Chapter 531: Send a Clock?

Dongdong...

The heart of the sword is beating.

As the sword was slashed out just now, Chu Shaoyang completely exhausted all his strength.

When the feeling of fatigue came, an inexplicable killing thought swept through his mind.

It was like a devil whispering in his ear.

Kill, kill more people!

Everyone you see can be killed!

Chu Shaoyang's eyes were covered with a trace of blood, and his consciousness began to blur.

The backlash of the Burning Blood Sword began!

In an instant, he felt that he was in a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

He was covered in blood, constantly killing, and his heart was extremely happy!

"No, this is an illusion!"

A touch of clarity flashed in Chu Shaoyang's eyes.

The powerful soul power instantly broke free from the confusion of the Burning Blood Sword and regained consciousness.

He summoned the Nine Dragon Sword Box and inserted the Burning Blood Sword into it.

The sword box hummed and trembled, instantly suppressing the power of the Burning Blood Sword.

Then, absorb the power of the Burning Blood Sword and repair the damaged part of the sword box.

After just a short familiarization, the rust on the sword box has been reduced by 30%.

The grade has been restored to the fifth-grade artifact, which can increase the power of sword moves by another 10%.

It seems not much, but it is an incomparable improvement.

"It can actually suppress the evil nature of the Burning Blood Sword."

Chu Shaoyang was quite surprised.

The Nine Dragon Sword Box is much more powerful than he thought.

It can even suppress the magic sword like the Burning Blood Sword!

"Three..."

He frowned and murmured: "There are still four magic swords to completely repair the sword box."

"I wonder how powerful the complete Nine Dragon Sword Box will be after the repair?"

He is looking forward to it.

The treasure left by his mother must have extremely strong power.

When mentioning his mother, Chu Shaoyang frowned slightly.

"Before rescuing my mother, we have to find Wuya Sword Master first."

"However, according to the time, it's time for the newcomer competition."

"Before going to the competition, we have to settle the disciples of Jian Pavilion."

He raised his hand and waved, and the scattered swords in the blood pool flew up at the same time and put them into the empty ring.

"I will only take 80 swords here, and leave the rest to you."

"In three days, the Jian Pavilion will hold the opening ceremony, and everyone is welcome to come to the ceremony."

After that, Chu Shaoyang was about to step into the air and leave.

"Wait!"

A warrior suddenly spoke up and shouted: "I haven't asked for your name yet!"

Chu Shaoyang thought for a while and smiled: "It's inconvenient to reveal your name."

"But you can call me Blood Sword God."

He left after he finished speaking.

The warriors were stunned on the ground, and it took a long time for them to come back to their senses.

"So many divine swords, and they left them to us?"

"Who is this Blood Sword God, and what kind of force is the Sword Pavilion he mentioned?"

"Didn't he say that the opening ceremony will be held in three days? We will know when we go there."

Everyone was full of gratitude and decided to personally thank him in three days.

...

Sword Pavilion.

After two days of repairs, the Sword Pavilion has taken shape.

In the square, Huo Mingzun led his disciples to wait here.

A young man came in the air and slowly landed in the middle of the square.

Huo Mingzun took the lead and bowed: "Meet the Pavilion Master!"

Chu Shaoyang smiled and waved his hand: "No need to be polite."

"I have collected 130 divine swords, you can choose your own."

Raising his hand and waving, the empty ring lit up with a silver light.

130 divine swords fell like rain, filling the entire square.

Hiss...

Everyone in the Sword Pavilion gasped!

Huo Mingzun pulled out a sword in surprise. As soon as he picked it up, he exclaimed: "This sword... actually contains a trace of sword intent?"

Chu Shaoyang nodded: "Eighty of them are from the ruins of the Ghost Sword Sect, and they contain sword intent."

"If you don't know how to distribute them, you can hold a disciple assessment, select talented disciples, and these swords containing sword intent will be distributed as rewards."

When the words "disciple assessment" came out, everyone was stunned.

Chu Shaoyang asked in confusion: "What are you doing..."

Huo Mingzun suddenly smiled with emotion: "The last assessment was decades ago."

"I just didn't expect that we would have another day to hold an assessment."

A group of elders and disciples nodded, full of emotion.

