Lord is the devil

At this time, the setting sun was standing in the attic near the mysterious cave and looking at it from a distance. Due to the appearance of the mysterious cave, nearby monks gathered here. It arose at this time.

"The plan was better than expected. No one noticed it. Even if someone found out, I secretly killed it." Because Pu Lao Zhantian and others have received countless energy restorations recently, their spirit bodies have become more real, and they have a new look.

That's right, this Dongfu inheritance plan was set up by the setting sun. Not only did he have to kill the seven great cultivators who transformed the gods, but he also had to restore several immortal artifacts. If the plan was successful, it would naturally last forever. Bundle.

"Is there any change in the seven great god transformation stages?" Setting Yang stood in front of the window, holding the window rail with his hand.

"Not yet, I'm still waiting and watching, but quite a few Nascent Soul Stages died in it, and a few treasures were acquired by them." Pu Lao said distressedly, he has always regarded himself as a housekeeper, helping the setting sun to take care of it inside and out. , he knows the whereabouts of every penny of spirit stones better than setting sun, in short, it hurts once less.

Can Yang was amused by his sour face, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "I don't want the child to be tied to the wolf."

"Although many Nascent Soul Stages have come here during this period, there has never been a single Stage of Transformation. The reason for this is that no one has ever obtained the Immortal Artifact, so they are still calm. Let Zhan Tian Find someone to play with first, pretending to be recognized as the master, after a while, they will not be able to sit still."

Wu Zheng is a lucky one, but at the same time he is unlucky. He was chosen by Zhan Tian, ​​and he fought day and night, so tired that he almost collapsed.

A few days later, the news of Wu Zheng's acquisition of the fairy artifact spread throughout the cultivation world, and everyone wanted to snatch his chance, but he had been hiding in the Qingfeng Mingyue Mansion, and would blindly hide when he encountered him occasionally. , if you encounter a weak one, you will kill it directly.

After he got the immortal weapon, the other gods who were healing their wounds finally couldn't sit still. You must know that although they have been transformed into gods for a long time, they have never been assisted by immortal weapons. , Almost all of the god transformation stage died under the thunder calamity. If there is no fairy weapon to advance and retreat together, who would dare to cross the calamity and ascend.

Originally, they could still sit still because they planned to go after their injuries and double their strength. Unfortunately, the fairy artifact was obtained by others. Who knows how many fairy artifacts are still in it. If there is only one, then they go Isn't it too late to return empty-handed?

With such a calculation in mind, the other god transformation stages actually joined forces to explore the Qingfeng Mingyue Mansion.

It was also because they were seriously injured and hadn't healed yet. If they died inside, it would be quite worthless. Although there are chances for several people together, their personal safety can still be guaranteed before encountering the fairy artifact.

As for the distribution of the immortal artifacts, let's wait until the last level is reached. The strength of the seven people will naturally multiply if they join forces, and it involves a wide range of things. They really broke through to the eighth level.

What is the eighth level?

No one knew that they were the first to break through the eighth level. The seven people worked hard and finally reached the eighth level, but saw a blank space, surrounded by white, only a small black snake nest in the middle of a table.

Elder Pu's figure appeared, "This test is all about luck, as we all know, all the smooth sailing for monks depends on luck.

Luck determines everything, the little snake in front of you is a luck beast, it only eats luck, and whether you can get the fairy artifact depends on your luck. "

"You have three incense sticks of time to think about whether to continue or take the rewards from the previous level and leave." Mr. Pu looked at them expressionlessly, and suddenly waved his hand, several golden lights appeared in front of him, and behind the golden light were several weapons. , which are the clock, the astrolabe, and the bow and arrow.

"These three celestial artifacts are the Nine Dragon Bell, the Mantian Astrolabe, and the Era Arrow."

When the seven people saw the fairy artifact, they choked for breath, and then it became a little bit more serious. They were very excited, "This is the fairy artifact? It must be mine."

"What do you want to do with all three?"

"If I really want to take it away, other people will definitely not want it, so I will kill them."

"Getting the fairy weapon will definitely double my strength, and I will definitely be able to kill other people in an instant. If they run away unfortunately, it will be worth the infamy."

