Chapter 1038: One Day's Power
After Yi Luo finished speaking, he retreated a thousand miles away. There were bursts of mysterious aura emanating from Yi Luo's body. At this moment, Yi Luo seemed to be preparing some incredible moves.
When Yang Ze saw this scene, he snorted coldly and was about to continue to attack Yi Luo, but under Yi Luo's order, the remaining two eighth-grade masters were desperate to stop Yang Ze at this time.
Originally, what they wanted to do was to destroy the soul-sucking bead, but the ancestor had already ordered them to stop Yang Ze. Now the most important thing waiting for them was to stop Yang Ze.
"Don't overestimate your ability!"
Yang Ze flicked his sleeves, and a gust of wind vented directly from his hands. Then he didn't look at the two people. He didn't have time to deal with them now. The aura on Yi Luo's body became more and more weird. He had to kill Yi Luo first to avoid any accidents.
This is the first day. Yang Ze has no way to destroy this continent directly, so the best way is to kill Yi Luo first.
But what Yang Ze didn't expect was that the blow he released with a swing of his hand could not stop the two eighth-grade masters. He saw a roar suddenly coming from behind the gust of wind.
The result was an explosion of black light. Yang Ze saw the only eighth-grade master Dean, who was now wearing a set of black armor. The black armor was also an eighth-grade magic weapon. With the power of this magic weapon, the aura of the eighth-grade master began to grow.
Dean, wearing armor, tore the gust of wind in front of him with both hands. Another eighth-grade late-stage master rushed out at this time, holding a dagger in his hand. The fluctuation on the dagger was not weak at all, and it reached the seventh-grade level.
There was also a fluctuation around this dagger, which was the fluctuation of the seventh-grade magic weapon.
At the moment when the wind was torn apart, the dim light on the dagger suddenly rolled out and turned into thousands of dagger phantoms. Under the clapping of this person, these thousands of phantoms burst out with a strong momentum and stabbed directly at Yang Ze's body.
Yang Ze, who was about to attack Yi Luo, had a cold light flashing in his eyes and snorted coldly: "Since you are determined to die, I will send you on your way first!"
Dean and the others interfered with Yang Ze, which also angered Yang Ze. There was a flash of light on Yang Ze's hand, and the Thunder Blood Evil Knife fell directly into his hand.
Although the Thunder Blood Evil Knife is currently only a fifth-level magic weapon, after falling into Yang Ze's hands, the momentum of the Thunder Blood Evil Knife completely merged with Yang Ze, making Yang Ze's momentum even stronger.
Although the grade of the magic weapon is very important, in addition to the magic weapon, it is also necessary to take a good look at who is using the magic weapon. The power that can be displayed by different people is completely different.
For example, Yang Ze now has the Thunder Blood Evil Blade, which is the most suitable magic weapon for him. After the Thunder Blood Evil Blade appeared, the faces of Dean and the others changed.
Dean immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, which merged into the armor on his body. In addition to the black color, the armor on his body immediately added a touch of red, which gave it a more mysterious feeling.
And the other late eighth-grade cultivator, after releasing the thousands of dagger phantoms, also spit out a mouthful of blood on the dagger, and at the same time took out a shield and directly blocked himself. The magic weapon fluctuation on the shield was not weak at all, reaching the level of the fifth level.
Dean's long hair danced wildly, and a phantom appeared behind him. After the phantom appeared, Dean pointed out with one finger, and the phantom rushed directly to Yang Ze with great power.
As for the other late eighth-grade cultivator, he poured all his power into the shield, and the protective power of the shield broke out in full, cooperating with his hypocrisy, protecting both of them.
Yang Ze watched all this happen with a cold eye. His eyes were calm. He even mobilized his cultivation power at this time. He swung his sword, but there was no huge movement. Only a flash of sword light could be seen, and then the sky of the first day became quiet.
In just a moment, Yang Ze's sword light swallowed up all the attacks in front of him, including the thousands of dagger phantoms, including the phantom attacks launched by Dean with all his strength, and even including Dean and the other two, as well as their external protection.
After the sword light, Yang Ze put down the Thunder Blood Evil Sword. He still looked forward with a cold eye. He did not use any martial arts in this sword, but only used his cultivation. However, even such a simple sword contained terrifying power.
