Chapter 713: Slaying the Divine Sword

Xiao Yi frowned slightly as he looked at the hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses in front of him.

Outside the Fengxu Hall, countless spiritual consciousnesses appeared and came.

Densely packed, I am afraid there are no less than ten thousand.

Xiao Yi was unable to see the exact situation outside Fengxu Hall, but these spiritual senses could not conceal his perception.

Only in the Fengxu Hall, the hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses appeared first.

From their silent appearance, to now appearing in front of them.

Xiao Yi's perception, in any case, could not perceive their existence.

Yes, I can't feel it.

These hundreds of spiritual senses are clearly in front of his eyes, and he can see them.

On the contrary, it is the perception that he has always been proud of, but he cannot perceive their existence.

In Xiao Yi's perception, the hundreds of spiritual senses in Fengxu Hall were like nothingness and could not be perceived at all.

You know, perception is the means given by the small world.

Its strength is related to the strength of the small world.

Xiao Yi's small world is incomparably huge, which makes his perception far surpass that of a martial artist of the same realm.

Even if it is the peak of the earth, it is impossible to hide from his perception.

This proves that the hundreds of spiritual consciousness in front of him, the realm of his life, or the level of spiritual consciousness, is above the peak of the earth.

"Heavenly Realm." Xiao Yi's face was solemn.

"Boy." At this moment, the cold phantom old man opened his mouth.

"Although I don't know how you got here, I advise you not to resist."

"otherwise…"

"If you damage my 'container', I want you to have a taste of what it means to be alive rather than dead."

The voice of the phantom old man was extremely cold.

At the moment when the voice fell, the entire Fengxu Hall was filled with overcast wind.

"What a strong aura." Xiao Yi's face changed slightly, "You are a soul master."

Xiao Yi still doesn't know much about spiritual consciousness.

I only know that this is a means of the ancient powerhouse.

In particular, soul masters, through special means, use their own martial souls to become spiritual consciousness.

"Hahahaha." The phantom old man laughed loudly.

"Why, this is the Holy Wind Region, even after countless years, you still recognize me as a Saint of Yin Wind."

"Sage of Yinfeng?" Xiao Yi frowned.

Not to mention that it has been countless years, but there is no, he Xiao Yi is not from the Central Territory, how can he know him.

However, this person is called a saint and has the title of a saint.

It is not difficult to imagine how strong this person was in his life.

"Don't talk nonsense with this kid." The other spiritual consciousness behind the phantom old man said impatiently.

These spiritual senses are full of excitement and bloodthirsty in their eyes.

Looking at Xiao Yi, it was as if he was about to swallow Xiao Yi.

"No hurry." The phantom old man, that is, the Yinfeng saint, said proudly.

"Take your time, this container looks good."

"The old man wants to take it down perfectly."

"Don't worry." Yinfeng Saint said, looking at the other spiritual consciousness behind him.

"I'll be back with more containers when I get out of this hell."

"By then, all of us will be able to get out of here."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie." The hundreds of spiritual senses behind him laughed excitedly and grimly.

"Want to take me away? Then see if you have that ability." Xiao Yi sneered.

"I can't think of myself." The Yinfeng Saint smiled grimly, waved his hand, and a surging soul power exploded in an instant.

A gust of gloomy wind, like a ghost, attacked Xiao Yi with its teeth and claws.

Xiao Yi's face turned cold, the Blizzard Sword in his hand appeared out of thin air, and he slashed out.

If it is true that the Celestial Realm is here, Xiao Yi is afraid.

A pile of spiritual consciousness that has been dead for thousands of years, Xiao Yi is not afraid of them.

Mixed with the sword energy of ice kendo, he swung it heavily.

The typhoon that hit was instantly blasted away.

Spiritual consciousness is a phantom, Xiao Yi can't help them.

But these yin winds are the phantom attacks of the soul skills of the sages of the yin wind.

Soul power is also a kind of power.

Yuan Li can break it.

