Chapter 747： What's next

Aster.

At the junction of the sword body and the hilt, these two small ancient characters are engraved, making Ling Xian a little stunned.

"Purple amethyst ... seems to be the name of this sword."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, very happy with this sharp excalibur, and very happy with the name.

He carried a sword flower in his hand, feeling the mighty power of the Purple Sword Divine Sword, and there was a glimmer of wonder in the star eyes.

It is worthy of the exquisite sword made by Zihuaxianjin. In his perception, if a monk with the peak of Dandan holds this sword, the power that erupts can fight beyond the ranks and even threaten himself!

You know, he is now a strong man in Jie Dan's extreme realm, and can push all rivals in Jie Dan's realm. However, if someone holds this sword, it can threaten him. How powerful is this?

"It is worthy of the exquisite sword made of the supernatural material of Zihua Xianjin. This sword is perfect in all aspects. It is truly a peerless sword."

Ling Xianmulu was amazed, gently stroked the sword with her right hand, and then flicked her fingers.

Suddenly, a clear sword scream occurred in the Purple Sword Fairy Sword, such as the jade plate falling on the jade plate, and the running water hit the bluestone, bright and long.

"Follow me later, rest assured, I will never insult you."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Ling Xian's mouth, and star eyes were full of firmness, saying: "I will take you on an invincible path, God blocks God, Buddha blocks Buddha."

The words fell, and the purple sword immortal sword flourished. It seemed to sense his determination, and the sword was very happy.

Seeing this, Ling Xian smiled even more. He had felt for a long time that the sword had a kind of spirituality, and now seeing it suddenly glow, it convinced him of this guess.

"Just like the cover of the heavens, they both have spirituality, and they are truly peerless swords."

Ling Xian looked at the purple long sword in her hand and smiled, "I will take you to the summit together, and the world is invincible."

"Oh!"

The purple fairy sword shines brightly, and a cheerful sword sings out, it seems to express his strong joy.

"Very well, one day, I will take you to the top, invincible in nine days and ten places."

Ling Xian's eyes were firm, her words were stern and powerful, and she spoke loudly.

This is his dream, a dream he must achieve in this life. Even if the road ahead is difficult and bumpy, and the wind and rain are constant, he will be defeated and vowed to reach the top.

"Whatever the risks? I am fearless."

Ling Xian smiled brilliantly, and the Purple Sword Fairy Sword also followed Weng Ming and expressed his determination to set foot with him.

After that, he smiled gradually and began to think about what happened next.

It was an unattainable dream to reach the top, and he needed to walk step by step and move slowly. So he needs to think about what to do next.

The chance of Shang Qingzong is very important, and it is related to the general trend of the world in the future. However, although the chance was an unowned thing, after all, it fell on the site of the Shang Qingzong.

And this sect is also a transcendental force in Yuezhou, very powerful. Therefore, Lingxian must prepare with both hands.

The first was to quietly take away the chance, so that he could retreat from his whole body, and he would not be full of excitement. The second is that he was accidentally exposed, which is more troublesome and no, it should be said to be a huge crisis.

Shang Qingzong's outrageous power, let alone him now, even if he became a strong infant in the Yuan Dynasty, it is difficult to compete with it.

But that chance is related to the future trend, and he can't let it go anyway. Therefore, Lingxian must do everything possible to ensure that she can retreat from her whole body.

"He used to help shocking the formation of spirits. It said that it owed me a favor. If it was difficult, it should not sit idly by."

Ling Xian frowned, thinking about the resources she might use, and said, "Although the man under the monster volcano, although he is not sure what he is, he can imagine that it must be outrageous."

"It seems that I have to go to the demon volcano first and rescue it."

Ling Xian frowned tightly, and said to herself: "These two people alone may not guarantee me to retreat. I still need to plan carefully and fully mobilize all resources."

"Unfortunately, I don't know any strong men in Yuezhou, and I only know one side. I can't help me."

Sighing softly, Ling Xianxing's eyes flickered, thinking about her own retreat.

Although Shang Qingzong may not be able to find it after seizing the opportunity, anyone who is not afraid of 10,000 is afraid of it. He must be prepared in advance, so as not to be pursued and blocked by the Shang Qingzong and lose his life. "Fortunately, Yu Wushou is now subject to me. She is the sage of Shang Qingzong and can provide me with a lot of convenience."

Ling Xian raised his mouth and said, "Maybe I can **** the opportunity quietly, anyway, now, no one knows the opportunity, so I can guard there in advance."

Then, he made a decision. I plan to quickly return to the Shang Qingzong, rescue the mysterious man first, and then seek the opportunity.

"That's it, let's go and rush to Shang Qingzong."

A glimmer of expectation flashed in Ling Xianxing's eyes, and the purple sword was put into a storage bag, and then stepped out of the courtyard.

As soon as he went out, he felt two arrogant breaths, and he could not help frowning.

"Huh? One momentum belongs to Hua Wanyue, the other momentum ... is a bit familiar, who is it?"

Ling Xian frowned, always feeling a little familiar with another momentum, but she couldn't remember how.

This made him interested, and in his perception, the two momentums were distant and seemed to be preparing for a big war.

"Interesting, I can't miss the battle between the two strong infants."

With his mouth raised, Ling Xian stretched out and flew towards the source of momentum.

Before long, he came to the battlefield. I saw dozens of figures standing on the ground. They were all monks of the Dandan period. Everyone looked dignified and looked nervously at the sky.

There, the two figures were distant from each other, and they exudes earth-shattering momentum, which filled the space with a strong smell of gunpowder.

One of them was wearing a light yellow dress, with his hair tucked up, dignified and beautiful.

It is the master of Huacheng, graceful.

The other was wearing a black robe with loose black hair, eyes as deep as the sea of ​​stars. Standing there was like the resurrection of the devil, Shura reincarnated, exuding extreme horror.

Behind him, a corpse mountain and a sea of ​​blood emerged. Although it was only illusory, it seemed to be real. Even if Lingxian is far away, you can feel the cold chill.

This raised his eyebrows and was slightly surprised, but what surprised him even more was the man who was far away from Hua Wan.

"That man ... is the Lord?"

Ling Xian froze slightly, quite surprised. But when he confirmed that the man was Mozun no doubt, he couldn't help laughing.

That year, he beheaded the alien tribe, causing the three alien forces to come to the door, forcing him to leave the country.

And since that battle, Mozun has disappeared. I didn't expect to see him here.

"I never thought I would meet Mozun again ..."

Ling Xian smiled, looking at the horrible figure like a demon, a hint of playfulness flashed in the eyes.