Chapter 143: Being angered and fighting against the Void Heaven Realm
“This is the Demon Realm.”
Gu Yuanqing stared blankly at the two-headed dragon in the clouds.
That Zhou Bo was a monk in the Shentai realm. If he were in the floating world, he would be the same as Ji Qingyun. But in an instant, he died.
The reason is that a demon snake was killed in this mountain, and this snake happened to have a background.
There was no big monster around. The monsters on the ground felt the aura and crawled to the ground or went into caves, not daring to make any overstep.
After a while, the double-headed dragon calmed down its breath. A strong wind blew by, and it disappeared into the clouds and quickly disappeared.
"The young man who died seems to be the grandson of the sword master of the Beilong Sword Sect. It is said that there are also major practitioners in the Xutian Realm among this sword sect. I am afraid this matter will not end here. However, these It has nothing to do with me. Disputes between humans and monsters are extremely common in this world."
Gu Yuanqing withdrew his gaze and looked at Beiquan Mountain thoughtfully.
“The human monks just passed by and discovered Beiquan Mountain that day. Several people who came today can easily identify that this mountain is owned by human monks. I need to find a way to hide it, otherwise it will be hidden among these hundreds of thousands of mountains. Among them, a mountain of human monks is still too conspicuous.”
For him, what he wants now is not to be disturbed and to be able to practice with peace of mind, but such a simple request seems like a luxury.
He walked around the mountains and gave some guidance to Aunt Feng.
When I returned to my courtyard, my heart skipped a beat.
Looking up into the distance, I saw a sword light coming from a distance, staying in the sky where the battle just happened, and then falling down.
This place is about seventy miles away from Gu Yuanqing. Gu Yuanqing's spiritual will cannot reach it, but he can see some if he uses the eye movement technique, but he doesn't want to do that.
Chang Beilong, the leader of the Beilong Sword Sect, stood on the ground with a gloomy face. He raised his hand and several fragments of the long sword fell into his hand. He could easily identify the sword as the Shuiyun Sword he gave to Chang Ze personally.
There is also the aura of swordsmanship belonging to the Beilong Sword Sect that remains here, indicating that his grandsons Changze and Zhou Qing died here.
He took a few steps and saw several corpses in the mountains. He raised his hand and a few tokens fell into his hands. He suddenly waved his hand and lifted up a huge boulder, revealing a charred body. Come.
He raised his hand to capture it, and injected a stream of demonic energy into it.
After a while, the sound of moaning came out.
"Tell me, who is it?" Chang Beilong said indifferently.
"Double... heads... dragon, sword... Lord... save me." The man's voice was broken, hoarse and weak.
"Tell me what happened." Chang Beilong looked indifferent.
"My subordinates followed the young master...
After a while, the man told the story intermittently, but his breath became weaker and weaker. Perhaps it was because of his flashback that he stretched out his hand and grasped Chang tightly. Beilong's boots
He said in a pleading tone: "My subordinates... have tried their best. Sword Master save me."
Chang Beilong just said lightly: "Ze'er is already dead, why are you still alive?"
The man's charred face became ferocious, and his scorched eyes suddenly widened.
A sword energy passed by, and the man who was lucky enough to escape from the double-headed dragon died.
The long sword flew out of the scabbard on Chang Beilong's back. He kicked away the hand that was holding on to his boots, raised it with one step, stood on the long sword, and turned into a sword light and flew away.
When he was in the air, he looked back at Beiquan Mountain.
Gu Yuanqing felt a killing intent coming towards Beiquan Mountain, and frowned slightly as he watched the sword light go away.
“It’s really baffling!”
Gu Yuanqing shook his head and returned to the courtyard to continue practicing.
Not long after, a faint roaring sound was heard in the distance.
Half an hour later, two dragon-like sounds came.
After a while, a ray of light returned along the original path, and suddenly stopped when it came to the vicinity of Beiquan Mountain. A somewhat embarrassed Chang Beilong stood on the sword, with a gloomy face, he raised his hand and made a stroke, Baizhang. The sword light fell out of thin air.
Gu Yuanqing felt something in his heart. He had already finished his work and stood up. With a cold snort, he mobilized the power of Beiquan Mountain to resolve the sword light.
