One month later, in Family Chen Village, Ning Province.
A black light flew from the distant horizon and landed at the entrance of Family Chen Village.
The black light receded, revealing a black-clothed man's figure, precisely Immortal Wang.
Wang Changsheng came to Family Chen Village to look for the demonic weapon, the Demonic Dragon Sword.
The Demonic Dragon Sword was a famous demonic treasure that could only be refined with a Demonic Essence Diamond.
It was said that the sword could absorb the blood, flesh, essence, and soul of the cultivators it killed and then refine it into power. In other words, the more cultivators it killed, the more powerful the Demonic Dragon Sword would be. It was a growth-type magic treasure that relied on killing to advance.
Many cultivators believed that if the Demonic Dragon Sword was used to kill a large number of cultivators, it might even be able to suppress Divine Spiritual Treasures.
Wang Changsheng had many magic treasures on him, and two of them had weapon spirits. However, compared to the Demonic Dragon Sword, his magic treasures were nothing. After all, the Demonic Dragon Sword was a growth-type magic treasure that could advance. The other magic treasures were fixed when they were refined, and their power was determined by the user's cultivation.
Wang Changsheng released his Divine Sense and scanned the entire village, but he didn't find anyone.
Not long after, Wang Changsheng came to a dilapidated house. A plaque was scattered on the ground, and he could vaguely make out the words "Family Chen Temple" on it.
When Wang Changsheng saw the words "Family Chen Temple", his past experience suddenly appeared in his mind.
After hearing Bai Zihua's hot-blooded words, he resolutely embarked on the path of becoming a disciple. After going through many difficulties, he finally became a disciple of the Taiqing Palace. For a time, his glory was limitless, and even his family benefited from it.
However, all of this had been ruined by Yang Qian. First, he found someone to impersonate Wang Changsheng and abduct him. Then, he sent people to kill Wang Changsheng's teacher and kill all the witnesses. He ruined Wang Changsheng's family and forced Wang Changsheng to betray the Taiqing Palace.
When he thought of Yang Qian, Wang Changsheng's eyes flashed with hatred.
Although the Yang Clan had two Yuanying Cultivators, Wang Changsheng already had a comprehensive plan. He was more than fifty percent confident that he could wipe out the entire Yang Clan. At the very least, killing one Yuanying Cultivator would not be a problem.
Wang Changsheng had obtained the storage pouch left behind by the ancestors of Family Chen Village from the village chief. There were a few magic tools and some spirit stones inside, but the Demon Dragon Sword was not in the storage pouch.
He guessed that the ancestors of Family Chen Village had buried the Demon Dragon Sword in their coffins. If they could find the graves of the ancestors of Family Chen Village, they might be able to find the Demon Dragon Sword.
Wang Changsheng saw a group of tombs in the mountains behind Family Chen Village. At a glance, there were thousands of tombstones everywhere.
Soon, Wang Changsheng appeared in front of the largest tomb. The tombstone was engraved with the names of his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-
Wang Changsheng flipped his hand and took out a yellow jade ruler. Then, he gently shook it, and a yellow light curtain suddenly emerged and covered him inside. Then, he drilled into the ground and disappeared.
Two hours later, Wang Changsheng emerged from the ground with a strange expression on his face.
He did not see the Demon Dragon Sword in the coffin of Family Chen's ancestor, nor in the other graves.
"Could it be that the Demon Dragon Sword is in the hands of the Yang Family? And not in the hands of the ancestors of Family Chen Village? "Wang Changsheng muttered to himself in a low voice. But soon, he rejected this guess.
The ancestors of Family Chen Village took the Demon Dragon Sword and fled back to the family for protection. They probably did not hand it over. If the Yuanying cultivators of the Yang Family had the Demon Dragon Sword, they could have killed them and not waited for the elders of the Taiqing Palace to come.
Wang Changsheng thought about it and concluded that the ancestors of Family Chen Village had fled with the Demon Dragon Sword.
The Demon Dragon Sword was a treasure of the Demon Dao. Maybe the ancestors of Family Chen Village did not want the sword to harm the world, so they hid it.
Family Chen Village was located in a remote location with thin Spirit Qi. It was a good place to hide the Demon Dragon Sword.
Wang Changsheng rolled his eyes and gently waved the yellow jade ruler in his hand. A yellow light screen appeared and enveloped him before he disappeared into the ground.
Wang Changsheng spent several days with Family Chen Village as the center. He searched all the mountains within a thousand miles radius, but he did not find the Demon Dragon Sword.
Wang Changsheng stood in the Family Chen Temple with his brows tightly knitted.
If the ancestors of Family Chen Village did not want the Demon Dragon Sword to harm the world, they would have buried it in a place they thought was safe.
"Where is the safest place?" Wang Changsheng muttered to himself with his brows tightly knitted.
Suddenly, Wang Changsheng's gaze fell on the plaque on the ground.
"Family Chen Temple." Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up as if he had thought of something. He gently waved the yellow jade ruler in his hand and a yellow light screen appeared and enveloped him before he disappeared into the ground.
More than an hour later, Wang Changsheng emerged from the ground with a yellow brocade box in his hand. A few dim talismans were stuck on the box.
Just as he expected, the Demon Dragon Sword was buried under Family Chen Temple. However, the place where it was buried was a little too deep. Even if a cultivator passed by Family Chen Village and obtained the storage pouch left behind by the ancestors of Family Chen Village, he would not be able to dig a thousand feet into the ground to look for something.
Wang Changsheng opened the brocade box and saw a small blood-colored sword that was about a foot long. The hilt of the sword was engraved with a lifelike black dragon.
The blood-colored sword was sparkling and translucent. There was a faint trace of black Qi moving within the sword. It was extremely strange.
Immortal Wang took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and poured out some blood-colored liquid that gave off a bloody smell onto the small blood-colored sword.
An astonishing scene appeared. The blood-colored liquid completely disappeared as if it had been sucked away by the sword.
Immortal Wang took out two porcelain bottles and poured some of the blood-colored liquid onto the other parts of the small blood-colored sword. The same scene appeared, the blood-colored liquid was sucked away by the small blood-colored sword, the sword body becoming a bit brighter.
Wang Changsheng hesitated for a moment. Then, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the sword.
The blood essence was quickly absorbed by the small blood-red sword. The small blood-red sword emitted a clear sword cry. With a flash of blood-red light, the small blood-red sword expanded to three feet long, emitting a nauseating smell of blood.
Wang Changsheng held the hilt with his right hand and poured his magic power into it. The sword suddenly emitted a bloody light.
He gently waved his hand in the air and the void several hundred feet away fluctuated. A ten-foot long blood-colored sword Qi suddenly appeared and slashed at the wall.
With a bang, the wall collapsed with a loud crash.
After slashing with the sword, Wang Changsheng's essence blood was sucked away by half. His face turned red several times. With a flash of blood-colored light, the blood-colored sword returned to its original size.
With Wang Changsheng's current cultivation, he could only use the sword twice in a battle. However, the sword's power was clearly higher than other magic treasures. Otherwise, he wouldn't have consumed so much magic power.
Wang Changsheng was sure that the small blood-colored sword in his hand should be the Devil Dao's supreme treasure, the Devil Dragon Sword. If those Devil Dao cultivators knew that he had this sword, they would probably form a team to kill him. Even the righteous cultivators would not let him go.
With his current strength, dealing with two early Yuanying cultivators was his limit. If he encountered a mid Yuanying cultivator, he could only run away.
Therefore, the Demonic Dragon Sword couldn't be easily shown to others. Otherwise, he would kill everyone who saw it.
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