Chapter 2185: Beating Heavenly Lord

When Ye Tian's sword struck out, a bright sword light, like the fairy light falling from the nine heavens, suddenly lit up in the underground world. It was so intense that people could not look directly at it, and it was also filled with the most powerful light. Yang, the breath of immortality.

Wherever this sword light shone, all the monsters in the underground world went crazy and let out shrill screams. Some monsters with weak cultivation levels immediately burned, or fell apart and shattered into powder.

This is caused by the immortal sword intention, which is naturally capable of restraining evil spirits, demons and ghosts.

Not only these monsters, but under this bright sword light, even the protective magic weapons, various talismans, various shields, and various battle clothes worn by the Lord of Purple Night Holy Land seemed to be made of clay and were unbearable. one strike.

boom!

A force of time came out, imprisoning the world.

"You little beast, go to hell." The eyes of the Old Heavenly Lord of Zixiao Holy Land were about to burst, and all his magic power surged out crazily, trying to break through the shackles of the power of time and kill Ye Tian.

Because of the crazy use of magic power, the sword mark that had just disappeared on his body reappeared, a shower of light flew out, and the divine essence was lost rapidly.

But he didn't care at all, he just wanted to kill Ye Tianzhen with one blow, even if it cost him half his life.

"It's useless. When the power of light emerges, everything will be irreversible." Ye Tian said calmly, standing on the spot without dodge.

The Lord of Purple Night Holy Land was horrified to find that his Nascent Soul body and the thirty-three-story Purple Gold Pagoda seemed to have fallen into a quagmire, and their speed had slowed down sharply. Even the surrounding void was solidifying, turning into a piece of iron, preventing him from getting close.

Moreover, the closer he gets to Ye Tian, ​​the stronger the confinement force becomes.

It was obviously only a short distance away, but it seemed like a world away. No matter how he roared, even if he unleashed the power of his Nascent Soul, he could only make an inch of progress with great difficulty.

"The power of time is one of the most original forces in the universe. How can you, a little Nascent Soul, compete with it? Even though I only have the cultivation level of the golden elixir and am unable to master the true path of time, I have only a hint of enlightenment. If you stand here and don't move, even if you spend hundreds of years, you won't be able to touch a corner of my clothes."

Ye Tian said lightly, his eyes were cold, neither sad nor happy, like an invincible god, looking down on all living beings like ants.

The old Tianjun of Zixiao Holy Land was extremely frightened. At this moment, Ye Tian was still a young Jindan in his eyes, but he was clearly an old immortal who had lived for eternity.

There was a warning sign in his heart, and the Lord of Zixiao Holy Land wanted to escape again.

"cut!"

Under the horrified gaze of Lord Tian, ​​the sword containing the power of light fell down.

There seemed to be a bolt of lightning flashing through the void, illuminating the entire underground world. All the protection in front of the Lord of the Purple Night Holy Land was shattered, and he was vulnerable to the peerless edge of the Ziying Sword.

In the end, this sword struck a solid, so-called immortal Nascent Soul on the old Heavenly Lord's Nascent Soul, and was actually split into two halves.

The bright sword light did not stop, and it fell to the ground again. With a loud click, it cut out a large crack that stretched to the end of the small world.

Boom, boom, boom!

The aftermath swept across, and thousands of monsters turned into dust. Of course it's not real dust. To be precise, it should be demonic energy, which is then absorbed by the well in the center.

This sword slash consumed Ye Tian very much, and his thick hair turned a lot whiter, as if it had been dyed. Fortunately, my skin is still firm, so I won't look old.

"No! Damn it, you actually beheaded me? How can you do this to a mere golden elixir ant?"

Even though Nascent Soul was cut into two halves, the Lord of Purple Night Holy Land did not die immediately and shouted desperately.

He took out another old medicine that was thousands of years old and swallowed it into his body like a jujube, trying to unite the two halves of Nascent Soul into one.

"Huh?"

Ye Tian squinted his eyes and saw an old medicine with radiant light. It was crystal clear and emerald green, as if it was carved from the finest jade, containing fragments of the great avenue.

"Magic medicine?" Ye Tian was shocked, he didn't expect to see the magic medicine on Penglai Ancient Star.

However, this magical medicine is no longer complete. It seems that it has been used by someone, and only a small part is left.

But even if only a small part of the magical medicine is left, the power of the medicine is extremely terrifying. It contains fragments of the great path, which can prolong life and heal injuries.

It was seen that after taking only a small part of this magical medicine, the Nascent Soul that had been cut in half began to merge into one, and the wound healed quickly.

However, Ye Tian clearly saw that the power of time was still there in the wound.

In other words, even if the wound heals, it will be difficult for the Lord of Purple Night Holy Land to use magic power, otherwise the wound will open and the power of time will explode.

"You little ant, do you still want to overturn the world?"

Clang!

Ye Tian thrust out his sword and nailed the Nascent Soul of Lao Tianjun of Zixiao Holy Land to the edge of the well.

"Ah, you bastard, let me go. Otherwise, I will blow myself up for you and drag you to the grave." The Lord of the Purple Night Holy Land roared again and again. He was so angry that he even uttered curse words.

He is the majestic Nascent Soul Heavenly King, the Supreme of Penglai Ancient Star, respected by hundreds of millions of people. How could he have thought that one day he would become someone else's prisoner? Suffering humiliation.

"You go ahead and blow yourself up, I'm waiting for you. If you can blow yourself up, you have the ability." Ye Tian said sarcastically, treating it as a barking dog and not paying attention.

"Ah ah ah, blow it up for me. "

This is definitely not a joke. The Lord of Zixiao Holy Land became so angry that he really wanted to blow himself up and dragged Ye Tian along to be buried with him.

However, just as the Nascent Soul was about to self-destruct, the power of time broke out first and penetrated crazily inside the Nascent Soul. The wound opened again, and the Nascent Soul almost split in half again.

The power of the Nascent Soul cannot be gathered together or condensed into a single point, making it impossible to protect itself.

He then tried several more times, each time ending in failure, and he wished he could just hit his head and die.

At this time, Ye Tian was standing by the well, looking into the well, his brows slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of solemnity in his expression.

The demonic energy inside is overwhelming, incredibly rich, as black as ink, like an abyss, how deep it is, and daunting. It feels like there is an invincible demon nurturing inside, and may rush out at any time.

Just now, Ye Tian accidentally killed many monsters with his sword. These monsters turned into demonic energy, surging into the well like a surging river.

"Little beast, oh no, little friend, do you know what this well is? If you let me go, I will give you a great fortune. Aeons ago, the Nine Phoenix Goddess stepped into the realm of god transformation with half a foot. It was probably with this It’s a blessing. Your talent is rare throughout the ages, and it’s just as good as the Nine Phoenix Goddess. If you get this blessing, it’s not impossible to become a god on this ancient star.” The old Tianjun of the Purple Night Holy Land said, calming down. Come down, recognize the reality, and stop yelling.

Frankly speaking, he doesn't want to die. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, he will grasp it.