Chang Beilong raised his eyebrows and struck with two sword lights using his fingers as swords.
While Gu Yuanqing dissolved the sword energy, he swept to the top of the mountain in one step, and the clouds dispersed: "There is no injustice, no enmity, but your Excellency went too far."
Chang Beilong stared at Gu Yuanqing and said in a cold tone: "We are all from the human race, why don't you allow people from my Beilong Sword Sect to enter the mountain? Why don't you come to save the monsters when they kill people?"
Gu Yuanqing is a little confused. He laughed angrily: "Your Excellency, you can't kill the two-headed python, but you are venting your anger on me?"< br>
When Chang Beilong heard this, he seemed to be irritated: "You really saw that monster killing my grandson! Well, if he dies, you can be buried with him!"
< br>As he spoke, the long sword flew out from under his feet. He squeezed it firmly, and the long sword grew larger and became more than a hundred feet long.
The sword energy soared into the sky, tearing apart all the surrounding clouds and mist. As he roared angrily, the giant sword fell towards Beiquan Mountain, as if it wanted to cut apart the mountain as well.
Gu Yuanqing was also a little angry: "What does your grandson's death have to do with me? If you want to vent your anger on me, you have found the wrong person!"
Gu Yuanqing, who was called to his door for no reason, could not suppress his emotions. The Heavenly Human Temple was a behemoth and could only endure, but who was the Beilong Sword Sect?
Can you kill people wantonly by maintaining your cultivation in the Void Heaven Realm?
Gu Yuanqing, who had already merged with the power of Beiquan Mountain, had a stern look on his face. He raised his hand to control Beiquan Mountain's power, turning it into a giant palm and taking it towards the long sword. The two forces collided in the air, bursting out with bright light, covering up the light of the scorching sun in the sky.
The strong wind whipped up, causing the trees in the surrounding mountains to fall down one after another, and countless monsters fled in all directions.
The animals in Beiquan Mountain were also scared and hid.
Chang Beilong felt even more angry when he felt Gu Yuanqing's power, thinking that if this man rescued him, his grandson would not die.
Thinking of the two sons who were killed thirty years ago, this grandson became the favorite one. On weekdays, monks from the altar were specially arranged to protect him when traveling, but today he died.
He couldn't defeat the two-headed dragon and returned in embarrassment, focusing all his resentment and anger on Gu Yuanqing.
As the skill was activated, the demonic flames on his body erupted. With a turn of the sword finger, the hundred-foot giant sword suddenly became smaller. It separated from the palm transformed from Beiquan Mountain, drew a circle in the air, and stabbed straight down from mid-air. Every time it went down, After one foot, the long sword became three points larger, and in the blink of an eye it was a hundred feet long.
The magic flame ignited on the sword, and then turned into the shape of a giant dragon, biting towards the top of the mountain where Gu Yuanqing was.
Gu Yuanqing felt that the space in the dragon's mouth began to collapse, and he knew in his heart that this was already the power of the Void Heaven Realm.
He did not dare to underestimate it, and took a deep breath. The shadow of the green mountain appeared on his body, and quickly grew in size. Finally, Beiquan Mountain merged into one, entering a deep state of unity between man and mountain.
He also squeezed the sword technique, and the demon-subduing sword flew out from the storage bag, and the true essence was poured into it. The sword quickly grew in size. In the blink of an eye, the sword was already dozens of feet in size. On the sword body, the crystal sword light glowed, and boundless power exuded.
With a thought, the sword flew upwards, and the power of Beiquan Mountain also blessed it.
Now that this sword has been warmed up, Gu Yuanqing's spiritual thoughts are becoming more and more consistent with it. These weights no longer weigh on his spiritual thoughts, and the more he understands it, the more extraordinary he feels about this sword.
Chang Beilong sneered in his heart. The man in front of him was actually a swordsman, but he was going the wrong way when fighting swords.
His sword is called the Taixu Dragon Demon Sword. He spent half his life savings in exchange for obtaining various rare materials and refining it with the blood of the demon dragon. It has become a top-grade magic weapon, although it is still only a virtual sword. The treasure of heaven can wait until he becomes a heavenly being and can be tempered by the laws of heaven and man before he can become a treasure of heavenly beings.
