Chapter 901: Sword Immortal + Divine Sword = Holy Emperor?

"If your Taoist heart is not firm, you should be punished!"

Dao Qiongcang turned to the Eastern Region Sword Cultivator again. This time he did not kill anyone, but only punished him slightly.

Then the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation trembled, and the rays of light descended, purifying the negative states of all the sword cultivators, and then knocked them to the ground hard. After hitting them one by one, they all fell to the ground, wailing again and again.

"The Taoist Palace Master is wise!"

The spiritual refiner on the side quickly helped up his friends and comrades. He was afraid that after these people were hit, he spoke indiscriminately and added: "The master of the Dao Palace has helped you get rid of the influence of the devil, and also used the holy light to help you strengthen your Dao heart. , you must not mess around."

How dare a sword cultivator from the Eastern Region act recklessly?

After getting up one by one, they bowed in fear and uneasiness: "I was almost affected by that broken sword and almost died. Thank you to the Taoist Palace Master for saving my life."

There were also swordsmen who were crazy about famous swords, staring at the situation of everyone around them and falling into deep thought.

"Famous sword?"

"In my impression, it seems that only the Demonic Sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord, which has been lost for hundreds of years, can influence all swordsmen to this extent..."

Now someone was shocked: "Devil sword? You said the broad sword above is the fourth sword among the twenty-one famous swords?"

"possible!"

"This magic sword can still be so powerful without a sword holder. How strong must the top three swordsmen be?"

"..."

Everyone was silent.

It turns out that the person who caused the Semi-Saint to take action was the fourth on the famous sword list, the Demon Sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord?

Rumors began to fly.

The phantom of the Holy Thought in the sky high in the sky, after locking the magic sword, focused on the black dragon scale.

He wanted to move and take down this weird thing.

But after all, he was delayed by the magic sword.

Taking advantage of this period of time, the heartbeat in the Holy Emperor's dragon scales accelerated to the extreme and finally stopped abruptly.

"thumping!"

The last dull heartbeat stopped, and everyone felt their souls trembling, with an ominous premonition in their hearts.

"This dragon scale has mutated again!" Master Huang Yang was close to him and his Taixu spiritual sense was also strong. He could see wisps of black demonic energy starting to escape from the dragon scale. .

"It's scary. Last time, the dragon scales mutated and a magic sword burst out. What will happen this time?" Hong Dang, the subduing dragon hand, looked shocked and couldn't help but retreat a little.

The distant dragon scales fell into high-frequency tremors.

The black demonic energy dissipated with the trembling, filling the sky in the blink of an eye.

The shadow of the Holy Thought in the sky was unmoved, and with another raise of the Immortal Sleeve, the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation was called upon to lower the purifying glow to eliminate these demonic energies.

There was a "chi" sound.

This time, the much anticipated good results did not appear.

The moment Xiaguang touched the demonic energy, it was directly dyed black.

Black followed the rays of light and penetrated into the heavenly secret pattern of the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation.

The holy and bright white Tianji Dao pattern was instantly stained and turned completely black.

Dark night is coming!

"Oh My God……"

The spiritual masters in Dongtian King City and Yunlun Mountains all fell into panic when they saw that their surroundings suddenly turned into a dark world filled with demonic energy.

The Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation had temporarily replaced the world with a radius of 100,000 miles and became the spiritual sustenance of everyone.

But this time, Xia Guang did not purify the demonic energy, but was polluted instead.

Ever since, the whole world has become a hell on earth.

gloomy!

Horrible!

After the Tianji Dao pattern was contaminated, the demonic energy began to penetrate everything again.

In the black world, demonic energy emerged from the earth, and black liquid dripped from the tips of the leaves in the forest. Even people were affected by the panic in their hearts. They all looked dazed and started talking nonsense.

"Everything is demonized..."

Rao Yaoyao had no idea that the Saint Emperor Dragon Scale, which only possessed a ray of power from the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, could have such a great influence on everyone and everything outside the Void Island.

She pondered for a moment and saw the limitations of Dao Qiongcang's move across the two realms.

The power of the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Array is limited. If the Holy Power has to be expended to help thousands of innocent spiritual masters, then in addition, the power used to deal with the Demon Emperor Black Dragon will definitely be weakened.

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon is in the realm of the Saint Emperor, and Dao Qiongcang is a Half-Saint. He is already weaker in terms of cultivation. How can he be distracted from caring about mortals?

"Teng Shanhai, guard the cracks in the Void Island. If there is any other movement, notify me immediately." Rao Yaoyao then held the Xuan Cang Divine Sword and jumped to the side of the phantom of the Holy Thought in the sky.

"What do you want to do?" Teng Shanhai was frightened.

In a battle at the level of holy power, what can you, a little Seven Swordsman, do?

You only talk about others and don't care about your own safety, right?

Rao Yaoyao calmly took out a drop of holy blood, opened her red lips, and drank it on the spot.

"Do...what you can!"

She said no more, but closed her eyes and slowly raised the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.

"Buzz!"

The Void Sword Intention was crisscrossing, and in the dark world surrounded by demonic energy, with the help of the Holy Power, it was able to tear apart a bright edge, appearing in the eyes of the demonized world.