"Birds die for food, and humans live for desire. This fairy artifact is mine. I will use the luck beast to kill them."

The seven people have different thoughts, and they are plotting others in their hearts.Little does he know that he is also being calculated, Xuanyou is a luck beast, not only eats death qi, but also eats luck, whoever's luck is eaten, then this person is like an egg that has been peeled off its shell, extremely fragile, just pinch it gently just broken.

Everyone thinks that they are people with great luck, and they will definitely get the fairy weapon. It is this kind of mentality that will be used by the setting sun.

There was a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of Pu Lao's mouth, which suddenly disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the setting sun, "Sure enough, as the master expected, these people fought together for the fairy artifact, and in the end only three people will survive, so that the master will have fewer competitors. "

The setting sun looked at the astrolabe all over the sky, and said silently, "Keep an eye on it, and bring their primordial spirits here."

"Yes." Pu Lao was very excited, he followed a bold master.

In Qingfengmingyue Mansion, Wuzheng was walking on a dark road, holding a torch in his hand to illuminate him. He was in a mess, covered in blood, and more importantly, exhausted.

Even so, the voice next to his ear still didn't let him go, "You will see the big hand later, the seven battles of the god transformation stage will eventually die in the hands of my master, hahahaha..."

Zhan Tian has not been idle along the way, and has been instilling in him the idea that my master is invincible. Although he disapproves, he still has a trace of curiosity about the master Zhan Tian said in his heart.

"What kind of person is he? Can Zhan Tian be so full of praise?" He decided to take a look.

"It's almost here, soon you will see my master." Zhan Tian was very excited, and after a while, he suddenly changed his words, "Here we are."

Maybe it was because he was about to meet his master, Zhan Tian's voice became a bit more serious, and Wu Zheng became nervous, what kind of big man is he?

A door appeared in front of him, he opened it, and inside was an ordinary house that couldn't be more ordinary, with a painting hanging in the direction of the door.

"Mountains and rain come with the wind, step on the snow to enjoy autumn and winter, and plum blossoms weep, it's only difficult to say two things." He couldn't help reading it, and suddenly he was deeply moved.

Zhan Tian was still babbling, saying how his master could see the mystery in it at a glance, "Boy, this is a good footwork. It is beneficial to learn it. Can you see the mystery?"

Wuzheng looked at it a few more times, and couldn't help shaking his head, "Forgive my poor eyesight, I can't see it."

The painting depicts the scene of stepping on the snow and looking for plum blossoms. There is no one on the snow, only a row of footprints. Walking in the mountains and forests, when the wind and snow blow, the footprints are shaky and illusory. "No one, where can I enjoy the snow?" He was puzzled.

"Do you also like this painting?" Suddenly, a magnetic and pleasant voice came, and Wu Zheng was taken aback. Because of the cool wind and bright moon, there were countless competitions, so he never dared to relax, and kept a high degree of vigilance at all times, but Unexpectedly, there was still someone walking behind him silently.

It was a young man with a jade-like face and a tall and straight figure. He was wearing a long gown with a clean face, and his black hair was casually draped behind his back.

"You are?" Wu Zheng looked at him suspiciously.

Setting Yang smiled indifferently, he raised his hand, the Demon Spear hanging on Wu Zheng's waist suddenly trembled, was attracted by his energy, and returned to his palm with a whoosh, Setting Yang's smile remained unchanged, "I thought you were looking for me. "

Wuzheng was even more shocked, "You are the master of Zhan Tian, ​​and also the master of this plan?"

Setting Yang smiled even more, "That's right."

"I know this secret, will you kill me?" Wu Zheng was a little worried.

"No, you are the witness of this plan. In the future, everything here will be revealed by you. Of course, it is also possible that I die here, and you will inherit all my inheritance."

Wuzheng was even more worried, "What condition do you have that requires me to avenge you?"

"No, I don't need your revenge. I kill people today, and kill them tomorrow. It's just right and proper. They died at my hands because they were inferior to others, and when I died at their hands, it was because my skills were inferior to others. Why bother?" If you blame others, since you don't complain, why should you take revenge?" Setting Yang's tone was unwavering, as if he was talking about a normal thing.

