The undercurrents were surging, the tides were rising and falling, and the evil clouds gathered on the unknown island, brewing a storm that was about to sweep the world. A swordsman dressed as a ronin stood quietly on the coast, stretching out his hand to arrest a dark cloud, as if receiving information from China, and his face changed back to the evil god temple on the island.

"By the evil god..."

"Dark Feng is dead."

"yes……"

There is no need for ronin to report details, and the erratic multiple tones have already resounded through ronin's ears.

The Evil God of Baqi said: "If it weren't for waiting for another dragon-headed evil source to return, our sect had already advanced to Shenzhou. But from the perspective of the death of the dark sect, in addition to the Nine Heavens Xuanzun, there were other experts above Shenzhou."

"Any strong man is vulnerable to the evil god's eyes."

"Haha, Narakugawa, in just a few days, the source of the lord's evil spirit will return. The dark sect even has the evil soul destroyed under the current situation of this sect and will never be resurrected. The ability of the person who takes action is far beyond your imagination. This sect..."

"Tianhui Sect, are you still so timid?"

Suddenly, the Baqi Evil God's voice changed, as if he had suddenly changed his personality. Immediately afterwards, the Evil God's voice cut back. Tianhui Sect continued: "Ye Zhu, I was ambushed by the Nine Heavens Xuanzun, and this sect is unwilling to repeat the same mistake."

"boring."

In the body of the Eight Evil God, there are seven obvious consciousnesses and one hidden divine character. The source of the power of the Eight Evil God itself is the seven major sins of mankind. The laziness represented by the Tianhui Sect made him seek stability when encountering things. And the Night Punishment represents anger, so naturally he could not stand his intention to avoid war.

For example, when I heard the word "Ye Zhu" in this moment, Tianhui Sect only replied with the word "Hehe" and had no rest, and did not want to argue with Ye Zhu at all. Seeing that Tianhui Sect's consciousness faded, Ye Zhu disappeared immediately. The shadow of the dark demon dragon, which was between virtual and real in the dark, instantly changed his personality and the life path of Zifa Langren.

"Narakogawa, I'm passing my order and ready to go to Shenzhou."

"You are Lord Prisoner?"

Narakawa knelt down and took the order, and hesitated, "But, the evil god, your evil source is not yet complete, and at this time, there will be a change in the Shenzhou..."

"Apart from the evil kings of heaven, this is not a battlefield that you can participate in."

Zhuhui said without hesitation, and then he seemed to be silent for a moment, trying to recall his indecent memories: "When did you give up your own life in that year, and spend all your life in the Buddha's original life into a spiritual vulture relic, supplemented by the Japanese Buddha bone relic, Amazaka Gouyu, assisting the Nine Heavens Xuanzun to seal this seat, but also sent me a cute heart to kill Buddha. This thing is for another purpose today. Although this person in Demonichi is not trustworthy, it is considered to have saved me some effort."

"What does the evil god mean?"

Zhui Veng smiled and said, "Since the demons were willing to speak out, someone in the suffering realm of China could predict the enemy's opportunity first. I ordered the King of the Evil Prison to enter the suffering realm in advance and cut off the hidden stakes buried in China. This is to sneak in early and help the heavens create a new divine body for me. Since it is a mortal demon body, it is really difficult to exert my strength. What's the point of staying or leaving this body?"

"I see."

Narakawa suddenly realized that the evil god Hachiki had already arranged it in China, so he asked with great energy: "I just don't know who will be the first target when the evil god enters the country?"

"There are only one of the four great creators who are as famous as the Nine Heavens Xuanzun. If it weren't for the demons blocking Lin Tianxing, I thought that the trap of my prison and greed would be even more difficult to break through...or maybe it was Him..."

He was meant to be meaningful, but seemed quite afraid, and never mentioned the most taboo name among the Eight Evil Gods. Zhuhui kept silent and thought for a while before making a decision.

"Why should the Confucian emperor Lin Tianxing be the victim of the sacrifice? God, why should I plead with him and give him immortality?!"

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"Sword, god, now, Zhenxianmen... Dad, is this notice board talking about you?"

"That's right."

There is a very magical place in the suffering realm. It is not a very far-reaching public pavilion that is far away from the strange story of life and death, and it is not a very long way to go. The so-called public pavilion is a notice board that publishes strange stories and anecdotes in the world.

A simple notice board stands in the open space just in an ordinary way. Whether it is a conspirator, or a righteous or a hero alliance, as long as relevant information is posted on it, it will soon spread to every corner of the martial arts world.

The efficiency is so high that it can be regarded as one of the unsolved mysteries of suffering!

