Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1154 I dare to ask the heaven, will you take my sword?

The God of War is dead.

All the cultivators from Jiuzhou who noticed this scene were moved.

He was one of the many masters of the Upside-Down Mountain and the strongest martial artist in all of Jiuzhou. Yet he was dead!

Even Mo Fan fell silent, looking at the celestial being charging towards him, he felt dazed.

"Kid, what's wrong with you? How can you be distracted in the middle of a fight?"

Uncle Qian’s deep voice echoed in Mo Fan’s mind, bringing him back to his senses. As he rushed towards the heavenly being, he couldn’t help but ask dejectedly, “Uncle Qian, are you saying that we really have no chance of winning?”

"The path of cultivation is to go against the will of heaven. You even dare to go against heaven. How can I, a mere cultivator from the upper realm, kill you here?!

The most important thing for a practitioner is his mind. Only by moving forward courageously and having the determination and belief that he is invincible can he truly create miracles!

Boy, only your fist can tell you whether you can win!

But you are not the kind of demon who is willing to give up easily, you were not like that before, and you won’t be like that now!"

Uncle Qian's answer was irrelevant to the question, but after his suggestion, Mo Fan suddenly understood and couldn't help laughing.

“Hahahaha…you’re right!”

"Even the heavens can't suppress me, let alone these so-called gods?"

“The path of spiritual practice is to go against the will of heaven. Only by moving forward continuously and overcoming all obstacles can one reach the other side and see the true self!

I will never give up until the last moment!"

"kill!!"

Mo Fan roared, and brilliant lightning suddenly burst out from the huge toad dragon's body. It turned into a flash of lightning and instantly came in front of the celestial being in front. When it opened its mouth, a pillar of lightning poured out!

On another battlefield, the sword master withdrew his gaze, but his expression seemed a little depressed.

"Brother Changfeng, why did you leave first?"

"You left in a carefree manner, but you still failed to kill your opponent..."

Sword Master Zhang Wudao sighed softly and looked at the wind chimes in front of him that were surrounded by countless hurricanes, as if he saw a moving fortress.

In the center of the hurricane, Feng Ling, a member of the royal family of the Black Feather Clan, stood proudly. At this moment, she was like an elf in the wind. The entire hurricane was born because of her, and slowly moved forward with her steps.

"It's a pity to waste such a perfect body. Mo Ye really deserves to die!"

Feng Ling frowned slightly, and then said to Zhang Wudao in front of her: "Sword cultivator, you are very strong, and it is difficult for me to kill you, but the Jiuzhou you mentioned is just a place for the trials of the gods and people like us.

In other words, this so-called Nine Continents world will be refined by blood sooner or later, and you are doomed to die!"

At this point, Feng Ling paused, looked at Zhang Wudao who had an indifferent expression, and then spoke again, "But this Saint is kind, considering that you have fighting power comparable to that of a royal family member, as long as you agree to be my slave, this Saint can keep you safe!

If you serve me well in the future, I will bring you back to the upper world after I have refined the entire lower world with blood.

To use your words, it means attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven!

The upper realm has a wider world, more abundant vitality, and endless resources waiting for you to claim!

how is it?

I have treated you well, haven't I?"

“It’s indeed not thin, but I, a sword cultivator from Jiuzhou, value integrity the most and would rather break than bend.

What's more, I am Zhang Wudao?"

The sword master smiled, then raised his hand and patted the scabbard behind him, and said gently: "Old friend, am I right?"

"Om-"

The long sword in the sheath behind the sword master suddenly trembled, as if responding to his words. At the same time, wisps of sword intent were released, turning into a black beam of light that shot up into the sky.

“Since you agree, let’s let these so-called celestial beings see the character of our Nine Continents sword cultivators!

Let them also take a good look at the real sword of Jiuzhou Sword Master!"

The sword master chuckled, then walked towards the Hurricane Fortress, whispering: "Draw the sheath, draw the sheath again, follow me to slash the gods with the sword!"

Groan——

As soon as the sword master finished speaking, the sword behind him was instantly unsheathed, bursting out with shocking sword intent!

"Stubborn!"

“Then die!!”

Feng Ling was immediately furious upon seeing this, and he mobilized the true meaning of the hurricane, condensing an endless storm, pushing the increasingly violent hurricane fortress towards the sword head!

The sword master did not retreat upon seeing this, but instead moved faster and faster, and his entire body almost turned into a sharp sword in that instant.

Then he pointed his finger at his forehead, and the true meaning of swordsmanship that had been nurtured for more than a thousand years was completely released at this moment, pouring out from his forehead, gathering into a golden river, and rushing forward!

This is Jianhe, the path pursued by the Sword Master!

The sword master stepped onto the sword river, grabbed the unsheathed sword, and disappeared on the spot in an instant.

The sword river swept across the sky, easily tearing apart the Hurricane Fortress.

A sword aura instantly passed through Feng Ling's body, and the sword head stopped behind her and whispered, "How about my sword?"

"He is close to the Tao. He is worthy of being the man I like. It's a pity that I don't have the chance anymore..."

Feng Ling smiled bitterly, then countless cracks appeared on her body surface, and then her whole body suddenly exploded!

This royal descendant of an ancient clan who looked down upon the cultivators of the Nine Continents as ants died just like that, and even his soul was completely destroyed!

"You should be content to die under this sword."

The sword master shook his head, then looked into the distance, staring at Mo Ye who was killing people.

"The Great River Sword Dao really consumes my energy and even more of my spirit... I don't have much time left..."

The sword master's body trembled violently, and his entire body turned into starlight from bottom to top and began to dissipate.

"Fortunately, I can still strike with one more sword."

"Brother Changfeng, let me complete the remaining goals for you!"

The sword master whispered, then looked at the unsheathed sword in his hand, "Old friend, we will not sheath it this time..."

The way of sword cultivation is to rather break than bend.

Never regret drawing the sword, fight until it breaks!

The golden sword river extended out in the void again, and the terrifying sword intent firmly locked onto Mo Ye who was hundreds of miles away. Wherever the sword river went, anyone who blocked the way would die!

This sword is the most powerful sword among all the swordsmen!

This sword is the pinnacle of Kyushu swordsmanship!

"Nine Continents Sword Master, I ask the Heavenly Sword Master, I dare to ask the Heavenly Sword Master from the Upper Realm, can you take my sword?!"

The sound of the sword head shook the sky, and a river ran across the sky, shining brightly, as if there was only one sword in the entire world!

"How dare a mere ant ask the sword of heaven?!"

Mo Ye roared, and his entire body suddenly turned into a giant of several thousand feet, covered in dazzling golden light. He even opened his mouth and summoned several precious defensive treasures to block his chest.

At this moment, the so-called royal children were filled with fear!

The golden light was dazzling, the sword intent was blazing, and along with the roar of the sword head, it pierced through one treasure after another, and finally pierced through Mo Ye's chest.

The golden sword river gradually disappeared, and the sword head, which was only half of its body, looked at the sword in its hand. Finally, its eyes turned red, and it smiled bitterly and said, "Old friend, wait for me..."

After saying this, the sword master’s entire body completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Only a broken sword fell to the ground.

It broke when it was unsheathed, but it never returned to the sheath after all...