Chapter 422: Using Souls as Materials to Foster Divine Weapons

The peak master represents the peak level of the Way of the Dao.

Although there are hundreds of them, the highest level of cultivation is only the fifth level of the Way of the Dao.

Even if all of them come together, they are still no match for him.

The old man looked at them jokingly and said, "The sect master is right. You ants will not give up easily. You will definitely break the transmission channel formation at all costs."

The faces of the people in the Seventh Hall of Shengyang were full of despair.

This was their last struggle, but they did not expect that they were easily seen through by the Nine Stars Heavenly Sect.

But after despair, they turned to madness!

As the most loyal children of the temple, they will not give up easily!

"Everyone! The survival of the temple is in our hands!"

"Don't forget the dying support of the Tianxing Palace Master!"

One person roared.

"Kill!"

The eyes of the others were also bloodshot! Ready to die!

Then! They held magic weapons in their hands! Half of them killed the old man!

The others killed the restriction!

"Death struggle."

The old man sneered and also made a move.

The power of the peak of the Way of the Dao was vividly reflected here, and several people fell with a wave of their hands.

The Temple wanted to rely on the advantage of numbers to hold the old man back, but it was not going to work.

And those disciples who attacked the ban found in despair that it was extremely solid, and their magical powers could not cause much damage to it.

Such an attack might take an hour to break the ban.

"Haha, a group of ants, the Seventh Palace of Shengyang is doomed to die."

The old man laughed.

Seeing this, the golden egg hiding in the dark turned his eyes.

The next moment, its figure flashed, and it turned into lightning again and disappeared from the spot.

Then a lightning bolt approached one of the passages at a very fast speed, and hit it when Shengdian and others were desperate!

Rumble!

The ban shook violently, and thunder filled the air!

The next moment, a click sounded suddenly! The ban was broken instantly!

Such a sudden scene made everyone present stunned.

Especially the old man, whose smug smile just now froze instantly.

"This! What's going on?!"

These people should never be able to break the ban!

But before he could come to his senses, a bolt of lightning hit another restriction!

That restriction also shattered like glass!

The old man then noticed the lightning! He roared, "What the hell! Show me!"

He slapped it with his palm! It turned into an endless rain of arrows and shot at the lightning!

But the golden egg easily dodged the arrow rain attack with its own thunder escape and rushed to another restriction!

The old man panicked! If the golden egg opened all the restrictions, he would be guilty!

"Stop it!"

He roared and rushed towards the golden egg!

The people of the Seventh Palace of Shengyang also came to their senses.

Although they didn't know who the golden egg was, helping them break the restrictions was helping them!

"Everyone listen! Stop him!"

As long as they stop the old man! Let the golden egg break the remaining restrictions and let the palace master return! They, the Seventh Palace of Shengyang, have the possibility of turning defeat into victory!

"Get out of here!"

The old man made a seal with his hands! A wave of light killed everyone in the temple!

The people in the temple couldn't resist at all! Wherever the light wave passed, someone fell!

Taking this opportunity, the golden egg broke another restriction!

The three restrictions that were broken instantly became cold! The transmission was about to begin!

At this moment, the old man killed all the remaining people in the temple!

When the old man saw the teleportation array open, his face was extremely gloomy.

But he didn't continue to stop the golden egg, but turned around and fled to the main hall!

Once the support came, he alone couldn't resist it, and now he could only tell the sect master about it.

As for destroying the transmission channel, it was even more impossible.

The transmission channel is connected to the world, and the transmission cannot be destroyed unless the small world collapses.

The golden egg did not continue to destroy the restriction, and turned into thunder and left.

The remaining three restrictions will be broken by the temple monks who were teleported here. It has also completed Fang Chen's mission and it's time to go back.

And just ten breaths after it left, with the light on, thousands of figures came out of the three transmission channels!

They looked around vigilantly, but found that there was no one here except the corpse on the ground.

Seeing that there was no ambush, they sent a message to the others who were still in the branch temple.

