Eight Hundred and Fiftieth Chapters Call of the Evil God

midair.

The dazzling sword light transformed by the white beard, the brilliance began to be restrained, and there was a trace of crystal clear and complete on the surface, and the light of the profound meaning of kendo circulated endlessly.

"Little Sword Saint"

The smile on Whitebeard's face remained the same, and the flesh and blood of his body gradually faded and became transparent.

The smile on his face was somewhat detached and light-hearted, first swept over a few people in the Tianjian Pavilion, and then swept over the people in the smelting building.

some of.

Whitebeard's gaze fell on Zhao Feng, and he nodded slightly kindly.

"His kendo profound meaning, surpasses himself, and completely abandons the carrying of life and matter..."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but be in awe.

Previously, Zhao Feng could vaguely perceive the level of the profound meaning of the swordsmanship of the Little Sword Saint, at least the level of the top emperor, or even the level of the Holy Master of the Profound Light Realm.

However.

The Mysterious Light Realm level is different from the False God Realm. The transformation of this level is not just the soul, but more attention to the material level.

In other words, even if the soul realm is reached, it will not be easy to break through the profound light realm.

And now.

Zhao Feng could no longer see the depth of Whitebeard's Soul Dao Sword Intent.

Can be sure.

Whitebeard's kendo attainment has surpassed any kendo master Zhao Feng has ever seen, including the kendo emperor of Zhenwu Holy Land.

Seeing that, the flesh and blood of Whitebeard's body gradually faded, like melting snow.

"You... what did you say to the senior swordsman?"

The black-robed girl and the others in Tianjian Pavilion looked at Zhao Feng with hostility and dissatisfaction.

original.

Whitebeard's material life has not come to an end.

But just because of Zhao Feng's "one sentence", the death of Whitebeard's life at this moment has intensified.

"Unfortunately, your life and soul have come to an end under the last burning inspiration.

Otherwise, it would not be a problem to simply seize a body, or reshape the body, and break through to the Great Emperor and the Holy Master of Xuanguang in the future. "

Zhao Feng said with a little regret.

With a strong will or a remnant of thoughts alone, it is difficult to be reborn.

The will or the residual spirit is the spiritual power nurtured on the basis of the soul, combined with a powerful understanding of profound meaning.

But the will or the remnant does not represent the soul.

To be reborn, the minimum requirements are souls, remnants of souls, and at least soul fragments.

The demigod Kunyun's "rebirth from a drop of blood" was cultivated before his death, and the soul carrier breath and brand were fused into every inch of the flesh and blood of the inextinguishable body.

therefore.

The demigod Kunyun only needs a drop of blood and a trace of remorse to be reborn from a drop of blood.

As for the little juggernaut, life and soul, stimulated by the burning, have reached their limit, which is almost equal to extinction.

His transcendent Soul Dao Sword Intent at this moment was also born on this basis.

"Being able to comprehend the profound meaning that transcends a lifetime, this old man will die without regrets"

Before dying, Whitebeard showed the last trace of a self-sufficient smile.

humming

In the next moment, a crystalline and complete spiritual body sword shadow, the outline and breath of the white beard can be seen, and it is integrated into the ancient artifact "Broken Rust Sword".

swish

As the "Ancient God's Remnant Sword" swayed, dragging a layer of icy ancient sword shadows, the irreversible transcendent kendo power, forcing everyone nearby to retreat.

But this time, although the ancient god's remnant sword has tyrannical power, it is hidden and does not hurt everyone.

"Senior Sword Saint"

The black-robed girl in Tianjian Pavilion, with a surprised expression, held a broken sword in her hand.

a time.

Everyone's eyes fell on the black-robed girl.

"This woman actually got an ancient artifact"

"This Mo Dongyao is the most outstanding kendo genius in Tianjiange's generation, and his kendo talent ranks second only to the Little Sword Saint in the thousands."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the black-robed girl.

The black-robed girl is "Mo Dongyao", the new generation of Tianjiange's kendo genius.

Previously, she was slightly inferior to Zhao Yufei and lost.

However, after the fall of Little Sword Saint, it was difficult to hide their greed in the eyes of everyone looking at "Mo Dongyao".

An ancient artifact, if this falls to the mainland dynasty, what kind of impact will it bring?

Even a broken artifact is the domain of the gods, involving the unreachable "Heaven Rank".

certainly.

Ordinary forces will definitely not be able to keep the ancient artifact.

The only forces with this ability on the field are the royal family and the Tianxuan Palace.

"Ancient artifact... I'm afraid that there is no one in the Daqian royal family."

The Thirteenth Prince's eyes were hot.

Just imagine, if he can take out the sub-artifact and hand it over to the royal family, and make such a great contribution, the future competition for the "Sage Emperor" will have a better chance of winning.

"Let's go."

Zhao Feng suddenly opened his mouth and walked out of the smelting building with Nangong Sheng.

Zhao Feng is not very interested in ancient artifacts.

At least, the interest at this stage is not very big.

For ordinary kings and emperors, every piece of artifact may cause big trouble, let alone an ancient artifact?

Without reaching a three- or four-star power level, it is impossible to keep the Ancient God's Remnant Sword.

The two of Zhao Feng, just turned around, is the moment when the thirteenth prince of the royal family intends to take action.

humming

Suddenly, behind the black-robed girl "Mo Dongyao", a dazzling white shadow with a sword glow appeared.

The white shadow of the sword glow exudes an immortal soul sword will that annihilates the world.

"what"

Headed by the royal family, some vicious kings, their hearts sting, their souls are like candles in the wind, as if they will be cut off at any time, and a sense of fear and despair surges in their hearts.

