Dominator System of Myriad Realms

Chapter 37

There are all kinds of sword intents, such as thunder sword intent, frost sword intent, these are all intermediate sword intents.

Compared with the highest level of 'Sword Intent to Seal Demons', it seems a bit flashy.

Human beings are often creatures that pursue perfection when the actual situation allows it, and Zhang Chen is no exception.

Therefore, his gaze immediately fell on the peak 'Sword Intent of Sealing Demons'.

However, now he only has 200 system points left in total, which is not enough at all.

Moreover, sword intent fragments cannot be comprehended by using them, it mainly depends on the practitioner's own comprehension.

If Zhang Chen spent 1000 points and didn't comprehend the sword intent to seal the demon, then even if the 1000 points were still in the water, there wasn't even a splash of waves.

Therefore, the sword intent fragment is also a pit.

A bottomless pit.

"Forget it, there's no rush anyway, I'll think about it later."

Close the system store, out of sight, out of mind.

Sitting cross-legged, running "Qinglian Jue" and "Bamen Dunjia" to absorb spiritual energy and temper himself, he also controlled the white jade gourd to hover in the monk's house.

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As time goes by, Jin Wuxi falls.

The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded Lanruo Temple, and the ruined ancient temple looked rather bleak.

When the last ray of afterglow dissipated, the bright and clean Jade Rabbit rose from the east.

Suddenly, dark clouds like ink covered the moonlight, the wind howled around Lanruo Temple, and the gloomy smog gathered from the forest.

In a blink of an eye, the entire Lanruo Temple was surrounded by gloomy smog.

In the monk's house, Zhang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, as expected, the female ghosts under the old black mountain demon were beheaded one after another, and they couldn't sit still even with a little temper.

If it were him, he wouldn't be able to sit still.

Exiting the cultivation state, checked the aura in the white jade gourd, and took it back to the dantian. Zhang Chen pushed open the wooden door of the monk's house and walked towards the main hall.

Stepping into the main hall, Yan Chixia was already standing in front of the main hall with a long sword on her back, her eyes were like lightning, and her righteous aura made it difficult to get any closer to the gloomy smog around her.

"Brother Zhang, it seems that the banshee I killed today has already aroused the dissatisfaction of the tree demon. If there is a fight later, you should stand far away to avoid being involved."

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "Brother Yan, although my strength is not as good as yours, I am not weak either. I will wait and see what happens and help you at critical moments."

"it is good."

As soon as Yan Chixia finished speaking, a gloomy and terrifying aura oppressed towards Lanruo Temple.

"Yan Chixia, you stinky Taoist priest who doesn't keep your word, I let you go back then, but now you dare to kill my servants, today I will twitch your skin, peel off your skin, and suck out your soul."

Suddenly, a series of hoarse and male-like voices echoed in the sky, and the wind howled, and the bone-chilling chill permeated around Lanruo Temple.

"Yin-"

With the long sword unsheathed behind his back, the awe-inspiring righteousness covered a radius of hundreds of feet.

Yan Chixia jumped out of the hall with a flash of sword light, and said angrily: "Old witch, you have already made this idea, right? If so, Pindao will cut you under the sword today, and do justice for the heavens!"

"Jie Jie!"

Shrill and ear-piercing laughter came to my ears, and I saw an old man in a red robe coming towards Yan Chixia with cold eyes, not hiding his murderous intent at all.

"Smelly Taoist, what a big tone, it depends on whether you have the strength to kill me!"

"die!"

The sharp voice fell, and the roots behind the thousand-year-old tree demon were as black as ink, and the branches exuding metallic luster extended out, as fast as lightning, directly stabbing at Yan Chixia's heart.

"Evil can never prevail against good!"

Yan Chixia let out a long howl, her Taoist robe fluttered, and the long sword in her hand turned into a circle of swords in the void, she shouted angrily: "The sword returns to Wuji."

For a moment, the awe-inspiring righteousness condensed, and the long sword in his hand exuded a sharp aura. The sharp aura filled with the awe-inspiring righteousness that can suppress demons and ghosts.

"Clang!"

The long sword collided with the thick branch, and the sound of metal interweaving suddenly resounded in the void, and sparks shot out.

The terrifying air pressure swept out, and the bricks and tiles of Lanruo Temple were crushed, and the surrounding trees were also broken.

The hurricane roared and the dust flew.

Yan Chixia's face was solemn, and the old and pale face of the old Heishan demon was not relaxed. This blow was evenly matched.

In the hall, Zhang Chen restrained his breath and his heart beat like a drum.

Putting Yan Chixia's strength aside, she has already reached the Ninth Level of Foundation Establishment, and the breath of the thousand-year-old tree demon is actually a little bit higher, and she may have reached the peak of the Ninth Level of Foundation Establishment.

If it wasn't for her grandeur and righteousness, Yan Chixia really wouldn't be his opponent.

"Ding, grandma the tree spirit, the thousand-year-old tree demon has become a spirit. She hides near Lanruo Temple and cultivates. She has advanced demon skills. She manipulates her banshee to kill innocent people. She specializes in seizing spirits. The sky is angry with people. Please kill her and kill her for the sake of the people. "

"Mission reward: 2000 system points."

Zhang Chen didn't find it strange when the system prompt sounded in his mind.

Although I can't see through the urine of the system, even a few female ghosts have missions. There is no reason for this kind of boss not to issue missions, right?
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Chen would definitely leave here without looking back.

After all, with the thousand-year-old tree demon's cultivation, even if he opens the second gate of the Eight Gates of Dunjia, it will be a bit awkward. If he hits it, he will die.

But now, with Yan Chixia here and the demon-suppressing talisman, the thousand-year-old tree demon will definitely die.

The Millennium Dryad had to die, but he had to die by his own hands, so that the mission would be considered complete.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen opened his mouth, and the white jade gourd appeared in his hand, inspired by the aura, the fluorescent light on the white jade gourd flickered, and a terrifying aura was brewing in the gourd.

Once the tree demon is seriously injured, it is the best time to grab the head.

In mid-air, Yan Chixia's Taoist robe fluttered, her figure was as fast as lightning, and her sword light moved straight to the vital point, with a mighty and upright momentum for three thousand miles.

Although the Millennium Dryad was hunched over, his cold aura could not tolerate the slightest carelessness.

After all, with nearly a thousand years of cultivation, stepping on the dark wind, branches as thick as metal waved in the void, and the wind howled sharply.

The sound of metal crashing continuously resounded in the void, and sparks shot out, as fast as lightning.

"Smelly Taoist priest, die to me!"

The thousand-year-old tree demon's patience has been completely worn away. Yan Chixia is restrained by eight metal-like branches, and two sharp branches pierced out of the sleeve robe with lightning speed.

In an instant, Yan Chixia was like a light on her back, and with one move, the dragon roared to the sky, cutting off all eight branches. With a pinch of her sword finger, a black talisman engraved with golden runes appeared in her hand.

Spiritual energy was poured into the talisman, and the golden light was shining brightly, and the talisman rose into the sky, just like the Buddha descending into the world, with bursts of burning sounds.

Wherever the golden light passed, the demon retreated, and the smog around Lanruo Temple immediately dissipated.

"Magnetic—"

Covered by the golden light, the flesh and blood of the thousand-year-old tree demon was like boiling liquid, continuously evaporating white smoke, and the sharp and shrill screams could be heard endlessly.

Originally, the ultimate move hidden in the sleeve robe was also retracted.

"What the hell is this!"

Looking at the talisman floating in the void, the fear originating from the depths of the soul spread all over his body. The thousand-year-old tree demon was terrified and turned around to run away.

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