Chapter 730 Who drew out the sword of our Lord?
Looking at the one coming from the sky, tens of thousands of cultivators in the square were sweating involuntarily under the terrifying pressure of a power system that transcended this world.
They all have a feeling that their whole body is weak and they want to lie down.
Too strong!
A slap shattered Lei Aotian into ashes. What kind of strength does this have? Let me ask, even that old lunatic with all his soul energy cannot do it, right?
What a fairy!
There is no doubt that this is a true immortal from the upper world.
Thinking of this, everyone was even more trembling with sweat.
Although the most powerful people in the lower realm, such as Xuanyuan God Demon and Lei Aotian, have reached the peak of Mahayana cultivation, virtual gods are still just virtual gods. As long as they have not officially ascended to the upper realm, they will never be immortal bodies.
Compared with the strongest virtual god, the difference between him and a true immortal is like an infinite step up the ladder. There is a huge difference in strength!
And the old madman should also be a powerful virtual god, but he is a super perverted version of the powerful virtual god. But even so, compared with the true immortal, there is always an infinite step up the ladder.
The powerful people in the lower realm fight like crazy, but for the true immortals in the upper realm, it is just a small fight.
"Meet the Immortal."
Everyone knelt down one after another, feeling sincere in their hearts.
The man showed no expression in front of everyone kneeling down, as if this was a matter of course, and asked coldly: "Who pulled out the sword of my lord, the Demon Emperor?"
"The Demon Emperor's sword?"
Everyone was at a loss.
They were not involved in the world above, and they had no idea who the Demon Emperor was, let alone what the Demon Emperor's sword was.
Those who came were from the upper realm of immortals and demons, and were the followers of the Demon Emperor, one of the Five Emperors.
War slave!
One hundred thousand years ago, in the world of immortals and demons, the Five Emperors fought for heaven. In that unprecedented battle, like Soul Emperor Mo Tianshang, Demon Emperor Chu Yan was also seriously injured in the end.
In that battle, his weapon Emperor Wrath was left behind in the lower world.
Not long ago, he sensed that someone had obtained the weapon left in the lower realm, so he ordered his war slave to go to the lower realm to find out who had drawn his sword and whether this person was worthy of using his sword.
"Who pulled out the sword of my lord the Demon Emperor?"
The war slave asked again, looking down at the tens of thousands of cultivators in the square as if he were a swarm of ants, and said in a domineering tone: "If no one answers again, don't blame me for imposing punishment again."
Everyone was stunned.
"The Immortal calms down."
A cultivator quickly asked respectfully: "I am Cai Zhiyin, the peak master of Tianji Peak of Ten Thousand Demons Sect. May I ask the Immortal what kind of sword you are talking about?"
As soon as the words were spoken, bang! The man was shot to pieces by the war slave with a random snap of his fingers.
Everyone was even more frightened.
There is no reason, it is unreasonable, and people are killed casually. In their eyes, mortals are like ants, and in the eyes of true immortals, they are also like ants.
At this moment, Zhan Nu was actually a little confused.
It stands to reason that with his Taoist and magical powers, he would be able to immediately feel where the knife is as soon as he comes to this world, but the strange thing is that he can't notice it at all at the moment.
However, the dignity and nobility of the true immortal in his upper realm, as well as the majesty that can dominate this realm, must be present.
He who knows, answers.
Those who donβt know are not worthy of asking.
It's that simple.
War slave, you can know it from his name. Human nature is often like this. The more humble a person is, the more cruel and ruthless they will be after they turn over. No matter how humble you were in the upper realm, you will be cruel and crazy when you come to the lower realm.
"Who took the Demon Emperor's sword?"
"Stand up, stand up quickly."
"Don't harm everyone."
Everyone panicked and looked around.
"Is this what you're talking about?"
A casual voice sounded, and tens of thousands of eyes looked at it, and then they were shocked, it was him!
I should have figured it was him.
Let me ask, besides him, who else can attract immortals to come here?
I saw a naked old man, with thick black gas coming out of his mouth when he smiled. He raised his hand, and a blood-red magic blade appeared in his hand.
As soon as this knife appeared, murderous aura surged in the space.
For a moment, this world seemed like a sea of ββblood was churning, as if there were endless bones piled higher than the sky between heaven and earth.
As soon as he saw this sword, a bright light flashed in Zhan Slave's eyes.
The Emperor's wrath!
This is the Demon Emperor's sword.
"The knife is indeed here."
The war slave who came under the order also breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he looked at Li Congxin condescendingly and frowned slightly. His cultivation...
I can't feel his realm at all, it seems to be too weak!
But immediately there was a hint of surprise on his face, but the image did not look like a weak cultivator at all, but like an old devil who traversed this world, with thick soul flames emanating from his seven orifices. It was obvious that he had just swallowed a The soul of a powerful cultivator.
How did he do it?
He must have extraordinary magical powers.
According to the wishes of his Lord Demon Emperor, find the person who drew the sword. If that person is not worthy of holding the sword, kill him!
If it matches, then support.
"It's a workable material."
Zhan Nu nodded slightly. After some observation, he felt that although Li Congxin was weak at the moment, he had potential that even he could not see through. match!
The most important thing is that there is no sign of backlash in Li Congxin's hand, which shows that this person has been recognized by the knife.
Little did he know that the knife had been suppressed by Li Congxin.
Thinking of this, the war slave said arrogantly: "Practice for a lifetime and work hard for thousands of years, but in the end, it is no match for a chance. You are very lucky. From today on, your path to heaven will begin here."
After saying that, he waved his hand gently, and two spiritual lights flew towards Li Congxin.
"I will grant you a fairy-grade technique and a third-grade fairy pill. Within a hundred years, you must pass the calamity and ascend to the upper realm. After ascending to the upper realm, go to the Demon Emperor Palace, kneel before the Demon Emperor, and follow the Demon Emperor in the future to start your life with unlimited prospects."
Looking at the two fairy lights flying to the ground, at this moment, everyone in the square's eyes lit up.
Envy.
Eyes full of desire.
The strong are the strong. Even if the real immortals come, they will immediately pay attention and give the technique and fairy pill without saying a word. The weak can only dare not even fart but still be killed in a muddle!
Everyone trembled in their hearts again.
Even the strongest virtual god can be devoured. This old guy is so perverted. What's going on now!
It's going to explode!
All of a sudden, there is envy, jealousy, and resentment in the heart that the sky is blind and hates injustice.
"Master, the immortal has blessed you."
"Master, please kneel down and thank me."
Seeing Xue Luohong's face full of surprise, Tao Yaoyao's face was full of admiration: "Master, you are really amazing."
Bai Mengyan also sincerely congratulated: "Congratulations, senior."
Li Congxin had no joy at all, but said unhappily: "Who are you looking down on?" Being given alms is like a beggar getting half a bowl of rice sticky with shit. Is this amazing?
The two immortal treasures fell into his hands, and he just glanced at them.
"What rubbish?"
"Pah!"
He spat on the immortal skill secret book and threw it to the crowd with a wave of his hand: "Whoever wants it can take it."
As a result, the secret book happened to be thrown at the feet of the Jile Patriarch. The Jile Patriarch was ecstatic. After living for 8,000 years, he finally encountered a good thing like a pie in the sky. Naturally, he reached out to pick it up, but he stopped immediately after touching it. Instead, the smile on his face froze, and he felt a chill running down his spine.
He didn't dare to pick it up.
