Chapter 512: Demon-Dispelling God Shuttle

Within the entire stone palace, traces of sword shadows appeared and disappeared, constantly flashing.

At this time, Zong Shou was already sweating profusely, and his face was even paler.

This is already 13,243 swords!

The injuries he suffered when he took the dragon pill earlier had gradually deteriorated.

And this sword shadow still hasn't stopped, as if it is endless.

This battle is also far more tiring than the battle against despair. The sword shadow is changing, and there are seven different swordsmanship, almost all of which are above the eighth-level and ground-level!

Moreover, every kind of sword intent has surpassed 'intendence' and reached the level of 'spirit'.

The Nine Nine Dragon Shadow Sword, however, was honed by him in this battle to the point where he could use it completely freely and reach perfection.

And the physical body was forged by the impact of this sword energy. Although it was scarred, it will definitely be able to enter the country again in the future.

It's just that Zong Shou couldn't see the hope of winning this battle at all.

This is still the case 14,000 years later, but 14,000 years ago, I am afraid it will be even more tyrannical.

Ye Feishuang said that in this place of inheritance, even the most talented Dragon Clan could not take away the eighth spiritual object, but now he really believes it.

The sword light is still oppressing little by little, the first moment is the boundless mighty sword, the next moment it is replaced by the great cold ice sword, and the next moment is the thunder prison sword - Zongshou is tired of coping and extremely puzzled. The names recorded in these three pages of gold leaves that are suspected to be the Xuanming Golden Book are really the seniors of Cangshengdao. I'm afraid that most of them are also good at swordsmanship, and they are extremely strong swordsmen.

He couldn't be distracted, and he didn't think about how much time was left before this place of inheritance was closed.

Zong Shou only knew how to use his sword with all his strength to fight for every gap for himself. To adjust Qimai and restore internal breath.

Do your best to retain more strength to deal with the wave of swords behind.

Gradually, I forgot the time, forgot where I was, and didn't think about those three pages of the Golden Book of Mysterious Fate. The mind is pure, only the sword in his hand, and in front of his eyes, it is constantly being generated, cutting from all directions. It is almost an endless sword energy that one sword is stronger than another, and one sword is better than another.

It was when Zong Shou reached the twenty-one thousand two hundred swords. The sword energy all over the sky finally subsided.

At this time, Zong Shou was already sweating profusely, his footsteps were sloppy, and his whole body almost collapsed. His feet were weak, and he stayed on the ground with his sword, so he never collapsed.

At first it was a helpless smile, but in the end it was a burst of joy.

This battle is really refreshing!

Compared with the battle against despair, it is even more memorable to him.

Seven kinds of swordsmanship at the level of "sword soul" have made his mastery of the Nine Nine Dragon Shadow Sword to the extreme.

As for the unfinished Yuan Yi sword, which was full of flaws, he didn't even dare to use it in this battle.

Shaking his head, he took several pills in a row, and when the breath in his body recovered slightly, Zong Shou stepped on the stone steps deep in the hall.

Without looking at it carefully, he put the three golden pages directly into his sleeve.

Then he walked out of the gate of the stone palace with great strides.

Looking around, I saw no one around. I don't know if he has left or is still in a certain stone palace, solving those difficult exam questions.

Only Zong Yuan was still there, with a calm expression, guarding outside the stone hall.

Zong Shou only glanced at it, and then smiled: "Have you got it?"

Zong Yuan nodded, turned his hand and took out another thing, which was nine pills.

Zong Shou took a closer look, and then his eyes lit up: "So it's Cunyi Pill! What a blessing!"

The so-called Cunyi Pill is an alchemy person who uses the spirit pill as a sustenance to store his own martial arts thoughts in the pill.

And people who take it can not only use it to comprehend high-level martial arts thoughts, but also use the martial arts inside the alchemy to fight with others.

And the nine in Zong Yuan's hands are the peak-level Cunyi Pills of the 'Yi' level, and they already have a sense of psychic connection.

It is rare that three of them happen to be related to Thunder.

This fate is indeed good, even Zong Shou is envious.

He entered this place of inheritance, and got a lot of things. But apart from the spiritual chalcedony, there was nothing that could enhance his own strength.

Zong Yuan said nothing, but nodded in sympathy.

Zong Shou then calculated the time again, and then frowned again.

Before you know it, it's the last day.

"Only half an hour left—"

Zong Shouxuan looked around, even if he was determined. With such a short time left, he didn't force himself to get the ninth spiritual object. It can be seen, but it doesn't matter, the eyes finally locked on a pale golden stone temple not far away.

He had seen before that what was hidden in this hall was a flying shuttle the size of an arm.

This area is also the one thing he is most interested in.

With a flash of his figure, Zong Shou dodged to the front of the hall without hesitation. And when the other party stepped in, the door closed.

The spiritual formation restraint in this temple is actually a flash of spiritual light, which triggers neither Taoism nor swordsmanship.

Instead, they were giant black winged bats with fierce, bloodthirsty eyes. But in the eyes, there is more confusion at this time.