Although the space that the sword just passed by still looks normal now, people with sufficient cultivation can find that the space in front has been broken into pieces. The reason for the breakage is also due to Yang Ze's cultivation. The power of that sword is too strong, and it directly shattered the space here completely.
The shattering of space was secondary. The truly terrifying thing was the attacks. The thousands of phantoms that originally contained powerful energy were now frozen in the air. Cracks were everywhere on the thousands of phantoms, and they shattered in the next breath, turning into dots of light and dissipating.
And the phantom that Dean had released with all his strength was directly split in half after being attacked by thousands of daggers. Nothing was left, and it turned into streams of gas that erupted.
The power of this knife is more than that. The most terrifying thing is the position where Dean and the others are. The space where they are now has been completely distorted. With a loud bang, the fifth-level magic shield was directly broken into two halves.
But the old man in the late eighth grade did not spit out blood, but a blood mark appeared in the center of his head. The blood mark extended from the position of his eyebrows. The next moment, the body of the old man in the late eighth grade was directly separated and fell from the air in two halves.
Dean, who was hiding behind the old man, now had a huge knife mark on his chest. The knife mark spread all the way to Dean's chest and almost penetrated Dean's body. Dean's mouth was full of blood, and the armor on his body was already damaged. The whole person retreated madly.
It was too terrible. The person in front of him was really too terrible. He broke their attack with just one knife, and instantly killed an eighth-level late. This kind of strength was too terrifying, and he was simply not able to resist it now.
Although his was an eighth-grade magic weapon, what could it do? This eighth-grade magic weapon was like a decoration in front of such a strong man. Dean, who was running away, did not hesitate at all. He clasped his right hand on the surface of his armor, and then grabbed it with force, directly grabbing the armor on the surface of his body.
This broken eighth-grade magic weapon was grabbed by Dean. There was heartache in Dean's eyes, but he immediately threw the armor out, and shouted: "Explode!"
The armor exploded directly, setting off a powerful storm, directly submerging Yang Ze's body. With the power of the armor's self-explosion, Dean retreated a few points faster.
The self-explosion armor was a helpless move by Dean. This armor was a magic weapon from the first day, not his. He did not have the qualifications to destroy this armor, but in order to survive, he had to do this now.
Just when Dean thought that he had exploded an eighth-level magic weapon and could protect himself and retreat safely, the power of the five elements emerged behind him, and Yang Ze walked out directly from behind him.
"If a complete eighth-level magic weapon exploded, it might still be qualified to stop Yang, but it is too ridiculous to want to stop Yang with a broken eighth-level magic weapon."
Yang Ze sneered, and his right hand had already raised to grab Dean's body. A suction force burst out from his palm, which directly pulled Dean's body, making Dean unable to move now.
"No, I can't die, I am the heir of the first generation of the ancestors, I will never die here! Secret technique, the art of extracting souls!"
Dean roared madly, at this moment, he was willing to burn his own life in exchange for the power to move, and then pinched his hands, and his hands grabbed the ground in the air.
As he grabbed, five large spiritual veins on the first day land suddenly trembled. The surging spiritual energy was wrapped in the spiritual veins, and was actually directly extracted by Dean's grab.
Yang Ze looked at Dean's behavior, and now he understood what Dean was doing. Dean was trying to use the power of the first day's spiritual veins to deal with him.
"This person is really crazy. Extracting the first day's spiritual veins will only cause irreversible damage to the first day. These five large spiritual veins can be considered useless." Yang Ze thought to himself, but he did not stop the movement of his hands, preparing to swing the knife again.
Under the pressure of life and death crisis, Dean is now completely crazy. He doesn't care about the consequences of doing this. He just hopes that the spiritual vein power he extracted can kill Yang Ze.
Seeing Dean's crazy look, and seeing Yang Ze about to strike again, Yi Luo, who was summoning the ancestral soul, shook his head and sighed.
"Forget it." After saying this, Yi Luo pointed a finger at his forehead. The finger he pointed at was the only life force he had left, a life force that could keep him alive for sixty years.
Being touched by the power of this finger, this life force immediately burned up. During this burning, Yi Luo gained powerful power. At this moment, under the heavy blessing, Yi Luo's strength was no longer close to the early stage of the ninth grade, but temporarily stepped into the early stage of the ninth grade.
"I will not hesitate to spend my remaining life. I will kill you today. As the 271st ancestor of the first day, I will sacrifice thirty years of my life and condense the power of the first day to kill this person!"