"Shangxian, why are you here?"

At the first glance of Yang Cong, Ao Guang changed his melancholy expression and showed a festive look.

Yang Cong, who watched it, couldn't bear to debunk Ao Guang.

"Old Dragon King, have you chosen the weapon of the poor road?"

"This 。。。。。。"

Hearing this, Ao Guang hesitated.

"Huh?"

"Okay, okay, the time for the Immortal to come, the Immortal has already prepared the Immortal's weapon."

Ao Guang said bitterly in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that no one was willing to give him a voice, otherwise he wouldn't be so cowardly.

"Go and get the three thousand swords."

Immediately afterward, the two shrimp soldiers trembled and brought up a long wooden box.

"Immortals, please come forward and take a look."

Hearing this, Yang Cong walked to the wooden box and stretched out his slender jade hand to open the lock of the wooden box.

A strange wooden sword.

"This sword?"

Yang Cong looked at Ao Guang with some doubts, his eyes full of incomprehension.

"Shang Xian, this sword is called Three Thousand Swords, and it is said that it can be turned into three thousand fairy swords, but the power of Xiao Xian is very small, and he can't use the true power of this sword."

"Three thousand swords? Three thousand fairy swords? Interesting, one sword breaks through ten thousand laws, and three thousand swords are dead. ”

Yang Cong stretched out his hand and took the strange wooden sword.

On the handle of the wooden sword, there can be 3,002 characters, that is, the name of the sword, 3,000 swords.

Between the grip and the blade of the sword, there is a circular shape, but although it looks weird, it has a sense of yin and yang.

Yang Cong held the three thousand swords, and when he completely grasped the three thousand swords.

His Yin and Yang Ten Thousand Methods actually worked automatically.

"Sure enough, it's pretty much what I thought."

Eighteen styles of unequaled swordsmanship - ten thousand sword slashes

In an instant, with the three thousand swords in Yang Cong's hand as the center, three thousand identical magic swords were instantly transformed.

However, unlike the three thousand swords in Yang Cong's hand, the rest of the incarnations were all shining with silver light, while the wooden swords were dull and dull at this time.

But Yang Cong didn't underestimate this wooden sword because of this, he always felt that this wooden sword was more useful, and it definitely didn't stop there.

And with the three thousand swords, the power of Yang Cong's ten thousand sword slashes can be doubled, which is enough for Yang Cong at present.

Ao Guang on the side was shocked when he saw Yang Cong using the power of this sword and deriving three thousand swords.

"Shangxian is really Shangxian, Xiaoxian admires."

Although Ao Guang is the dragon king of the dragon clan, he now has to lower his eyebrows in front of Yang Cong.

"Okay, I'm satisfied with this sword, so I'll be spared the sin of your delay."

Yang Cong glanced at Ao Guang and collected three thousand swords.

"Thank you."

The corners of Ao Guang's mouth trembled, and in the end, he just held back such a sentence.

"That's right, Shangxian, with three thousand swords, Xiaoxian also has a set of golden armor as a gift."

"Golden armor?"

"Come on, bring it to the immortals."

Dressed in purple and gold armor, Yang Cong wears it on his body, which has a unique flavor.

Originally, this was given to Sun Wukong, but now it has fallen into the hands of Yang Cong in disguise.

"It's easy to go!"

Leaving the Dragon King Palace, Yang Cong returned to Huaguo Mountain.

At this time, the seventy-two cave demon kings had already left, and only his monkey monkey grandson was left.

"The king is back, the king is back."

The monkey monkey grandchildren shouted happily when they saw Yang Cong coming back.

"Boys, I'm back, haha."

The weapon he just obtained, and he showed off in front of the monkeys, which naturally made all the monkeys extremely admired.

In fact, Yang Cong also thought about getting the Dinghaishen Needle, after all, the Dinghaishen Needle is an artifact, which is stronger than any initiator.

But Yang Cong is really not suitable for using sticks.

Now that he has the sword, Yang Cong is actually satisfied, he knows that he can't persecute the Dragon King too much, and the Dragon King is also a person who has no choice but to do so.

"Forget it, since you have three thousand swords, you naturally don't need to set the sea god needle, with three thousand swords, it's enough."

What Yang Cong thought was that even if he wanted to take the Poseidon Needle, he should take it on the eve of leaving the world, so that it would be safer.

"Come, boys, drink and talk!"

Drinking happily, Yang Cong got his new weapon today, and he was naturally happy.

。。。。。。。

In the dark night, Yang Cong lay on the throne and fell asleep holding the wine jar.

And it was under this moonlight that two vague figures suddenly appeared.

The two flickering figures slowly turned into substance, and then the two stood beside Yang Cong respectively.

But Yang Cong, who was asleep at this time, and the defenseless Yang Cong didn't know that the two of them put a chain that exuded the breath of death on his body.

"Let's go."

In a coma, Yang Cong seemed to hear someone calling him to go and pulled him forward.

I don't know why, Yang Cong was taken away without any resistance.

And when Yang Cong came back to his senses and opened his eyes, the world around him changed.

"Here?"

Before Yang Cong could think about it, the two ghost faces on both sides of him pulled the chains wrapped around him and walked forward.

Yang Cong has now woken up, he quickly sensed the surrounding heaven and earth, and after looking at the surrounding situation, he still didn't know what was happening.

"Holy shit, some imps dare to bully me."

Yang Cong exerted all his strength, and all the chains that were originally wrapped around him were broken.

"This, this, this 。。。。。。"

The two little ghosts who were vibrated looked at Yang Cong in shock.

"Get out!"

Yang Cong waved a golden light, and the two little ghosts were cut in half by Yang Cong and disappeared into this world.

"I'm still thinking about how to get into the underworld, and now I'm here, it's really helping me, haha."

Yang Congdang took out three thousand swords, directly grabbed a little ghost, inquired about the location of the king of Yama, and quickly rushed to the place he was going to - the hall of Yama.

Along the way, there were a lot of Yin soldiers who wanted to stop Yang Cong, but they were all beaten by Yang Cong's sword.

And those yin souls were scattered by the three thousand swords, and those souls that were scattered were also absorbed by the three thousand swords, which surprised Yang Cong very much.

But just when he was puzzled, there was a Yin soldier and ghost general like a flood in front of him.

"Come on, kill it!"

Yang Cong lifted the three thousand swords in his hand and killed them in the flood of Yin soldiers.

The sword light and sword shadow, the yin qi soared into the sky, and every minute and second, dozens or even hundreds of yin soldiers were sucked into the three thousand swords.

In the end, when Yang Cong killed the last ghost general, Yang Cong was like a world away.

"Go!"

Yang Cong shouted, and a black gas was instantly rushed out of his body, and this black gas fled and disappeared into the entire dim world in an instant.

"The turtle son still wants to invade me and die."

Holding the three thousand swords in his hand, Yang Cong aimed directly at the Yama Palace.

(End of chapter)