Volume 3: The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Chapter 402: I'll change your teeth!

The majestic sword force on the West Mountain dissipated, and all the powerful people in the world breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this person's target is only Xishan, but he doesn't know the cause and effect behind it.

"The old lion went through a kalpa of rest before returning to the ranks of the most powerful. Now, this sword has really hurt his vitality." Some powerful beings in the world knew the situation in Xishan and couldn't help but sigh.

"Not only that, I just watched carefully, that sword strike not only cut off the old lion's eight heads, but also cut off 30% of Xishan's luck!"

"really?"

"It's in front of everyone, how can it be fake? If you don't believe me, just look for yourself!"

The great man of heaven and earth did not believe in evil, and used his magical power to observe the West Mountain. He saw a majestic golden lion of luck lying in the clouds, with nine heads that were broad and round, looking quite mighty.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the eyes of this golden lion of luck have lost their sharpness and majesty and have become dull and lifeless. Its originally thick mane is also a little messy, and there are extremely tiny bloodstains on its fur.

"this……"

Many powerful people lost their voices.

This Taoist master's sword is really strangely tight!

Cutting luck with one sword, unheard of!

"This old lion is so pitiful!" A sigh came from the void.

Then, a rather evil voice sounded: "Hey, is he pitiful? What is the ultimate purpose of this Taoist master making such a big fuss and putting on such a show of conquering the West Mountain for us to see?"

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey. Xishan is the chicken and these powerful people are the monkeys!

"You mean the contract?"

The gods were not brainless people. They were previously intimidated by Mingyu's sword power and did not think clearly for a while, but after being reminded, they all reacted.

“I don’t know if you have noticed that the sword cut off 30% of Xishan’s luck. Logically speaking, Xishan’s fate will decline, and this decline will definitely last for a long time.

But when the old lion signed the contract, the decline was slowed down, and the decline of his fate was curbed to a certain extent, although the change was very small. "

So, the key is, what exactly is this contract? It can actually affect the fate of a huge group of people!

The saints were eager to know what this Taoist master wanted to do.

Because they vaguely felt that this had a lot to do with themselves, but no matter how they calculated, they could not figure out the cause and effect. This feeling was very bad and made all the saints feel uneasy.

"How about we go and ask?"

Someone asked tentatively in the eastern void.

As soon as he finished speaking, he won support.

"I agree. How about asking fellow Taoist?"

"I agree. You are truly a man of great virtue. We will certainly remember your kindness!"

"Go ahead, fellow Taoist. If anything unexpected happens, I will take good care of your Xiantian Cave and all your fellow Taoists and disciples. Don't worry!" A burly god appeared and said in a loud voice.

"Bah! You really have no shame. This fellow Taoist wants to sacrifice himself for us, and you actually want to protect his Taoist lineage! I, the Taoist Master Beiyue of Fushan Dongtian, am ashamed to be associated with you."

Then, the black-clothed great man who called himself Beiyue Zhenren turned around and looked at the first Taoist who spoke, and said angrily: "Daoyou, don't worry, and tell me the location of your Xiantian Cave. I, Beiyue Zhenren, will guard the Taoist temple for you and not let the villains take advantage of it!"

The Taoist who first proposed the idea looked at him expressionlessly, with a hint of resentment in his tone: "Is there a possibility that I am the real Beiyue?"

The powerful man in black: “…”

All the Gods: “…”

The scene was awkward for a while, but fortunately, they were all gangsters, and when it came to being thick-skinned, no one else present was much different.

The powerful man in black coughed and slapped himself on the forehead.

"Bang~"

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the headless corpse fell straight down.

hiss~

Who is this ruthless person?

Beiyue Zhenren didn't expect this guy to be so decisive, and immediately said with regret: "Hey, Taoist friend, why do you have to do this?"

As he spoke, he shook his sleeves and fished out the headless corpse that had fallen into the void.

boom--

A strong light flashed, the space shook violently, and terrifying energy vented in all directions, destroying countless rivers and mountains!

Seeing this, countless powerful people silently put down their raised hands.

"Eh? That person went west!"

A Taoist in green robe suddenly appeared in the void somewhere, and his voice attracted everyone's attention.

Mingyu was seen sitting quietly on the sky for a while, then he walked westward without stopping, sword in hand!

"Come again?"

The two saints on Lingshan Mountain were extremely alert because this time Ming Yuzhen had set foot in the Western Land!

Really going?!

The powerful people from all sides saw the Yin-Yang sword energy piercing through the golden clouds above Lingshan Mountain, and they became excited.

"Why!"

Zhunti sighed, and golden light shone brightly above the sacred mountain. Infinite Sanskrit sounds resounded through the sky. A majestic golden body appeared out of nowhere, thousands of feet tall, and the eternal and vast pressure was released, like a chaotic demon god!

The man in white stopped and looked at the image on the top of the mountain with surprise in his eyes. He was the first to ask, "Why is the saint blocking my way?"

