Sword of Gods and Demons?

Ye Changsheng looked at the huge sword without an edge in his hand and muttered to himself. The next moment, the rust on the huge sword fell off, and infinite sword light burst out and rushed straight to the top of the palace.

Ancient artifact? No, the grade of this sword should be higher than that of an ancient artifact.

Because he found that the pressure emitted by the Sword of Gods and Demons was far greater than that of the Swords of Heaven Burial and God Slaying.

Then, his mind moved, and the Sword of Gods and Demons sank into the Tianji Sword Box. The three swords, God-Slaying, Heaven-Burial, and Chaos, made sword sounds, and the vast sword energy swept through, filling every inch of space in the palace.

Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged, restrained his mind, and began to familiarize himself with the inheritance of Emperor Brahma, Brahma's Creation Skill, God and Demon Transformation, and Burning Blood Madness?

A set of martial arts appeared in his mind, the Brahma Creation Technique, and two magical powers, the Divine Demon Transformation and the Burning Blood Madness.

When the Brahma Creation Technique is practiced to the highest level, one can transform into heaven and earth and devour endless creation for one's own use.

The two magical powers, Divine Demon Transformation and Burning Blood Frenzy, have very high requirements for the physical body. Even though his physical body has now reached the emperor level, he is still unable to practice these two magical powers.

The physical body is in tune with the spirit, and only then can one practice.

Ye Changsheng fell into endless contemplation, becoming more and more curious about Huang Fantian's identity. He always felt that he had a connection with gods and demons.

What exactly is the bloodline and divine body that he passed on to me? And why did he ask me not to show my divine body and bloodline to others easily? What secrets are there? All the doubts lingered in Ye Changsheng's mind. He had his own guess, "Master, are you worried that the divine body and bloodline will bring danger to your disciples?"

There was a moment of silence.

He kept everything in his heart. Since he couldn't figure it out, time would give him the answer. Now the most urgent task was to practice and quickly improve his own strength.

After all, there are so many enemies, we can't let them down.

One month.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, An Qianjun had already left the secret realm, leaving only An Luoer still waiting.

As long as Ye Changsheng didn't come out for a day, she would stay in the secret realm.

On the top floor of Listening to the Rain.

Zang Qi, Ye Moyue, Xiao Suifeng, Sikong Luoxue, Xuanyuan Dongjun and others stood upright, their eyes all fixed in the direction of the An family's ancestral land.

Xiao Suifeng said, "It's been a month, why hasn't Brother Ye come out yet? Has he accepted the inheritance?"

Zang Qi glanced at Xiao Suifeng and said, "What can I say about you? If you hadn't accepted the inheritance, why would Master Ye not come out for so long?"

"Just wait patiently. I have a feeling that Master Ye's cultivation will soar this time when he comes out of retreat."

Xiao Suifeng asked: "Your sixth sense?"

Zang Qi said: "The anus is itchy, right!"

Xiao Suifeng: “.”

"Monk, I was wrong. Don't look at me like that!"

At this moment, a beam of light appeared from the An family's ancestral land and rushed straight to the top of the nine heavens. It was so radiant that it covered the sky and the sun.

Zang Qi turned around suddenly and asked in shock: "Is it about to start?"

Xiao Suifeng's face changed drastically, and he said in disbelief: "This sword energy is so strong."

So comfortable.

Go in.

Really went in.

This feeling is so great.

Xiao Suifeng said in a deep voice as he sat cross-legged, immersed in cultivation. Ye Moyue, Ye Chen, Ye Yaoer and others were doing the same on his side.

Zang Qi's eyes fell on Xiao Suifeng, "Isn't it just that the sword energy entered his body, why is he smiling so wildly?"

"I almost got misunderstood by you. I am too pure. I am so pure that I am a little shameless."

Sikong Luoxue's eyes flickered as she stared at the empty light column. "This is sword energy. Such pure sword energy. No wonder they are so immersed in cultivation."

"This sword energy is very, very, very helpful to sword practitioners."

Zang Qi showed an envious look, "Sword cultivator, that's great, I really hope I can be a sword cultivator too."

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Sikong Luoxue glanced at Zang Qi and said, "Forget it. Isn't it good to be a monk?"

Zang Qi said: "Miss Luoxue really understands me. I am bald, so I am strong."

boom.

boom.

Two explosions were heard, shaking the sky and pressing down on the underworld, as if this world was about to be destroyed.

Zang Qi shuddered, "I'm so scared. It's such a big fuss. Donor Ye is so mean. Can't he consider our feelings?"

"Zang Qi, Dong Jun, look quickly, what is that?" Sikong Luoxue exclaimed.

Hear the sound.

Zang Qi, Xuanyuan Dongjun and Yan Lingji raised their heads and looked towards the sky, each of them was stunned, with their mouths wide open as if a fist could be stuffed in.

"Is this a divine image?" Zang Qi's voice trembled, "Woo woo."

Sikong Luoxue hurriedly said: "Zang Qi, what is the divine appearance? Isn't this Mr. Ye's Dharma appearance? It's the same as your Dharma appearance."

Zang Qi glanced at Sikong Luoxue and shook his head, "My appearance is the Dharma image, and this is the divine image. They are different, very different."

"When he first entered the divine realm and condensed his divine appearance, Donor Ye is unmatched in the ages."

"Between this poor monk and Mr. Ye, how did I lose, Buddha? This poor monk will never compete with Mr. Ye in realm again. Woo woo, it makes me so sad."

Sikong Luoxue saw that Zang Qi was really crying, "Zang Qi, what is going on with the divine appearance?"

Zang Qi was just about to speak when four divine swords appeared above the nine heavens and hung upside down in the air. The overwhelming pressure of sword power enveloped him, making him feel as if he could not breathe.

Four swords were hung upside down in the air, like four pillars supporting the sky, lingering on both sides of Ye Changsheng's divine image, with unparalleled power and boundless majesty.

Zang Qi raised his head and looked into the void, "Can someone please talk to me properly? This is too damn scary."