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

The girl's eyes were red, her lips were pouting, and she said awkwardly: "I know, leave that stinky sister to me, you be careful!"

Xiao Wuyou smiled.

"Hey, we want one too!" Tushan Momo hurried forward and gave Xiao Wuyou a soft kiss.

Next was Su Lanyu. The blue-haired girl looked as calm as usual, but she was clutching her dress tightly.

This kiss was therefore a little stiff.

But after the kiss, Su Lanyu still smiled tenderly: "I wish Brother Wuyou good luck in martial arts."

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

The junior sister is very smart, she must have seen through that I was lying.

No, others should have noticed it too.

That's why Yan'er is so uneasy, and that's why Momo is more cheerful than usual.

There is no plan at all. It is just a trick to deceive the righteous gods and delay time.

Xiao Wuyou was only able to stop the Demon Emperor, but was not sure of escaping unscathed.

In the past, he only needed to defeat his opponents with an overwhelming full-strength attack. But Xiao Wuyou had personally confirmed the strength of the Demon Emperor, and he knew that he was not an opponent he could defeat now.

This is the first life-and-death battle in this life.

In the past, I hid wherever I could in order to survive and was extremely afraid of death, but now I am incredibly calm.

"Isn't Qingmeng coming?" Xiao Wuyou turned around and looked at the little witch.

From just now on, I could feel the other person trembling in the palm of my hand.

But at this time, Ye Qingmeng just came forward, gently stroked Wuyou's cheek with the tip of her nose, and said in a gentle voice: "I'll let it go."

"I'll give it to you when you come back alive."

Xiao Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's a deal."

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When Elder Hei Feng saw Xiao Wuyou and his Taoist companions leaving, he suddenly felt as if the generals had abandoned their troops and fled with their women, and his heart sank.

"Hei Feng, this formation was created by your Red Maple Valley. How long can it last?"

"We have to prepare the trump card left by the master!"

Hearing the calls from his fellow Taoists, Elder Hei Feng came to his senses and gave up that unrealistic guess.

Xiao Wuyou is the number one prodigy of the righteous path, and he will live and die with the righteous path. How could he do such a shameful thing?

Thinking of this, Elder Hei Feng regained his confidence and comforted everyone: "Don't panic, everyone. With the blessing of the earth veins, this formation is comparable to the heavenly level. Even if the evil thieves are rampant, they can still hold out for a stick of incense..."

Before he finished speaking, the black sun in the sky suddenly burst out with powerful demonic energy!

The Demon Emperor took action personally, and with one palm he brought down, the demonic energy gathered and hit, transforming into a long, savage black dragon with bared fangs and claws, tearing the formation into pieces with devastating force.

Sensing the murderous looks from everyone, Elder Hei Feng couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Don't panic!"

"It is precisely to prevent this kind of situation that the four clan leaders left us the treasure!"

After Elder Hei Feng finished speaking, he took out a Taoist talisman.

Among the cultivators, Elder Tianya, who was in charge of staying behind from the Juejian Sect, as well as an elder each from the Lingshou Manor and the Vajra Sect, also took out the same Taoist talismans.

I saw four Taoist talismans floating in the air, extending golden spiritual power lines to each other.

The golden lines formed a mysterious space, and the atmosphere trembled. A divine sword emitting endless Taoist charm slowly emerged in it!

The scabbard was golden in color, replete with Buddhist spirit, while the hilt was as red as a maple leaf. Under the influence of the spiritual power of the four talismans, the golden and silver blades were unsheathed, and for a moment, a colorful Qilin phantom appeared!

Chapter 74: Falling Immortal Sword

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Forged with meteorite iron and Buddha gold, tempered with Kirin True Fire, it condenses the pure spiritual energy of the four holy places of the righteous path and becomes a righteous divine weapon. When the holy sword comes out, the mysterious Buddhist Dharma saves people, the true fire dominates, the elixir fragrance is smart and erratic, the sword blade is sharp and majestic, and it shocks all directions.

