Chapter 13 Demon Lord, this is too miserable

Di Yange didn't know how many swords she had pulled out, and her body was already covered with scars.

It can be said that it was even more miserable than the previous thousands of cuts.

With a puff, she spat out another mouthful of blood.

As the swords were pulled out one by one, the pressure in the whole space became more and more severe. In the end, she could only crawl with difficulty, but it still couldn't stop her desire to die.

One of them seemed to have seen something.

"I know, every time a sword is pulled out here, the sword tomb will have a greater impact on people, and Di Yange will be more painful, but she is still pulling out swords. It's worthy of Di Yange, she has been so strong since she was a child. It's a pity that she became a demon in the end."

The swords in the sword tomb were decreasing one by one, and Di Yange's crawling speed was getting slower and slower.

She seemed to have crawled everywhere, and the entire ground was dyed red by her.

At that time, Di Yange really felt the coming of death. As long as she pulled out another sword, she would definitely be dead.

The immortals here were also worried about Di Yange's miserable condition.

Although Di Yange was indeed a scumbag, at least at that time, she was just a child who simply wanted to save her brother.

Di Yange crawled in the sword tomb for a long time, and the entire sword tomb seemed to be dyed scarlet. However, not only did she not die, but she finally found the last sword.

This is really the last one.

Di Yange was already too tired to get up.

So she could only grab the sword blade with her palm.

With a puff, the tender palm was directly cut in half.

"Hiss."

Everyone took a breath of cool air at the same time.

Di Yange seemed to have no feeling and continued to grab the knife with one hand.

When the other hand didn't work, she would use her body to hit it. Even if she was covered in scars, she would never give in .

Everyone's scalp tingled.

As expected of Di Yange, there was a reason why she could become the emperor of the nine heavens and ten worlds.

If it were any of them, they would have given up long ago.

"Ah!"

Everyone exclaimed.

Because they saw Di Yange actually hit the sword with her head, and finally the sword fell down, and she also fell beside the sword.

Just as everyone was exclaiming, the sword that was knocked down by Di Yange suddenly vibrated and flew up, circling above Di Yange's head.

At the same time, all the swords in the sword tomb trembled as if they had heard some command, and after a while, they also flew up into the air. All

the swords followed the sword and kept circling above the sword tomb, and finally formed a huge phantom.

People in the lower world may not recognize this phantom, but those in the upper world are very familiar with it. It is the phantom of the ancient Emperor Jinque.

"After tens of thousands of years, I finally waited for the successor."

"Hiss!!!"

Everyone was furious again.

This Di Yange must have been lucky.

It hasn't been long since he met two successors.

Comparing people is really annoying.

When they were in the lower world, which one of them didn't practice diligently on his own.

Compare with Di Yange again.

It can be said that as long as Di Yange behaves herself,

she can rely on these two inheritances to make her life smooth sailing.

"That's not right. The Demon Emperor doesn't know medicine, and she doesn't even have a sword, so where did her inheritance go? I know about the inheritance of Xuanyi. The only Xuanyi Immortal disciple now is the future Queen..."

"Hush, you are asking for death, how dare you say that."

In fact, there have been rumors in their God Realm that their Demon Emperor has some unclear relationship with her eldest sister-in-law Shui Yan'er.

As early as when Di Yange obtained the inheritance of Xuanyi Immortal Sect, everyone knew that there must be some dog blood in it.

But Shui Yan'er, that is their future Queen, who dares to talk about her to her face.

After realizing the careful slip of the tongue, everyone immediately shut up and continued to watch.

...

The shadow waved his hand, and the circling swords stopped immediately.

All the swords rushed towards the sword in the front, but after a while, all the swords disappeared, leaving only a sword emitting golden light.

This sword was like a god of war from ancient times, majestic and solemn, and its momentum was even more earth-shaking.

Then, the sword was divided into two, one real and one phantom. The phantom half rushed towards Di Yange and instantly sank into Di Yange's forehead and disappeared.

After a while, the wounds on Di Yange's body disappeared.

After Di Yange woke up in a daze, she found that her injuries had healed, and she was more energetic than before, as if she had endless energy.

Until she found the tall phantom in front of her, and a sword that was emitting golden light.

"What...what the hell?"

The phantom just said: "Boy, you will be the successor of the deity in the future. Kneel down."

