Chapter 1,229: The Soul-Suppressing Monument Shows Its Power

As the evil god spoke, a red light flashed in his hand, and a three-foot-long short blade appeared in his hand. The short blade was blood red and curved like a blood-colored crescent. It was three fingers wide and covered with red paint on both sides. The blade shines with cold light, and there is a blood groove in the middle. It seems that there is blood flowing in it. The entire weapon exudes a strong evil spirit. The moment the Evil God Blade was taken out, the bloody atmosphere around it became even more intense. It's rich.

Hu Meier and others couldn't help but frown. Everyone was still waiting there. In this situation, they couldn't help. They could only prevent being attacked by a sneak attack. Everyone worked together to wait for the opportunity.

Zhang Yan and Dao Chen stood on both sides of the evil god one after another. Dao Chen did not have a weapon in his hand. When he saw the evil god's blade, a hint of fear flashed in Dao Chen's eyes, which emanated from it. This power was so powerful that Dao Chen surprisingly became very serious and said: "The best imperial weapon!"

Only Zhang Yan still stood there very calmly. Zhang Yan glanced at the Moon-Zhancing Sword in his hand, then at the Evil God Blade, and said with some disdain: "Evil God Blade? What about the imperial weapon? I'll let you see it. My sword skills."

"Boy, you are indeed very arrogant. When my Evil God Blade comes out, there will be blood. Today, I will sacrifice you to my Evil God Blade." The Evil God grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth, and smiled sinisterly and horribly. His eyes were also full of murderous intent, and his body's murderous aura surged.

Then the Evil God Blade in his hand suddenly released a powerful aura, and bursts of wailing sounds came from the Evil God Blade, as if there were tens of millions of ghosts howling there, which could even affect people's minds.

Dao Chen couldn't help but frowned, and said in shock: "It's actually a soul attack!"

Dao Chen waved his hand as he spoke, and the power of law on his body rotated. Dao Chen also murmured to himself, but this voice also contained a strange law, which resisted the soul attack on the evil god's blade. .

Zhang Yan also felt this soul attack, but this soul attack was of no use to Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan allowed these soul attacks to attack his sea of ​​consciousness. As soon as he entered the sea of ​​consciousness, he was instantly suppressed by the soul-suppressing monument. .

However, Wang Zongheng and the others were a little unlucky. Although their souls were relatively powerful, they had not been specially trained and did not have any good defense methods. For a while, everyone was affected by the soul attack, and their consciousness was almost blurred. .

When Zhang Yan saw this, he couldn't help but immediately sacrificed the soul-suppressing tablet from the sea of ​​consciousness. He saw the soul-suppressing tablet spinning and flying out from Zhang Yan's eyebrows, and then directly grew in size, and instantly became more than one meter high and square. Zhang Yan took the soul-suppressing stele and stood it directly in front of Wang Zongheng and everyone.

As soon as the soul-suppressing tablet appeared, a soul pressure instantly filled the entire place. Everyone felt their souls tremble, as if they were being suppressed, especially the evil god. The soul attack on the evil god's blade was instantly suppressed. After going down, he was completely suppressed by the soul-suppressing monument.

In addition, the resentful souls on the evil god's blade were not immune. As soon as the soul-suppressing tablet came out, these resentful souls were suppressed instantly, and the wailing sound completely disappeared.

When Dao Chen saw this, he shook his head tiredly and said, "You should have taken out such a good treasure earlier, because I wasted so much saliva."

The evil god was also very shocked. He stared at Zhang Yan's soul-crushing monument carefully, and then loudly said in disbelief: "I didn't expect that the legendary soul-crushing monument was actually real. You actually There is a soul-suppressing monument, which is what the Samsara Immortal Emperor used to suppress the soul-eating beasts, and it’s actually in your hands?”

"This is a good thing. I didn't expect that I would encounter it. Boy, you don't know the benefits of the soul-suppressing monument at all. Putting it in your hands is simply a waste of resources." The evil god looked at the soul-suppressing monument with a greedy face, wishing to immediately Take the soul-suppressing monument into your own hands.

Dao Chen's eyes also lit up, and he said in surprise: "I didn't expect the soul-suppressing monument to really exist."

"You are really amazing, you are a treasure." Dao Chen said with some envy.

The Evil God stopped talking nonsense with Zhang Yan. He moved the Evil God Blade in his hand, and a streak of blood rushed out. Then he slashed directly at Zhang Yan. The Evil God Blade contained very powerful energy. Before the sword could reach the sword, the huge sword energy was already there. When he arrived in front of Zhang Yan, he chopped him down directly.

Hu Meier and Qin Shiyan shouted in unison: "Be careful."

Dao Chen also turned the power of law in his hand and attacked directly towards the evil god. The powerful power of law entangled and attacked the body of the evil god. It was very powerful. For a time, the sky was filled with divine light and the power of law of various colors. It looks very gorgeous.

When the evil god saw this, he snorted disdainfully and said through gritted teeth: "Although your power of law is powerful, your cultivation is limited. If you want to compete with me, you are still a little behind."

As soon as the Evil God finished speaking, the Evil God's blade burst out with blood, instantly splitting Dao Chen's power of law, and then slashed directly towards Zhang Yan.

"Boy, go to hell," the evil god shouted.

At this time, the Zhanyue Sword in Zhang Yan's hand was also gathering spiritual power. At the same time, Zhang Yan also used his physical skills to the extreme. He clenched the Zhanyue Sword in his hand and struck the evil god with one sword without hesitation. Go up.

Weapons collided, powerful sword energy and knife energy collided with each other, spiritual power was also fluctuating, the surrounding space was trembling, violent spiritual power exploded, and the people around took two steps back at the same time. The power of these two people was too strong.

Zhang Yan was chopped back by the evil god's attack, and the evil god was also shocked by Zhang Yan's powerful force and retreated far away. The evil god couldn't help but condensed his eyes, looked at Zhang Yan coldly and said: "I didn't expect your power is really strong."

Zhang Yan's arm was numb, and his body was shaking. The power of the evil god's attack was indeed powerful, and Zhang Yan was almost injured.

Zhang Yan looked at the evil god coldly, and then the powerful Haotian sword intent filled the whole field, and instantly locked onto the evil god. The moon-chopping sword in Zhang Yan's hand also gathered spiritual power, and the moon-chopping sword also bloomed with blood-red light, and the killing aura was released outward.

When the evil god felt the Haotian sword intent, his whole body was shaken. He looked at Zhang Yan in horror and said in disbelief: "How is it possible? Haotian sword intent?"

"How could you know the Haotian sword technique?" The evil god looked at Zhang Yan in disbelief and asked loudly.