The aura of the majestic golden figure stagnated, and the pressure that had just been released was taken back.

"Are you passing by?"

"certainly!"

Mingyu said with certainty that he had deliberately turned from the northwest and passed by here!

Zhunti remained silent and angrily withdrew his golden body.

"Go ahead!"

"Saint is very reasonable. Thank you Mingyu!"

Mingyu bowed, holding a long sword in his hand, and strode forward. The mighty sword energy dispersed the golden light that had gathered on the top of the mountain again.

The "reasonable" saint felt his hands itching, so he urged, "Hurry up!"

"good!"

Mingyu made a sound, and the yin and yang of heaven and earth suddenly changed. A sword force gathered again, and he released the Dharma image of the Great Demon King. Demonic energy was everywhere, and all directions were in chaos. The Western world was shrouded in dark clouds, and countless Western believers could not keep their Taoism faith, which led to the test of the Taoism.

Mingyu disappeared in a cloud of dust, and the face of the Saint Zhunti turned pale .

"Haste makes waste. We still have a long way to go in this Western Land..."

A murmur floated into Lingshan, and I didn't know whether it was really lamenting the long and difficult road or lamenting the great Western religion.

The saint's face turned from blue to black.

As expected, he is a cultivator of the Yin-Yang Dao. Who else is this Yin-Yang?

The westernmost point.

The White Tiger God opened his eyes again, which had just been closed.

This Taoist master is even more petty than I thought!

“It’s difficult!”

The God was helpless. After a moment's silence, he came up with a solution that was not a solution.

Not long after.

A burly man with a golden sword on his back walked out of the west pole with steady steps and met the man in white head-on.

"What is the purpose of your visit, Taoist Master?"

The Golden Swordsman has a rough chin line, and his deep brown eyes are full of calmness and confidence. His restrained aura contains a terrifying sword intent.

Mingyu looked at the person who came and smiled brightly.

"I'll replace your teeth!"

The man with the golden sword stumbled and his momentum became a little scattered.

A gust of wind blew from the west, passing through the sky and the earth, bringing with it a sense of solemnity and confusion.

…

"That matter has nothing to do with me!"

The Golden Swordsman pinched his brows. He really didn't want to fight.

Losing the fight is shameful.

Winning the fight...

The Man with the Golden Sword looked up at the sky and dared not think any more.

There is no benefit whether you win or lose.

Mingyu took out a strand of silver hair and waved it in front of the Golden Swordsman with a smile on her face.

"That was what I gave to the Old Ancestor of Xishan in my early years. I didn't expect that he would give it to that evil creature to protect him." The Golden Swordsman explained patiently.

"I don't believe it!"

Mingyu tilted her head and looked away.

The Golden Swordsman was anxious, and he stepped forward and said, "Really, there is no need for me to lie to you!"

"Tsk, Xishan is under the command of your White Tiger clan, so the cause and effect are also on you." Mingyu said lightly.

"Just now in Xishan, you said you would spare his life. Doesn't that mean all cause and effect are resolved?" The Man with the Golden Sword frowned.

Mingyu said: "The ancestor of Xishan said that for your sake, he would spare Xishan this time. Doesn't this mean that the cause is you? So I came to Xiji to see you and finally put an end to this!"

Are you playing tricks?

The Golden Swordsman's face darkened, and he was a little angry: "Can you please be reasonable?"

Mingyu was surprised: "I always reason with people."

The Golden Blade Guest is very angry.

He gritted his teeth: "What do you want?"

"I'll replace a few teeth for you, and that'll be it." Mingyu said.

"We really need a fight?"

"Not really, give me some teeth first!"

The Golden Swordsman was stunned for a moment, "Really?"

Mingyu nodded honestly: "I really want it."

"What are you going to do?" he asked curiously.

"When we came out, a few younger ones asked for it, and I agreed!" Mingyu spread his hands.

Can you just agree to this? It's not your tooth, so you don't feel pain, right?

The Man with the Golden Sword was angry. He held the golden sword in his hand and snorted coldly.

"How many do you want?"

Mingyu smiled: "Not too many, not too many, three is enough!"

That’s not much…

The Golden Swordsman decided to keep things quiet.

He rummaged in his sleeves and actually pulled out three canine teeth, as sharp as a dagger.

"Here, I got it from my previous breakthrough."

Now Mingyu was stunned. “You carry your own teeth with you?”

The Golden Swordsman glanced at him and said, "Why, you haven't seen it before? The Phoenix Clan can use their feathers to refine treasures. Do you have any objection to me leaving a few teeth?"

"No problem, no problem."

Mingyu gladly took it and put it away in a jade box.

Seeing this, the Man with the Golden Sword breathed a sigh of relief and planned to leave.

“Wait…” Mingyu called out to him.

"What happened again?"

"These teeth are not impressive enough, I want some with bloodshot teeth!"