He dared to break into the Hundred Thousand Mountains and fight a two-headed dragon. This sword was his staff. Even if he was defeated, he still almost beheaded a dragon.
Chang Beilong snorted coldly, activated his skills again, and put all his strength on the sword, preparing to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.
In the blink of an eye, the two swords touched each other.
Chang Beilong's expression suddenly changed. He only felt that the demonic energy on the tip of his sword was slightly stagnant, and the power of the sword's moves was greatly reduced. The Taixu Demonic Dragon Sword lost the blessing of demonic energy, and the true sword on the sword The formation also stagnated for a moment.
This is a time of head-to-head confrontation. The sword that has lost all blessings can only rely on its texture to collide with the opponent's long sword. The result is self-evident.
I saw the dragon's head shattered inch by inch, and the sword shattered on the spot in the blink of an eye.
He felt a pain in his heart, more painful than the death of his grandson!
But now there is no time to think about anything else. Gu Yuanqing turned his sword finger, and the demon-subduing sword was already heading towards Chang Beilong with the blessing of the power of Beiquan Mountain, as fast as lightning.
The sword shattered, Chang Beilong's mind was damaged, and his reaction was half a beat too slow. He had no time to retreat, so he had to slap his waist, and several more long swords flew out. These swords were warm to him every day. After raising it, he can control it and fight immediately, but compared with the Taixu Dragon Demonic Sword, it is still far behind.
And he immediately discovered that the attacking sword was wrong, and hundreds of sword shadows appeared around him.
“This is not an ordinary swordsmanship, but a sword formation! A formation can be formed with one sword. Which famous sword is this?”
His face changed drastically, and he calmed down and controlled the sword to deal with it, while at the same time his body continued to retreat.
But he immediately understood why his Taixu Dragon Demonic Sword suddenly had problems.
As the sword formation enveloped him, a green mountain also suppressed it. All the demonic energy in his body was affected, and the long swords he controlled lost control. The next second, the sword formation fell.
With a roar, all resistance disappeared, countless long sword fragments fell, a cloud of blood mist exploded in the air, and dense demonic energy dispersed.
Gu Yuanqing was slightly startled. A master in the Void Heaven Realm was killed by him so easily?
Could it be that the power of Beiquan Mountain combined with the Demon-Suppressing Sword Formation was so powerful that it exceeded his expectations?
But no matter how I think about it, something feels wrong. Even if Chang Beilong lost his sword as a sword cultivator, how could a Void Heaven Realm cultivator not have another trump card?
In this demonic realm, you may face a life and death battle at any time. If this is the case, he doesn't think Chang Beilong can survive until now.
Think about Zuoqiu and Gongxin, which one is not a treasure of various kinds. Even if the Demon Realm is better than the Cultivation Realm, it is not like this.
Gu Yuanqing used his mind to roll Chang Beilong's relics back to Beiquan Mountain, especially the storage bag, which he deliberately avoided when the sword formation fell.
He still opened the storage bag easily, but when he looked at the contents of the bag, he felt something was wrong. There were a lot of things inside, including various magic stones and elixirs, as well as some long swords and odds and ends.
But these things are completely inferior to Lan Tinglie's storage bag.
"The Beilong Sword Sect is considered a big sect. The leader of the sect is still in the Void Heaven Realm. No matter how few things he carries with him, he will not be like this!"
"This should be a body. Puppet clone! "
Gu Yuanqing already made a judgment in his mind, and this judgment also made him frown. I'm afraid the other party won't let it go. What a bad luck!
...
In a secret room where the Beilong Sword Sect was stationed in Qizhou Prefecture, Chang Beilong opened his eyes, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His face was slightly pale, and his clone was killed. The soul is also damaged.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and his face turned livid. This time the loss was too great. This clone and the Taixu Dragon Demon Sword were almost half of his net worth. Thinking of his grandson being killed, in his eyes Full of murderous intent.
“There is such a human master in the iron-eating tribe’s station. Very good, very good!
If we deal with you on weekdays, there may be some trouble.
But under these nine bells of the Heavenly King, you still dare to live in a foreign race, you are simply seeking death. ”
(End of this chapter)