"Red Dust Sword..."

Rao Yaoyao pointed her toes and jumped into the air. Like a carp leaping into the lake, her figure turned invisible and merged into the void.

"One Sword·Refining the Heart!"

The Xuan Cang Divine Sword turned into ripples in the center of the lake and sea, and slashed at the thousands of spiritual masters who were infected by the demonic energy. In the depths of their souls, they started a head-on confrontation with the power of the black dragon, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon. .

Rao Yaoyao majored in love swordsmanship among the nine swordsmanships.

The first realm of the sword art of love, the Red Dust Sword, is the training of the state of mind.

With this sword, Rao Yaoyao did not hurt the soul refiner at all, but under the effect of the holy power, the black dragon power of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon was divided into a barrier on the road of soul refinement for thousands of soul refiners.

As long as the soul refiners can break through this barrier, they can not only eliminate the influence of the black dragon power in an instant, but also improve their state of mind by more than one level.

Unfortunately...

Although the idea is good, Rao Yaoyao ignored the difference in power level.

Even Dao Qiongcang's Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation was tainted by the power of the black dragon. Her "Red Dust Sword" that can only be cut by borrowing holy blood, in terms of the holy power aura alone, is not even as good as a trace of the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation.

"Puff!"

In just half a breath, Rao Yaoyao's figure was shocked back from the void, and blood spurted out of her mouth, with horror in her eyes.

On the road of mental training, her sword could not even transform the black dragon's power, let alone help all the spiritual refiners.

It was useless!

"Rao Yaoyao, don't force it. This is a duel at the level of holy power. You haven't stepped into this step yet." A holy voice came to her ears.

Rao Yaoyao tilted her head and looked at the holy shadow of Dao Qiongcang.

She knew that this was Dao Qiongcang's admonition.

But she didn't listen.

"The Demon Emperor Black Dragon took great pains to send out its dragon scales. There must be a mystery in it. The Heavenly Dao of the Holy Divine Continent is blocking everyone. You are the master of the main hall. Can you make an exception and exert the full strength of the semi-saint?" Rao Yaoyao analyzed calmly.

After a pause, she continued to transmit: "You have used the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation to seal time and space to prevent the Holy Emperor's residual thoughts from escaping, which has already consumed a lot of power. If you spend more energy to solve the troubles of ordinary soul refiners, how much energy will you have left to deal with the Holy Emperor Long Lin?"

Dao Qiongcang's holy thought shadow was silent, as if what Rao Yaoyao said was right.

Looking at the battle situation in Yunlun Mountains, everyone thought that Dao Qiongcang, a semi-saint, had taken action and was in great glory.

But in fact, only people of Rao Yaoyao's status knew Dao Qiongcang's difficulties.

"You keep your strength to deal with Long Lin, and I will solve the troubles of soul refiners." Rao Yaoyao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. The power of the holy blood was rising wildly with the passage of time. There was a strong confidence in her words.

Dao Qiongcang's holy shadow paused for a moment, then stopped trying to stop him, saying, "Do what you can. Remember, your life is more important than the lives of all the people present combined."

Rao Yaoyao's eyes flashed with impatience: "Don't tell me this!"

After that, she ignored the semi-saint Dao Qiongcang, leaped into the air again, and raised the Xuancang Sword above her head.

Saint blood, to put it bluntly, is just the essence of semi-saints.

Seven Sword Immortals, to put it bluntly, are only at the Taixu realm.

With the previous sword "Red Dust·Refining the Heart", Rao Yaoyao knew how big the gap was between the power of the Saint Emperor and the power below the Saint level.

Gu Yan

For outsiders, this gap could not be made up in a short time.

Rao Yaoyao was different.

She raised her eyes slightly, stared at the magic sword Xuan Cang with pious eyes, and whispered: "Depending on you..."

The Xuan Cang magic sword, one of the five great artifacts of chaos, is the treasure that suppresses the luck of the headquarters of the Holy Temple on the Guizhe Holy Mountain. This action was asked to go out of the mountain, and the purpose is nothing more than to deal with the current emergency.

If there is any external force in this world that can counter the power of the Holy Emperor.

Then there should only be the luck power that has been nurtured in the Xuan Cang magic sword for thousands of years and blessed by many semi-saints and even Holy Emperors.

The luck power of the Holy Temple!

Similarly, it also represents the luck power of part of the Holy Continent!

Rao Yaoyao stood in the air, with a solemn expression, loosened the sword in his hand, put his hands together, and crossed them in front of his chest.

"Xuan Cang, open!"

A clear shout.

The Xuan Cang magic sword was clearly not held by a sword holder, but at this moment, it spun sideways at a high speed in front of Rao Yaoyao.

As it rotated, strands of luck flew out like a golden bird, just like the first ray of dawn lighting up the night, and in the eyes of all the demonized spirit refiners, a light of hope flashed.

A world of 100,000 miles of darkness.

On the ground, there were endless crazy spirit refiners scratching and screaming.

In the sky, there were female sword immortals with fluttering sleeves, drawing swords and breaking the situation.

The sword immortal commanded, and luck took shape.

