Chapter 284: Anyone else… want to watch the sword?

Chapter 284 There are still people. Do you want to come to watch the sword?

"It's him! It must be him! Only Senior Brother Wan's Slaying Ghosts and Gods in Qingyunmen can have such a magnificent momentum! Hahaha~ he's still alive, he's still alive!"

In the silence, only Taoist Cangsong was laughing wildly like a lunatic. All the members of the Demon Cult present looked at him with complicated expressions. Their eyes gradually became cold and repulsive from the previous contempt and indifference, and there was even a ray of murderous intent in the crowd. It's fleeting.

The smile on his face instantly subsided, and the scattered and flying beard and hair slowly fell down. People present such as Zhou Ji, Wan Wan, and Poison God felt the existence of killing intent almost at the same time. He glanced at Qin Wuyan behind him, and although Taoist Cangsong didn't realize who was trying to kill him, but when he glanced around, he saw these demon cult members who were dressed in different clothes, had a cold breath, and looked like a heavy hammer. Smashing into his chest, Taoist Cangsong covered his heart, and couldn't help taking half a step back, a trace of remorse and pain appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Suddenly awakened, he has only one thought at the moment.

Go back to Qingyun Mountain to see Senior Brother Wan.

Turning around, Taoist Cangsong straightened his hunched waist again, waved his sleeves, as if shaking off the dust all over his body, and walked towards the door step by step.

The members of the Demon Cult standing outside subconsciously drew out their weapons, but retreated one after another under the stern and indifferent gaze of Taoist Cangsong, leaving a narrow passage for him to leave alone.

"Master, if it is true as Mr. Zhou said, Wan Jianyi is still alive, and this time Taoist Cangsong's return to the mountain will be like adding a helping hand to Qingyun." Behind the Poison God, a young gentleman with a soft face walked out, Staring at Taoist Cangsong's leaving back with dark eyes, he said in a deep voice, "It's not as good as us."

Qin Wuyan's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he stretched out his hand in a murderous motion.

Poison God's expression remained unchanged, but he glanced at Zhou Ji who was not far away from the corner of his gaze, paused for a moment on the Jade Immortal Sword, nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Brother Ghost King, what do you think?"

With the true thoughts of thousands of people, he certainly does not want Taoist Cangsong to return to Qingyun, but compared to Cangsong and Wan Jianyi, he is more concerned about Zhou Ji's attitude, especially after seeing Zhou Ji from Zhu Xianjian just now. The scene of rescuing Baguio, in the hearts of thousands of people, if it is not a last resort, they are determined not to have an enemy with him.

"Senior Poison God, Taoist Cangsong is not a member of my holy religion, and he is free to come and go. If we do the thing of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, who will dare to cooperate with my religion in the future?" At this point, thousands of people laughed loudly. "What's more, Qingyun doesn't have Zhuxian Sword, so what's the problem if he has more Cangsong and Wanjianyi?"

The laughter of thousands of people infected the Demon Sect people present, but Qin Wuyan's eyes beside the Poison God became more and more sinister, and the Poison God laughed, and praised, "Speaking of it, it is thanks to Mr. Zhou's help. Help us seize the Zhuxian Sword, although Qingyun has not been destroyed this time, it can be regarded as a complete victory."

Poison God said and looked at Zhou Ji, with a cold smile on his withered face like bark, "Mr. Zhou, I have an unfeeling request from my side, and I hope you will agree to it."

"Do you want to ask for the Zhu Xian Sword?" Zhou Ji looked at the Poison God with a half-smile, seeing through the greed and sternness in the other's eyes at a glance.

In fact, not only the God of Poison, but also the Sword of Immortals has a great attraction for all monks in the world.

Everyone knows that apart from Qingyun sect being able to hold the right path and producing a large number of talents, the biggest foundation is this ancient sword that deters the world and oppresses the righteous and demons who can't breathe.

But now, the artifact has changed hands, and it is in front of everyone. The Poison God, who hadn't spoken until now, is already quite calm, but when he heard Zhou Ji directly explaining his thoughts, the smile on the Poison God's face became more ferocious, and his hands were lowered. In the sleeve, the hoarse voice carried a hint of inexplicable chill, "Young master, what did you say? I just heard for a long time that the Zhuxian sword has the ability to kill gods and kill immortals. Its power is unparalleled in the world. Just now we couldn't see the whole picture clearly on Qingyun Mountain. I just borrowed it from the young master to have a look."