Wu Zheng can't understand this kind of strong man's concept for the time being. If he is beaten to death, he will naturally have revenge. No matter what the reason is, this is human nature. However, someone told him that this is natural and normal. , is a matter of course.

Why bother to complain, why should revenge come back, only blame yourself for being inferior to others.

"Come and play a game of chess with me!" Setting Yang suddenly asked, Wu Zheng couldn't refuse, standing in front of him was a peerless, unparalleled strong man, who had nothing to do with cultivation or status, but with a strong heart and a strong heart. That's really powerful.

Otherwise, even if you have invincible power, but you are afraid of your hands and feet, afraid of what to do, for fear that others will harm you, then you are not as comfortable as an ordinary person.

Wu Zheng sat on the chair that the setting sun had prepared for him, and he still couldn't remember it. To be honest, he was a little nervous and his palms were sweaty.

The jades knocked on the jade plate smoothly under the setting sun, but the sound of the pearls and jades colliding made Wuzheng more and more nervous.

Mr. Pu came over from time to time to report the situation outside, "As the Lord expected, they have already fought among themselves and died for a period of transformation. I saw the right time and snatched his primordial spirit and handed it over to Dan'er Jinghua. , it may take some time."

After a while, he appeared again, "He died for another stage of transformation, and the primordial spirit was handed over to Dan'er. Bao'er is helping him, and the Lord is waiting."

It didn't take long for him to appear again, "My lord, it's not good, one of them has noticed something abnormal, and he can't flinch at this time, and has plans to escape."

The chess piece in Setting Yang's hand paused for a moment, then continued to put it down again.

"Being in the game, he can see the situation clearly, so he is considered a smart person, but he doesn't understand that it is easy to enter the game, and it is not easy to get out." In the palm of the setting sun, there is something extra in the palm of his hand. His whole body is black and shiny, and his breath is strong. It is a demon gun. People have already got an immortal artifact, if they get another one, what do you think other people will think?"

"We will combine them, kill him first, and then divide the immortal weapon in his hand." Wu Zheng said in a shocking voice. With a single trick, the seven great transformation gods will fight each other, and die in a foreign land. Even if they know it is a conspiracy, He also couldn't hold back the desire in his heart, this person is so powerful, he really has such a good method, he was amazed in his heart.

"If I were half of him, I would have been promoted to a fairy long ago. Unfortunately, I have lived most of my life, and I am not as good as a doll in my twenties."

"Brother Wuzheng, it's your turn." After another blow, Setting Yang looked at him with a smile.

Wuzheng was sweating on his forehead, and looked at him in surprise. His chess pieces were surrounded, and he couldn't escape no matter where he went. Live in the net, trapped in the net to do battle of beasts.

"Unexpected, unexpected that such a young person can actually play such a chess." He sighed deeply, the chess piece in his hand landed here, and it didn't land there. When he was very entangled, he finally bowed his head and gave up in frustration, " I lost."

Raising his head again, he suddenly found that there was nothing on the opposite side, the figure of the setting sun disappeared without a trace, only that confident smile remained in Wu Zheng's heart forever.

Some people are like this, even with a frown and a smile, they are so eye-catching.

Wuzheng got up to look for him, he didn't know why he was still looking for him, obviously at this time he should run away, although the man said to let him go, who knows what kind of actions, after all, he arranged this people who plan.

Wuzheng walked a few steps, and suddenly heard the sound of fighting in front of him, he quickly hid, looked for a corner, and saw a stunning scene.

The setting sun is dressed in white clothes, standing on the high steps, like a king who is the only one I respect, with a noble and elegant atmosphere.

"You guys are finally here." He turned around slowly, shaking his Xiaoyao fan lightly, very romantic.

Under the steps, there were three figures in distress. They each held a fairy artifact in their hands, and the one in the middle held two pieces. They were all excellent monks who stood out from the fighting, and whether the others were eliminated by them.

"Qi Ling said that there is a fairy weapon here that is comparable to the magic sword. Where is it? Could it be taken away by you?" one of the three said.

The setting sun smiled, "At this time, you are still thinking about the fairy artifact, it seems that you really deserve to die."