You know, this is the world of "martial arts". Even if there are any creator gods, ancient legends. It's just that some demons can quickly produce outputs of thousands of miles, wash the surface, and destroy the continents. The speed of ordinary martial arts people is actually just that. Only those who can be famous can have the capital to turn into light with their bodies and go back and forth rapidly for thousands of miles.

But which expert is full and can do express delivery work if he has nothing to do?

Therefore, there is such a good place to spread public opinion. The "public pavilion" has always been a key place for "rumor spreading" that military strategists must fight for. Everyone wants to use this to fight a public opinion war and disrupt their moods.

So, after Xie Yunshu suffered a small loss, the next day, the Demonic sent someone to put the portrait exactly like Xie Yunshu and the sword sticker on the open pavilion, making Xie Yunshu seem to be a warrior, so arrogant that he claimed that he was the number one sword in the world and accepted challenges from all parties at any time.

Xiaoman frowned and felt very unsimplified: "Will anyone really believe this simple frame-up, right?"

"I've ripped it up now, let's try it?"

"OK."

In order to prove the magic of the "public pavilion", Xie Yunshu Ren was motionless, and a whirlwind suddenly appeared on the ground. The paper on the public pavilion was torn to pieces, and no trace was left. Xiaoman couldn't help but think that there was no communication channel now, and these onlookers of the martial arts world will disperse soon?

However, unexpectedly, the cross-eyed eyes surrounded by swords and carrying swords in the front actually started to scream.

"Someone tore up this piece of paper, it must be because it is real news. Everyone went to Yunhai Immortal Sect to challenge the Sword God. If they lose, they can ask for advice and immediately become famous!"

"Yes, it's yes, deliberately tearing off the notice from the Public Pavilion must be a guilty cause. It turns out that Yunhai Immortal Sect is so harsh for a while, because there is a sword god behind the back. They are too selfish and don't share the experience of the sword god with everyone! Otherwise, the Eight Tribes of Tianxie would have been killed by everyone."

"Everyone is united, isn't it more powerful than the sacred broom of Yunhai Xianmen? "

“…”

“???”

Xiaoman really hard to understand this kind of act of making excitement. The gods of the Immortal Sect, Yu Xiaoyao, Jun Fengtian and Yun Huizi, were obviously saving people. How could these martial arts people in front of the open pavilion think about the bad things about others, blame the Immortal Sect for being selfish, planning a strange brain circuit of becoming famous first and then asking the Sword God for advice?

Don't they investigate first?

Seeing that she was unable to understand, Xie Yunshu immediately taught the rules of the world with earnest words: "This is the iron rule of this world. If the martial arts people in the first circle of public pavilion intelligence were not the helper of the righteous single digits, they would definitely be all brainless and just a guy who caused trouble."

"Ah... I didn't expect that there would be such rules. There are really all kinds of strange things in the world."

Only then did Xiaoman convince himself, and from her father's words, he suddenly understood a real fallacy: only the brainless mentally retarded people like to join in the fun of smart people.

As if to verify this "law", a tiger roared and dragon roared suddenly on the flat ground. Before the person arrived, the sword intent was first on the Tianshan Mountain, and his eyes were scattered towards the Public Pavilion. The Public Pavilion, which was still noisy just now, was a hundred miles in a radius, and thousands of swords were either broken or broken, as if they were surrendering to the power of the coming.

"The dragon and horse travel thousands of miles with snowflakes, and the wind and moon walk ten steps to the sky with swords."

The wild figure, the sword intent around her body, seemed to have the pure and high cold like a snow lotus, but the lonely and stubborn charm seemed to regard the weak as nothing. The purple-brown coarse scarf and pocket shirt were all covered with a slut, but no one dared to approach and ask him where his name came from. A martial arts figure who had just spoken out loudly at this moment only dared to watch the middle-aged man step by step.

"The autumn frost cuts jade for a long time, and the immortal Kun is a sect name."

The moment the poem ended, the intent of Zhoutian's sword was condensed into a stream, and it was not enough to be broken down, and it left Xie Yunshu. Xiaoman was still eager to try it, but at this moment it was not an awakening posture. When he was instinctive, he was forced to retreat. Even the palm of his hand saw a little red. He suddenly realized that this person who came was definitely not a fool who was incited by the "public pavilion" and looked for Jingxuan's sword god to "seek fame".

But at this moment, Xiaoman thought about it and realized the second martial arts truth.

"Dad, it turns out that the favorite guy who just shouted was all the stepping stones used by real experts to establish their authority to support the scene?"

"Wrong, in the storybook, those background boards are used for explosion effects, and you are the stepping stones."
Chapter completed!