People from the Devil's Cult nearby responded one after another, the Ghost King frowned slightly, knowing how the Poison God's 'borrow' would be repaid, but he just wanted to take advantage of Zhou Ji's fight with Daoxuan before his true energy recovered, and find a reason to **** it away. .

Zhou Ji sighed lightly and shook his head, with a flick of his wrist, the stone sword was inserted into the stone slab in front of him with a hum~, and he grabbed the void with his free right hand. The palm seemed to disappear under the eyes of everyone, and then slowly appeared, and was pulled out from the void. He took another sword, the simple long sword that had just carried a Zhuxian sword light on Qingyun Mountain.

The Juexian sword was replaced by the left hand, Zhou Ji looked at the crowd calmly, and said calmly.

"Whoever wants to watch the sword, then come and watch it."

The Demon Cult members who had gathered around suddenly froze in their footsteps, and then all looked at the Poison God who was closest to Shi Jian.

The God of Poison narrowed his eyes, showing a hint of hesitation, but greed can overwhelm rationality after all. The God of Poison took a step forward and grabbed the Jade Immortal Stone Sword. The stench.

Swinging his long sleeves, a seven-tailed centipede suddenly appeared, turning into a stream of light and flying towards Zhou Ji who was three steps away. Beware.

The moment the seven-tailed centipede flew in front of him, Zhou Ji had already opened his right hand and grabbed the seven-tailed centipede.

Seeing Zhou Ji grabbing it directly with his hands, the poison god's eyes flashed, but there was a vague premonition that the seven-tailed centipede was full of strange poison. Once it died, the poison sac in its body would burst and overflow. Thinking that Zhou Ji would either be bitten and poisoned by the seven-tailed centipede, or kill the centipede and be plotted by the shattering and spilling, no matter how bad it was, he would have to dodge or block the centipede.

However, what Poison God didn't expect was that when Zhou Ji held the seven-tailed centipede in his palm, not only was Zhou Ji not poisoned, even the seven-tailed centipede in his hand disappeared.

The sword light slashed across, as if the air had been torn apart. Everyone felt an instinctive premonition of extreme danger at the same time. It seemed like an ordinary sword, but this fear and oppression even surpassed that of the seven peaks of Qingyun Mountain. One's Zhuxian sword light.

As if time had frozen, the poisonous **** in black robe still maintained the movement of reaching out to grab the sword, his eyes were fixed on the Zhuxian Stone Sword which was close at hand, obviously he was only a hair away from touching it, but it was just that Greed, ruined a master of the Demon Cult whose cultivation base was no less than that of Daoxuan and who was loved by thousands of people.

The primordial spirit disappeared in an instant, and the physical body collapsed.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them. The majestic master of the Wandu sect, one of the few masters of the older generation in the two ways of righteousness and evil, died so lightly under the sword of this young man?

First seize the Zhuxian Sword, and then kill the God of Poison, what is the origin of this man named Zhou Ji, and how strong is he?

Seeing the horror and awe in everyone's eyes, Zhou Ji heaved a sigh of relief.

During the time he came back from Qingyun Mountain, although the true energy in his body had recovered, it was not enough to support a fierce battle, so he used the Jade Immortal Stone Sword as bait, and put the stone sword in front of the Poison God to let the other party go. However, if the Poison God can get rid of his coveting of the Zhuxian Stone Sword and choose to fight him head-on, he will be afraid of the various methods of the Poison God, but in this way, the hand gestures between the two will definitely cause others to compete for the Stone Sword What the God of Poison wanted was to sweep away Shi Jian and escape from this place, but what Zhou Ji wanted was to take advantage of this and fight against the God of Poison.

A breeze blew by, and the hair and clothes swayed with the wind. Zhou Ji stood beside the stone sword, looked at the silent crowd, and repeated:

"Is there anyone else who wants to watch the sword?"

(After redeeming a leave slip, I was sleepy and tired, my eyes were dry and I couldn’t even open them.)

(end of this chapter)

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