Traveling through the heavens starting from the prequel of Lotus Lantern

"Xiaoqian, why are you crying?"

Suddenly, Ning Caichen saw tears streaming down Nie Xiaoqian's pretty face.

"I don't know what's going on, but the more familiar this place feels, the more I want to cry, and I can't control myself at all."

Nie Xiaoqian cried out sadly and panicked.

When the tears in her eyes fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the city began to tremble violently.

In a sword-making room in the city, a long sword was quietly inserted into the sword furnace.

Unexpectedly, a strange mist suddenly appeared, a raging fire suddenly burst into flames in the furnace, and the long sword began to emit a dark and frightening demonic energy.

Its finger-long broad blade began to glow with a layer of dark red magic light.

A man in black wearing a hooded windbreaker whose face could not be seen appeared in the sword-making room.

I saw the man in black pulling out his long sword with both hands and disappearing into a ball of black mist.

"What a powerful demonic energy, even stronger than the demonic energy in the Seven Nights Demon Lord."

Yan Chixia couldn't help but exclaimed in shock. He didn't dare to think that besides the spring of the underworld, there was anything else in the world that could emit such strong fluctuations of demonic energy.

"Beard, be careful, here we come."

Sima Sanniang reminded Yan Chixia.

Ning Caichen looked at the billowing demonic energy rising in the sky above the city, rushing towards him.

He also quickly pulled Nie Xiaoqian and hid behind Yan Chixia and others.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Xuanxin is rectifying the Dharma, Ji!"

Sima Sanniang made a gesture, golden light flashed, and seven or eight triangular formation flags suddenly appeared in her hand, and she threw it with all her strength.

A magic-sealing formation immediately trapped the overwhelming demonic energy that was about to hit him.

Suddenly, the formation flag shook violently involuntarily.

"No, bearded man."

Before Sima Sanniang could relax, she shouted solemnly.

After decades of fighting side by side, Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang have already connected with each other, not to mention that they are still husband and wife.

So, without any hesitation, he immediately took action with all his strength and cast spells on the cover circle.

After ten breaths, the two of them finished their work, and their legs and feet couldn't help but feel weak. Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian behind them quickly used their eyes and hands to support the two who seemed to be exhausted.

"Master Yan, how are you, Sanniang? Are you okay?" Nie Xiaoqian looked at the two of them worriedly.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that our previous injuries were not easy to heal. We just need to rest." Sima Sanniang waved her hand.

"Brother Qiye."

Nie Xiaoqian immediately asked Yang Jiao for help.

In an instant, before Yang Jiao could reply, a cloud of black mist merged into one, and the man in black who had appeared in the sword-making room suddenly appeared.

Before anyone could ask about his identity, the man in black silently slashed at the magic-sealing formation with his sword.

In the blink of an eye, the formation flags in the formation turned into powder, and the magic-sealing formation was broken.

Just when the man in black was charging towards him with a sword, Yan Hongye wanted to stop him, but Yang Jiao dodged and appeared in front of everyone.

He stared expressionlessly at the man in black in the distance without saying a word, but the hand holding the sword hilt could not stop trembling.

But it was the Yixi sword itself that seemed to have the urge to draw it out, as if it wanted to slash at the man in black facing him fiercely.

However, Yang Jiao knew in his heart that what Yixi Sword wanted to kill was only the long sword in the hand of the man in black.

The man in black looked at Yang Jiao who suddenly stood in front of him. For some reason, he also stayed not far away from both sides. The long sword in his hand could not help but tremble, and the dark red magic light on the sword became increasingly red.

"Groan!"

In the blink of an eye, two sword roars popped up, and two brilliant sword lights, one green and one red, met in the air.

"Bang bang!"

The violent collision shook the surrounding houses.

Both sides were knocked back and slid for more than ten feet by the aftermath of the sword light.

Yang Jiaoyi sheathed his sword, stood upright, and looked at the man in black holding the sword in both hands in the distance, seemingly uninjured.

He couldn't help but frown slightly, and some memory fragments appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, he suddenly understood that this was a memory from his past life that was awakened spontaneously after the collision with the man in black.

As for why these past life memories were suddenly awakened, it was naturally because the man in black in front of him, who seemed to be made of demonic energy, was his first life in another body.

One person is equivalent to another self.

It should be said that he is worthy of it, no matter which world he is in, he is always so extraordinary.

In modern society, extreme athletes are desperate to reach the top.

Although he died young in the main world, he was the first bloodline of gods and men in the three realms to come into the world.

In this world, not only is he the leader of the world's demons in this life, he was also a general who forged swords and threw them into the furnace in his previous life, transforming into a demon, and now he is the most powerful man who has reached the pinnacle.

Immediately, Yang Jiao ignored the memory fragments in his mind, but secretly estimated that with his current cultivation level, he did not expect that facing himself in the previous life, his strength would still be slightly inferior to him.

You must know that now, he has perfected his magic skills and can't make any progress. His sword-slaying skills are even more perfect.

It can be said that no one in the world is his enemy.

Yang Jiao then thought about it and realized that it was normal. The City without Tears was originally the home of Gan Jiang. Since he turned into a monster hundreds of years ago, he has continued to infect the City without Tears.

So much so that the entire city merged with him, turning them into man-eating demons.

Let anyone who sheds tears in the city without tears be killed by the demonized generals with swords.

Moreover, over the past few hundred years, even a pig has become a spirit, let alone a monster that has become a demon.

However, Yang Jiao was not very worried and was eager to continue fighting with Gan Jiang.

Because he found that during the fight with Ganjiang, the endless demonic energy in the Consciousness Sea Yuan Shen could not help but surge violently, and it seemed that he had been greatly stimulated.

Even the speed of absorbing the power of sorrow and sorrow from the outside world has been increased.

Somehow, he knew that the time was really coming for him to break through the barriers of the Demon Palace and take a step further in strength.

Therefore, he is also very happy to fight against his previous self.

Anyway, fighting with it can not only speed up your breakthrough time, but also be blessed by the power of sadness and sorrow from the City Without Tears, so that you are not afraid of loss.

Moreover, as time goes by and absorbs more and more negative energy in the city, the demonic energy in the general's body will inevitably decrease.

After all, the two have long been integrated into one, and the outcome is a foregone conclusion.

Why would he not use generals as tools to practice the art of slashing the sky and drawing the sword to perfection?

With his thoughts at this point, Yang Jiao drew his sword and dodged a few times towards the general.

In a trance, Yang Jiao seemed to have transformed into nine figures, surrounding the general from all directions.

"Groan!"

A series of sword lights came towards the general like a breeze blowing in his face.

However, this seemingly slow sword light was actually as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder, slashing at the general with a snap of his fingers.

Ganjiang couldn't avoid it. He made several movements in succession. He held the sword in both hands and shot out nine sword lights, trying to break them with force.

But he didn't expect that the nine sword lights he struck would offset Yang Jiao's sword lights.

The nine figures in the sky suddenly merged into one, and their true bodies were revealed directly behind the general.

"Groan!"

There was a cry of the sword, and before the sword was sheathed, the general was cut thirty feet away.

He thrust his sword deep into his face and knelt half on the ground to stop the force of the retreat.

A hollow wound stretched from Gan Jiang's shoulder to his waist.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again, seemingly unharmed.

However, Yang Jiao felt from the strength of the demonic energy on the general's body that his aura had become weaker.