Di Yange looked at the phantom that was not easy to mess with, and immediately said: "Kneel for what? I won't kneel to anyone except my parents and elders. Who do you think you are? You are worthy of me kneeling down."

"You..."

Not to mention that the phantom was angry, even the immortals were sweating.

That was the ancient emperor, and there was no comparison with the current emperor.

Such an ancient emperor can be said to be able to beat ten Qingyang emperors.

After a while, the shadow laughed loudly.

"As expected of my successor, you are full of courage. But you have already accepted my sword heart. You have to accept it even if you don't want it."

"What? I don't want it."

What sword heart? It sounds like a good thing.

One inheritance is already troublesome enough, I really don't want a second one.

At this time, Xiao Jue stumbled over from nowhere and knelt down in front of the phantom: "Master, I am willing to accept your inheritance and become your disciple."

"You are not qualified."

Xiao Jue lowered his head, holding his hand tightly, his palm was pierced, blood dripped from his palm, and he was very unwilling.

Originally, this inheritance should have been his.

But everything was snatched away by a child, he was unwilling to accept it.

"On what grounds? Why am I not qualified? If I hadn't just fainted, I could do what she could do."

"Yeah, old man. This guy wants it so much, just give it to him."

Di Yange's clothes had been cut into tatters by the sword energy, and he could only wrap his hands around his chest to prevent the rags from falling off. So he stood there, looking even more sloppy.

Compare that to Xiao Jue who was kneeling there devoutly.

The difference between the two was too big.

However, the phantom was also very stubborn: "What do you think of me? You have accepted my sword heart. Even if you don't want this sword from me, you are already my successor."

As he said that, the golden sword that was originally suspended in the air flew into Di Yange's hand.

"You are quite insightful, son. Man is sword, and sword is man. If you don't want a phantom sword, just throw it away."

At the same time, lightning and thunder were heard outside the sword tomb.

A large dark cloud with purple thunder was approaching the sword tomb at a very fast speed.

Yuan Chen Zhenren quickly withdrew from the sword tomb. When he looked in the direction of the sword tomb, his eyes were full of fear, and he murmured: "What's going on? Is there someone in this sword tomb undergoing a tribulation? This tribulation thunder is too terrible."

The Jianxin Sect also looked in the direction of the sword tomb in fear.

Inside the sword tomb, the phantom seemed to sense something.

"You... you actually have... you are worthy of being the successor chosen by this deity. This deity will help you."

The phantom soared into the sky.

Soon...

rumbling, the whole sword tomb was shaking and was about to collapse.

Di Yange looked at the sword in her hand, clicked her tongue, and threw it directly to the ground.

There was a clang, and Xiao Jue felt sad.

The thing he coveted was treated as garbage by that little brat.

Just as Xiao Jue was about to pick up the garbage, Di Yange picked up the sword again.

"I almost forgot, I came to the sword tomb to get the sword, just make use of it as waste."

After saying that, she took the sword and walked out leisurely. Of course, it would be even better if the constantly rolling stones could crush her.

"Kid, can you give me the sword?"

"Who is the kid? Don't even think about it. This sword is my brother's chance to enter the sect. Forget that idea."

Obviously, Di Yange wanted to use the sword in his hand to exchange for Luo Ziyin's chance to enter the sect. Everyone was gritting their teeth. This divine sword that even they were jealous of, Di Yange, this shameless man, dared to destroy it like this. Look

, the sword in Di Yange's hand also trembled, as if protesting Di Yange's words, and the golden light disappeared in an instant, and the whole sword turned into an ordinary-looking ordinary sword.

And Xiao Jue saw that the sword was so spiritual, and he was unwilling to step forward and grab it.

Di Yange smiled contemptuously, pushed the man down directly, pointed the sword at him, and provoked him: "Boy, you are too young. Wait until you become a strong man before you come to me."

Xiao Jue glared at him with hatred.

I don't know if it was because of his bad luck, a large stone that broke into pieces fell directly on his head, knocking him unconscious. At the same time, there was a wound as big as a bowl on his head, and blood was oozing out.

This made Di Yange and the onlookers a little confused.

Is this still the original Demon Lord who has no enemies except Di Yange?

This is too weak and miserable. Even ordinary stones can knock him unconscious.