Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 158: The brilliance of that 1 sword

The Baiyue Demon Race is a very old demon race. They are not single monsters, but a group of tens to hundreds gathered together. They are born with great power and more magical powers. Few people in the Western Wilderness dared to provoke them. Every time the moon was full, they would transform into a great ape and bloodbath the surrounding creatures.

They look like human races, but they have more tails, and they won't go through the thunder and tribulation.

In the oldest legend, countless years ago, people also had tails, and they had the blood of the White Moon Monster Race, but countless years later, the bloodline had faded. But on the night of the full moon, the human race will still have different emotions, perhaps because of the influence of that trace of blood.

The scariest part of this White Moon Demon Race is that there is a faint blood mark on the eyebrows, as if human eyes are closed. That only the king of the Baiyue Demon Race possesses the characteristics.

She suddenly felt that Chen Jianmei killed countless monsters in the Western Wilderness, and once killed a King of the White Moon Monster Race.

Every King of the White Moon Demon Race is at least the cultivation base of the Pill Returning Realm.

Those who are gifted are able to cultivate to the point where the Taoist parents give birth to real human beings, and even the supreme one among the demons-the Great Sage. The king of the White Moon Demon Race who was beheaded by her master was almost a fairy Buddha, and it was terrifying to the extreme.

That time was also a battle where Master rarely got in danger. Fortunately, Master won. Since then, she felt that Master was a little different. It was not until she saw Master Shen Lian that she knew that it was immortal. breath.

It's just that the uncle master has completely entered the immortal way, but the master is still a bit close.

This king of the White Moon Demon Race must be here for revenge.

He opened his mouth and said: "The woman told me how bad Chen Jianmei was, and I will spare your life."

This person's words made Fang Yanying's guess again.

She was a little frightened, but she thought of Shen Lian, and thought of the face carved by the master's uncle Ruyu. She was calm and calm, and her heart settled down.

"If someone obstructs your way here, don't panic, but hold this sword talisman and cut the person coming." Not long ago, the gentle words of Uncle Master echoed in my ears.

There is an extra sword charm in her hand, and that sword charm seems to have endless power poured into her body, making her a kind of invincible confidence. At this moment, she thought of Master, in how many nights and moons, slaying demons and eliminating demons, the mortal swordsmanship, lonely sword intent, came out of memory.

The new king of the Baiyue Demon Race couldn't help frowning. His father died five years ago by Chen Jianmei's sword. At that time, he was hiding in the clan, only to see the impossibly arrogant sword fairy, stepping on the moon, and fighting his father in the white clouds on the top of the mountain.

The invincible father in Jilai's heart, left him forever that night.

The deepest picture in his heart was not the dead silence in his eyes when his father's head was cut off by a ray of sword light and abandoned high in the air. But after Chen Jianmei took his sword into its sheath, he gave him a light look.

Even though it was far away, he knew Chen Jianmei was watching him.

The look in his eyes, like looking at the grass, was extraordinarily indifferent, and it deeply hurt his proud heart.

He rushed out of the tribe’s guard and said loudly: "I will avenge my father."

But if the person didn't hear about it, he didn't care about him at all.

He understood what Chen Jianmei meant. This peerless sword fairy didn't put him in his eyes at all, even if he was the son of an enemy.

When the old king of the Baiyue Demon Race died, he became the new king and gained the inheritance of the family. He made rapid progress like his father before. He quickly regained the territory occupied by other demon races and declared the new The king is powerful.

But he still has a thorn in his heart, that is Chen Jianmei. He knows that although he is very powerful, he is not as good as his father, let alone Chen Jianmei. He even fears in his heart, one day he will be as strong as his father , Will attract Chen Jianmei, let him end up like his father.

This almost became his nightmare, and his practice began to stagnate. Even when he fought with another Demon King, he found that his mana was better than the opponent, but it took a long time to defeat the opponent.

He began to panic and killed more ordinary monsters and humans to soothe the fear in his heart.

But he knew that if Chen Jianmei was not killed, his fear would never be cleared.

A few days ago, he finally got the news that Chen Jianmei was defeated by a stronger figure and was seriously injured.

But he was still very scared and didn't dare to go straight up the mountain.

At the same time, he is also aware that there are many people or demons hiding around, and none of them have a view of killing, because no one is sure how bad Chen Jianmei's injuries are.

They are all waiting for an opportunity, waiting for someone to come forward, to test the reality.

But he didn't quite know that these people or demons were not only concerned about Chen Jianmei, but also about the Immortal Sect behind Chen Jianmei-Qing Xuan, and Chen Jianmei has a stronger junior than him.

This woman who came out of the concept of killing has attracted the attention of many people, including him.

It wasn't until he was far away from the mountain that he finally couldn't help but start~IndoMTL.com~ But the woman in front of him gave him a strange feeling at this time, which made him a little scared.

It wasn't because she broke his murderous intent.

The breath of the woman at this time gave him a feeling of seeing Chen Jianmei at the beginning, faint and terrifying.

But he clearly knows that the opponent's strength is not much superior compared to the countless monsters he has killed.

He thought it was because of his long-term fear that interfered with his judgment.

He was angry and decided to teach her a lesson first.

So he immediately opened the bloodstain on his eyebrows, and a blood-red light passed towards Fang Yanying.

This line of blood light once cut off a flying sword that a monk had practiced for hundreds of years. It was a flying sword forged by ten thousand years of cold iron.

He just wanted to cut off her arm holding the sword charm at a very fast speed, so that she could not resist.

At the moment the blood glow emitted, Fang Yanying was fearless, and the sword talisman in her hand trembled, transforming into a sword light.

The brilliance of this sword cannot be described, and it even surpassed Fang Yanying's imagination.

The sword light is like a Tianhe across the sky, surging endlessly.

When this long river of sword energy was stimulated, the turbulent waves hit the shore and the rocks became dust. Nothing in the world could stop this sword.

The vast wilderness in front of her has disappeared, there is no vegetation, no blood, and no king of the white moon demon clan. The land in front of her is flat and smooth, coldly reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun.

The land has become clean and neat.

And all of this was caused by the sword talisman issued by her uncle.

That's not the power her master gave the sword talisman to.

She looked at the sword talisman with a face full of disbelief, but she didn't know that many secretly peeping gazes retracted from her, and quietly walked away, but there was still a noise in the void, as if as evidence, they slipped away It's very urgent.

(To be continued.)