"Humph"

In the translucent white shadow of the sword glow, the outline of an indifferent and majestic white beard appeared faintly.

"Forgive your life, senior swordsman, spare your life"

Those kings who are malicious in their hearts have the illusion of facing the little juggernaut in their peak period and facing the ancient artifact.

In an instant.

In the smelting building, many geniuses of kings have a sense of insignificance in their souls.

As strong as Xuanyuan Wen, the will of the soul is shaking, like a small sapling, under the shroud of the tornado and torrential rain.

"The kendo attack at the pure soul level... Is this the profound meaning of the soul sword?"

Zhao Feng murmured.

Even more incredible.

That "Mo Dongyao" was indifferent and indifferent, the ancient god's remnant sword in his hand dragged a layer of the immortal green sword light, and the terrifying coercion of the ancient god sword overwhelmed the audience.

Some of the kings on the field were trembling with fear, and they couldn't even have the slightest thought of disobedience.

"How is it possible, that Mo Dongyao can actually master the ancient god's remnant sword..."

The thirteenth prince, his face was pale with fear, and he couldn't breathe.

At this moment, if Mo Dongyao is willing, a single thought can kill him.

Even an ordinary False God Emperor would not dare to confront "Mo Dongyao" at the moment.

"The real controller of the ancient god's remnant sword is the white beard of the state. That Mo Dongyao is just a material carrier."

Brother Zhuge took a deep breath.

Whitebeard has been recognized by the ancient god's remnant sword, and even turned into a soul sword state, and it merged with it.

That is to say.

Whoever Whitebeard is willing to let master the ancient artifact can do so.

To a certain extent, Whitebeard is a more special sword spirit with autonomous consciousness.

"Little brother"

In the translucent white shadow behind Mo Dongyao, there was an old voice.

"Um?"

Zhao Feng's pace stopped.

He turned around and looked at Mo Dongyao, convinced that the voice was calling for him.

"Senior Sword Saint, what advice do you have?"

Zhao Feng did not dare to neglect.

The Whitebeard in the current state, although he gave up his life, exists in another form, and his strength surpasses that of his life by many times.

"Little brother."

The old voice in the white shadow of the sword light sighed: "There are still twenty days before the Black Flood Dragon will enter the Xieyang Mansion. At that time, everyone will not be spared. I hope you can help everyone and resolve this crisis."

This statement came out.

Everyone on the field was slightly surprised, and under deep thought, their hearts were shocked.

With the detachment level of Little Sword Saint, he actually pinned his "hope" on the young man, one of the two evils.

This person is not Xuanyuan Wen, not the three princes of the royal family, but this evil young man who is famous for looting.

But have to admit.

Up to now, many of the kings present were completely unable to see through this evil young man, and were even full of fear and vigilance.

"I?"

Zhao Feng laughed, as if he had heard a joke.

That expression seems to say, you let an evil thief to "save the world", is it a little play?

"The old man doesn't know your origin, but I am sure that you have this possibility and hope that it is bigger than anyone else. This is not only the old man's intuition, but also the intuition of the ancient artifact."

The old voice said solemnly.

Ancient artifact?

Zhao Feng's mind was slightly stunned. Could it be that this ancient god's broken sword sensed the existence of his "ninth god's eye"?

The left pupil of his bloodline comes from the ancient gods.

The ancient artifact, on the other hand, was involved in the realm of the gods, and it was the weapon of the gods.

"If your Excellency, you can lead the team of Tianjiange to escape. This old man will owe you a favor."

Jianmang Baiying promised.

"Okay, it's a deal."

A gleam of light flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes; although the little sword saint's life has come to an end, the current state is probably more terrifying.

Again.

To resolve this catastrophe of the world-destroying Black Flood Dragon, Zhao Feng alone is not enough.

After a moment.

The heads of the many forces present met in front of the smelting building.

This time, Zhao Feng and Nangong Sheng did not act alone, they were also in the crowd.

"That Amethyst Pagoda is the central hub of the entire Xieyang Mansion..."

Zhao Feng said.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the magnificent and tall amethyst pagoda that penetrated the sky.

That pagoda, at the very center of Xieyang Mansion, under the gaze, the terrifying coercion caused many kings to tremble.

"The key of the forbidden spirit chain, and the hub of the forbidden formation of the gods, may be in that area."

Brother Zhuge pondered.

The huge crisis of the Black Flood Dragon is approaching step by step, and everyone is no longer in the mood to explore other opportunities in the Divine Palace.

perhaps.

The exploration of opportunities in Xieyang Mansion is currently less than one tenth, or even one percent.

But even if the harvest is great, what's the use of not being able to leave alive?

"Set off"

The powerful team of the Dagan Royal Family took the lead to leave, leaping in the direction of the Amethyst Pagoda.

After that, the teams of Tianxuan Palace, Duanmu Family and other forces all approached the same destination.

"Let's go."

Zhao Feng and Nangong Sheng also went straight to the Amethyst Pagoda.

the difference is.

The team of Tianjian Pavilion followed behind Zifa Shuangxie.

"If it wasn't for the orders of the Sword Saint seniors, I would not have followed these two evil thieves."

Mo Dongyao's face was cold and reluctant.

However, the team of Tianjiange, following Zifa Shuangxie together, had an inexplicable sense of security.

"It's getting closer, the call of that power..."

The purple blood mark between Nangong Sheng's eyebrows was bright and demonic, and there was a burning sensation; in the dark, there seemed to be a second heart, beating "pounding" in the mark between the eyebrows.