The sword body is flowing with colorful flames, as tough as dragon teeth, indestructible, and can kill all demons and monsters without breaking a muscle.

This is their biggest trump card, a peerless magic weapon forged by the founders of the four major righteous sects.

Meteoric Sword.

As the name suggests, this is a magical weapon forged by the founder of swordsmanship, Bei Ming Long Yue, in order to kill immortals.

Although the Fallen Immortal Sword failed to complete its original mission, it was entrusted to the four great leaders of the righteous path by Bei Ming Long Yue and became the biggest trump card of the righteous path.

Normally, the Falling Immortal Sword requires the permission of the four great sect masters before it can be used, but there is already a sword immortal at the front line, so several sect masters left the Falling Immortal Sword in Linjiang City just in case, and entrusted the unsealed Taoist talisman to the remaining elders.

The demons in the sky were filled with storms of demonic energy of various colors, attacking like a dirty and turbulent tide.

The elders of the four major sects, led by Elder Hei Feng, each formed a seal and infused spiritual power to drive the holy sword.

The holy sword has no owner, but it has left behind a sword immortal and the spiritual essence of three refining masters. It can only be activated with the spiritual power of fellow practitioners.

"It's just an ownerless magic weapon, charge forward!"

Including the remaining seven leaders of the demonic sect, more than ten demon lords who had transformed into gods attacked at the same time.

Ten to four, the scales of victory are on this side!

All demon cultivators think so.

Until the Falling Immortal Sword in the air, like a long-sleeping ancient ferocious beast, awakened by the unusual movement.

The sword is swung.

The golden Zen light, the silver sword energy, the colorful flames, and the red maple elixir fragrance all burst out at the same time.

The golden light surged with Zen, igniting the bodies of several demons and disrupting their formation. Then the silver sword energy passed through the demons with overwhelming force, and the heroic spirit shed a large amount of blood and ink.

The colorful flames that followed exploded among the demons. The flames of the mythical beast Qilin contained auspicious Dao rhymes, and once entangled by it, it could be regarded as the nemesis of the demon cultivators.

The demon cultivators didn't even care about the limbs and arms that were cut off by the sword energy, and they scattered in a hurry, fearing that they would be caught off guard.

"Run......"

Unfortunately, a barely detectable strange fragrance has already permeated the atmosphere, like the scent of red leaves blown by an autumn breeze.

There is no essential difference between the Way of Alchemy and the Way of Poison.

By the time they reacted, the alchemy rhyme of Red Maple Valley had already invaded their bone marrow and paralyzed their bodies.

"Do not!"

"Master Demon Emperor, help!"

"Abandon your body and save your soul first......!"

The noise of the demons fell silent amid the bursting colorful flames.

The burning body and splattered blood mist poured down like a cruel and gorgeous firework show.

With just one strike, most of the ten demon leaders were killed, leaving only three or two who managed to escape in time as spirits, but they were too weak to fight again.

On the righteous side, the four elders had all their spiritual power drained out. They were pale, kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.

But everyone's face was filled with excitement.

"Amitabha, wonderful, wonderful!"

"It is indeed the Falling Immortal Sword! Just one strike has such power, far exceeding other divine weapons!"

"As long as I have enough spiritual power, I might be able to fight even the Demon Emperor!"

Elder Hei Feng didn't say anything, but he felt relieved in his heart as well.

Perhaps Xiao Wuyou had already guessed this result. There was no need to worry too much. As long as he used the Meteorite Sword flexibly, it would be enough to deal with the current evildoers!

Above the dark sky, the Demon Emperor’s expression turned grim.

In the past, he would not bother to use his own magic weapon to deal with a group of small gods, and would only order his subordinates to use their most powerful magic weapons to fight against them.

But now, he has neither the time nor the mood.

Just now, his patience was exhausted.

