I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

Bei Ming Long Yue stepped on the void, turned into a silver stream of light, and arrived at a height of thousands of feet in the sky.

Thousands of spiritual swords rang in unison, as if they were bowing down to the Sword Immortal.

Then, Bei Ming Long Yue slowly stretched out his fingertips and pointed them at the Demon Emperor.

The rain of swords from the sky gathered into a vast and majestic sword energy, pouring down!

The Demon Emperor shouted loudly and danced wildly with his giant scythe. The three colors of demonic energy, blood, shadow, and darkness, converged on his original pure black demonic energy and easily repelled the first wave of sword rain.

However, how can the foundation of three generations of demon gods compare to the sword hearts that have been painstakingly honed by thousands of sword practitioners over the past ten thousand years?

The second wave of sword rain came, and the thick demonic energy was gradually torn apart. Even though the Demon Emperor could chop off hundreds of flying swords with one strike, more sword blades came one after another!

Even the Demon Emperor was suppressed so much that he could only look up at the beautiful figure in the moonlight high in the sky.

At the other end of the dark sky, the devil was holding his mask that was still leaking black liquid. He was deeply shocked by the scene of thousands of swords roaring, and felt it was unbelievable.

In that battle, Bei Ming Long Yue was besieged by many powerful men of the time and suffered severe damage.

Now it can be sensed from his cultivation that Bei Ming Long Yue's spiritual power has declined a lot, and he can't even use his own magic weapon. His aura is even slightly inferior to that of the Demon Emperor.

But why did her swordsmanship advance so much that she could even command thousands of spirit swords? !

Luck is generally constant. The moment Bei Ming Long Yue overcame the calamity and became an immortal, she should have reached the limit of her destiny.

No, it’s not just Bei Ming Long Yue.

The power of the sons of destiny in this era is far stronger than he expected!

The demon trembled, not because of the sword fairy's strength, but because of the more terrifying man.

Over the past ten thousand years, he has made repeated attacks and calculated at various levels, but he has not been able to completely kill him. This is because he has a strange power that can disrupt destiny.

This time, the devil planned carefully and instigated the Demon Emperor to take action, but he never expected that this strange power was deeper, and even the Sword Immortal was able to take a step further thanks to it!

The group of demon cultivators who were watching the battle became anxious when they saw the Demon Emperor being suppressed.

Putting aside their loyalty to the Demon Emperor, how could the Sword Immortal let these Demon Cultivators go once the Demon Emperor fell? !

"Asshole, you have so many tricks up your sleeve, think of a solution quickly!" Several demon leaders who had transformed into gods quickly asked for help from the black-robed demon.

"Gather your demonic energy and use this to send it to the Demon Emperor!"

The devil sacrificed a pitch-black magic gourd that exuded a deep evil aura.

The demon cultivators were both surprised and delighted.

"Nine Nether Demon Gourd?!"

"A heavenly spiritual plant, isn't this the legendary magic treasure that only forms once every nine thousand years?"

"Everyone, with this item, it will be enough to support the Demon Emperor!"

The Nine Nether Demonic Gourd can quickly condense and compress various demonic energies, transforming them into the purest demonic energy, and input them to demon cultivators over a long distance.

Of course, those who are input will have to endure huge backlash afterwards.

I believe the Demon Emperor can understand this.

The devil threw the Nine Nether Demon Gourd into the sky.

For a moment, all the demon cultivators gathered various kinds of demonic energy, like colorful strange flames, and gathered in the magic gourd. In the blink of an eye, they were refined and turned into a few drops of pure demonic energy, which fell onto the Demon Emperor.

The Demon Emperor, who was being suppressed, felt this powerful force and was filled with anger and hatred.

The side effects of the Nine Nether Demon Gourd are extremely serious, it can be said that it is a life-or-death situation!

Damn demon, if he doesn’t die in this battle, I will dig out his heart!

The Demon Emperor endured the demonic energy entering his body, feeling the pain boiling through his meridians, and pushed his skills to the limit in one breath.

The true magic of destroying the Tao!

The giant sickle flashed by, and the black blade cut through the void.

Just one blow.

