Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

On the fourth day of the seventh month of the year Yiwei, at the hour of Chou, when countless people were sleeping peacefully, a violent storm that could drown the entire world of strange people was brewing.

A peerless fairyland appeared in Jiuzhou. As long as you step into it, countless spiritual delicacies and treasures are at your fingertips. Even the rich spiritual energy of that place alone can be called a great opportunity that only appears once in a thousand years!

When such news came out, countless people were shocked at first, and then they couldn't help but set off.

Some old antiques had already taken action. One after another, figures broke through the night, traveled to Jiuzhou under the stars.

Not long after, an old man appeared off the east coast.

"Stop."

A voice came, and the King of Samsara carried a sword box and put it on the ground with some effort, without even looking at the old antique.

The other party was like a great enemy, and the flying figure quickly stopped, hesitated for a while, and retreated a distance.

In the past, the King of Samsara fought with a broken sword and never relied on any magic weapon. But this time, he brought out a brass sword box with a strong smell of decay and darkness. It was probably a treasure from a real forbidden area!

At the same time, he restrained all his sword intentions. Most strange people would think that the King of Samsara had become an ordinary person at this moment.

Only the old antiques who have seen a lot can understand that this is a terrifying state of the top masters of swordsmanship before they try their best to attack.

The sword is contained in the body, the edge is hidden and the light is restrained. Once the sword is drawn, the edge is exposed, and the enemy is at risk. Such a shocking killing move can even kill an opponent who is one level higher than himself!

This is why among the three thousand martial arts, the sword is the most prosperous.

In ancient times, the real great swordsman was often the representative of the fighting power of an era. Some legendary figures could even break the fighting power barrier of the current era.

For example, the most famous great swordsman in the era of Dao decline could cut the sun and moon without light, and the mountains and rivers changed color with one sword. No one dared to take it. The most terrifying record was to kill a ninth-level opponent with one sword. This was definitely something that only the ancient great powers could do.

You know, in that era, it was impossible for the world to produce great powers, that is, masters who set foot on the "true way".

"Hidden Sword Art, it may be a blessing for this era to have masters like you, but it is a pity to be too stubborn." The old man said so.

"No matter how strong you are, you can't go against the general trend of the world."

The King of Samsara still didn't even look at him when he heard it, but just smiled and said: "General trend? You? Haha."

The six words were harsh.

The old man's face was slightly gloomy.

But he still didn't dare to move rashly.

Until another figure came, carrying a two-meter-long black iron blade. The aura of the sword maniac Lin Xiao was terrifying at this time, and he had already surpassed his strength outside the bloody city that day.

Even the King of Samsara finally raised his head, but he only glanced at him lightly.

"King of Samsara, the cause and effect of the past has been resolved. Today I just want to enter the Peach Garden to take a look. There is no need to take action." Surprisingly, Lin Xiao spoke so kindly.

King of Samsara said nothing.

Another figure came, emitting a terrifying aura.

"King of Samsara, do you think you can stop everyone? Let us in early and don't cause trouble for yourself!"

The strongest was not very polite.

"King of Samsara, get out of the way. We just want to enter the Peach Garden. We don't have any extra thoughts." An old antique who had negotiated with the King of Samsara in a friendly manner also arrived.

"Reincarnation..."

More and more figures came to the East China Sea, and the collective aura they exuded was like a vast ocean, sweeping across the sky and the earth. The strong sense of oppression made people unable to breathe.

Every master was like a mountain, difficult to cross.

Their eyes fell collectively. If the opponent was below the king level, they would probably be shocked to death!

But the King of Reincarnation just stood with his hands behind his back, and the sword box beside him made a soft whine.

Not only the coast of the East China Sea, but also the rest of Kyushu were attacked by powerful enemies.

On the North Ridge, a bronze altar lay horizontally, with incense rising to the sky. Zhou Tai stood on the top of the mountain, his aura was as majestic as a mountain. Facing many strong men, his broad figure still stood tall.

"Kyushu Mountains and Rivers, Outsiders Stop."

The magnificent voice continued to echo among the mountains and rivers, and many figures did not act rashly, because at this moment Zhou Tai's aura had reached the terrifying seventh level!

He gathered the power of famous mountains and rivers, and burst out with peerless fighting power!

On the western plains, an old man and a young man walked on the vast land. The old man paced calmly, and with every step he took, a group of dark figures in front of him retreated.