The Demon Emperor pulled out the Giant Slashing Sword from the void. In an instant, pitch-black thunder rumbled, as if celebrating the appearance of this peerless demonic weapon.

The Falling Immortal Sword instinctively sensed the danger and frantically drew spiritual energy from its surroundings.

The faces of the four people headed by Elder Hei Feng turned from pale to ashen, and their vitality dropped sharply.

"Quick! Quickly send spiritual power to the Falling Immortal Sword! This sword only needs four monks of the same origin to act as a trigger when it is activated. Now our spiritual power can also be used!"

Before Chisha Arhat could finish his words, a group of powerful gods had already taken action, sending their spiritual power into it without reservation.

With the Demon Emperor in front of them, they have no other choice.

"A bunch of ants!"

After a sneer, the Demon Emperor raised his giant scythe, and as if punishing the maggots under his feet, he casually drew out a blade of light.

Unstoppable and overwhelming, the dark demonic energy transformed into a condensed black thunder dragon and pierced through the sky.

In contrast, the Meteorite Sword directly shook the sword body, blooming the four kinds of Tao rhyme to the limit, and fiercely stabbed at the black thunder that attacked from mid-air.

The shock wave from the collision between the Demon Dragon and the Fallen Immortal's sword energy turned into a destructive force, spreading in all directions and almost razing the entire Linjiang City to the ground.

Every righteous deity had blood coming out of all seven orifices and was having difficulty breathing. Some even directly sacrificed their blood and essence without reservation.

The Falling Immortal Sword was indeed stimulated to its limit - if it were the Sword Immortal himself, the power of his sword energy would be about this level.

Unfortunately, victory or defeat among monks has never been determined by pure strength.

In just a few seconds, the dark evil energy quickly infected the sword like some kind of conscious evil spirit.

The golden light of Buddhism dimmed, the colorful unicorn shattered, and the faint fragrance of elixir dissipated into the air.

Even the sword light as bright as the moon was gradually devoured by the dark evil energy.

Also vanished was the hope of the righteous.

Thunder rumbled in the sky.

The giant sickle's blade exploded, and the two forces dissipated at the same time.

The difference is that this was just a casual attack by the Demon Emperor, but the Falling Immortal Sword had been eroded by the demonic energy, lost its spirituality, and fell to the ground.

All the righteous gods vomited blood and collapsed to the ground. Some even fainted directly. For a moment, no one could stand up.

Elder Hei Feng watched helplessly as the righteous path's greatest trump card fell in front of him. He was speechless and choked with tears. He lamented that he was incompetent and had let down the trust of the other sect leaders.

Chisha Luohan smiled bitterly, wondering how he could think that they could resist the evil energy that the Demon Emperor had cultivated for ten thousand years.

Even the Taoist Master Yin Yang could no longer raise any hope at this moment.

No matter what Xiao Wuyou wanted to do, it was too late.

The Demon Emperor, on the other hand, was unhappy and shocked.

"Hmph, a troublesome toy."

If it weren’t for the Falling Immortal Sword, how could he not be able to kill even one god?

To what extent will Bei Ming Long Yue hinder him?

However, this was the last time Bei Ming Long Yue would interfere with him. Thinking of this, the Demon Emperor felt relieved.

Apart from the Sword Immortal, who else in the world can stop him? !

The Demon Emperor dropped his scythe for the second time.

This time, the world was left with only pure darkness and raging black flames!

The group of righteous gods who had exhausted all their strength could not even escape and could only watch the desperate blow fall!

Until the loud cries of phoenix and roars of dragon tore apart the darkness.

Chapter 75: The Demon Emperor's Shame

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The evil spirit shattered and dissipated, the white clothes fluttered in the wind, and the phoenix and the thunder dragon danced together.

The sword god in white, holding two swords in his hands, stood alone in the air without fear, exuding an incomparably powerful presence, as if the demons in the sky could not cause the slightest ripple in his heart.