Nine Tribulations Sword Demon - Chapter 1374

On the side of the God of war daozong, daowumeng and the ancient statue are also ready.

Especially the ancient statue.

His hair is disheveled, his beard is stubby, and he is very untidy, but no one dares to underestimate him in the whole God of war sword sect.

Although the Tianjiao battlefield is not over yet, the ancient statue has been determined and will be the man of the God of war sword sect.

“I seem to have heard that the ancient statue and ye guchen had a grudge in the past.”

“I have also heard that they seem to have made a sword decision. Although ye guchen won in the end, it was only a tragic victory.”

“This ancient statue is really the only one who can force ye guchen to that share.”

Many disciples of the God of war sword sect are whispering.

“Gu Zun, in fact, you don’t have to. Even if you don’t do it, it’s hard for ye guchen to survive the burial of Tiandao.” on one side, Dao Wumeng shook his head slightly.

The ancient statue’s face remained unchanged, and his voice was hoarse. “You’re wrong. It’s not the purpose to let ye guchen die.”

“To make an end with him and make a sword decision is the goal.” the ancient master said.

If he just wants ye guchen to die, he can stop and look at di Haotian, Chu XuanZhen, Huang Qianqiu and others to kill ye guchen.

But if we don’t make a sword decision with ye guchen, the ancient obsession will never be removed.

“Ye guchen, the burial of Tiandao this time is finally over, even for him…” the ancient statue muttered.

The man in his mouth is naturally his former teacher and extraordinary.

It’s a pity that he can’t say that name anymore.

……

Kill the demon clan.

In a continuous dark mountain range.

Suddenly a vision appeared in the sky, and ten huge dark demons stood on the sky.

Every demon shadow is like hell in hell, emitting a palpitating chill.

“Is that vision the holy hell?”

“Is he finally going to pass?”

Such a vision attracted the attention of many elders and disciples of Miedu demon sect.

On a mountain, Wan’er stands tall and graceful.

The black dress outlines the devil’s figure, and the beautiful face is covered with black yarn, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes like water.

“Is the holy hell finally going to pass?” Wan’er murmured to herself, and a ray of dignified color appeared in her eyes.

Saint Yama is really too powerful. He is one of the four emperors. He is juxtaposed with the emperor for thousands of years.

Boom!

While Wan’er was thinking about it, a roar came from the mountains not far away.

Immediately, a figure broke through the pass and stood on the sky.

It was a young man in a dark robe, with dark gold lines on the edge of his sleeves.

He was handsome and his skin was unusually pale without any blood.

One eye pupil is completely white, full of darkness, like the eye of the devil.

Around it, ten dark shadows of hell surrounded it.

That’s his talent vision, ten Temple hell.

The saint Yama himself seemed to be the master of the ten hall Yama.

As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Wan’er. At the moment, his body moved, as if it had turned into a black smoke. The next moment, he appeared in front of Wan’er.

“Unexpectedly, Wan’er, you should be here waiting for me to get out of the pass.” Saint Yama smiled and was very evil.

His dark pupils without white eyes scanned Wan’er’s graceful body up and down without concealment.

Wan’er frowned, showing a trace of boredom in her beautiful eyes.

Although she has the title of witch and looks like a wild woman, she is actually very defensive. She hasn’t even been touched by other men.

Saint Yama has always had a desire for her and made no secret of it, which is also the reason for Wan’er’s disgust.

“You think too much. Wan’er just wants to see how much you’ve improved. It seems that you still haven’t broken through to the realm of the venerable in the heavenly palace.” Wan’er left her lips and said.

“Hehe, it’s not so simple to break through the heavenly palace, but I have that chance to bury the heavenly island.” Saint Yama doesn’t mind.

What he needs to do now is to bury Tiandao and break into the realm of Tiangong venerable.

Then find a way to capture the identity of the little patriarch of Miedu demon sect.

In this way, even if Wan’er’s status is not low, he can occupy it at will.

Wan’er doesn’t know what Saint Yama thinks.

Therefore, she wanted to support Dugu Qiumo.

The first reason Wan’er supports Dugu Qiumo is that Dugu Qiumo has the magic emperor’s vision of nine days. She can practice the core skill of Miedu demon sect, the Heart Sutra of killing demons.

The second reason was that he wanted to support Dugu Qiumo to become the leader of the Xiaodu demon sect, which made the holy hell plan come to naught.

Saint Yan Luo glanced at Wan’er and said as if he remembered something: “I heard that Wan’er found a martial artist named Dugu Qiumo outside. He has the legendary magic emperor’s vision of nine days?”

Saint Yama’s words didn’t surprise Wan’er.

Although he was in seclusion, many disciples in the sect belonged to him, so it was really easy to find out the news of Dugu asking for the devil.

“That’s right. Dugu Qiumo should join me to kill the demon sect after Tianjiao battlefield.” Wan’er said straightly.

With Dugu Qiumo’s strength and his vision talent, if there is no accident, 100% will be attracted by Miedu demon clan.

“Hum, what if I let him not get out of the burial island?” holy hell said coldly.

What holy hell wants is the position of the little Lord of Miedu demon sect.

Dugu Qiumo was obviously a great threat.

“His strength is not as weak as you think. It’s not so simple for you to kill him at will.” Wan’er said coldly.

Dugu Aotian’s power of seeking evil has begun to show in the holy emperor world.

That’s a fierce man that even the emperor can contend with for thousands of years.

And holy hell and Emperor Qianqiu are equally famous, so it’s not so easy for him to kill Dugu and ask for the devil.

“Really, let’s wait and see.” holy hell smiled coldly.

……

With the passage of time, the people and horses of the three main gates and the Sifang sword Pavilion all set out.

The four overlord families, Dongfang, Nangong, Ximen and Beiming, are also ready to start.

Originally, with the Su family, it should be the five aristocratic families, but the Su family was destroyed, so there were only four of the five overlord families left.

The Tianjiao of the four overlord families did not participate in the battle of the holy emperor before.

At present, they want to participate in the battle of burying Tiandao.

Nangong Jueyun also set off from Nangong aristocratic family. His eyes were cold and fierce.

Nangong Jueyun can’t only forge.

He is a fellow practitioner of martial arts and weapons.

“Ye guchen, I will find the failure in forging above the martial arts!” Nangong Jueyun said coldly in his heart.

On the other hand, Dongfang aristocratic family, as the first of the four aristocratic families, has the greatest pomp.

On a building ship stood a group of young Tianjiao and people of Dongfang aristocratic family.

There was a leisurely look on their faces.

Among them, there is a girl in purple. If ye guchen is here, she can certainly recognize it.

It’s the Oriental purple cloud!