Eight Desolate Sword God

Chapter 1938 Dead Cave (Part 2)

"God statue!"

Entering the death cave, the first thing that came into Ye Chenfeng's eyes was an incomparably tall temple with a sacred atmosphere, and in front of the temple stood a statue of a god looking at the sky with a cold and arrogant face.

When Ye Chenfeng approached the tens of meters high statue, the statue suddenly opened its closed eyes and shot out a real eye light, looking at Ye Chenfeng.

"It's been more than 30,000 years, and a new inheritor has finally arrived. I hope you can pass the test!" The idol suddenly opened his mouth and made a strong voice: "If you can't pass the test, then you may be trapped forever. it's here."

"If you don't pass the test, you will be trapped here!"

Ye Chenfeng finally knew why the old man said that no one had ever left the death cave alive.

"Yes, the secrets here cannot be leaked, so either pass the test and leave, or leave here forever!" The idol roared: "Okay, you can prepare well now, and when you are ready, you can go to the test. "

"Don't prepare, start now!"

Although Ye Chenfeng didn't know what kind of test Lingzhu left here, he was full of confidence in his own strength, and he believed that he would pass the test smoothly.

"Three palms, if you can catch my three palms attack, you can enter the temple behind me, if you can't catch it, you will die!" A terrifying breath surged from the statue's body, and he said without any emotion. .

"Okay, come on!"

Ye Chenfeng nodded and said fearlessly.

"Be careful!"

The idol exhorted, raised a palm the size of a house high, and printed a palm towards Ye Chenfeng, with an unparalleled sense of oppression, twisting the space and suppressing Ye Chenfeng.

The handprints of the idols came under pressure, Ye Chenfeng did not dodge or evade, and raised his right hand to meet them.

"boom!"

When the handprint the size of a house fell on Ye Chenfeng's raised right hand, it trembled violently and shattered like broken glass.

After one palm, the idol struck a second palm, and with even more terrifying power, the statue fell towards Ye Chenfeng.

Although the palm light of the idol Yinluo is terrifying enough to threaten ordinary god-level masters, it is no threat to Ye Chenfeng. Ye Chenfeng clenched his fist and blasted at Yinluo's palm light. With one punch, the power of more than 500 billion catties directly shattered the second palm light.

"Last palm!"

The idol overlapped his palms in front of him, and the seal fell to Ye Chenfeng.

A palm print fell, and the space was distorted, and the ear-piercing sonic boom was incessant.

"You also punch me!"

Ye Chenfeng let out a long whistle, jumped up high, and punched the overlapping palms of Yinluo. The terrifying punches were like meteors, shattering the palms of the statue's palms, and bombarded fiercely. On the statue's body, an instant burst of power exceeding one trillion kilograms directly shook the statue back a few steps.

"Yes, yes, you are the first person to shake me back over the years. Maybe you can really pass the ultimate test and leave here!"

Looking at Ye Chenfeng, who was far beyond his expectations, the eyes of the idol shone brightly, revealing a hint of anticipation.

"Senior, can I enter the temple!" Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.

"Of course!" The idol nodded: "Help you luck."

After speaking, the idol stopped talking, as if falling into a deep sleep.

After adjusting his inner breath, Ye Chenfeng stepped on the ancient stairs and walked into the temple step by step.

When he pushed open the gate of the ancient temple, a thick breath gushed out in the temple, forming a powerful airflow, blowing his body.

"This is the Road of Ten Thousand Swords!"

Walking into the temple, Ye Chenfeng found that a straight continent appeared in front of him, and this continent was paved with tens of thousands of divine swords, leading to the deepest part of the temple.

"Buzz!"

Stepping on the road of ten thousand swords, Ye Chenfeng immediately felt the ground under his feet tremble, and one after another unparalleled sword light flew at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, attacking Ye Chenfeng's body.

Although the sword lights condensed by Wanjian Road are powerful, they cannot pose a threat to Ye Chenfeng. He constantly waved his arms, forming a powerful and terrifying fluctuation space in front of him, and constantly smashed the sword lights that came one after another. .

However, as the distance deepened, more and more sword lights emerged from the road of Wanjian, which constantly slowed down his speed.

"Invincible Sword Body!"

Seeing the dazzling sword glow in front of him, Ye Chenfeng inspired the powerful invincible sword body, turned into the invincible sword god, and stood on the road of Wanjian.

Affected by the invincible sword body, the road of Wanjian trembled, and the divine sword that formed the road of Wanjian was even more like seeing the king in the sword. The morning wind walks the ceremony of monarchs and ministers.

Glancing at the upright Divine Sword, Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly, stepped into the void, and walked to the depths of the temple step by step.

In the space he walked through, all the divine swords stood upright and in midair.

Soon, Ye Chenfeng came to the end of the daunting Wanjian Road, and saw two old men with red fruit on their upper body, gray hair and thin body, sitting cross-legged.

"Kill us and you can move on!"

The two gray old men opened their eyes, looked at Ye Chenfeng who was full of sword intent, and said in a deep voice.

"Are you the inheritors trapped here?" Ye Chenfeng vaguely guessed the identities of the two of them.

"Yes, we are the inheritors who came here earlier than you!" The two gray old men nodded and said, "We have had enough of loneliness, only death can free us."

"If you want to die, why don't you do it yourself or kill each other?" Ye Chenfeng asked inexplicably.

"It's useless. After we fail the test, we are restricted by the rules here. We cannot commit suicide or kill each other. We can only be killed by the new inheritors!" The two gray old men shook their heads, revealing a trace of anger. Color Road.

"I didn't expect that there are such rules in the ultimate inheritance of the Spirit Race!" Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, and under the constraints of such rules, the difficulty of the test is bound to increase.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, come and kill us quickly!"

Saying that, the two gray-haired old men who were restricted by the strength of the death cave launched a ferocious attack on Ye Chenfeng, holding two rusty magic weapons.

"Okay, then let me send you to reincarnation!"

Ye Chenfeng stepped out, and the ancestral sword soul flew out of his soul sea, turning into a black light in mid-air, smashing the attack of the two of them, and splitting a black-and-white-haired old man with one sword, sending him to him Falling into reincarnation.

"Ancestral Sword Soul!" Looking at the Ancestral Sword Soul summoned by Ye Chenfeng, the eyes of the remaining old man lit up: "It seems that you really have a chance to pass the test."

As he said that, he burned the power of the powerful bloodline, deduced his combat power to the extreme, merged with the divine weapon in his hand, and slashed towards Ye Chenfeng with the idea of ​​​​death.

"The ultimate inheritance of Lingzhu, I am determined to get it!"

Ye Chenfeng responded domineeringly, controlling the ancestral sword and soul to smash into the void, smashing the white-haired old man together with the divine soldiers.

After killing the two powerfully, Ye Chenfeng's feet flickered, and he flew out of the road of ten thousand swords and came to the depths of the temple.

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