"It's really a demon sword! Let's take a look."

Qin Shuang floated and sat in front of Peng Yue, pressing her palm on the Demon Sword.

After a while, Qin Shuang let go of her hand and her face changed constantly. Finally, she looked at Peng Yue and said:

"Peng Yue, I'm a little confused. You have to know that every time it sucks blood, it will become stronger, and this will increase the difficulty of refining it."

"Yes!" Peng Yue nodded bitterly.

"So, in the end, will it be that it is strong enough to get rid of you, or will you even kill you, or will you refine it before it is powerful?"

"I don't know either!"

"Also, even if you refine it first, can it change its blood-sucking nature? If it still wants to suck blood, wouldn't it have to keep killing? Unless you give up the Demon Sword? In this way, wouldn't you become a killing puppet?

This is really a sword that refines people, not human that refines swords.”

Everyone in the cave became nervous and looked at Peng Yue. If Peng Yue could not give an explanation that satisfies them, Yun He and the others would definitely destroy the magic knife.

The team of more than 100 people and hundreds of races passed through the plains and into the dense forest.

Under the leadership of the Earth Lord, they quickly walked through the dense forest. The fluctuations left by Yunhe and the others in the space were clearly visible in the eyes of monks with space attributes.

The reason why these monks pursued each other was that they suffered too much casualties in the previous battles and wanted to take revenge. On the other hand, when they thought of the black-clothed immortal emperor suddenly slashed and actually killed a Earth Lord, they suddenly felt greedy for the black sword.

"How far is it?" said one of the Heavenly Lords.

"Looking at the space, it should be not far away." said the divine.

"The monks in these Holy Land Alliance are really strong enough. This is God's injustice. Everyone has the same level of cultivation. Why are they stronger than us?

It is because they were born in a holy land that they learned the magical powers that were stronger than ours.” The Heavenly Lord said angrily.

"But they have a small number!" Another Tianzun smiled and said, "Even if the Manman continent is added, there are only seven continents. How can we compare with nearly a hundred of our continents? Our number of cultivators is more than ten times that of them. I want me to say that if they keep holding their troops and waiting for the final battle, they still have a glimmer of hope for victory. But they just ran to the center of this galaxy to fight with us. Even if we exchange three, four, or even five people for one of them, how many will they still have in the end?"

"Haha, I think they don't have many people anymore by the time of the real decisive battle."

"In the past ten years, a lot of deaths in our alliance have not been eight million, but there are ten million. But the Holy Land Alliance has also died about three million."

"We just need to use more to kill less and use time to reduce the power of the Holy Land Alliance. Compared to our strength this time, killing those four people will not be injured or killed at all."

"That black knife..."

"Don't consider the black knife. The knife-holder cut out such a knife. I'm afraid they are all dead now. Even if they are not dead, they are still dying. The relatively threatening one is the Heavenly Lord, but with the three of us here, it's not a problem."

"Will they find reinforcements?"

"This is not a problem, but it is not easy to find reinforcements on such a huge planet that can be hostile to us. If the reinforcements are not strong, we will kill them together. Their heads are meritorious."

"It's approaching!" the Earth Lord with space attribute suddenly said.

"Huh?" The monks looked at the Earth Lord with their eyes.

"The space trace shows that they have just left here shortly."

"Stop the sound!" A leader of the Heavenly Lord shouted in a low voice, and more than one hundred monks calmed down.

In the dark night, more than a hundred figures were flying against the ground, with only the sound of light clothes sweeping through the air.

Inside the cave.

Qin Shuang looked at Peng Yue and frowned slightly, and at this moment, a trace of despair appeared in Peng Yue's eyes. In fact, he had long felt that he was either sucked to death by the Demon Sword, or he was completely crazy and became a puppet of killing. He just persisted with his perseverance until now. Now that he heard what Qin Shuang said, who had saved him many times, the seeds of despair that had been suppressing in his heart began to sprout.

"Senior, is there nothing I can do?" Peng Yue's eyes showed a trace of expectation and looked at Qin Shuang.

Qin Shuang was thinking about Peng Yue's character. He was able to persist for so long, which shows his determination and his own persistence. He was able to ignore his own life several times and use the power of the Demon Sword to help others, which shows his character. Such a person is worth helping. But some things need to be figured out, and he raised his eyes and looked at Peng Yue and said:

"I haven't asked you about your origin yet."

Peng Yue was so excited that as long as Qin Shuang did not directly sentence him to death, there would be hope, and he immediately replied:

"I am a disciple of the Pengjiazhuang branch in Shangyuan Mainland, but my disciples left Pengjiazhuang very early and haven't been back for a long time."

"Why?"

"Because of resources!" Peng Yue said: "Our Pengjiazhuang is not a powerful family, and the resources are naturally tilted towards the direct line first. And you also know that 60% of the land before today were the laws of chaos, and the resources were originally few. So, when I was in the Mahayana period, I left the family. Later, I broke through to the Immortal Emperor and went back."

Qin raised her eyebrows, and Yun He and others also showed interest in their eyes. This is obviously a story about thirty years from the east to the west, looking at the return.

"The highest cultivation level in our Pengjiazhuang is my grandfather, who is just an immortal emperor. When I went back quietly, I found that my grandfather was still an immortal emperor, and those brothers and sisters of my generation were generally in the Jiutian Xuanxian. The highest cultivation level was just an immortal king.

I felt bored at that time!”

When everyone heard this, they nodded slightly. When a person's cultivation level reached a certain level, he did not have the hatred of killing his father or taking his wife, basically what was left was boring.

"I met my parents quietly, and my parents gave birth to a sister for me. Although they have a low status in the family, they are very content and live happily. My parents advised me to stay, but I have seen the wonderful things in the outside world, so how can I stay?

With the family’s resources, even if I use them, I can’t guarantee my cultivation improvement at all. In the end, I quietly left until now.”

"Always a casual cultivator?"

"yes!"

"Why don't you join the sect? For example, Taixu Sect, or the nine major sects? They don't lack resources, right?"

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