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"I'm not happy about it? Haha, the leader of the clan, it seems that you have forgotten your identity? With your strength, can you do anything to me?"

Sa Xian showed great disdain for the angry expression of the leader of the Xiandao.

Because he is a great wizard of the Witch Lord clan, his ability is second only to the Witch Lord clan's Agent Witch Lord.

Any cultivator with the same strength and level as him cannot be his opponent, even the patriarch of the Sabre clan is the same!

But the leader of the sword showed his grim smiled and said, "It seems that you have forgotten. You told me before that the most feared thing about monsters like you who practice great witchcraft is to be close to you. Now I am only three steps away from you. If you want to kill you, it is only in the blink of an eye!"

｛"Oh? Then you can try it. All your tribe members will die. Even if I die, I will use the curse of great witchcraft and use the power that the witch king blesses me, so that your entire sword-showing clan will be in a state of endless doom."

Sa Xian obviously had no fear.

For him, he only has one year's life. If he can't find the legendary witch king's grip today, he will die completely within a year. Therefore, death is not terrible for him. If he is destined to tear apart with the Xiandao clan today, it is obviously worth it to use his Saxin's life to exchange the lives of thousands of people in the Xiandao clan.

The leader of the Xiandao clan did not seem to doubt that Sa Xian had this ability.

After cooperating with the Wujun clan for so long, the patriarch of the Xiandao clan obviously knew that this guy's ability was definitely stronger than any great wizard. If the curse power that exploded before his death was really blessed by the Xiandao clan, except for those elders, all the tribe members would be implicated by this curse power and lose their lives.

Although he was a little confused, he could still tell who could provoke him, and who would never provoke him.

The great wizard Sa Xian is obviously the kind of existence that you must never provoke!

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Seeing his expression showing a little fear, Sa Xian smiled slightly and said, "If you are willing to apologize to Wu Jun, then we will still have a happy cooperative relationship, but if you continue to disrespect Wu Jun, you and me will naturally have to separate a life and death."

"snort!"

After thinking about it, the patriarch of the Sabre Tribe felt that the price of offending this lunatic was too high. Finally, he could only snort coldly, look at his pale face, and said to the wall impatiently: "Mr. Wu Jun, sir, don't care about villains, forget it."

"hehe."

Sa Xian sneered and was about to speak, but the wall covered with prophecy about the Witch Lord suddenly cracked at this moment, and a passage appeared on the back.

That leads to the underground, and it is obviously the entrance to the Wujun Tomb Palace!

This made Sa Xian overjoyed and couldn't help but say, "It's this, I can feel that the witch's grip is inside!"

Before he finished speaking, his man had already walked into the passage and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye!

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Bai Yang and Zhu walked far away in the swamp and suddenly felt a vibration from the ground. Several lights and shadows floated in the sky, condensed into a line of text.

The two looked up at the mosquito, with a little surprised expression because the words were not anything they knew. Zhu was far from knowing it, and Bai Yang was even more unlikely to know it.

But at this moment, the master who had been in silence suddenly said: "That is the words of the great wizard, which should be the prophecy left by their so-called witch king. The prophecy says that when light appears, the entire earth will be burned by holy flames. And the figure who came out of the light is the destruction demon. He will kill all life he can see, slaughter any human in the village, and even monsters cannot let go."

"But the following passage seems much more interesting." The Lord's voice suddenly had a smile: "When darkness covers the earth and when a man is born from the evil flame, he will end the malice of light, and his black fire will swallow light. His destruction will bring rebirth to the entire world of the Martial God Tower, and will also bring new hope to everyone who is imprisoned here."

After reading this passage, Bai Yang couldn't help but say even more surprised: "Can you think the person described in this passage is me?"

"Black fire, destruction, rebirth, obviously it all has something to do with you. However, the man who came out of the light in this passage is not simple." The master said with a serious voice. "Although I only saw that man a few times back then, I also knew that that man was definitely good at forbearance, and in order to achieve his own goals, he was willing to sacrifice anyone, even if he was his most cherished companion, relatives, and lover, for him, as long as he could reach the peak, he would be the bargaining chip that he could sacrifice."

