In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 555 I fight the Nine Spirit Sword Master?

Wang Jixuan heard a sense of powerlessness and unconcealable anger in Xiao Sang's shouting.

He thought for a moment.

In fact, he had a way to help Xiao Sang out of her current predicament, but this method would cause more harm to Xiao Sang than if she was captured and refined into a sword spirit.

Taoist Wang sighed slightly in his heart and began to observe the changes in the expressions of several key masters in the field.

The Nine Spirit Sword Master Jian Jiu was frowning and looking at the direction where Xiao Sang appeared, seeming a little surprised.

The woman standing on the fire phoenix just glanced at Xiao Sang without any change in her expression. It was obvious that she didn't care at all about the will of the sacred tree spirit itself.

The spear master Luo Tianjin, who was wearing only chain mail without an inner collar, curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, sighed softly, and said nothing more.

Huang Langyu, deputy palace master of Yushen Palace, frowned tightly and looked at Xiao Sang with a complicated look.

Master Zhihui glanced at Xiao Sang and said calmly, "When will treasures be able to decide who they belong to? Palace Master Huang, the spirit of the sacred tree seems to be extremely resistant to you. Separating her from the sacred tree will benefit Yushen Palace and not harm it. It can also prevent the four immortal palaces from fighting each other today."

Huang Langyu shook his head slowly: "This is wrong. If you fellow Taoists hadn't interfered, my Yu Shen Palace would have been able to lead the spirit of the sacred tree into reincarnation, reincarnation and cultivation, and Yu Shen Palace would have had one more great general!"

"Reincarnation and cultivation?"

Luo Tianjin laughed:
"Do you also want to learn from those hairless phoenixes, reincarnate as our human race to practice, and then lick your old face and say that the human race is nothing but this?
"If the spirit of this sacred tree falls into the hands of your Yushen Palace, I'm afraid it will become a great tonic for those old guys! And it can also be reincarnated for cultivation!"

Huang Langyu said angrily: "Luo Tianjin, you are such a bastard! How could my Yushen Palace do such a thing to the sacred tree!"

Luo Tianjin retorted, "Haven't you done enough of this? In ancient times, you lacked great virtue. You extracted the essence of the sacred tree to practice the Great Sun Burning Heaven Sutra. This sacred tree was almost sucked dry by you."

Jiuling Sword Master also said: "It should be true."

Huang Langyu said coldly: "In this case, Fellow Daoist Zhihui does not need to mediate. Let's fight to the end today!"

The figure of the Nine Spirit Sword Master flashed, and a sword light instantly burst out between heaven and earth.

He actually seized the opportunity when Master Zhihui had no time to sing a duet, and slashed forward with the rolling inky fairy sword in his hand!
The sky and the earth suddenly turned ink-black, and beneath the ink there was a stream of water surging, rushing in from outside the universe, mighty and endless, carrying boundless power, and attacking Huang Langyu.

Huang Langyu roared furiously, his body suddenly expanded, his clothes were torn to pieces, and he turned directly into a five-headed divine bird with dark yellow wide feathers all over his body.

But his body was still expanding, and the sword light was already rushing towards him.

A crack was opened in the inky sky and earth, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching from inside. The pale white crescent-shaped sword light was magnified tens of thousands of times in an instant, and pushed towards the divine bird that Huang Langyu had transformed into with the force of a landslide and tsunami.

Huang Langyu's divine bird barely managed to emit divine light, but this divine light exploded in an instant!
The body of the divine bird smashed through the formation of immortal soldiers of the Feather God Palace behind it and slammed heavily into the sea, leaving a trail of golden blood and flying feathers along the way.

The ink fades.

Heaven and earth returned to normal, and a huge column of water rose from the sea.

The sky was filled with the flying immortal soldiers of the Feather God Palace, like a swarm of bees dancing after a hive was poked.

In this world, the eyes of all living beings first focused on the sea water, and then gathered towards the figure standing alone between heaven and earth.

Wang Jixuan was using the alien soul puppet to move at this moment, and the gaze of this puppet was exactly the same as that of the people around it.

Hot.

Incredibly hot.

The elegance of that sword was imprinted in everyone's mind.

Wang Jixuan majored in Qingmu Avenue and minored in swordsmanship. The Qingping sword intent taught by Fairy Linglong had enabled him to defeat the strong with the weak many times and win the battle.

When Jian Jiu used this sword just now, Wang Jixuan saw the simplicity of the great way, the pinnacle of the sword, and the endless charm of the word "sword"!

He wanted to learn this sword, and the urge was extremely urgent.

After becoming an immortal, Taoist Wang, who had lost his direction, finally ignited his long-lost fighting spirit at this moment.

He has not seen the splendor of the top of the avenue.

One day, he will hold a long sword and kill a second-grade golden immortal. After that, he will be able to stand proudly between heaven and earth as if nothing had happened, and put on an arrogant expression as if "if you have the ability, send a Daluo Golden Immortal to kill me."

At this time!
There seemed to be a red sun constantly flashing above the sky.

The powerful pressure fell towards Jiuling Sword Master.

