The seller of the heavens

"No, I fell for it!"

The Flood Demon King had a chance to win, and was about to appreciate Jiang Chen's miserable death, when he suddenly saw Jiang Chen laying down a sword array to completely isolate himself from the outside world, his expression suddenly changed.

He frantically mobilized mana and poured it into the white jade porcelain bottle in his left hand.

The next moment, a stream of water flew out of the bottle and merged into the water arrow. The water arrow suddenly extended and turned into a long spear.

"Break it!"

Following the Jiao Demon King's furious roar, the spear condensed from the one-element heavy water shook, and stabbed fiercely at the sword array with the momentum of splitting the sea.

winter!

The blue light swayed, and ripples appeared on the sword array, and then returned to normal.

Looking at the still stable sword array, the Flood Demon King couldn't help but a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Before he could continue to urge the water gun to break through the formation, a gust of dark wind suddenly blew in front of him silently.

Chi Chi, Chi Chi!

There seemed to be countless sharp blades contained in the Yin wind, which were unparalleled in sharpness. They cut and tore the silver armor on his body in an instant, and then blew away his flesh and penetrated into the cracks in his bones.

"ah!"

The Jiao Demon King let out a scream, endured the severe pain, and quickly dodged to avoid the evil wind.

Before he could stand still, light rain suddenly began to fall in the sky.

The pattering rain fell, with strong corrosiveness, melting the flesh and mana of the Jiao Demon King.

Feeling the danger, the Jiao Demon King hastily manipulated the jade porcelain bottle in his hand, and collected the rainwater from the sky into the bottle.

After the rain stopped, there was a loud bang in the sky.

Thunderbolts as thick as water tanks tore through the sky, and slammed at the Jiao Demon King, paralyzing him and scorching him black.

Jiao Demon King screamed, while manipulating the one-yuan heavy water to turn into a spherical water film to cover himself, firmly protecting his body.

The thunder and lightning bombarded ninety-nine and eighty-one times, but they couldn't blast away the thin water film.

Seeing that the Flood Demon King blocked the thunder, he breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the severe pain from the wounds on his body, he shouted into the void with some panic:

"Monkey, your sword array is really powerful, but you can't break through my one-yuan heavy water, why don't we take a step back and let it go?"

"It's impossible to give up. No matter how powerful you are, how long can you hold on? Even if you grind me, I can grind you to death."

Jiang Chen's indifferent voice sounded in the void: "Fire!"

The sword array was in motion, and the image of the great sun flashed, and then a ball of real sun fire was born out of thin air at the feet of the Jiao Demon King.

With a whimper, the real fire kept burning, and the flames became more and more intense, gradually turning into a sea of ​​flames, filling every inch of space in the sword formation, and roasting the Jiao Demon King with the momentum of burning the sky and boiling the sea.

Seeing the water film covering his body shrinking continuously under the scorching of the real fire of the sun, the Jiao Demon King knew that he might not last long, so he couldn't help feeling anxious.

Thoughts turned in my mind, thinking about the way to break the formation, but unfortunately I had no idea, so I could only keep flying in the formation, hoping to find a way out.

Standing in mid-air, Jiang Chen watched the Flood Demon King slamming around in the formation like a headless fly, feeling very satisfied with the power of the Tianxiang Sword Formation in his heart.

In his opinion, the overall power of the twenty-four Tianxiang swords is equivalent to ordinary magic weapons, which are not very brilliant, but after forming the sword formation, the power has increased tenfold, no less than those powerful magic weapons.

Even if it is as strong as the Jiao Demon King, it can't break through the formation.

"Sure enough, no matter how powerful the magic power is in this world, you are afraid of magic weapons."

Jiang Chen was talking to himself, looking forward to the thirty-six earth elephant swords and the seventy-two human elephant swords.

Two hours later.

The Jiao Demon King's one-yuan heavy water finally couldn't hold on, and was roasted into water mist by the real fire of the sun.

Without the defense of one-yuan heavy water, the Jiao Demon King could only show his real body, using mana to condense the most yin and cold black water to resist the real fire of the sun.

But in just a quarter of an hour, his magic power was almost exhausted.

Seeing that the surrounding fire showed no signs of weakening, and that he would be roasted into charcoal in a short time, the Jiao Demon King felt the threat of death, and quickly shouted loudly:

"Monkey... oh no, Shangxian.

Shangxian spares my life, I am willing to admit defeat. "

Jiang Chen didn't intend to stop, and continued to roast the Jiao Demon King with the real fire of the sun, and joked in a playful voice:

"Didn't you say that I can't do anything to you, why did you admit defeat so quickly, that's not okay.

In my opinion, you should obediently make a roasted dragon.

In other words, I haven't tasted the taste of Jiaolong yet, so I think it won't be too bad. "

The Jiao Demon King didn't expect that one day he would become someone else's dinner, his complexion changed several times, feeling the increasingly intense heat of the real fire around him, he could feel death approaching step by step, and hurriedly shouted:

"Shangxian, my meat is hard and sticky, it doesn't taste good at all."

"Don't worry, my cooking skills are very good, I will definitely cook you deliciously, and I will not let down your good meat."

Seeing that Jiang Chen was determined to eat himself, in order not to become a delicacy on the table, the Jiao Demon King gritted his teeth, made up his mind and shouted:

"As long as you are willing to spare my life, I am willing to be a slave and a handmaid for you to order."

Jiang Chen didn't expect the Jiao Demon King to be so aware of current affairs that he was willing to abandon his dignity in order to survive. After pondering for a moment, he decided to spare the Jiao Demon King's life.

With the strength of the Flood Demon King, if he can accept the opponent as a mount, he will still be very popular.

So put away the real fire of the sun:

"Okay, since that's the case, you let go of the primordial spirit and let me plant a restriction."

As he spoke, his figure appeared in front of the Flood Demon King in a flash.

"yes."

The Jiao Demon King lowered his huge Jiao head at Jiang Chen's feet, expressing his submission, and at the same time let go of the Yuanshen's defense.

After Jiang Chen planted a restriction in his primordial spirit, he felt that the Jiao Demon King's thoughts were under his control.

From now on, as long as he has a thought, he can take the life of the Jiao Demon King.

With one mouthful, he swallowed the twenty-four Celestial Swords into his stomach for nourishment, and then asked:

"What kind of magic weapon is that bottle of yours?"

The Jiao Demon King answered honestly:

"Returning to the master, the bottle is called the Xuanyuan Jade Bottle, which can hold the water of a sea, and can also refine the water into a one-yuan heavy water. I accidentally discovered it in an ancient cave.

In addition, I also obtained a skill called "Black Water Scripture" in that cave, and it is precisely by virtue of this skill that I can cultivate to the present level. "

"I see."

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, and did not go to snatch the Xuanyuan Jade Bottle of Jiao Demon King, but was somewhat interested in the Black Water Scripture, and said:

"Show me the black water scripture."

"yes."

Jiao Demon King opened his mouth and spat out a black iron tablet, which recorded the content of the black water scriptures.

After Jiang Chen finished reading it, he found that this technique had a very high intention, and it was not much inferior to the Wanxiang Sword Art. The Flood Demon King was far from cultivating to the highest level.

After returning the iron stele to the Demon King, Jiang Chen jumped to sit on the Demon King's head, and ordered:

"Let's go back to Beihai Dragon Palace."

"yes."

Flood Demon King rode the demon wind soaring into the sky, at an extremely fast speed, and flew towards the North Sea Dragon Palace.