"This guy is called Guangming. For his own selfish desires, millions of lives in the entire Snow Country were destroyed overnight, and all the snow spirits were absorbed by him. So he also built his own Light Palace above the ruins of the Ten Thousand Years Snow Country. He continued to strengthen his strength day and night until he cultivated the Light of the Extreme North and became an immortal light body-"

Speaking of this, the master said again: "I seem to remember something. The man who taught you the sword moves, his wife, should have died in the hands of light."

"What?"

Bai Yang's face changed.

He did remember that before Yu Xuanming left, he said that time had come and all grudges would be ended with his sword.

But Bai Yang never thought that Yu Xuanming's opponent would be such a terrible existence, and he was a guy who was afraid of even the master!

"If this is true, then wouldn't Senior Yu Xuanming be in danger?"

"He was a powerful man who used swords to master the gods. Although his strength has dropped sharply now, there should be many ways to deal with that Guangming. Even if he cannot kill Guangming, I think it would be not difficult to escape with his strength."

"Besides, his battle with Guangming will definitely be the most sensational game in the past thousand years. The top three people in the world who are ranked on the martial arts list are probably not the opponents of these two. I think except for the 6 madman in the world, the rest of the people who want to fight with Guangming will definitely not be able to stand up to ten moves."

"But isn't it impossible for the ancient world to reach the level of Martial Master?" Bai Yang said in confusion.

"That's right, but the strong men who have reached the True Saint Realm in the past will not be restricted by this rule. At most, they have no hope of becoming a god in this life. However, even if they cannot become a god and are suppressed by the formation left by the God-Emperor, their power is still very strong. Although they cannot exert the power of the True Saint, their realm is still the saint in the world and the most powerful person in the world."

"In addition to him and Yu Xuanming, I think there is also the sword god from the Sword Controversy Peak, and a man named Zi Yanhou who has such strength."

"Ziyanhou?"

When Bai Yang heard this name, he suddenly remembered the strange dream he often had back then. In that dream, he was a stone tablet, and a man in purple clothes and an emperor-like breath appeared above the stone tablet, trying to block the light ball in the stone tablet with one move of the Nine Heavens, but in the end he was powerless.

When Bai Yang thought of that man, he felt a little palpitations. Now that he is getting stronger and stronger, he can naturally understand how terrible the existence in that dream was.

The master and Bai Yang's mind were connected, so he naturally knew what Bai Yang's thoughts were. He whispered: "It seems that the dream has a great impact on you. Yes, the person in your dream is Zi Yanhou."

"But that person is dead?" Bai Yang was stunned for a moment.

He always thought that his dream was a memory fragment passed down from thousands of years ago, but he didn't expect that the terrifying existence in the dream was that there were still people living to this day!

"Marquis Zi Yan is not dead, and he will never die. Because he also wants to kill Guangming, those powerful people in the True Saint Realm who have been able to penetrate the sky and the earth want to kill Guangming."

"If I guess correctly, Yu Xuanming has found light now. Now he is an enemy of the whole world, but the real light is the enemy of the world."

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After hearing the master's words, Bai Yang could not calm his surprise for a long time, because he really didn't expect that there were so many powerful people in the True Saint Realm in this world.

He always thought that the Martial Lord was the peak of this world, but now the master told him that in the realm above the Martial Lord, someone has reached that level and is still jumping around outside.

Yu Xuanming, who once taught him swordsmanship, was a powerful man in the True Habitat Realm. Bai Yang was not surprised at all, but when he thought of an existence that was even more cruel and terrifying than Yu Xuanming, he was extremely bored and a little nervous.

This kind of tension was like a talisman that urged death and forced him to hate that his strength was not strong enough.

"Don't think too much. Now you want to face those legendary characters, you are undoubtedly seeking death. Even if you give you ten years, you may not be able to reach that level. But if you give you twenty years and thirty years, you may be able to control Xuanming and even brighter."

“I don’t have that much time.”

Bai Yang sighed. He knew his current situation and knew that he would never have so much time now.

But even so, he could not give up, at least, he could not give up at this moment.