"You, presumptuous." The man became angry with embarrassment, "It doesn't matter if you have a fairy artifact, the three of us have it too, everyone, that fairy artifact comparable to a magic sword must have fallen into his hands, and only three of us join hands. Get rid of him, and fight on your own to get the fairy weapon comparable to the magic sword, what do you think?"

"I have no opinion."

"Your cultivation base is the highest, what you say, we will do it."

The three of them made up their minds and rushed towards the setting sun together.

The setting sun smiled even more.

"What are you laughing at? You only have one, but we have three, plus three immortal artifacts, which is equivalent to dealing with one of six god transformation stages, and you are still in the mood to laugh."

"Hahahahahaha..." Setting Yang's smile was almost unstoppable, and it took a long time before he stopped laughing, "I laugh at you for being stupid, you don't know how to repent when you die."

Suddenly, the celestial artifacts in the hands of the three people blazed brightly, and they fiercely attacked their masters, that is, the three god-forming stages. The distance was extremely close, and it was a sneak attack. The three god-forming stages were caught off guard, and there was still time to resist , Three golden lights hit, bang bang bang, after three loud bangs, the three transformation stages fell out and smashed on the formation in embarrassment, the formation flashed with golden light, and a stinging pain burned.

The three of them at the transformation stage found that they couldn't move. Not only that, their souls flew out, their consciousness was still there, and they could sense what happened around them. What surprised them was that their bodies had been refined into a whole body. A stream of blood flowed into the gaps in the formation.

Before they could react, a tyrannical divine sense swept over them, wiping out the consciousness of the three of them. So far, the seven god-turning stages were all dead, and only six paths were needed to transform the setting sun into an infant. The addition of one was a surprise, and it could be consolidated. Xiuwei.

A group of spirits appeared and surrounded them happily, "We succeeded, we succeeded."

"No, not yet." The setting sun was not optimistic. He frowned as he watched the uninvited guest rushing in quickly in the sky full of star disk formations. Chopped.

Magic sword.

Liu Wanjun also came.

"Tell Dan'er to refine the remaining three primordial spirits quickly, and I want to transform into babies as soon as possible." Setting Yang looked in the direction of the magic sword with gloomy eyes.

On the other side, Liu Wanjun strolled around the courtyard to Qingfengmingyue. The general care during this period made him look much better, and he had more time to walk around.

Qingfengmingyue, as the most controversial place besides the magic sword, naturally attracted much attention. He also realized that he was too poor, so he wanted to get some spiritual stones and flowers. Although it was something outside his body, it was better than nothing.

Along the way, his complexion became more and more dignified. When he first came to Qingfengmingyue, he had a very familiar aura of this place. After entering, this feeling became stronger, and he almost confirmed his thoughts along the way.

The six paths are fellow practitioners, and the six paths are all exercises practiced by the master, and the techniques of refining tools and alchemy are also so familiar.

In his mind, he was almost certain to be the master. The wind and the moon were huge, showing a circle, and suddenly there was thunder and lightning in the center.

When he finally arrived, the lightning and thunder stopped, and there stood a young man in white clothes in the middle of the snow, with a jade-like face and a tall and straight figure.

"Master..." He whispered softly, the voice was so small that he could barely hear it.

Setting Yang turned to look at him, "Are you also here to grab the fairy artifact?"

The brim of the Demon Sword Lord's hat was pulled lower, "It was originally, but it is not now."

"Oh?" Setting Yang became curious, "You didn't come to grab the fairy artifact, so what are you still doing here?"

"I want to prove it to someone." The master of the magic sword didn't explain too much. He pulled out the sword on his back, and the magic sword emitted a faint blue light, which came out through the scabbard. Countless tiny sword energy was attached to the blade The surroundings are about to move, and the sound of magic is rolling, like the temptation of a devil, tempting to commit crimes. "I'm already capable."

Sure enough, when people have energy, their ambitions will also grow.

"Okay, since you want to try, then give it a try." Setting Yang sneered.

Wu Zheng, who was hiding in the distance, felt that the aura around the two of them was suddenly dangerous and murderous, "These two are going to fight."

One is the Lord of the Devil Sword with a fierce reputation, and the other is the setting sun who has just passed the thunder tribulation and is in a weak state. Who will win?