Thousands of spiritual swords were broken, and visible demonic energy dissipated, causing more spiritual swords to become tainted with filth, lose control, and fall to the ground.

The so-called evil way is to erode, pollute, destroy and annihilate the ways of others!

Even the indestructible and all-destroying sword is the same!

After several rounds of confrontation, more and more spiritual swords were broken.

Bei Ming Long Yue's chest rose and fell faster and faster, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

Whenever a spiritual sword breaks, there will be residual demonic energy that will pass through the spiritual sword and affect Bei Ming Long Yue.

The slender white fingertips gradually turned black due to the erosion of the evil spirit.

Even though she tried her best to endure it, she still showed some pain.

But the Demon Emperor is not much better.

The more powerful the magic power, the greater the burden on oneself. Even the Demon Emperor cannot maintain it for a long time. Not to mention that he is now borrowing the magic energy given by thousands of demon cultivators. For demon cultivators, borrowing the magic energy of others will be eroded, which is a taboo.

If the magic gourd had not purified some of the impurities, and if the Demon Emperor had not had profound cultivation, he would have exploded and died the moment the demonic energy entered his body.

Even so, the Demon Emperor was bleeding from all seven orifices, and demonic energy was burning his body uncontrollably. The parts that had been pierced by the divine sword before were also faintly flickering with sword energy. His flesh and bones were cracked as a result, and he was suffering from bone-eating and heart-piercing pain.

"It's still not enough." The demon gritted his teeth in anger and became more and more uneasy.

If the fight continues like this, the Sword Immortal will still win miserably.

With his current strength, even facing the severely injured Bei Ming Long Yue, he would have little chance of winning.

The plan against Xiao Wuyou has failed, at least the sword immortal's life must be taken.

It is necessary to add a weight to the Demon Emperor's scale.

But just as the demons were gathering their evil energy, a shadow of a god or Buddha appeared and punched into the group of demons!

"It's a righteous monk!"

"How did these bastards get up here?"

"Heh, do you think you're the only ones who have the teleportation formation?" In mid-air, the leader of the Red Maple Valley condensed countless formations, allowing the righteous monks on the ground to raid the evil sect at the fastest speed!

"Everyone, follow me and help Master. Today is the day to eliminate the devil and defend the Way!"

The great elder Fan Rong came unarmed, but he took the lead, directly transforming his fist into sword intent, and led many righteous masters to charge into the evil path.

Although it is impossible to completely annihilate the demon cultivators, it is enough to interrupt the process of condensing demonic energy.

The amount of demonic energy condensed in the magic gourd decreased visibly. The Demon Emperor immediately coughed up blood and was suppressed by the rain of swords to half-kneel.

It’s not that he didn’t think about the righteous monks coming to support him, but he felt that the numerical advantage and cohesion of the evil monks were enough to deal with it.

But unexpectedly, these righteous monks showed extraordinary unity and were blood-thirsty!

How could Bei Ming Long Yue have such a high reputation? How could the fragmented righteous path be so united?

"Demon, what should we do now? Use whatever tricks you have!" A demon blocked the oncoming fist-turned-sword intent and shouted wildly.

What are the means?

No matter how powerful his magic weapons and skills are, how can he stop the united righteous army? !

While looking at the righteous monks coming to kill him and the Demon Emperor who was struggling to hold on, Tianmo finally made up his mind. He leaped forward, and a murderous spear appeared in his hand, attacking Beiming Longyue!

Chapter 74: Hazy Moon

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The battle between good and evil was fierce, but the devil was seen crossing the battlefield with ghostly movements and heading straight for the sword immortal in the sky!

"Stop him!"

All the righteous monks were in a panic, and no matter they were great masters at the stage of transformation of spirit or junior masters at the stage of golden elixir, they all tried their best to catch up.

However, the demons on the side started laughing wildly, and as the demons danced wildly, they also used all their strength to block their way!

The demon faced the rain of swords from all over the sky, and regardless of being riddled with holes from the swords, he also risked his life, using up all his spiritual power and Taoist charm to throw that shot!

Qingyun Hanlong Spear, a heavenly-grade divine weapon, was made from the dragon bones of the first generation Dragon King. Its killing power in a single round was even superior to the lower four of the Seven Immortal Swords!

