The Legend of the Demon Sword Emperor
Night Soul

    The explosion!

    A burst of violent tremors came from the tomb within the formation of the Earth Demon Sword King.Xing Yun could clearly feel the power melting to the top of the mountain under his feet, entering the rock, rock, and gather the purple rays of light into its sheath.

    “Truely, this is a complementary formation.” Xing Yun sighed, and at the same time understood that this formation of the Earth Demon Sword King was built on top of the blood vessels of the Earth Devil.

    The reason why this area of water was extremely hot was also because the Earth Demon King Formation was formed with the help of the Earth Demon vein, and exuded the power of the Earth Demon vein.

    In order to learn Jiuyin's Burial Sword Arts needed to take root in the evil pulse of the earth, Xing Yun felt that it should be absorbed into its scabbard through the method of formation.

    After a while, a streak of purple light stopped abruptly, and then the stone suddenly exploded, and there was a hole beneath it.

    Xing Yun wondered when suddenly the purple flames exploded and wrapped the sheath in an instant, so scared that Xing Yun quickly let go!

    At the same time, the long sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably, and the next moment he unleashed, slashing Xing Yun's finger, the sword's body was covered in blood, and, and the sword drew its own scabbard, followed by bursts of sword energy left.

    Water flowed and spread ripples, making Xing Yun feel like he was about to be killed by sword energy!

    It hums!

    The long sword trembled, emitting a purple mask, blocking the flow of water, covering the mountain peak for five meters.

    Inside the mask, sword energies were cold, extremely hot, and evil energies were rampant, just like an isolated small world.

    Ordinary people would feel that they were in purgatory in an instant, but Xing Yun did not feel uncomfortable.

    Instead, he felt that there was a feeling of water and milk mixed with the long sword in front of him.

    Xing Yun wanted to come, it had to be related to the blood earlier, and because of this, Xing Yun was not injured.

    Turning his head and looking around, Xing Yun found that the long sword around the tomb melted, entering the line in the tomb, and then looking around, it turned into a force that entered the mountain under his feet and merged into the long sword in front of him.

    Xing Yun did not know why, but he knew that the power was integrated into his sheath and could be used alone in the future.

    “I don't know how long. But I'm in no hurry. This is a great place to practice.”

    Xing Yun looked around, immediately grinned, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to practice.

    The thread of spiritual power melted into the body. While recovering, Xing Yun also ran the undead magic scripture, guiding the stifling energy within the purple mask into the undead flame pattern, raising the undead flame.

    “Highness is very strong, I wonder if suffocation here could make me open a dead silent disciple!”

    Xing Yun also thought when absorbing suffocation.

    In this way, time passes little by little, one day, two days, fifteen days, one month ...

    "It still doesn't work!" Xing Yun opened his eyes and moaned, feeling a little depressed.

    In one month, Xing Yun did not know how much stifling energy he had guided into his body, but the flames of immortality continued to grow, growing, and no power surged to meet the requirement of opening a dead silent disciple.

    “Forget it, let's go with the flow.” Xing Yun shook his head and did not continue digging the horns.

    Sensing the surging spiritual power within the body, Xing Yun's eyes twinkled, "It's possible to open a martial art, maybe it has something to do with a dead disciple!"

Now Xing Yun thought of the undead demon map, and began to follow the second. Route begins!

    Opening the Martial Meridians required a large amount of spiritual power, Xing Yun's lack of spiritual power would guide the power of death to open, although it was extremely painful, his speed was much faster. Consumption almost, keep restoring, open.

    One month, two months ...

    Five months later, Xing Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of light and domineering.

    “The second magic vein finally opens!” Xing Yun took a deep breath, very excited.

    Although spiritual power was insufficient, with the help of death strength, its development was still very smooth. At the same time, Xing Yun also felt that his spiritual power would break through the second level of the Martial Mark Realm!

    "There's still one more month until the end of the year. At the end of the year, the Mad Sword Sect would hold a hunting battle, unable to....

not to be missed. "Xing Yun said firmly with his eyes.

    Although the dead silent disciple had yet to be opened, but the second magic vein had been opened, Xing Yun believed that his strength must have more than doubled!

    Even a third-rate Martial Mark was not his. opponent!"

    "Is this enough power to absorb? Xing Yun stood up suspiciously, raised his hand and grasped the long sword tightly.

    Booms!

    The purple mask turned into purple light and entered the long sword. The flames of the long sword disappeared, and the entire world suddenly roared, and endless streams of water flowed in.

    Xing Yun quickly controlled his body, looked around, and discovered that the surrounding tombs had collapsed into ruins, and many long swords had disappeared.

    Right at this moment, there was a sudden cracking sound from the mountain peak. beneath his feet, and an invisible force radiated out, water and air revolved. Waves rage.

    Xing Yun looked down and found that there were many dense cracks in the mountain! It immediately did not stop, unleashed its spiritual power, and swam towards him at full speed!

    Bang out!

Directly pushed Xing Yun towards the sky again.

    After a while, Xing Yun looked down, his pupils shrinking.

    I saw a hole in the ruins of the mountain, where there was a blood-red coffin encrusted with gold, and a blood-red coffin lid Five large characters were written like blood: the: zhang Tianxia's Tomb!

    "Ye Qintian, don't worry! In this life, I, Xing Yun, will definitely help you fulfill your old unfulfilled desires! Kill that bastard in the world! "

    Xing Yun said firmly, and the long sword in his hand trembled like a spirit

    Xing Yun lowered his head and stroked the long sword, and said softly,

"How is Yehun? "

    It hums!

    The night soul trembled, and the sound of the sword came out, and it seemed to be extremely excited.

    You will be called Yehun from now on.” Xing Yun's arms trembled, the sword sounded louder, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

    Yehun took the surname Yeqin Tian, ruler of the Yechen Empire, which was also the surname of the Yechen Empire.

    At the same time, Xing Yun always reminded himself not to forget about the imperial feud!

    To Zhang Tianxia, Xing Yun originally did not think he deserved to die, either, but Xing Yun could understand that he was willing to destroy millions of people in a country for the sake of his son's martial arts becoming stronger.

    Because this world was basically cruel, only the strong could survive, and the weak were destined to be slaughtered like ants.

    And what made Xing Yun feel that this damned fellow was Zhang Tianxia even treating his son as an elixir to strengthen himself!

    This is so cruel!

    To become stronger, it was understandable, but extremely inhumane, Xing Yun felt that such a person was not qualified to live in this world!

    This is an insult to martial arts!

    However, Xing Yun was in no hurry to get revenge. He forcibly instilled the memory in his mind through the soul of the night. Xing Yun knew that Zhang Tianxia was the master of the hall of Shenwu Temple in the Baidi Triangle!

    Shenwu Temple was one of the three alliances and one temple in the Baidi Triangle, an existence that stood proudly above countless kingdoms!

    Is existence like a real master!

    Xing Yun felt like his journey was still long!

    “Front month, I will realize Jiuyin's Burial Sword Arts, open the third demon's vein, and take part in the hunting battle to kill Lu Jue and that fake monk!”

    Xing Yun took a deep breath and continued swimming upstream ., his eyes were firm Perseverance.

    With so much hatred, Xing Yun not only did not feel depressed, but was also extremely excited! Full of fighting spirit!

    Life like that is interesting!

    Only when it is filled with soaring power can we continue to move forward!