If it weren't for Chu Shaoyang, they would still be hunted by the Inspectorate, how could they have this day?

Chu Shaoyang laughed loudly: "Tomorrow we will open the mountain, and the Sword Pavilion will be officially established."

"Like other sects, we can also recruit disciples and strive for our own training resources."

"Remember, you are no longer sinners, but disciples of my Sword Pavilion!"

"Those who offend my Sword Pavilion will be killed without mercy!"

Everyone had infinite yearning in their hearts.

"Jiang Pavilion!"

"We will be disciples of the Sword Pavilion in the future!"

"One day, the name of our Sword Pavilion will also resound throughout this space!"

Seeing everyone so excited, Chu Shaoyang nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he discussed the opening ceremony of tomorrow with Huo Mingzun and several elders.

Until the next day, the morning sun rose.

The Sword Pavilion was decorated with lights and was very lively.

Chu Shaoyang stood in the air, looking at the completely different Sword Pavilion, feeling very emotional.

Others were 19 years old, still practicing martial arts under the protection of their families, and competing with their brothers and sisters.

But he had already entered the Taichu Holy Palace, established his own sect, and became the master of a sect.

"Pavilion Master."

Huo Mingzun came in mid-air: "The guests have arrived."

Chu Shaoyang nodded and came to the mountain gate with Huo Mingzun.

Although it was early in the morning, many warriors came after hearing the news and lined up in a long line.

Seeing Chu Shaoyang appear, everyone exclaimed.

"Here he comes!"

"The youngest sword master in the rumored world, the master of the Sword Pavilion!"

"He is the Blood Sword God!"

The incident of the Ghost Sword Sect yesterday had already spread overnight.

The name of the Blood Sword God resounded throughout the city!

"Everyone, welcome to the Sword Pavilion."

Chu Shaoyang bowed slightly and said with a smile: "Today is the opening ceremony, please witness the opening of the Sword Pavilion."

"Everyone who comes can get a first-grade heavenly sword technique and a first-grade holy pill."

The crowd was boiling instantly!

"Just for showing up, you can get a first-grade heavenly sword technique and a first-grade holy pill?"

"What a big deal!"

Everyone hurried up the mountain, fearing that they would be late and miss such an opportunity!

Huo Mingzun glanced at Chu Shaoyang and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Chu Shaoyang has the heavenly sword technique.

As for the pill, it is even simpler. Chu Shaoyang is a first-grade holy alchemist.

He has been the master of the sect for many years and knows the truth of making good friends.

Once Chu Shaoyang gave these treasures away, who would not know the name of their Sword Pavilion?

Within a few days, the disciples who came here to admire their reputation would probably line up from the foot of the mountain to the city gate!

"Get out of the way!"

A loud shout rang out.

The silver-haired snow wolf pulled the chariot and came in a group, slowly falling from the sky.

The warriors gathered at the mountain gate hurriedly made way and whispered.

"Silver-haired snow wolf, a first-level demon beast in the Saint King realm."

"If I remember correctly, only the Sun family would use such a precious demon beast to pull the chariot."

Just as everyone guessed.

The chariot fell, and dozens of warriors walked out of the chariot.

The leader was the head of the Sun family, Sun Qiong!

"Boy, we meet again."

Sun Qiong had a cold face, and there was even more anger in his eyes.

When he went back that day, he asked Sun Cheng about it, and he was furious after learning everything!

Zhou Ye left a legacy to help his Sun family become the first alchemy family in the city, just to overthrow the old man Tiandan and dominate the area!

And the plan that Sun Cheng had prepared for a long time was broken by Chu Shaoyang alone!

How could he not be angry?

Sun Qiong got straight to the point: "I heard that today is the opening ceremony of the Sword Pavilion. I came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything. I only had a small gift."

"Come on, bring it up!"

Several members of the Sun family brought a huge object covered with red cloth.

When it landed, it made a roar.

"This sound seems familiar."

The warriors watching looked puzzled, and they were more curious about what gift it was.

Sun Qiong smiled and lifted the red cloth, laughing: "My gift, the Pavilion Master must keep it well!"

The red cloth fell to the ground, and the treasure showed its true appearance.

Everyone present was shocked when they saw it!

"This, is this a bell?"