Lin Feng was shocked suddenly. This guy is not dead yet?

"My sword, you finally wake up."

"Hurry, break this crystal, and I, Wuji Demon Lord, can reappear in the Eastern Continent!"

The man's voice was extremely hoarse, like a whisper of an evil ghost.

The other party stared at Lin Feng straight, his lips not moving.

But Lin Feng heard it very clearly.

"My sword, have you been weakened to this point by that old man? No problem, when I am born, you will definitely reach the top again!"

Wuji Demon Lord?

Lin Feng's heart was surging, and every word of the other party was filled with the pride of looking down on the world and looking down on the past and present.

It is hard to imagine what kind of strong man this is to be suppressed in this forbidden area.

However, the other party is extremely weak now, and he often has to pause a moment when he says a word.

It seems that it is on its verge of death, and it will disappear at any time.

"My sword, what are you waiting for?"

The Wuji Demon Lord urged him.

Lin Feng remained silent, and his body was full of demonic energy and slashed on the crystal with anger with a sword.

Click.

The crystal cracked in response to the sound.

The Wuji Demon Lord stepped out of it, and he was gasping, as if very tired.

But there was an unconcealable excitement in the eyes.

"I, Wuji Demon Lord, finally came out in ten thousand years!"

"Sword Sect, I must have bloody slaughtered the grudge of that year!"

At this moment, in the distant place, life is revived in endless darkness.

These are all hazy and illusory bodies, and their scorching eyes seem to see through the past and present and future.

"The Demon Lord...resurrected...what is that place..."

The Wuji Demon Lord recovered from the divine source. Lin Feng did not expect that this was actually a person from ten thousand years ago.

The golden elixir is only three hundred years old, and the Nascent Soul is only one thousand years old. How powerful should this person be?

But soon, a scene that surprised Lin Feng.

The Wuji Demon Lord originally had long black hair.

It was actually snow-white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A series of wrinkles appeared on his body, and his body instantly became old and decayed.

The posture, which was only in his thirties, turned into three thousand years old in the blink of an eye.

"My body...no..."

The Wuji Demon Lord looked at his withered body incredibly.

One hand suddenly grabbed Lin Feng.

"My sword, my body is already rotten, I can only lend it to you!"

Puchi.

However, the next moment

The Wuji Demon Lord's body stiffened, and he looked at Lin Feng who was piercing his chest incredibly.

His heart is naturally different from ordinary people, and is located on the right side.

But at this moment, he was pierced by the well-known Lin Feng with a sword.

Black blood penetrated along the tip of the sword.

"You... actually devour the Lord?"

The Wuji Demon Lord coughed up blood, and there was only anger in his blood-red eyes.

"Sword Master? My Demon Sword, the Swordless Sword, is the Sword Master!"

Lin Feng was afraid that the other party would not die.

The sword light soared into the sky and cut off the other party's head.

The huge head rolled to the side, and his angry eyes were filled with intense surprise.

bite!

Draw blood and energy, magic value 100,000

"Add a hundred thousand? Good guy."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. It was really powerful. It would take 200,000 magic value to break through the medium-grade treasure.

Originally, he thought this was a huge amount, but now he has completed half of it.

"The seemingly old and ruined body still contains extremely terrifying blood and energy. It is estimated that the other party has already cultivated his body to the state of qi and blood as the sun, internal organs as the sea, and muscles as mountains and rivers."

"What a pity. If he was killed at his peak, how much blood would he have to absorb??"

Lin Feng thought in his heart that he was wasting his natural resources.

His eyes fell on the crystals that sealed the Wuji Demon Lord.

"I heard from the other party that these are the sources of divine things?"

This object can seal a ten thousand-year-old demon immortal and immortal, and its body is not dry, and it can be called a divine object.

He put them all away.

"But what is the method of breaking the forbidden area to leave this forbidden area?"

A layer of seal was also arranged from the outside, and he could not blow it away from it.

The Sword Sect, the formation has been broken from the outside.

Tens of thousands of monks from the three major sects killed them like locusts.

"Defend the enemy!"

An elder of the Sword Sect drew his sword and shouted loudly.

brush.

The next moment, a golden bell soared into the sky and directly suppressed him.

"Kill! No one left!"

The three major sects advanced straight in. Although the disciples of the Sword Sect were amazing in combat and even formed sword formations in groups of three or three, they could not resist the fierce attacks of the other party.

"Fight and retreat! Retreat to Chunyang Pavilion!"

The outer disciples of the Sword Sect basically had no combat power, collapsed and were vulnerable at all. Many people even put down their swords and surrendered.

Only inner disciples have the power to fight.

"Hmph, after today, the name of Wujian Sect in the East Continent!"

A young man in blue slashed away with a sword in his hand, and the sword in his hand was spitting out a light.

With one knife, dozens of inner disciples died and died.

brush.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly broke through the air like lightning, which was the defending number one who had fought with Ye Fan in the past.

brush.

This sword pierced the other party's clothes.

"pity."

A glimmer flashed in his eyes. He secretly observed this person for a long time. The other party was definitely the young sect leader of one of the three sects.

Such a good opportunity just now, I missed it.

"court death!"

The young master of the Golden Sword Sect was furious, and the sword scared him into a cold sweat.

The sword in his hand was like a dragon knife and slashed away.

The first moment he defended his title was suppressed by the opponent. This person actually had the sixth level of foundation building.

brush.

The young master of the sect shook his sword, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his sword in his hand slashed away angrily.
To be continued...