The magic sword flew, and the bird led the dragon to roar.

"Ah——"

In a moment, a large amount of luck from the Xuan Cang magic sword turned into a five-clawed golden dragon, which flew up into the air and directly broke through the black blockade of the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation.

Rao Yaoyao's eyes burst into spirit at the same time, and she grabbed the high-speed rotating magic sword Xuan Cang with one hand, and her dress was rustling with the air.

"Ruthless sword..."

The loud dragon roar disappeared when Rao Yaoyao held the sword, and the golden dragon of luck also followed her shout, wandering in the sky and entering her body.

"Kill the demon!"

Slash with the sword.

This sword blessed by the power of luck directly pierced through the void and slammed into the black dragon power in the souls of all the soul refiners.

No persuasion.

No transformation.

At this moment, Rao Yaoyao did not choose a roundabout way to let the soul refiners remove the power of the black dragon in another way.

Because she understood.

Mundane soul refiners simply could not remove the power of the black dragon alone.

And her sword, with the blessing of the golden dragon of luck, did not need to be roundabout.

"Bang!"

Slashed with the sword.

Gold replaced black.

The dark world of 100,000 miles was replaced by brilliance, and the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation returned to light.

The black in the eyes of the crazy soul refiners also turned into golden light, and finally returned to their due clarity.

"What's going on?"

"What happened..."

Everyone spread their hands, feeling that they had changed, but they couldn't tell what the change was.

"Is this the second realm of the sword of love, the sword of forgetfulness?" On the other side, Teng Shanhai's one eye had already seen straight.

The style of Rao Yaoyao's sword was too outstanding.

Using the second realm of the sword of love among the nine swords, the sword of forgetfulness, directly made the thousands of soul refiners present forget their own demonic desires in the depths of their souls.

Then, everyone regained clarity!

This swordsmanship attainment...

How terrifying!

Teng Shanhai couldn't believe that Rao Yaoyao, who was in the same Taixu realm as him, could cut out such a sword.

"So, this is the gap between the Seven Sword Immortals and the ordinary Taixu?"

Teng Shanhai felt bitter in his heart.

Teng Shanhai used to not take the Seven Sword Immortals, the strongest fighting force under the Semi-Saint, seriously.

He always felt that among the Seven Sword Immortals, except for You Tu, Hua Changdeng, etc., they could master the power comparable to the Semi-Saint in the Taixu Realm because they were strong individuals.

But these individuals were exceptions!

Others could not compare to their achievements at all.

However, today, Teng Shanhai saw a different style.

Rao Yaoyao rarely used her full strength.

Teng Shanhai did not even know before that Rao Yaoyao's sword perception of the sword art of love sword in the Nine Sword Art had reached the level of the second realm.

It is said that if you give the Seven Sword Immortals a sword, the Sword Immortals can fight against the Semi-Saint.

But the enemy at the moment is the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale!

Rao Yaoyao was able to kill the Black Dragon Power of the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale with one sword, although he borrowed the power of destiny of the Xuancang Divine Sword.

But this power of destiny also requires someone to have the ability to borrow it.

For example, he, Teng Shanhai... can't do it at all!

Rao Yaoyao's sword is nothing more than a declaration to the world: "Sword Immortal" plus "Divine Sword" equals "Holy Emperor Power"?

"Success..."

After the sword was slashed, the world regained clarity, and Rao Yaoyao's eyes were filled with an inexplicable glow.

In the previous sword "Red Dust·Refining the Heart", she did not kill the power of the black dragon, but through a head-on confrontation, she clearly understood the gap between herself and the Holy Emperor, which was a valuable experience.

This sword "Exorcism" made her firm in her Taoism.

In the ancient sword cultivation, it is not only the Eight Masters who can achieve perfection.

He holds four swords and can suppress hundreds of generations.

I take the Divine Sword Xuan Cang, and Taixu can fight against the Holy Emperor Long Lin!

At this moment, Rao Yaoyao's Taoism was consolidated, and the confidence that she had unconsciously lost for decades was regained.

And the three sword mountains that had been weighing on her heart, You Tu, Hua Changdeng, and Eight Masters, seemed to begin to collapse.

"Crack!"

Rao Yaoyao heard the sound of her own bottleneck breaking.

Her eyes brightened, knowing that if she took this step, she might be able to reach the third realm of the sword art of love and become a half-saint of the sword art!

However, at this moment, Dao Qiongcang's extremely solemn voice sounded in her ears: "Rao Yaoyao, where is the luck dragon?"

"Huh?" Rao Yaoyao was startled.

She just slashed with a sword, borrowing the luck power of the magic sword Xuancang.

In theory, after a sword is slashed, the luck dragon will return to the body of Xuancang sword and be reborn, without consuming a single bit.

But now she checked...

"The luck dragon is gone?"

Rao Yaoyao's heart stopped beating.

That was nearly one-tenth of the luck power that the Holy Temple had nurtured for thousands of years!

Why didn't it come back?

How could it not come back?

How could it not come back? !

Rao Yaoyao's pretty face instantly turned pale, and then all blood disappeared, and her whole body began to tremble.

"Where did the luck dragon go?"