Depends on who is stronger.

but,

Soul power is invisible, extremely strange, and very troublesome.

"Huh? Boy, you have some skills, no wonder you can come here." Yin Feng Saint's Yin Zhe's eyes became more and more cold.

"However, a small three-level earth pole is no different from an ant in front of this old man."

The saint of Yinfeng could see Xiao Yi's cultivation at a glance.

In the next second, in the Fengxu Hall, the wind blows again.

The cold and gloomy ghost once again walked towards Xiao Yi.

Not only is the power amazing, but it is also heart-wrenching.

Xiao Yi's mind trembled for a while, and when he was shocked, he immediately stabilized his mind.

Several swords were fired again.

This time, instead, the sword qi was completely blown away by the yin wind.

The terrifying Yin Feng wanted to devour Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi reacted very quickly, and he slashed out with a heavy sword, breaking a passage and dodging out.

Yin Feng, who lost his target, hit the throne behind Xiao Yi.

Throne, no damage at all.

The bones on the throne were also unaffected.

On the contrary, all these gloomy winds dissipated when they encountered the strange black long sword that pierced through the bones.

Just like an ice cube meets a flame, the ice melts and disintegrates in an instant.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi responded instantly.

That sword can restrain soul power.

At the same time, Yinfeng Saint and other spiritual consciousnesses changed greatly.

"Excalibur? Damn it, why is this treasure here?"

Xiao Yi was in front of the throne just now.

Therefore, his figure just blocked the bones behind him and the strange long sword.

"Excalibur?" Xiao Yi was puzzled, and the next second, his figure flashed.

The Yinfeng Saint waited for his spiritual consciousness, and was suddenly shocked, "Boy, do you want to take the Divine Sword? Don't even think about it."

The terrifying yin wind, this time the black light is a masterpiece, the power has increased.

The evil aura like the cold wind in the abyss is shocking.

Xiao Yi's mind was instantly lost.

That feeling, as if it was about to be pulled into the endless abyss, beyond redemption.

"Crap." Xiao Yi bit his tongue, trying to calm down.

With a big wave of his hand, the sky filled with purple flames, surging out.

A flame barrier, purple awns surged, and the gloomy wind was blocked in an instant.

Xiao Yi flashed, returned to the throne, and pulled out the black long sword.

On the other side, the purple flame barrier just blocked the yin wind for a second, and then it collapsed.

It proved that the power of that yin wind just now was far beyond Xiao Yi's realm.

"Not good." The Yinfeng Saint's face was extremely ugly.

"Stinky boy, you are hiding your strength."

"It turned out to be Amethyst Spirit Flame, with the most powerful flame in the world."

"What if you take the Divine Sword, your body, this old man is going to be fixed."

The voice fell, and the spiritual consciousness of the Yinfeng Saint burst out with a strange black energy.

The black gas attacked Xiao Yi directly.

Xiao Yi held a black long sword and slashed out.

The black air dissipated in an instant.

"Sure enough." Xiao Yi's face brightened.

Such a black long sword has the effect of restraining soul power.

However, it seems that he has not been able to fully exert the power of this sword.

Therefore, the black qi was only split by half.

Xiao Yi opened the way with his sword, and he slashed out. Hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses, including the Yinfeng Saint, were shocked and gave in.

Whoosh... With a flash, Xiao Yi left the Fengxu Hall in an instant.

This third floor is definitely a place of right and wrong.

In addition to these spiritual knowledge, I don't know if there will be other dangers.

In any case, escape first.

As soon as Xiao Yi exited the Fengxu Palace, he immediately flew in the sky, his speed soared to the limit, and he returned to the second layer of barrier.

"Boy, don't even think about running."

The Yinfeng Saint shouted loudly, and the sky was overcast, chasing after him.

Outside the Fengxu Hall, tens of thousands of spiritual consciousnesses are also hideous.

One after another inexplicable and strange attacks hit Xiao Yi overwhelmingly.

Xiao Yi's face changed instantly, "How is it possible, it's all soul masters?"

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