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As I saw the improvement of my attainments, the sword of Buzhou Mountain was also refined into a wishful sword body by my spiritual thoughts, which can be big or small according to my spiritual thoughts.

The shape has also changed greatly, it is no longer a majestic mountain, but more like a carefully carved jade in the rough.

The body of the sword is pitch black, square and regular, the sharpness is not obvious, but it contains supreme killing intent.

I took a new name for this sword and wanted it to remain as the legendary sword of Mo Dao.In the future, Mo Dao may not have me anymore, but I want to leave this sword to Mo Dao forever.

Nameless Sword, Sword of Heroes, Kunlun Snow...

I thought about it for a long time, and finally only eight words remained in my mind.

Ghosts and gods are dark, thinking about themselves.

The way of magic started because of him, without him there would be no way of magic today.

When ten thousand immortals of Jinao Island came to court, the Taoist ancestor passed on the word, and he did not know how many disciples he had converted, and how many prophecies and proverbs were left behind.

The five elements travel freely with me, and all living beings in the four seas are destined.The long road and the majestic pass are as real as iron, and the nameless palace is full of good words.

Therefore, this sword should be called the Sword of Thousands of Prophecies!

As soon as I had this thought in my heart, the sword placed across my knee suddenly flew towards Jiutian with a clang.

My divine sense also followed the sword intent to travel around the eight poles and the void of the universe. When the sword returned from beyond the universe, the entire Immemorial God Realm would be enveloped by my sword energy.

At this moment, all the beings in the God Realm looked at Thunder Bluff.

The one with the quickest response was the source of the sword, Chunjun, who burst out the vibrato of Gengjin killing in human form.

"Chun Jun, what happened?" Jian Jia asked.

"Tianwai Sacrificial Sword of the Dao Ancestor returned with a consummation, and the sword will not be destroyed if the Dao of Demons is indestructible." Chun Jun said.

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Chapter 727 Angel Arrives

I am not a swordsmith, the appearance of the sword of thousands of prophecies is purely from my understanding and derivation of kendo.

This sword is beyond the scope of a magic weapon, and after being connected with my fate with the magic way, this sword has an extraordinary meaning.

From then on, as long as there is still a disciple of the Demon Dao, as long as the teachings of the Demon Dao are still in the world, this sword will not be broken.

Moreover, this sword can only be held by my disciples of the Demonic Dao. Wanxie and Almighty cannot distort the will of the sword itself. Except for the disciples of the Demonic Dao, this sword will never recognize a second master.

The way of magic begins with Xie Moling and ends with me.

Ever since I became the patriarch of the Demon Dao, what I have left for the Demon Dao is extremely limited. I only have the power to protect the Dao, but I have no virtue to pass on.

Mo Dao's current suggestions and the inheritance of Mo Dao all came from him 3000 years ago.

It's not that I underestimate myself, it's just because there is no other him in the sky and on the earth.

Even though I have become a saint in the way of swordsmanship, I still have respect in my heart when I think of him.In the spiritual realm of Mo Dao, I will never be able to surpass him, so I have to leave a sword behind.

I hope that the sword of thousands of prophecies can protect my demon way forever, ghosts and gods are dark, and I can think about myself.

Withdrawing the sword and returning to the Temple of War God, Yuan Rui, Jian Jia, Feng Zhu and others are all waiting for me.

Seeing my return, everyone congratulated me in unison.

"Congratulations to Daozu for casting divine weapons."

After seeing the ceremony, Chunjun proposed to watch the sword.

I handed her the sword, but she still didn't dare to reach out to take it.

Finally he sighed and said, "I can't handle this sword."

"Chunjun, you have already comprehended the origin of the sword, is there still a sword that cannot be picked up?" Fengzhu said with surprise.

"The world mentions me, Chunjun, and calls me the noble and unparalleled sword. The origin of the sword is the root of all swords, and I am also the leader of the army. However, the sword of Daozu is far superior to me."

"Oh, what kind of sword is this sword?" Fengzhu asked.

"I have to ask Zu himself about this."

When Chun Jun said this, everyone looked at me, including Xie Mo and Xie Ling.

Seeing that the two were eager to try, I handed them the sword.The two siblings cooperated tacitly, each stretched out a pair of immature arms, and together they supported the sword.

The blade is very heavy, even if I have blurred it once, it is still too heavy for them.

The way he tried to hold up the sword made everyone smile, only Chunjun looked surprised.

Her sword heart is sensitive, and the sword of thousands of prophecies puts tremendous pressure on her, making her dare not even touch it.So, seeing Xie Mo and Xie Ling take my sword easily, I was very surprised.

"Chun Jun, I don't know what type of sword my sword is. I only know that anyone who is a disciple of my Demon Dao can pick up this sword."

After finishing speaking, I handed the sword into Chunjun's hands.

Holding the hilt in his hand, Chun Jun gently pulled the sword out of the ebony scabbard. The light of the sword was as warm and lustrous as water, and the intent of the sword was as gentle as a spring breeze.

After staring at the sword carefully for a while, Chunjun stretched out two snow-white fingers and flicked it lightly.

The blade of the sword screamed in the air, and the sound of the sword was continuous, telling thousands of words.

The sound of the sword sounded, and everyone looked solemn.

"Chunjun, what did you hear?" Fengzhu asked.

"Disciple of the Demonic Way, eternal red." Chunjun replied.

"What about you?" Feng Zhu looked at Jian Jia.

"Ghosts and gods are dark, think about yourself."

"I heard that all living beings are equal, and there is no distinction between teaching and learning." Yuan Rui said without waiting for Fengzhu to ask questions.

At this time, the wind master turned his head to look at me, his eyes flashed brilliantly, "Xie Lan, what's the name of your sword?"

"The sword of thousands of proverbs."

"Good name, this sword can protect the magic way forever." Fengzhu said.

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They just admired me for forging a peerless sword, but they didn't ask me why I forged such a sword.