Soon Tao Xian also descended into the small world. When he saw the corpses of the temple disciples all over the ground, his anger reached the extreme.

These are the most elite Tianjiao of the temple, the future of the temple!

Now they all died in battle here. No matter what the outcome is, their temple has been seriously damaged.

"Damn Xingzong! Damn Xiang Zhiming!"

"Destroy my temple? I will make your Xingzong doomed!"

He ordered: "Leave two thousand people here to resist the Xingzong people outside! The others follow me to kill into the main hall! Kill Xiang Zhiming!"

There are still many Xingzong monks outside attacking the branch temple, delaying a large number of troops for Xiang Zhiming and others.

"Yes!"

Everyone listened to the order, and then half of them followed Tao Xian to kill into the main hall, and the other half guarded here and broke the remaining three restrictions.

At the same time, in the main hall.

Xiang Zhiming led everyone to the most core area.

They did not encounter any trouble on the way, but there were some restricted formations.

However, Xiang Zhiming had already made preparations, and the journey was very smooth.

But Fang Chen, who was in the crowd, frowned more and more deeply.

Along the way, a voice kept ringing in his mind, and it became clearer the deeper he went.

He thought that other people would hear it, so he also sent a message to Luo Yuner and Xia Ling.

But except for him, no one else heard any female voice.

Just as Fang Chen continued to walk, the voice sounded again.

"So dirty, so disgusting, I don't want these!"

"How long will it take?"

"So painful"

The voice was full of despair, loneliness, and sadness.

Even Fang Chen was faintly moved by it.

Who is she?

What kind of pain is she enduring at this moment?

While thinking, the scene around him changed.

After walking through a long and wide corridor, a huge palace appeared in front of Fang Chen and others.

The strange thing is that this palace is blood red, and a monstrous blood aura permeates the surroundings.

However, the palace seems to have been restricted by some kind of restriction, and the blood aura only floats around the palace and does not disperse.

Seeing this, Lu Jin said excitedly: "Master! This is where the magic weapon is!"

Everyone looked at the blood palace in front of them curiously, but Fang Chen frowned slightly.

Luo Yuner said that it was a divine magic weapon, which should be holy, bright, and sacred.

How could it be a place full of blood and filth?

Lu Jin continued to introduce: "When this magic weapon was discovered, the blade was broken in half, but the power remained."

"In order to restore the magic weapon, the masters of the successive holy temples used souls as materials to foster this magic weapon. Gradually, the broken blade of the magic weapon slowly grew back, and in the past ten years, only the tip of the sword was left to be fully restored!"

Fang Chen suddenly realized that this was the case.

Using souls as materials, the holy temple can think of it.

However, if you want to restore the magic weapon, the amount of souls required is probably extremely huge.

Looking at this blood palace, the souls who died in the Seventh Palace of Shengyang are probably no less than one million.

"Restore the magic weapon? That probably requires no less than one million people, right? But why have I never seen the Seventh Palace of Shengyang arresting people in large numbers?" Xiang Zhiming asked Fang Chen's doubts.

Lu Jin smiled proudly and said, "Master, this is a divine weapon. The souls of mortals who have experienced the secular world have long been filthy and unworthy of being the nourishment for divine weapons."

"And the most suitable ones are the souls that have not been tainted by any secular world, that is, children!"

"We will capture a large number of mortal women here and let them keep giving birth. Then let special people teach theology, and when they are three years old, they will be perfect nourishment!"

Hearing this, Fang Chen's pupils shrank slightly.

Using children as nourishment, these people are simply crazy.

Although monks have never regarded mortals as their own kind, they are all of the same race! Such a crazy thing can actually be done!

But after listening to it, Xiang Zhiming was not shocked, but nodded in agreement: "The means of this temple are also amazing. Souls with a hint of divinity are indeed the most suitable as nourishment."

"But."

He sneered: "The efforts of the masters of the temple in the past have finally made me."