The Nine Spirit Sword Master stood still, looking up at the red sun above, as if he was going to pierce it with one sword. But if you look closely at his figure, you can find that his Taoist body and immortal sword are both trembling slightly, obviously under tremendous pressure.

The light of the red sun suddenly dimmed.

In the sky behind Jiuling Sword Master, a broken sword was quietly floating, with bloodstains on it.

The broken sword did nothing and did not reveal any pressure, but the pressure released by the red sun disappeared in an instant.

It is obvious that this is a confrontation between the two rulers of the fairy world - the Daluo Jinxian.

The deputy leader from the Dark Cult didn't even dare to breathe, let alone speak.

Wang Jixuan didn't show any fighting spirit at this time. He was just comparing the similarities and differences between these two Daluo Jinxians and Senior Bai Gu.

No one knew what the two Daluo Jinxians negotiated;
This moment, to the creatures within tens of thousands of miles, seems longer than half a month.

Finally, the red sun and the broken sword disappeared at the same time.

The sea breeze from the land of rising sun was cool and the sky had returned to its blue color.

Huang Langyu had already jumped out of the sea and regained his human form. He was now covered in dust and said no more.

If you can’t beat them, you can’t beat them;

The Nine Spirit Sword Master Jian Jiu seemed to have heard the voice. He nodded slightly, casually put away the ink-colored spiritual sword, and stood on the sea with his hands behind his back.

Jiuling Sword Master said slowly:
"What did the deputy leader of the Dark Cult say just now? Young talents come to snatch the spirit of the sacred tree? If so, my human race will inevitably bully you poor people.

"I want this sacred tree spirit. It will be perfect for me to refine it into a sword spirit when I return. I will set up a ring here. If anyone wants to seize this spirit, please step forward and take my sword. If you can take it, I will hand it over to you."

After saying this, Jiuling Sword Master strolled towards the top of the Fusang sacred tree.

The immortals from the Feather God Palace, Fire God Palace, and Dark Sect did not dare to stop him.

Jiuling Sword Master looked at Xiao Sang with fondness in his eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "If you dislike living things, why not follow me to challenge the sword path."

Xiao Sang said nothing, but clenched his fists tightly, and disappeared in a flash.

The Nine Spirit Sword Master was not angry either.

He has plenty of ways to extract the complete spirituality of the Fusang sacred tree, but he is not in a hurry. He must understand and communicate with this spirit, otherwise the whole sword of rebellion will be a harm rather than a help to him.

At this moment, everyone in the Gun God Palace was like eggplants hit by frost.

Luo Tianjin stretched himself lazily and muttered, "Boring, boring! Why don't the old guys just hide and watch the show? Why do they have to come out to mediate? They also say that a Golden Immortal cannot be easily destroyed during the Calamity Period... Let's see if there is anyone who can take Xiao Jiu's sword today... There shouldn't be anyone left."

The Nine Spirit Sword Master is already standing on the top of the sacred tree.

He sat cross-legged in mid-air, flicked his fingers, and a ladder formed in front of him.

There are thirty-three levels in total in the cloud ladder. Each level you go up will cause one to endure more pressure from the sword power of the Nine Spirit Sword Master. Only by climbing the cloud ladder can one appear in front of the Nine Spirit Sword Master and be qualified to receive a sword strike.

This also prevented some true immortals and celestial immortals from wanting to become famous through this opportunity.

Wang Jixuan's puppet watched the scene calmly.

He had no intention of trying it out. It would be great if he could keep this puppet to blow up the headquarters of the Dark Cult.

As for Xiao Sang...

All she could do was let Xiao Hua Ting sing her a beautiful ballad. Suddenly she heard a voice:
"Dark sect members, come to my side."

Wang Jixuan and the unfamiliar buddies around him looked at each other, then lowered their heads and flew towards the source of the voice.

There, Master Zhihui had her left hand behind her back and her right hand in front of her body. Her moon-white dress wrapped around her perfect figure. She had an extraordinary and holy temperament, but it always made people imagine a lot.

"I think he has learned some kind of charm technique, charm technique."

Taoist Wang thought so.

This is also a big problem.

He clearly remembered that Zhihui had been killed by him personally, but six hundred thousand years later, Zhihui had become the deputy leader of the Dark Sect and a great golden immortal in the fairy world.

There may be some conspiracy and intrigue related to the way of heaven behind this.

We just need to fully investigate Zhihui's growth trajectory, and some problems will naturally surface.

……

The identity of Wang Jixuan's puppet is an ordinary celestial being of the Dark Cult.

He inevitably has some 'friends', and these 'friends' are also talking to him through voice at this moment.

Wang Jixuan continued to pretend to be injured. The puppet's face was pale and his breath was weak. In response to these voices, he just nodded or shook his head and did not make any response.

Responding too much can easily expose one's true identity.

Then a woman asked with concern: "What happened? Is the injury serious?"

Wang Jixuan looked not far away, where there was a middle-aged woman in a black robe. She had a pretty face and a hint of concern in her eyes.

