Want My Spiritual Root? I Am the Demon-Slaying Sword Master!

The genius whose spiritual veins were completely destroyed awakened the demon-slaying sword bone on his wedding night. Fu Li, the youngest elder of the Qingyun Sect in a hundred years, guarded Duanhunyuan with his sword at the age of seventeen and protected the common people. However, because of a "life-saving pill" mixed with Erosion Powder, his cultivation was completely ruined, his disciples were massacred, and three hundred of his colleagues died in a bloody sea of ​​blood. In order to have a chance of survival, her father sent her to the Taixu Sect to "receive happiness". On the wedding night, before the red candle burned out, the husband held the silk book begged by her father and sneered: "Is this useless person worthy of being my young lady of the Taixu Sect?" Fu Li tore off his wedding dress amidst the ridicule in the room, and the sword mark between his eyebrows burst into red gold—— Demon-slaying sword, wake up. That night, she severed the meridians of the young sect leader, burned the Xitang as a sacrifice, and fell into the abyss in the raging fire. From then on, the Taixu Sect lost a "happy waste" and gained a handyman named "Li Chen". But when she sneaked into the sect, she was shocked to realize—— The demon general suppressed under the Demon Suppression Tower has actually been secretly communicating with the sect leader Chen Xuandao for hundreds of years; the poison elixir given by his mentor came from the hands of Elder Danxia of the Taixu Sect; and the last page of the "Taixu Sutra" that made the entire cultivation world crazy said: "To become a god, you need to use the bones of the Demon-Slaying Sword Master as a guide and thousands of living creatures as a fuel." The genius who saved the world in the past has become the most critical "medicine" in the eyes of the formation. Fu Li clenched his hand and cut off the sword, then raised his eyes to look at the top of the Demon Suppressing Tower. The previous sword master who died unjustly three hundred years ago is locked under the tower. In the tower, the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Pill condensed with the flesh and blood of all living people is refined. On the top of the tower, the sanctimonious sect master is waiting to use her sword bones to pave the way to become a god. "Very good." The corners of her blood-stained lips curved into a cold arc, and the demon-killing sword rose into the sky.