Zong Shou sucked in a breath of cold air. He didn't know where these ferocious beasts moved from. Almost every one of them was as high as the ninth rank.

——At a glance, there are more than 800 of them, hovering in this spacious hall.

There was a burst of bitterness in Zong Shou's mouth. The difficulty of taking the ninth spiritual object is too abnormal.

——Eight hundred nine ranks, this will really kill people!

At this time, it was less than 60 breaths away from the closure of the place of inheritance. Zong Shou didn't have any worries, as long as he survived the initial period of time, he would be automatically moved out.

In the next moment, Zong Shou's mind moved slightly, thoughtfully.

"Is it less than sixty breaths?"

Looking at the winged bats in the hall, I saw some of them were already rushing towards this side fiercely.

He heard that the winged bat was such a ferocious beast that the visual distance was very short. Cun relies on eardrums to hear, and his spiritual knowledge is also extremely keen.

They all have magical powers of the phonetic system, which are sometimes used to attack the enemy, but most of the time, they are used to explore the terrain and creatures in the distance, and look for prey.

Zong Shou frowned slightly, then smiled again. What's wrong with taking a gamble?

In the soul, there was a turmoil. Then the two diametrically opposite Dharma appearances, one black and one white, appear outside the body.

In the entire stone hall, half of it was dimmed immediately, and the other half was bright white, making it impossible to see.

And all voices, all spiritual perceptions, are distorted.

In this stone palace, more than 800 winged bats were completely in chaos at this moment.

Zong Shou sneered "Hey", his figure flashed again, shuttled among hundreds of winged bats, and rushed to the depths of the temple at the fastest speed.

Kankan reached in front of the golden shuttle, and suddenly reached out his hand. First, he felt a supernatural power, which was restricted by the spirit array here, and then it was triggered.

In the next moment, he was completely disturbed by the black and white holes, and with a light grip, the golden shuttle was already in Zong Shou's hands.

When the soul power is almost exhausted, the black and white holes are about to disappear. Zong Shou fired more than ten protective talismans one after another, with more than ten layers of aura, protecting himself firmly.

When all the light and shadow return to normal. Zong Shou could only see here, the eight hundred winged bats were all in a rage. Under the panic, they all subconsciously sent out waves of huge sound patterns, impacting all around.

Without the absorption of the 'black hole', the sound pattern can only be echoed and oscillated in this stone hall, and impacted in all directions.

More than half of Zong Shou's body-protecting spirits were shattered in an instant. Another supplement, regardless of cost.

And those hundreds of black winged bats were even more miserable. When there are a total of more than 860 sound waves, which can be equivalent to ninth-level supernatural powers, all of them are superimposed into one place. The majesty of the power can even be compared to the top-level spiritual method.

Almost immediately, nearly half of the winged bats were blown to pieces and turned into blood and flesh.

Zong Shou felt slightly heartbroken. Not only did the bones of these winged bats remain, but even the beast crystals could not survive, and they exploded into pieces.

The rest of the winged bats were also extremely uncomfortable, trying their best to resist the resounding waves of sound.

In the next moment, there was another flash of spiritual light in the hall.

Zong Shou's figure was immediately moved out of the stone hall.

When he looked again, those black winged bats had disappeared. Back again, on the stone steps when I first entered the Dragon Palace.

And the door of the palace in the distance is also closed.

Startled for a moment, Zong Shou was in pain. As long as there are three more breaths, those remaining winged bats will all perish.

At that time, the sound waves were a little quieter, there must be many ninth-level beast crystals left behind.

——It’s only three breaths away, and the loss is huge!

His complexion was already pale, but now it was even more ugly.

Ye Feishuang, Ye Feihan, and Ruoshui Chuxue were also moved out at this time.

When he found Zong Shou, he was startled. Ye Feishuang subconsciously thought that he had gained very little this time. He kindly comforted him and said: "Your Highness, there is no need to be depressed. It is difficult to find so many heroes in the place of inheritance, because the time is too short. I just saw the cultivators of the various sects. Among the thirty people, two of them are even as good as the illusion. One level, failed to break through—"

Zong Shou felt the same when he heard the words, nodded and said: "The time is indeed short, this time it is a big loss. Only nine pieces were produced in total, 20,000 Xuan-level spiritual objects, you dragons, you can be regarded as rich and powerful -"

As he spoke, he put the golden shuttle into his sleeve with an extremely frustrated expression.

Ye Feishuang was about to answer, but in the next moment, her pupils shrank slightly, her breathing suddenly became heavy, and she looked at the object in Zong Shou's hand.

"The Demon-Dispelling God Shuttle? You got the Demon-Dispelling God Shuttle?"

Then I remembered Zong Shou's previous eyes, and my mind was at a loss: "Nine pieces? You said you just got a total of nine pieces?"

At this moment, she wished she could kill this guy with a sword. Even Fang Ming, the two ninth ranks of Tailing Sect and Yuanshi Demon Sect, only got seven pieces. This guy got nine pieces and still pretended to be like this.

Over there, Ye Feihan stared at Zong Shou with stars shining in his eyes.