Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

After solving the Wild Ancient Demon Race, Xia Yan, who was in the small village at the foot of the mountain, moved his brows slightly.

His body has never left the mountain village from beginning to end.

The surrounding cicadas whispered, the birds whispered and the flowers were scented, and the clanging of iron from the sword shed seemed to compose a gentle and comfortable tune for the peaceful years.

There was a stark difference between the **** massacre and the Bu Zhou Mountain, which was thousands of miles away.

Who would know that this young man in black, sitting in the peaceful years, is experiencing two completely different lives.

He is constantly getting stronger!

Killing with murderous incarnation, the killing of heavenly soldiers and generals, and the killing of his own guardian spirit will bring him huge benefits.

And Xia Yan's murderous incarnation can also absorb attribute points from the Wild Ancient Demon Race.

In this less than an hour, millions of monster races have all died...

Among the desolate ancient monster clan, only the recently born children of a few years survived.

Anyone whose hands are stained with blood, whoever is a warrior of the monster race, has no one to live.

On this day, the world of fairy gods in the East was silent.

Some people would say that Xia Yan is an executioner.

Someone is applauding.

Some people are more afraid of Xia Yan...

Either way, but after the extinction of the Ancient Demon Race, everyone knew it well.

A sentence was drawn in the ancient times.

That was the most brutal and **** era in which the races were fighting for hegemony, and life and death were just commonplace. Today, it was buried by Xia Yan himself.

The so-called predecessors eventually died in the hands of future generations.

The so-called era will eventually be surpassed by the post era.

Representing the wild and violent Desolate Ancient Era with an imperfect ending, ushered in their end.

...

"Guest, it's all right."

In the small mountain village, the young man under the sword-forging shed wiped the sweat from his face, and joy appeared on his cheek, turned his head to look at Xia Yan, and smiled.

Xia Yan nodded with a smile, got up and walked over.

His eyes fell on the black sword on the sword casting platform.

This is indeed a sword. Because the main body is made of black jade, during the period, Xia Yan added a lot of heavenly treasure materials, so that the three-foot-long black sword, from the surface, has an impossibility. The magic of words.

But no matter who it is, he will be shocked when he sees this sword, and he will recognize it as an incredible treasure.

The young man who was in charge of making the sword didn't know that his previous hammer castings contained tens of billions of terrifying power.

He was also quite surprised, he really didn't expect that he could even forge such a perfect sword.

Yes, it is perfect!

This is the feeling that the black long sword brings to the teenager.

Excited him.

The biggest dream of every swordsmith in this life is to cast a perfect, peerless treasure.

In the legend of the Dragon Kingdom, there are even many swordsmiths who are willing to give their lives in pursuit of perfection.

This is the dream pursuit of the swordsmith.

"This sword is definitely better than Boss Liu's sword in the city!"

"Definitely, definitely, I have seen Boss Liu's sword, but I am confident that this sword is definitely better than Boss Liu's sword!"

The little boy said cheerfully.

These words were clearly heard by the hidden fairy gods near the small mountain village.

They almost fell to the ground without holding back.

What's so special, the things of the Emperor of Heaven, compared with the rich man in a city, this kid's heart is also big.

Because the Emperor Xia Yan is here, this small mountain village has ushered in countless gods.

No matter where Xia Yan is, even if it is a place where birds don't shit, it will become shining because of his presence.

Most of these celestial gods came from all over the world after being aware of the chaos.

At first, I was shocked, afraid of offending the Emperor, causing some bad misunderstanding, and then being slaughtered...

After slipping away in a panic.

Think about it later.

No, this can't run.

The emperor is here! What's the matter when we ran...

Not long after, these immortals returned, but they didn't dare to leak out a trace of their vitality this time, and they all kept peacefully outside the small mountain village.

They knew very well that the Emperor of Heaven would be able to notice them.

In the absence of the edict of the emperor, the immortals did not dare to enter the small mountain village rashly.

This is the time when you need to be cautious even when you meet the emperor in person and express your admiration.

The height Xia Yan has now reached has already reached this level.

"In this sword, there is a great rhythm..."

Xia Yan stretched out his hand and picked up the black sword, his eyes shot brightly.

Since this sword was cast by a young man on the surface, in fact, whether it is the use of mana, various materials, and even the nine spirits, all came from Xia Yan. Therefore, at the moment the sword was completed, Xia Yan became The absolute master of this sword.

No need for a drop of blood to recognize the Lord.

The owner of this sword can only be Xia Yan.

This is the treasure of his life!

Since he had mastered the black sword thoroughly, Xia Yan knew the status of the black sword very well.

On that, the slightest detail could not escape Xia Yan's perception.

The lines on the sword's edge that are invisible to the naked eye, after thousands of hard work, the layers of fine lines superimposed on the black sword formed a mysterious handwriting.

Now Xia Yan, he still couldn't understand this word.

But Xia Yan had a feeling that there were traces of great roads on his sword!

It turns out that the strange feeling that attracted me is the avenue.

In other words, when this kid was casting the sword, his movements and every move all contained the charm of the great road.

Since the great **** Pangu opened the world, the world where Xia Yan lives has been rumored to have retained the nine characters of Dao.

And now, he has mastered Zhan (Dahe Jianyi), He (Yin and Yang), Yuan (Reincarnation), Chuang (Throwing beans into soldiers, creation).

Four characters!

Nine characters dominate the fourth.

The perception of every kind of avenue is realized by chance or coincidence, or something else.

To this day, Xia Yan accidentally found another trace of the road.

I'm afraid no one in the world is more lucky than him, right?

But it’s right to think so.

Xia Yan's fortune is hundreds of thousands of times higher than those who have the chance to become holy.

With this profound blessing, he is the only one in the world.

"It's true that you can encounter good luck if you just walk around..."

Xia Yan was once again surprised by the benefits of luck.

But he was still very satisfied.

It's just that for the time being, I still don't understand what the traces of the road on my destiny magic weapon mean.

Finding traces of the avenue does not mean that you can understand it.

Xia Yan's eyes flickered, and there was a sudden movement in her heart, and she had a wonderful idea.

"Since the traces of the avenue can be left on my sword, does that mean that all traces of Taoism can be left on my natal magic weapon?"

"Heaven... Avenue..."

"Anything I know and control can be engraved on it?"