Wu Zheng doesn't know, but he can guess, he doesn't know the details of the Demon Sword Lord, let alone the setting sun, but he can judge based on the strength of breath, the level of means, and past events.

A few days ago, the Lord of the Demon Sword killed people indiscriminately in the Demon Ridge. The people he killed were of all ranks, including Jindan and Foundation Establishment, but he did not have the stage of transforming gods. Although he wounded seven During the period of transformation into gods, but in the end they failed to keep them, and he was seriously injured.

But the setting sun did it, even though it was a means, but it took no effort to get rid of the seven god transformation stages, and even directed this internal strife, letting several god transformation stages die in their own hands, which can be described as ironic. From a point of view, the setting sun is slightly better.But at the same time, it is difficult to judge whether he is true or false, after all, he did not exert all his strength at all, and he still has a hole card.

The only thing that Wu Zheng can be sure of is that the setting sun was injured when Du Leijie was conceived. I am afraid that it is not the opponent of the Demon Sword Master.

Although we only know each other for a day, Wu Zheng knows the setting sun very well. If such a proud person loses, he may hurt his heart.

"What should I do?" Seeing that the fight between the two became more and more intense, from the initial temptation to the real fire, the moves were also full of murderous aura, and they would be seriously injured if they were not careful, but the two were on the same level of cultivation.

"I can't get in at all." Wu Zheng found out sadly.

It is rumored that the master of the magic sword is not as good as Yuanying, but he did not expect to improve so fast. At this time, he can already compete against the setting sun without relying on the power of the magic sword, which can be seen.

The magic sword has not been unsheathed, and the setting sun has not exerted its full strength.

"Draw out your sword, I don't want to waste time with a trash." Setting Yang looked at him sharply.

The master of the magic sword choked when he heard the word 'waste', he breathed a little harder, almost uncontrollable and about to lose control, but fortunately he calmed down in time.

"As you wish." He put his hand on the newly made scabbard, moved his fingers slightly, the magic sword was exposed, and the blue light was shining.

Ding!The scabbard made of heavy iron was thrown on the ground by him, and it collided with the marble on the ground, making a sound.The magic sword was completely unsheathed, and the blade seemed to be excited and trembling, which was the feeling of bloodthirsty.

The magic sword was radiant, Xiaoyao opened and closed several times, the two collided again, Wu Zheng was dazzled, the speed of the two was too fast, he had a hard time watching.

Suddenly, the entire Qingfengmingyue Mansion moved, first in a small way, then in a big way, and finally the whole Qingfengmingyue was lifted up by a hand as white as jade.

The place connected to the ground looks like a layer of skin has been peeled off alive.

The cassock on Setting Yang's body changed into a Taoist robe full of stars. The wide sleeves moved without wind, and the stars lit up all over his body, outlining beautiful colors.

There is a big clock on the left and right sides of him, the clock is as tall as a person, and when he struck out with a palm, the clock made a dull and heavy sound, nine dragons and phoenixes flew out from the clock, turned into supernatural powers, and killed the Lord of the Demon Sword.

The dragon and phoenix are auspicious, the dragon belongs to yang, and the wind belongs to yin. It is the combination of yin and yang, and the power is multiplied.

"Sword cuts mountains and rivers!" Liu Wanjun yelled loudly, the body of the magic sword suddenly swelled several times, it was as tall as a person, and the sword energy was fully displayed, it was more than two meters high, and everything it passed was indestructible. Nothing is destroyed.

The two supernatural powers collided, making a huge sound, the wheel was sharp, the age, the body, Jiulong Jiufeng was a rising star after all, so naturally he was invincible, but now it is not Shangxu who is holding the magic sword, but Liu Wanjun.

But the one who controlled the Nine Dragons and Nine Phoenixes was the setting sun, its original owner, so this attack was a draw.

However, the setting sun didn't give up, he flipped his palm, and there was something extra in his hand, an inch of Jiangshan.

Within an inch of the country, the phantom of the setting sun, as high as a thousand feet, is as high as a god, with eyes that control their life and death, "From now on, I am your god, you can either believe in me or die."