Chapter 581

"Now, do you still think my son is not qualified?"

In the Demon Sword Sect, Tang Xuan looked at Jian Feidao and the other two and said lightly.

Trembling!

Horrified!

Helpless!

Jian Feidao and the other two were sweating on their foreheads.

After witnessing Tang Xuan's earth-shaking power.

Their arrogance vanished.

"This elder is arrogant, please forgive me, senior!"

Jian Feidao stood up.

He bowed deeply.

He was respectful.

How about the Ancient Sword God's Mansion?

What about the top sword god?

Let alone Tang Xuan, even Tang Jue might not be able to defeat him.

Jian Feidao took out a token from his arms and held it carefully in his hand.

"Senior, this is the token of the Ancient Sword God's Mansion, please accept it!"

"With this order, anyone can enter and leave the Ancient Sword God's Mansion!"

Tang Xuan took the token and nodded.

"Well, I will definitely go to the Ancient Sword God's Mansion, but not now!"

He turned to Tang Jue and said, "Jue'er, you can go first!"

Tang Jue bowed and said, "Yes, father, when you go, there will be thousands of people welcoming you!"

Tang Xuan raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, very confident!"

Tang Jue's momentum was not inferior at all.

"Because I am your son!"

Tang Xuan laughed and then waved his hand.

"I like this tone!"

The two asked and answered, which shocked Jian Feidao and the other two again.

With Tang Jue's sword cultivation, once he entered the Ancient Sword God's Mansion, he must be treated according to the sword sequence.

It is conceivable that he will definitely set off a storm in the Ancient Sword God's Mansion.

And he has the support of a monster-level existence like Tang Xuan.

The future is immeasurable.

"By the way, you wait here for a few days. Your father is going to the Shen Ce Dynasty to get something for you as a farewell gift!"

Tang Xuan said.

The Demon Sword Ancestor once said that there are two sword energies sealed in Tang Jue's body, which cannot be completely integrated. Only the Shen Ce Dynasty's national treasure, the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, can integrate them to perfection.

Tang Xuan plans to go after the sword sacrifice ceremony.

Now is the time!

Jian Feidao was suddenly stunned.

"Shence Dynasty, is it the Shen Ce Dynasty that has the Hunyuan Golden Bowl?"

Tang Xuan smiled and said, "Why? You also know the Shen Ce Dynasty?"

Jian Feidao stroked his long beard with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Of course, because the Shen Ce Dynasty is a dynasty of immortals, how could this elder not know!"

"The Emperor of Shen Ce is a half-immortal, with a cultivation base that is terrifying! It is said that his daughter is a disciple of the Xian Hua Sect, a descendant of the Immortal Painting, and her painting skills have reached the point of shocking the world!"

Tang Xuan smiled.

"Elder Jian knows it very well!"

Jian Feidao took out an invitation from his arms and put it on the table.

"Princess Shen Ce is going to hold an exhibition recently and is calling on all the painters in the world to appreciate it. Our Ancient Sword God Mansion is also among the invited!"

"My main purpose of going down to the world this time is to go to the Shen Ce Dynasty. As for the Demon Sword Sect, I was just passing by!"

Speaking of this, Jian Feidao looked a little embarrassed.

Who would have thought that a sword sacrifice ceremony would cause such a big commotion.

Tang Xuan suddenly realized.

"I see!"

Jian Feidao said: "Senior, if you want to go, this elder will not dare to go. You should take this invitation!"

Tang Xuan smiled.

"No need, this is the invitation from the Ancient Sword God Mansion. I can't interfere!"

"Besides, I just want to get a Hunyuan Golden Bowl. I don't want to make too much noise!"

Jian Feidao's mouth twitched.

Just go get a Hunyuan Golden Bowl?

That thing is the national treasure of the Shen Ce Dynasty.

Not to mention taking it, even if you look at it, you may not show it to others.

Tang Xuan's tone is too arrogant.

If it were someone else, Jian Feidao would have left in a huff.

But Tang Xuan said.

He can definitely do it.

This is the embodiment of strength.

"In that case, then senior, I will go ahead and welcome you in the Shen Ce Dynasty!"

Jian Feidao stood up.

Then he said goodbye and left.

Tang Xuan turned to Tang Jue and said, "This battle will benefit your swordsmanship a lot. If you understand it well, you will definitely be able to reach a higher level. I can go to the Shen Ce Dynasty by myself!"

Tang Jue bowed: "Farewell, father!"

Tang Xuan waved his sleeves and disappeared in the clouds.

...

Mysterious place!

Chi Hui Ci Hang, Wei Yang Shu Sheng and Long Yin Zi stood side by side.

"The outer edge of the stone formation seal has been completely unlocked!"

"After a while, the sin ghost can completely unlock the seal!"

"By then, the Sin Prison will be completely under our control! The first one to be attacked is the Lord of the Rebellion!"

"Of course, I will sacrifice his life with bloodSoul, let him never reincarnate!"

Just when the three were chatting.

Two figures staggered and ran over.

When they ran in front of the three masters, they knelt down on the ground and gasped.

"Dan Qingsheng, Yan Xuzi? What are you doing! Where is Wujie Beihang?"

Weiyang Scholar frowned and looked unhappy.

Dan Qingsheng looked up with horror.

"Dead...dead...he's dead..."

As soon as these words came out, Chihui Cihang, Weiyang Scholar and Longyinzi all changed their expressions.

Wujie Beihang is the top master of Buddhism, with unfathomable strength, reaching the level of God King.

This level of cultivation is enough to walk sideways in the prison of sin.

What's more, he has the help of the Sin Karma Array.

Who else can kill him!

"What's going on? Who killed Wujie Beihang? Tell me clearly! "

Long Yinzi's face darkened.

Then Yan Xuzi stuttered and told what happened.

Chi Hui Ci Hang, Wei Yang Shu Sheng and Long Yinzi felt a chill on their backs.

"The Lord of Heaven, it's him again!"

"Damn it, I didn't expect his cultivation to be so terrifying!"

"Is there nothing that can kill him!"

Tang Xuan!

These two simple words weighed on the hearts of the three powerful men like a mountain.

Chi Hui Ci Hang chanted the Buddha's name.

"This man's strength is too terrifying, I'm afraid ordinary means can't erase him! There is still some time before the sinner is born, we must think of other ways!"

Wei Yang Shu Sheng gently touched his forehead, and then his eyes lit up.

"Got it! There is an immortal weapon in the Shen Ce Dynasty, called the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, which has its own immortal world. Even if the immortal world is trapped in it, there is only one way to perish! "

Long Yinzi frowned.

"But I heard that the Hunyuan Golden Bowl is the national treasure of the Shen Ce Dynasty. How can we get it!"

Weiyang scholar smiled.

"Don't worry, Princess Shen Ce loves painting and will hold an exhibition soon, and I am also good at painting!"

He took out a token from his arms and threw it to Dan Qingsheng.

"Go! Let the ink-splashing madman come out of retreat, it's time for him to contribute!"

As soon as the four words "ink-splashing madman" came out, Chihui Cihang's eyes shrank.

"Is he the third on the immortal painting list?"

Weiyang scholar smiled faintly.

"Yes, it's him. With him, he will definitely be able to surpass the others and win the favor of Princess Shen Ce, and then get the Hunyuan Golden Bowl!"

Chihui Cihang smiled.

"In this way, it will be foolproof! "

A fierce light flashed in Weiyang Scholar's eyes.

"Haha! Lord of Heaven, even though your martial arts skills are unmatched, you are still far behind in painting! Hahaha..."

The three masters laughed wildly together, as if they had seen Tang Xuan's desperate look.