable sneer said: “First kill those Heaven Guards, and then kill human race. In order to find my children, I am a year of Imperial Dynasty. How do you say?”

Zhou Xuanji is dead, and now there is no one who can threaten him at Northern Desolate Territory.

After being separated from Heaven Temple, he can be assured of the cultivation of bold. As for the Heaven and Earth protagonist of Northern Desolate Territory, it doesn’t matter, anyone can.

As long as it is not human race.

Devil Emperor Dugu shook his head and jumped up and quickly left.

Flame Spirit Venerable laughs, no block.

Northern Desolate Territory already belongs to him. Devil Emperor Dugu doesn’t matter where he goes. He believes that Devil Emperor Dugu doesn’t dare to ascension, just to find a way to restore the cultivation base.

He turned to look at a respected Heavenly Dao Puppet in front of him.

He smiled wildly, whispered: “Not enough! Not enough!”

The more his Heavenly Dao Army, the better, it is best to subvert Heaven Temple.

On the other hand, Baihao Yixin is preparing to flee quietly.

“Heartless Great Emperor, do you want to know why he said this to you to reincarnation?”

The sound of the Flame Spirit Venerable came into his ear, making him feel stiff and stop.

……

Tyrant Han Imperial Dynasty, a small town.

A black light drops from the sky falls into a courtyard.

The black light dissipated, and a naked infant appeared on the ground. He curled up in his limbs and fell asleep quietly.

It’s going to be dark.

A man in a plain robes walked in and he saw an infant at a glance, immediately seized.

He subconsciously draws a sword and is alert to look around.

The courtyard here is not big. Only if he lives alone, how can there be an infant here?

He was careful to approach the infant and saw the infant lying naked on the cold ground. He was soft and picked it up.

“The human race is a poor man.”

The man sighed and looked sad. He was about to enter into the house.

Early the next morning.

The infant suddenly opened the eyes, the eyes were pure, and there was a killing intent in the depths.

He is Zhou Xuanji after rebirth.

The memory is gradually clear in his mind.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, and the sandalwood floated inside the house.

“Sword Spirit?”

He whispered in his heart.

“Sword Lord, what are you going to do?”

The sound of Sword Spirit sounded so that he sighed in relief.

He turned his head and saw that there were no other people in the house.

His spirit sense is still there, sweeping away, and the entire town is included.

There are no people in the courtyard.

So he took all the Divine Sword one by one, and decided that he would be relieved if there was no shortage.

Great Sun Heavenly Devil Rebirth Art, every rebirth, not a new start, its soul power is completely preserved, and the cultivation base will be restored in a short time, otherwise how can Xian Xianghua and Evil King dominate the world.

He suddenly noticed that there were eighteen black marks on his right arm, as thin as a hair.

As far as gaze is concerned, his heart is inexplicably comprehension to its meaning.

Heavenly Dao Mark.

It was made by Quasi Emperor destiny.

Full ten, can offer Emperor.

Zhou Xuanji can’t prove Emperor for the time being, his fleshly body has not yet fully grown, he has to give him time.

With Overbearing of Great Sun Heavenly Devil Rebirth Art, he can grow up in ten years.

He is not afraid that Jiang Xue can’t think of it, because there is Xian Xianghua, he will definitely tell Great Sun Heavenly Devil Rebirth Art to her.

“Flame Spirit Venerable, wait a few more years, I will take your first level.”

Zhou Xuanji took a deep breath and closed his eyes to start feeling power of Heaven and Earth.

With the help of power of Heaven and Earth, he will grow faster, at least faster than Xian Xianghua rebirth.

After a while, he heard footsteps.

I saw the man who saved him stepping in.

“hu… Fortunately, you still haven’t woken up, today for you, I come back in advance, earning less Spirit Pill, you know?”

While talking to himself, the man will take out a porcelain bottle containing milk.

He intends to feed Zhou Xuanji.

Zhou Xuanji didn’t blink, but through the spiritual sense he could detect that he was immediately aversion to cold.

He was just about to speak, and another person rushed in.

It is a woman.

Snapped–

The woman directly slaps the man’s slap, coldly said: “Shangguan Jiusu, I misread you, I didn’t expect you to give up on yourself, and become a man!”

The man named Shangguan Jiusu was angry.

“What am I doing? Am I not coming back from the lecture hall early?”

He said solemnly, his eyes showed sadness.

The woman standing in front of him was wearing a red dress, her face was good, her temperament was high and cold, and there was a kind of glamorous beauty.

Red dressed woman staring at him, said: “You don’t have the original innate talent now, but you don’t want to cherish the opportunity of cultivation. You know, Immortal Master Chen wants to be yours, it’s my father to pray, you have a chance to stay. !”

Shangguan Jiusu’s self-esteem was hurt and he quarreled with the red dressed woman.

Zhou Xuanji has been listening, and soon understood the whole sequence of events.

It turned out that this is a pair of lovers. Three years ago, Shangguan Jiusu innate talent was different, and the town was very enthusiastic and got the favor of this woman.

Dealing with, two years Shangguan Jiusu was abandoned Danian when he went out to the task. Although he was treated to protect Dantian, he could no longer have the previous cultivation innate talent.

Red dressed woman Although he did not abandon him, his attitude towards him became increasingly impatient and it was easy to argue with him.

Shangguan Jiusu is also sensitive because of this matter, and has always been forbearing, but today he came back early for Zhou Xuanji. This is goodwill, how can he tolerate himself being filthy.

Red dressed woman When she saw Zhou Xuanji, her face was even worse. She said: “Shangguan Jiusu, Sword Emperor is dead. Now the human race is in a difficult position. Do you care for yourself and raise your son?”

After that, she left her sleeves.

Shangguan Jiusu stopped talking and finally clenched his fists to silence.

Before he could change it, he might chase it out, all sorts of sweet words, but now he doesn’t want to abandon Zhou Xuanji.

Because he grew up to no father and no mother, was adopted by old beggar, and made a living by walking. After the coincidence coincidence was discovered by a fairy, there was a cultivation innate talent, only to change Fate. When he saw Zhou Xuanji, he could not bear it. Think of yourself.

“Ugh.”

He sighed and sat on the bench, brief remark.

He suddenly remembered Zhou Xuanji, quickly picked up the porcelain bottle and got up and walked to the bed.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Zhou Xuanji suspended in the bed, scared him to shake and the porcelain bottle landed.

“Ghost!”