Wang Jixuan nodded calmly and replied, "It's okay."

"Oh?" The beautiful lady looked away. "I'm glad you're okay. I thought you were blown to death. That mechanical monster is really terrifying, and its methods are unpredictable."

Wang Jixuan said, "Protect me later, I can't hold on any longer."

Unexpectedly, the beautiful aunt rolled her eyes and said, "Protect you? Do you want to die? Can the two of us see each other in public? You look like a dead person. Are you disappointed that my man didn't die this time?"

Wang Jixuan: ...

No, there is a third party involved?

It is worthy of being called the secret sect.

Wang Jixuan did not respond. He lowered his head and coughed twice, acting as if he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Hundreds of celestial immortals gathered together, and several golden immortal elders simultaneously set up a barrier.

——Several major forces that showed up here are discussing the matter in this way.

Then I heard Master Zhihui say:
"I just received a message from a deputy alliance member. The Heavenly Dao Monument warns that the mechanical evil demon is hiding here at the moment, not far from us. Look carefully everywhere, don't get blown up again, or you will be embarrassed in the fairy world."

Wang Jixuan's heart skipped a beat.

Damn it, he actually cheated, the Heavenly Dao Monument was destroyed immediately!

Master Zhihui continued:
“Today’s matter has been basically decided. The Golden Immortal of Yushen Palace promised some benefits to other families, and the families will not fight for the body of the sacred tree.

“The spirit of the sacred tree belongs to the Sword God Palace.

“Although there are some tyrannical things happening here, the Sword God Palace has always been this tyrannical, so there is no need to be indignant about it.”

How could the Dark Sect immortals feel indignant at all?
Most of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The annihilation bomb had already left him with a psychological trauma, and now he was suppressed by the might of the Sword Master of the Sword God Palace who could challenge Daluo.
Even if they return and immediately go into seclusion to practice, some of them will probably still have some obstacles in their spiritual faith.

The elder Hou laughed and said, "The Sword God Palace and the Feather God Palace are enemies. It's not pretty to snatch food from the tiger's mouth. This sacred tree originally belonged to the Feather Clan."

"The treasures of heaven and earth can be inhabited by spirits. This is also the rule of the fairy world."

Master Zhihui changed the subject and said calmly:
“Yushen Palace will definitely not let go of today’s incident, and we will do them a favor later.

"You guys should also watch out later. The mechanical demon is very likely to take advantage of the chaos to escape. He may have set up some ambushes here."

Elder Hou asked, "Does the deputy leader mean that we should also send a few people to challenge the Nine Spirit Sword Master?"

The expressions of several Golden Immortal elders all changed.

They are no match for Jian Jiu!

The deputy palace master of Yushen Palace was almost killed by a sword!

Master Zhihui raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and pretended to listen attentively. Someone was speaking to her, and her lips were slightly opening and closing, as if they were discussing something.

Wang Jixuan watched in the dark.

Anyway, today's Sword Master's arena has nothing to do with him.

What he should be more worried about now is whether the Heavenly Dao Monument will directly point out that he used an alien soul to take over this person's body. Then his beautiful wish of blowing up the Dark Cult headquarters will inevitably fail.

"At worst, we can just detonate it here and kill as many as we can. Celestial Beings are also precious combat units in the Immortal Realm."

"The maximum charge of the annihilation bomb is still not large enough."

Just as Daoist Master Wang was thinking this, he heard Master Zhihui begin to give orders to the Dark Sect immortals:

"Do any of you want to give it a try? Let alone catching Jian Jiu's sword, even if you can step onto the middle area of ​​the thirty-three steps, it will be enough to make you famous."

None of the immortals in the secret sect agreed.

In the corner, Hei Yao, who was protected by the old woman and the old man, looked determined and took the initiative to say, "I am willing to give it a try!"

Master Zhihui glanced at them and snorted in dissatisfaction: "Special envoy, please take a rest. This is not something that a spiritual practitioner like you can get involved in."

Several Golden Immortal elders smiled slightly.

"You don't want to?"

Master Zhihui said slowly:
“Later, the Fire God Palace and the Feather God Palace will each select ten young talents to challenge the Nine Spirit Sword Master.

"This kind of opportunity is really rare. If there are colleagues who major in swordsmanship, they can get a lot of help."

Elder Hou simply said: "Why not ask the deputy leader to directly select ten people to help Yu Shen Palace."

"In that case, let Heaven decide and select ten people."

Master Zhihui had ten more jade pieces in his hand.

She casually threw the jade piece into the air, and then mobilized a trace of the power of heaven. The jade piece began to chase and spin like dice, and fell to various places at the same time.

A few seconds later.

Wang Jixuan's alien soul puppet looked at the jade piece floating in front of him with a dark face, and heard the voice of Master Zhihui in his ears.

“You are already injured, and your cultivation is not high. You must remember to be the last one later. This way, it will not bring shame to my secret sect.

“Don’t embarrass the young talents of Yushen Palace and Huoshen Palace.”

Wang Jixuan: ...

Did this guy do this on purpose or by accident?!
(End of this chapter)