Unlike the previous two places, a war had already broken out here.

Compared with the King of Samsara and Zhou Tai, the old man Wu Zong seemed not famous enough and failed to shock everyone.The antique attacked, smashing down a white sea of ​​fire. Unexpectedly, the old man punched out, and the terrifying martial spirit swept across everything, annihilating the sea of ​​fire. Then he took a step forward and pierced the chest of the old antique directly with his big hand.

Two more killing moves followed, and a strong man was bleeding on the spot!

Three moves.

The old antique who looked like a teenager didn't even have the chance to use the trump card he got from Penglai, and he died on the border of Jiuzhou, on this magnificent plateau.

All of a sudden, everyone was furious, and even the strongest couldn't figure out the depth of the old man Wuzong, so there was this scene of forcing everyone back step by step.

However, the face of King Yan Luo on the side was not very good. He looked worried. In front of the old man Wuzong, these people dared to really take action, then the south... I'm afraid it's troublesome.

Although Jiuzhou invited the descendants of Xuanmen and King Wu of Wei, the number looks good, but there is no decisive strong man there, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deter a group of evil wolves!

South China Sea.

Uncle Wei, Tang Yi, Xiao Hai, Old Heavenly Master, King Taishan, the only remaining top-level combat power in Jiuzhou are all here, two first-level strongest, three peak nine-step kings.

But they don't seem to have the corresponding deterrent power, and the eyes of the figures on the sea are full of teasing and contempt.

"Jiuzhou sent you to guard the house?"

"Haha, is there really no one available?"

"The former ancestral land has fallen to this point, and even the king is qualified to stand on the border?"

The irony is not concealed.

The reason why the people here haven't taken action yet is just waiting for the other battles to start, to ensure that peerless masters such as the King of Reincarnation and the Last Mountain God cannot rush over.

In response, King Taishan and the old Heavenly Master looked a little ugly, looking angrily at a group of high-ranking strong men.

Even Tang Yi frowned slightly, obviously not optimistic about the upcoming battle.

Only Grandpa Wei was calm and composed. He sketched a mysterious ancient formation on the ground and placed a large number of sacrifices, including many high-level sacrifices.

In the end, when he began to place four pieces of divine sacrifices with great care, everyone's breathing became heavier.

"Is this old man crazy? Does he think a divine sacrifice can scare us?"

"Hehe, he probably doesn't know that as long as we want, we can take away all the sacrifices before the divine sacrifice begins."

"This is really a great opportunity. Jiuzhou not only has a treasure land, but also actively sent so many sacrifices. I won't be polite. My grandson has the resources to break through!"

"..."

Every powerful man was excited.

At this time, Grandpa Wei finally set up a large ancient sacrifice formation. He straightened up, looked at a group of powerful men who were ready to move, and cleared his throat.

"I believe you all know that King Chen has been working under me for a long time."

King Chen.

As soon as this name came out, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Even after such a long time, his invincible demeanor is still engraved in the minds of many people. He faced the great sword cultivator and shattered the dark night with one stick. This peerless record cannot be ignored by anyone.

Although the world has returned to the era of decline, the spiritual energy has increased, and the dangerous land has emerged and treasures have been excavated. Many old antiques have already recovered to a level of strength that is not weaker than the great sword cultivator of that day.

But they all understand that if this King Chen had not been sealed by a pseudo-forbidden zone and suffered such an accident, he would definitely have reached a more terrifying situation!

More importantly, looking at the experience of King Chen along the way, it is hard to say whether a person like him still has other cards.

Therefore, his name can still shock the strong.

However, that's all. After a short silence, some people laughed again.

"King Chen, haha, do you want to remember this peerless genius of Jiuzhou again before you die?"

"Even if he returns, it doesn't matter now."

"A fifth-level supreme wants to rely on his residual power to intimidate the world? Haha, ridiculous!"

"..."

When Uncle Wei heard these words, he couldn't help showing a trace of sadness in his old eyes. He looked up at the great enemy, his back straight, his eyes cold, and spoke calmly.

"King Chen and I have a close relationship. He once left me an ancient sacrifice method and told me not to use it unless it is a matter of life and death."

"No matter where he is, this method can reflect his return."

After the voice fell, the people who had originally looked indifferent and mocked each other became quiet at the same time, and all looked at King Wei Wu of Jiuzhou, as if to confirm that there was some truth in his words.