The ancient mythical beast quickly wears a cruel and ruthless

"Junior sister, you have to rely on your own ability to get the Flying Immortal Sword! Come on, I'm rooting for you!" Su Li brought her to the gathering place and encouraged her.

Seeing that Su Li didn't help her but encouraged her, Sang Tian felt so angry that she didn't know how to vent.

She stomped her feet and went straight to the front of the team, leading everyone towards the sword tomb.

"Yunxuan, don't participate! Give this opportunity to your junior sister!" Zheng Shanhai's voice came to my ears.

In the past, because the original body gave away a strand of essence and blood, he did not appear here without Zheng Shanhai's instructions.

This time, he was afraid that Su Li would snatch away Sang Tian's opportunity and make his breakthrough plan fail, so he gave special instructions.

"Okay, then I'll go back and practice in seclusion." Su Li curled her lips and disappeared in front of him.

Afterwards, he followed the sword-taking team into the sword tomb in an invisible state.

Although the sword tomb is buried with the swords of the elders and inner disciples of the Changling Sect, it seems dull against the backdrop of the Feixian Sword.

The Feixian Sword, located in the center of the sword tomb, looks down at the other swords from a high vantage point.

The half-exposed sword flashed with a sharp cold light.

The disciples of Changling Sect were eager to make a move, looking at the Feixian Sword with excited eyes.

Most of them come here to try their luck.

What if it is pulled out?

At this time, Sang Tian humbly took a step back and said, "My fellow brothers and nephews, please go first!"

She knew that if she didn't have the strength of her senior brother, it wouldn't be so easy to pull out the Flying Immortal Sword.

Although the eldest senior brother did not give her essence and blood, she had her own way.

She wanted to be the finale, and dazzle everyone by pulling out the Feixian Sword.

Seeing how polite she was, everyone praised her.

The first person in the team is the chief disciple of the third generation and also the apprentice of Second Senior Brother Sang Tian. He only has the foundation-building level of cultivation.

He took a step forward, stepped onto the sword platform, and poured his spiritual power into the Feixian Sword.

However, the Feixian Sword did not react at all.

He sighed softly, turned around and went down to look for other weapons that suited him.

Just like that, after trying to draw their swords to no avail, the disciples of the Changling Sect either went to look for other opportunities of their own or left the sword tomb directly.

Until the last one, Sang Tian.

At this moment, only she and the invisible Su Li were left in the cave.

Sang Tian took a deep breath and leaped onto the sword platform.

She injected her spiritual power into the Feixian Sword, and the Feixian Sword actually responded.

A faint yellow light appeared on the blade of the Feixian Sword, as if encouraging Sang Tian to continue.

Afterwards, the hilt of the Feixian Sword began to slowly climb upwards, like a small animal smelling food.

However, at the moment when the Feixian Sword was about to be drawn out, the sword tip seemed to stop.

No matter how Sang Tian used her spiritual power, she couldn't pull it out of the sword platform!

"What's going on?" Sang Tian felt extremely disappointed. She felt that she was just a little bit away from pulling it out!

It seems that I have no choice but to use my ultimate move!

She formed a magical seal with her hands, and a trace of demonic energy appeared on her body.

Su Li raised an eyebrow.

She still exposed her identity as a demon cultivator.

However, judging from her magic power, she probably hasn't been practicing it for too long, which is why the elders of Changling Sect didn't notice it.

Sang Tian once again injected the devilish energy into the Feixian Sword, trying to pull it out in one fell swoop with the power of restraint.

Unfortunately, she didn't know.

The first owner of the Feixian Sword was a true immortal cultivator.

It is simply wishful thinking for someone like her to use magic to make the Feixian Sword recognize its master.

The moment she poured her magic power into the Feixian Sword, it automatically sent out a series of cold blades, attacking Sang Tian.

"Ah!! How could this happen!" Sang Tian was forced back several steps by the cold blade, and looked at the Feixian Sword that had retracted into the sword platform with lingering fear.

Failed?

She is so unwilling!

"Brother, this is all your fault! If you could lend me a bit of your blood, I would definitely be able to draw this sword!" She complained to herself.

Su Li couldn't help but snort.

This woman is really weird.

Always find fault with others when it is not your own fault.

Since she couldn't draw the sword herself, she felt like someone owed her something.

And the flying feathers.

It was clearly she who brought the demon back, but her identity was discovered by her original self.

Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. In addition, Feiyu tried to defile the original body's most beloved junior sister, so killing him was also a natural thing to do.

But, this Sang Tian is an ungrateful person who is only in love.

Just because of a man who was picked up halfway, after obtaining the Changling Sect with the help of the original body, he dug out the original body's immortal bones and let his soul be devoured by thousands of ghosts.

Now, she can't pull out the Feixian Sword. How can she be the leader of the Changling Sect?

Sang Tian didn't believe it and pounced on him again.

But Feixianjian hated the demons the most. After discovering that Sang Tian practiced magic, how could he let her get close to him?

Su Li curled his lips and moved his fingers slightly.

Then, lightning bolts appeared out of thin air above the Feixian Sword and struck towards Sang Tian!

"Ah!!" After the dust flew, Sang Tian was lying in the big pit, smoking and covered in black and gray.

Outside the sword tomb, the elders who heard the noise rushed in and saw this scene.

"Hey, Sang Tian! Don't force it!"

"Let's go. If you get it, you're lucky. If you don't, you're dead."

Seeing the elders coming in, Sang Tian didn't dare to expose her magic power anymore and climbed out of the pit obediently, "Yes, Uncle Master."

"This time, no one has pulled out the Flying Immortal Sword. What should we do?" the elders said worriedly.

"Is there anyone in our sect who has not come to this sword tomb to draw his sword?"

"There are only Yunxuan and Fengling left! Yunxuan doesn't like to be restrained by nature, and Fengling was kidnapped..."

"In that case, let's quickly look for Feng Ling's whereabouts. When she comes back, let her and Yun Xuan enter the sword tomb again!"

"But the Sect Master doesn't seem to be willing to let Yun Xuan in! He actually has high hopes for Sang Tian."

"So what! If Sang Tian doesn't do her best, there's nothing we can do about it, right?"

Su Li curled her lips and listened to a group of elders talking.

Sang Tian, ​​who was standing aside and not doing well, was so angry that her face turned black.

At this time, Zheng Shanhai appeared outside the sword tomb.

Seeing Sang Tian's embarrassment, he frowned slightly, "Sang Tian, ​​are you a failure?"

"Yes, it's my fault that I'm useless." Her eyes were filled with tears and her face was full of grievance.

"Senior Brother Shanhai! We failed to open the sword tomb this time, but we still have two disciples who have not drawn their swords. Let's discuss opening the sword tomb alone next time and let Yunxuan and Fengling give it a try. What do you think?" One of the elders asked.

"This, this is not good, right? The sect rules say that if no one pulls it out once every 100 years, we can wait another 100 years. This sect master is young and strong now, so it will be no problem for him to hold out for another 100 years."

Zheng Shanhai said loudly.