Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 391 The Birth of the Divine Sword

Ling Zixiao held the magic sword tightly in his hand. The sword body was flashing with blue light, as if there was a powerful force in the sword body, supporting and encouraging him.

Ling Zixiao's expression suddenly became extremely confident. He stared coldly at the sky and sneered, "Lord Baihuang, you are so timid that you dare not even show yourself, yet you are still here boasting shamelessly, saying that within three years, you will destroy my three sects..."

"Do you want to see me?"

A faint voice came from the depths of the sky.

"This is not nonsense..." Before Ling Zixiao finished speaking, the dark sky was suddenly pierced, and the entire sky was torn apart like a curtain.

The sharp sword blade pierced through the sky, as if it came out from the sky. Countless people saw it. The sky was torn open, and above the azure sky, there was a black line that was extremely dark. The tip of the sword was like a meteor. The sword was extremely brilliant. The sound of the sword penetrated the space, the tip of the sword was trembling, and the sound of a phoenix resounded throughout the wilderness.

At this moment, even people who didn't know much about swords could hear the joy coming from the sword, as if they had met an old friend, full of joy and excitement.

The huge sword blade seemed to be able to pierce through the shackles of this world. On the sword body, complex and ancient totems and runes were engraved.

The sword itself is a legend.

Each rune is taller than a human.

This physical sword blade, which was almost three thousand feet long, flew in from the sky and pierced into the earth. A huge roar was heard between heaven and earth.

Countless people looked at the magic sword with admiration, the black blade and the black hilt.

Finally someone recognized it and screamed excitedly:

"This... this is the Sword of the Human Emperor!"

"Chengying!"

The two clear characters on the hilt of the sword made countless people want to kneel on the ground.

This is the first divine sword in the world that has cut through the upper realm. It is the most cherished sword in the hearts of all sword practitioners, with the utmost respect. It is the last glory of the divine weapon.

This is a divine sword that is praised by the world, a legendary sword passed down from generation to generation by sword practitioners.

At this time, its majestic face was finally revealed.

It is this sword that marks the beginning of a new era. On this ancient land, the conspiracy of the Emperor of Heaven was shattered by it. All the techniques of cultivation were spread across this divine continent because it split the fairyland.

So huge, so vast.

It spans between heaven and earth, connects heaven and earth, and is inserted into the earth.

"This is the true form of the immortal weapon. In your hands, 'Chunjun' will never be able to unleash its full power!"

Just as Bai Zhi's voice appeared, Ling Zixiao was suddenly completely stunned.

Everyone was surprised to find that the magic sword in Ling Zixiao's hand suddenly broke away from his control and flew up from the sky.

The sword body began to grow rapidly from one foot and three inches.

Then——

Just like a shadow appearing in the world, it pierced down from the sky and pierced into the earth.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded and stunned beyond words.

One is blue, the other is black. The blue is dazzling and beautiful to the extreme, while the black is pure and gloomy to the extreme.

On the blue hilt, there are two clear characters:

Chunjun!

Everyone suddenly understood why Bai Huang had just said: In your hands, Chunjun will never be able to exert its full power.

Ling Zixiao's face suddenly turned red. He originally thought that by offering the Heavenly Heart Seal and awakening the sect's magical weapon, he would be able to fight against the Lord of the Wilderness.

Totally unexpected.

Lord Baihuang's strength was far beyond his comprehension.

One of Taixuan's three immortal swords can only show its original form in the hands of Lord Baihuang. Ling Zixiao's body suddenly trembled violently.

His lips trembled as he spoke in a trembling voice, "You... destroyed my Taiwei Sword Sect and pulled me out of our Nine Fire Dragon Glass Beads, all because..."

Before he could finish his words, Bai Zhi's voice slowly rang out:

"That's right, I didn't awaken the Chunjun technique. I killed you Taiwei because I wanted to force you to sacrifice the sword. Only in this way can 'Chunjun' be born intact!"

"You are so despicable, trying to steal our sacred object with such means!"

Ling Zixiao roared unwillingly.

There was a sudden silence in the sky. After a long moment, Bai Zhi's voice rang out again: "You are right, but for the sake of all the souls in Jiuzhou, for the sake of our world that is about to be sacrificed, I must do this!"

"What you said is so nice..."

The essence and blood in Ling Zixiao's body were gradually dissipating. Having lost the Tianxin Seal, he was not going to live long. He did not expect that his chance to fight with the immortal sword for the last time would be ruthlessly deprived of him.

"This world belongs to you, to me, and to countless mortals and souls in Shenzhou. Our world should not be sacrificed. Therefore, someone must stand up to save himself and all souls!"

Bai Zhi spoke calmly and indifferently.

Ling Zixiao laughed crazily: "The person who stood up you mentioned, it can't be you!"

"it's me!"

These words were filled with imperial power, and a majestic aura began to emanate from between the two swords. Suddenly, a black hole appeared between the two huge hilts.

Then, a golden light extended from the black hole and directly appeared in front of Ling Zixiao.

Everyone stared blankly at the golden avenue.

I saw a woman in pure white, simple and elegant, riding a black Qilin with only two fiery red eyes, walking out of the golden avenue.

——Lord Baihuang!

Lord Baihuang of the Longyuan Sword Sect!

All of Long Yuan's disciples were excited. The moment they saw the sect's leader, countless people excitedly flew into the sky and automatically formed a sword formation, three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounding the golden light.

It seemed that at this moment, if anyone dared to touch the golden light, Long Yuan's swordsman would first see blood on his neck.

Their eyes were full of admiration and respect, just like looking at the rising sun.

That is the source of their faith.

Bai Zhi finally got off the Mo Qilin and walked in front of Ling Zixiao. Her face was gentle, like a bodhisattva. She helped Ling Zixiao up and said softly:

"Do you have any last wishes?"

Feeling the vast imperial power, Ling Zixiao's voice was very desolate: "Master Baihuang, your cultivation is very high. You can even control our sect's magic sword. In the eight thousand years of Taixuan's history, even the founder of the sect has not been able to restore it to its original state. It's a pity that you did it!"

His voice was weakening:

"You took Taiwei's Chunjun. Sooner or later, this news will spread to the Taishang Sword Sect. Next time, no Senior Brother Zhou from Taishang will make the same mistake as me and awaken the magic sword alone..."

Bai Zhi's face remained calm. "No, no one in Taishang will know about this, because I've already sent away the reinforcements you requested. Besides, the restrictions here mean not even a single insect can fly out. No one knows what happened today, unless they're the Emperor of Heaven's lackeys!"

Ling Zixiao's expression grew increasingly gloomy. He was indeed dying, his vitality already drying up.

"Even if you destroy Tai Shang, you can't defeat Beicheng, the true swordsman of Tai Xuan. You will never get that immortal weapon. Senior Brother Mo is my Tai Xuan, the most outstanding swordsman... He has already made a breakthrough..."

"Just wait and see. No one can stand in my way of light..."