The Golden Swordsman's face turned green and he flatly refused.

"No!"

"That can't be helped, I can only do it myself!"

Mingyu looked regretful and walked forward holding the Yin-Yang Sword.

"Are you being unreasonable? You just said you only wanted teeth!" The Golden Swordsman took a step back and put on a ferocious face.

"Yes, I said I wanted the teeth first, I didn't say we would leave after we got them!" Mingyu asked him to recall.

The Man with the Golden Sword remained silent and spread out his hands.

"I'll hit you if you want, but you have to give me back those three teeth!"

“No!”

The Golden Swordsman felt like he was having a heart attack, and he held his sword horizontally in front of him.

"Come back!"

“No!”

"You really won't return it?"

The Golden Swordsman narrowed his eyes.

Mingyu shook her head firmly: "I got it with my own ability, why should I return it?"

"Then I won't be polite!"

The Golden Swordsman suddenly bowed to the sky and said, "You can see that I am doing this to get my teeth back. I have no other intentions!"

His gift was insignificant, but Mingyu was unhappy:

"What do you mean? You look down on me, don't you?"

The Golden Swordsman said nothing, but his deep eyes showed a calmness as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

That person won't take action.

"bring it on!"

The golden sword vibrates, winds come from all directions, he will show no mercy.

"Just what I want!"

Ming Yulang laughed.

"In the past, I witnessed the great way of Lord Meng Zhang in Dongji, and learned a form of dragon-fighting technique. Now I ask you for your sword, please don't let me down!"

"I also want to see how a rising star like you compares to us old guys!"

The man with the golden sword took the first action, and his long sword cut open the sky. Boundless murderous aura surged, whether in the east or west, or in the north or south. The rolling murderous intent, driven by every gust of wind in the world, was converging towards the west.

Clouds come from the dragon, wind comes from the tiger.

The White Tiger God controls the world and kills.

What he chopped out was a knife , what he stirred was the wind, and what came to Mingyu was endless killing!

Above Mingyu's head, a blue phoenix that covered the sky flapped its wings and flew high. The tree of life had already been fixed in the void. He stood among the myriad winds and killings, unmoved.

A sword was handed out.

"cut!"

The world froze in an instant, the long river flowed backwards, and the Yin-Yang Sword jumped in his hand.

The sword that transcends life and death meets the knife that cuts through thousands.

boom--

Swords clashed, life and death collided, the boundless sword energy and knife light cut the void in all directions into pieces.

The Golden Swordsman did not move , and Mingyu did not move either.

"Good boy, come again!"

A smile flashed in the eyes of the Golden Swordsman.

Mingyu laughed loudly: "Lord God, if that's all, I will definitely pull out your tooth!"

The smile in the Golden Swordsman's eyes disappeared instantly.

"Then try again!"

The wide sleeves were rolled up, the golden sword rose again, the wind was howling, thousands of killings moved with the wind, the terrifying aura swallowed the sky and the earth, and the Gengjin Yuanqi in the entire western extreme was in turmoil.

Mingyu put away his smile, waved his sleeves again, and thrust out one sword after another. The yin-yang sword light transformed into thousands of sword shadows and pierced into the boundless gale.

The sword's power is endless and carries the law of death. Yin and Yang, life and death seem to form a cycle, constantly eroding the swordsman's mighty power.

The man with the golden sword frowned and then relaxed his brows, and he pushed the golden sword out.

The golden sword burst out with a bright light like the scorching sun, and the innate killing weapon showed infinite power at this moment.

"go!"

Mingyu also pushed out the sword in his hand.

The black and white sword light wanders on the boundary between life and death, going back and forth with the true meaning of reincarnation. The sword is in yin and yang, changing constantly.

The overbearing golden sword breaks through yin and yang, and sees life and death. After experiencing life and death, it returns to reincarnation. This sword is extremely difficult to deal with!

The Golden Swordsman was helpless, he stretched out his hand to recall the sword.

"bite!"

A jade bracelet flew out and hit the knife, causing the golden light to dim.

Immediately afterwards, a punch came, piercing through yin and yang!

Touch~~

The Golden Swordsman took the blow head-on, retreated half a step, and finally his expression changed.

"you……"

There's something weird about this kid!

"You have to use your fists to pull out teeth!"

Mingyu transformed the jade bracelet into the Twelve Heavenly Wheels and hung them behind him, then directly fought against the Golden Swordsman with his powerful body!

He had already seen clearly that the person coming was not the real person!

So what are you waiting for? Just do it!

“Come again!”

With one punch, the heaven and earth shook.

The Man with the Golden Sword took another step back, and he became furious.

"Where are you going, kid?"

The big palm clapped out with great force.

“Come again!”

Mingyu grinned, attacked fiercely, and punched hard.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

"How come this kid's body is so strong!"

The Golden Swordsman cursed inwardly, this strength was almost comparable to his original body.