Chapter 1109: King Mojiao's birthday

After returning to the Sword Sect, Yi Changqing first conducted a comparison of the three hundred sword guards, and when he came back, he had heard a lot about the three hundred sword guards, and it seemed that he had made a great name in Qinzhou.

And the results of the examination, Yi Changqing is quite satisfied, at least in the ten years since he left, these people have not neglected their cultivation, and they have made significant progress compared to ten years ago, which is very good.

In the depths of the Sword Sect, inside a mountain that few people know about.

A handsome young man is in retreat.

This person is the ancestor of the Star Scar Sword Sect, Xuanyun.

Or rather...... Xuan Jiu.

Compared with ten years ago, Xuan Jiu's appearance has changed dramatically, he was originally an old man with gray hair and a skeletal shape, but now he is a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, judging two people.

This shows that Xuan Jiu has forced out the three forces left by the king in his body, and his cultivation strength has recovered to a certain level.

I saw Xuan Jiu's eyes open, as if a sword light flashed.

Immediately afterward, the invisible sword rhyme spread.

This is the rhyme of the sword that belongs to the king.

Vaguely, it seems to have reached the extreme of Taoist rhyme.

But this rhyme suddenly converged before it escaped from the peak, so no one in the Sword Sect found it, not even Murong Hang.

Except for one person.

In the Palm Sword Hall, Yi Changqing was flipping through a book.

It is about 100,000 years ago, in Yuzhou, Qinzhou caused a bloody record of the magic sword, when he came back, he heard the news of the birth of the magic sword, a little surprised, so this will find the classics to take a look.

The harvest is not much.

There are more records of the disasters caused by the magic sword, and there are very few records of the magic sword itself and the person who wielded it.

I only know that the sword-wielding demon was finally killed in the Heavenly Demon Ridge.

But there is no clue to the whereabouts of the magic sword.

He closed the book and closed his eyes.

But it didn't take long for his spirit to tremble slightly, and he looked into the depths of the Sword Sect, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "Heh, it's that guy." ”

His figure flickered and disappeared in place.

An Chenyue, who was not far away, showed a hint of stunnedness, but then shook her head and did not follow, but continued to cultivate under the big tree.

On the mountain peak in the depths of the Sword Sect.

Yi Changqing suddenly walked slowly to a thatched house.

The door of the hut suddenly opened.

A young man with sword eyebrows walked out, and when he saw this young man, Yi Changqing's eyes showed a touch of remembrance, Xuan Jiu was like this back then.

Seeing him again now makes him feel like he's back in the day.

"Recovered?"

"Sir's prediction is right, in about ten years, the three forces in my body have been expelled by me. Xuan Jiu smiled faintly.

"I'm afraid it's more than that. ”

Yi Changqing thought of the sword rhyme just now and smiled.

"Ha, I really can't hide it from Mr., indeed, in addition to the energy in my body has been expelled, my Dao Yun is vaguely in contact with ...... Royalty. ”

At the mention of this, Xuan Jiu's tone was a little excited.

The royal power, that is the ultimate power that the king can master, and it is also the highest level of Dao Yun, and the one who can master the royal power is called the peerless king!

As far as Xuan Jiu knew, there were few peerless in the entire Ink Spirit Realm.

"Kenshin, you're about to condense Kenshin, it's okay. ”

The kingship of the swordsman, also known as Kenshin.

Kenshin Issei, which also means that this swordsman has the qualifications to be detached.

"Well, as long as the spiritual power in my body recovers to its heyday, I will definitely be able to condense the sword heart in one fell swoop, and then I will go to those guys to settle accounts. ”

A cold color burst out of Xuan Jiu's eyes.

If it weren't for those guys, how would he have wasted thousands of years?

With his qualifications, he has long become a peerless king.

"By the way, what are the names of the three kings you said hurt you?" Yi Changqing suddenly asked.

"It's the Purple Fire King, the Nine Yang King, and the Feng King. ”

Yi Changqing's heart moved slightly, "King Feng?"

He remembered what Ouyang Changfeng told him about the Fenghai Sword Decisive a few days ago, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "That's really a coincidence." ”

"What do you mean, sir?" asked Xuan Jiu, puzzled.

Yi Changqing told the story of the Fenghai Sword Battle.

Hearing this, Xuan Jiu sneered, "Fenghai Sword Duel, this guy really likes this bells and whistles as always." ”

"Well, this sword duel, I'll go and join in the fun. ”

"Sir, this ......"

Xuan Jiu hesitated, "Could there be anything wrong?" ”

"Oh, you're worried about me?"

"Mr. can do it, I know, but now it is different from the past, Mr. is in the recovery stage, this little thing can be done by myself, why bother Mr?" Xuan Jiu said euphemistically.

He was indeed afraid that something would happen to Yi Changqing.

No matter what, the Feng King is also one of the thirteen kings of the Heavenly Dome, and his strength is not comparable to that of ordinary kings, Yi Changqing's cultivation is not even a Venerable, although his combat power is outstanding, can he really face this Feng King? ?

"Oh, don't worry, I don't do things that I'm not sure about. ”

Yi Changqing chuckled, his eyebrows full of confidence.

Ten years ago, he was able to slay a pterodactyl worthy of a king.

Not to mention ten years later.

"And I didn't go to Yuzhou simply to participate in this sword duel, there are still things to do. Yi Changqing said lightly.

He turned to look at the sky, "Xuan Jiu, you said, there are many forces in this Ink Spirit Realm, among which the Thirteen Kings of the Heavenly Dome are the leaders, right?"

"Well, that's true. ”

"What do you think of the Thirteen Kings of the Heavenly Dome?"

"Except for those three guys, which disgusted me, I don't have much to say about the rest of them, just nodding their heads at each other. ”

"Then you say, how about I take the ink spirit realm into the palm of my hand?"

Yi Changqing's words shocked Xuan Jiu's body.

He never expected that Yi Changqing would actually make such an calculation.

But he immediately calmed down and knelt down on one knee behind Yi Changqing, "If Mr. has this will, Xuan Jiu will definitely assist with all his might." ”

"Your intentions, of course I understand, speaking of which, I didn't have any ideas about the struggle between these forces before, but the general trend is the general trend, since no one can do it, then I will be the first person. ”

Yi Changqing looked into the distance, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

The feather spirit realm cannot be destroyed.

That so-called catastrophe, he is bound to stop it!

No one is allowed to destroy what he likes.

And just when Yi Changqing said that he wanted to be the master of the Ink Spirit Realm, there was a sudden strange fluctuation between heaven and earth, this fluctuation was mysterious and mysterious, except for Yi Changqing, even Xuan Jiu behind him did not notice it.

But Yi Changqing knew what it was.

"Mo Ling Tiandao, are you angry?"

"Heh, I don't mind, defeat you once......"

Yi Changqing flicked his sleeves and left, leaving only one sentence echoing in Xuan Jiu's ears, "You continue to recuperate, and the Star Scar Sword Sect will hand it over to me." ”

After leaving the mountain peak, Yi Changqing just wanted to return to the Sword Hall.

But Murong saw him halfway through and hurriedly grabbed him.

"Hold a moment. ”

"Oh, is there something wrong with the sect master?"

"Well, yes, that's right, the 10,000-year-old birthday of the Mojiao King of the Storm Belt is approaching, and it is going to be held, I want the Sword Commander to bring someone to congratulate him to show his heart. Murong Hang said.

Yi Changqing was slightly puzzled, "Storm with King Mojiao, that's the territory of the demon clan, let's go to celebrate our birthday, is it appropriate?"