This will be the final factor that determines victory or defeat. Even Bei Ming Long Yue will not be able to survive this blow!

Bei Ming Long Yue felt a chill on his spine as he keenly sensed the fatal blow coming, but he had no time to dodge. The rain of swords he hastily swung out were easily shattered like glass by the green light accompanied by the dragon's might!

"I succeeded!" The demon fell with the broken dagger, laughing wildly.

Until someone in white came from nowhere, stepping on a dragon, and desperately pounced towards Bei Ming Long Yue in mid-air!

The blue cloud exploded, the dragon's might roared, and the terrifying spiritual power engulfed the figures of the two men.

The demon, who was originally stunned, burst into laughter again.

"Hahahaha! Stupid, stupid! To save others, you even sacrificed yourself. Xiao Wuyou, you have been scheming all your life, but you are still just a fool!"

Similarly, the Demon Emperor raised the corners of his mouth, ecstatic.

Killing Jianxian and Xiao Wuyou at the same time, all the calculations, sacrifices and efforts were not in vain!

While the demons were cheering with joy, the righteous monks looked as pale as death.

The Sword Immortal of Longyue fell, and the number one genius of the righteous path also sacrificed.

The present and future of the righteous forces were completely buried in an instant. How could they possibly accept this?

In the crowd of righteous monks, Liu Feiyan tried to rush out desperately, but was held tightly by Su Lanyu from behind.

"Let me go, I want to save...save..."

Liu Feiyan couldn't even utter a complete sentence and just choked with sobs.

Every cultivator could see that the attack just now had already far exceeded the limits of ordinary cultivators.

Let alone the peerless genius, even if it was the most powerful god in the world, who could stop him?

Even the aura of the Sword Immortal disappeared.

"Brother Wuyou will be fine." Su Lanyu forced a pale and miserable smile, but was stubbornly unwilling to admit what was happening in front of her.

In the corner, Tushan Momo looked up at the sky which was still enveloped by green spiritual energy with empty eyes, and shed two lines of tears silently.

Outside Yingyue City, Ye Qingmeng, who was brought out of the city by Hongfeng Valley, suddenly felt a palpitation. He looked up abruptly at the blue cloud in the distance, his face full of disbelief.

But at this moment, somewhere on the four girls' bodies shone a dazzling light.

The Phoenix Blood Warm Jade, the Dragon Crystal Bone Hairpin, the Fox Scented Sachet, and the Netherworld Magic Ring all resonated in unison.

In the boiling green spiritual energy, Xiao Wuyou's broken figure fell down powerlessly.

But for a moment, the phoenix cried, the dragon roared, the fox clung to the body, and the butterflies lingered. Then all these strange phenomena seemed to have used up all their power and dissipated with the wind.

Xiao Wuyou's broken body was thus healed.

Then, a white wrist stretched out, and the slender white palm tightly grasped Xiao Wuyou's hand.

Xiao Wuyou suddenly opened his eyes and gasped violently.

"Am I still alive?"

Looking closely, he saw the young master standing opposite him.

The two of them were falling headfirst.

"You...are not dead?" The young master stared at him in a daze. Only then did tears begin to fall from his stunned eyes like pearls from a broken string.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Xiao Wuyou's eyes.

It was at this moment that the luck began to flow, and the prophetic picture in Xiao Wuyou's mind began to change.

It was at this moment that Xiao Wuyou remembered everything that should have been forgotten ten thousand years ago.

Their first meeting, the days and months they spent together, the spring, summer, autumn and winter they spent together, the misunderstandings and disputes, loneliness and pain, the irreversible ending, and the feelings that had been hidden in each other's hearts and would never have the chance to be expressed.

Xiao Wuyou hugged the young master tightly, feeling the slightly cool body temperature and the equally intense heartbeat: "This time, I won't let go."

The young master was stunned for a moment, but then he understood everything.

"I thought it would be better if you forgot about me. I didn't want to involve you in all this..."

The young master was about to tell the story bitterly, but Xiao Wuyou smiled and said, "You wish."

"I was hoping to take advantage of your luck and cling to your thighs. This time, don't even think about getting rid of me."