The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

"You dropped your sword."

Yang Li kindly reminded,

Only then did Tongtian react, and quickly picked up the Qingping sword.

This close-fitting sword has long had a sword spirit, and now it exudes a sad breath. I don't know why the master threw it on the ground.

"This sword, are you really using it to chop wood?"

The kendo saint couldn't suppress his shock and couldn't believe it, "Can I see this sword?"

"No problem." Yang Li said indifferently, and handed the sword to Tong Tian.

Before reaching out to touch it, Tongtian has already noticed that the sword body has a murderous aura permeating the sky, even surpassing the four swords of Jade Immortals. The killing aura of crazy destruction made him a saint.

Tong Tian didn't dare to be negligent, and after receiving it, he tightly grasped the handle of the firewood-chopping sword, as if grasping a sunken and destroyed universe.

kill kill kill!

extinguish extinguish!
Boundless evil thoughts were uncontrollable and emerged in Tongtian's mind.

The so-called saint is the realm of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, the Hunyuan is perfect, and all evils cannot invade.

But at this moment, Saint Tongtian was trembling all over, and he directly felt that the killing intent was rising, and he wanted to destroy the entire prehistoric world.

The saint's murderous intent was no small matter. At this moment, the sky was dark for hundreds of millions of miles, with dark clouds all over the sky, black wind gusts, and countless killing breaths permeated the air.

Down to insects, birds, fish and animals, up to Daluo Jinxian.

All the creatures' eyes went dark, and they only felt that the time of death was approaching.

Even in several mysterious and mysterious palaces, there were exclamations.

"Oops, this is the resurrection of the Supreme Demon Ancestor Rahu?!"

The head of the Three Purities, Taiqing Daode Tianzun opened his eyes, and there was a trace of fear in the eyes of Wannian Gujing Wubo. He realized that if this monstrous murderous intent gathered, he would definitely not be able to stop it!
Lao Tzu advocates the great way of doing nothing, and there is no wave or movement. Even if the world is turned upside down, it is difficult to arouse his reaction.

But the murderous aura was so terrifying that he couldn't help but think of the terrifying Demon Ancestor whose Master Hongjun almost died.

"Let's go to Zixiao Palace and ask Master."

With a thought in my mind, I went straight into the ancient and mysterious Zixiao Palace beyond the 33 layers of clouds.

At the same time, there are also several other streamers falling.

It is the other four saints.

"Why isn't the Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun here?"

In the end, Yuanshi Tianzun found out who was missing in the first place.

Lao Tzu's heart tightened, and the divination technique of the number one of the six sages started to work, only to find that Tong Tian was shrouded in boundless murderous intent, as if he was in danger, but he couldn't figure out the exact location .

"Master, the sky is in trouble, please rescue quickly."

His face changed color, and he said to the old man in the depths of Zixiao Palace.

It seems that Tongtian has been targeted!

Daozu Hongjun looked at the five sages who were faintly panicked, and stretched out his hand to smooth the jade plate of good fortune that was trembling slightly.

"It's okay, it's all right."

"Although this murderous intent is terrifying, it has no bloody aura. It is not a killing sword."

In the end, he has a profound knowledge and practice, and he deduced that the root of all this lies in a sword.

But the origin of the sword can't be calculated.

Did a certain sword bring it?
The Five Sages were astonished, and couldn't help thinking, could it be that Tongtian fused the four Zhuxian swords together?

No, this kind of murderous aura is definitely not comparable to the four Zhuxian swords!
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Holding the firewood chopping sword, Tong Tian felt that his wrist was trembling and his palm was burning, and he could hardly hold it. The sword might be thrown out of his hand at any time.

"I don't believe it anymore, I am a dignified saint, one of the Sanqing, the source of the great swordsmanship, and I can't even hold a sword!"

The more the chopping sword struggled, the more Tongtian suppressed it with all his strength, holding on to the handle of the sword tightly, not letting him escape.

Seeing Tong Tian's blushing face, Yang Li couldn't help but exclaimed:

"No way, buddy? You don't even have the strength to lift a sword? This thing is just chopping wood. It doesn't weigh more than ten catties."

When Tong Tian heard this, his nose almost crooked.

I fell for your big trick, and you still fooled me that this is a woodcutter?
This sword is too terrifying, especially the murderous intent, it is simply irresistible!
Are you still mocking me?
Tongtianjing Yang Li was agitated, his mind was unsteady, he suddenly felt the sword in his hand rising with great force, and wanted to fly away.

How could he be willing to hold on tightly.

But he didn't guard against it for a while, and he couldn't hold back his body anymore.

I saw the long sword whistling, and flew into the sky in an instant, driving the violent wind. At the same time, the saint who refused to let go held the sword handle and was also taken away. His hair was scattered in the air without caring about maintenance.

Yang Li was also taken aback. He saw Tong Tian flying up into the sky with his sword in his hand, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What a fool? Just cheat after touching the porcelain, and fly away with your firewood-chopping sword wrapped around it?"

He stared blankly at the empty sky, a little unable to believe what had just happened.

A cultivator who can set fire and even fly, cheated his own sword and flew away?
Who are these people!
Yang Li even regretted coming out to worship the immortal sect to learn immortal art.

This prehistoric immortal cultivator is too outrageous and desolate, he will grab everything.

In the future, if I learn to cultivate immortals, will I also change this kind of virtue?
When Yang Li doubted himself, Kunpeng's eyes widened, as if in a dream.

It is also a quasi-sage anyway, and it can be seen that the master's sword can't even hold a sage in the sky, and it was taken to the sky.

This is too scary, isn't it?
Shocked, it suddenly felt its back sink, but it was Yang Li who stood up.

"Little Hui, chase after me!"

"We must chase back that immortal cultivator who lied to me with the sword!"

Yang Li said angrily, feeling that his goodwill had been let down.

Mainly, I didn't expect that someone would miss the sword, which is not even good for chopping firewood.

Kunpeng listened to his master's instructions, and quickly flew up with his wings flashing. The speed was also extremely fast, but after chasing in the direction of Jianfei for a long time, there was no trace of Tongtian and Jian.

Not reconciled, Yang Li narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then took out his slingshot, wanting to aim a shot at a distance.

But at the moment when he was about to make a shot, he thought again, this is not good, after all, he is just a simple liar, and it seems a bit too much to kill him with a slingshot.

Forget it, let's follow up first.

Putting away the slingshot, Yang Li urged Kunpeng to fly away.

Tong Tian, ​​who didn't know how many times he was in the clouds, and who didn't know that he was almost hit by a slingshot, was gnashing his teeth, holding on to the hilt of his sword with both hands, but he refused to let go.

The exquisite kendo comprehension of the saint realm, constantly instilled in the sword body, wants to pass these, to tell the sword that just wants to escape, I reach the sky, and I am the supreme kendo!

Can you stop running?
Yang Li uses you to chop firewood, but you don't run away. I'm the leader of the Tongtian sect. As soon as I hold you, it's fine if you don't approve of me. You still despise me and plan to run away?

Tong Tian is determined today, and must hold on to this sword.

on the sky.

The clouds shattered and the sky cracked.

A long sword dragged the saint with his head covered and flew straight.

In the rear, there is Yang Li riding a bird, dotting it far away.

I don't know how long it will take to catch up.