If there is really a way to make him reach the realm comparable to the true saint in a short period of time, he would never hesitate, but at least the master would not let him choose this method.

But even so, it cannot cover up the fact that his time is not much.

Now Bai Yang is like he is in the darkness and is walking forward step by step, but this thing is like a sudden light appearing in the darkness, disrupting all his rhythms and making him unable to continue moving forward leisurely.

If he continues to relax like this, his plan will completely collapse, because after all, he promised the master and promised him to help him find those who harmed him back then.

But even so, the pressure he is under is too great now.

The master seemed to have noticed it and couldn't help but comfort him: "Don't cry, with your ability, give you enough time, you will definitely surpass everyone. Of course, now is the most time when time is most scarce, and you don't have much time, and I don't have it. If you can't get the ball of creation this time to reshape my body, I'm afraid you will continue to move on your way alone."

"Why do you say that?" Bai Yang was suddenly shocked because he heard the meaning of parting in the words of the master.

Farewell means that the master may disappear.

No matter what, Bai Yang felt a sense of crisis and couldn't help but say, "Don't you want to take revenge?"

"After so many years, I have forgotten the deepest hatred. Perhaps what I insist on now is not to take revenge, but to be perfect by the power of God. I have seen the possibility of perfect God's power in you, and also the power of God that truly belongs to you."

"The original idea of ​​creating it was to benefit those who could not possess the power of blood, but human nature was too greedy, causing me to be harmed and hunted down. Until I truly perfected the power of God, I entered a vicious circle. This vicious circle is a process that everyone will go through, that is self-doubt."

"The perfection and shortcomings of the power of gods are created by me, and I am its father, so I will naturally be responsible for it. Now its ability has enabled many people to have the power of blood. Just by judging by the three bloodlines of Fire Demon, Ice Dragon, and Golden Dragon on your body, as well as the bloodline you have, you are the one in the world who can truly integrate various bloodlines. Even I couldn't do this at that time. Since I saw its hope, the future of the power of bloodlines and the power of gods, why should I still be obsessed with hatred?"

At the end of the voice of the master, he was already hoarse and out of shape. He seemed to have suddenly seen through the vicissitudes of life and felt inseparable from this world.

Bai Yang could feel the aging in his voice, knowing that he had experienced countless years, and at first he was obsessed with hatred until he slowly let go of hatred, focused on modifying and improving the power of the gods, and turning the power of the gods into a more perfect power. This process must be very difficult for him. Because a strong man who was once invincible in the world but was harmed by a villain and was persecuted to this look is definitely full of hatred for those who have harmed him.

If he doesn't hate him and wants him to forget, it should be more difficult than letting him destroy both body and spirit.

The master of the year ago may have thought so.

But now the master felt that his soul body was gradually unstable, and suddenly he felt that his time wasted on his obsession with hatred was really too stupid.

This stupidity, compared to the current tight time, made him extremely regretful, and he also felt a little guilty about Bai Yang.

"Boy, if you can get the Ball of Creation to help me reshape my body this time, I can do some of your previous small calculations."

"If you mean that I am looking for ancient treasures, then forget it. According to what you said, if those true saints are still alive, if those treasures were not emptied by them, I would be afraid that there would be powerful guys guarding them, and I don't want to die."

After saying this, Bai Yang laughed out loud, causing Zhu Yuanyuan to look at him with an extremely strange look.

Zhu had a strange look from afar. When she was about to speak, a roar suddenly came from the deepest part of the Despair swamp, as if she was suddenly awakened. Then, a very bright light flashed in the purple mist shrouded in the darkness. Although this light arose, it swayed a ray of light in the darkness, accompanied by extremely heavy footsteps, rushing from the depths of the purple mist.

Bai Yang was calm and alert. Qingtian Xueluo had already started quietly, and Zhu Yuanyuan was shocked and looked inexplicably because she knew the creature that appeared from the purple mist.

"It's the dark-swallowing demon!"

Zhu Yuanyuan shouted loudly, and his extreme move appeared in his hand. He rushed in front of Bai Yang and attacked the black monster that looked like a human, a beast, and had a pair of light and curved horns on his head.
To be continued...