Chapter 1351 Destruction Sword, Yin Yang Demon Refining Pot
The spiritual energy in Zhang Huanjin's hand condensed again.
Behind him, the honor of the immortal seemed to be reflected, and the boundless and majestic immortal light fell.
It illuminated the entire sky, and the brightness of the light even surpassed the glow of the Zixia Holy Land.
"The sword inherits the way of heaven."
Another sword fell, this was not just a sword, it seemed to have turned into an inconvenient way of heaven.
A sword actually has the power of the sky.
Carrying the entire heaven, when the rays of light fell, the face of the Great Sage Mingjing changed drastically.
His heart was beating wildly. This was the feeling of approaching death, and his mirror was warning him.
At this moment, the Great Sage Mingjing had no time to think of anything else, so he directly put away the mirror, and his figure jumped in the deep void, trying to avoid this blow.
"Retreat," the Demon Refining Saint next to him also looked horrified and hurriedly hid aside.
When the sword fell completely, the whole world fell silent.
All the pits were affected, and the entire land seemed to have been plowed by the sword. The sound of explosions was endless, and countless pits of different sizes appeared.
However, the altar with its colorful glow remained unmoved, as if the attack just now was invulnerable.
Even Zhang Huanjin glanced at the altar with a knowing look.
"It is indeed an innate treasure. I will definitely bring it back to the Holy Court this time."
"Curious," the Great Sage Mingjing held the mirror with his right hand trembling slightly.
His senses are sharp and he can feel attacks more strongly.
"This is the power of the Holy King. Among all the saints in the world, I am the king.
It’s really a realm that makes people long for it.”
"Can you still hold on? If not, let's go together," said the Demon Refining Saint.
The Great Sage Ming Jing did not refuse, but nodded.
Facing the Holy King, let alone defeating him, it was extremely difficult for him to even delay him for a little while.
"Fellow Daoist Haoyue, and fellow Daoist Xu, leave this holy king to us.
If there are still beings coming in the fairy ship, I'll leave it to you," the Demon Refining Saint turned around and looked at Xu Zimo and the two of them.
When the fairy ship comes, there must be more than one holy king.
It's just that the other party hasn't shown up now, so he probably hasn't paid much attention to these people yet.
"Okay," Fairy Haoyue nodded.
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The power of one sword has reached Qingtian.
The plows plowed the earth, shattered the void, and carried the way of heaven.
Dust was filling the air, but Zhang Huanjin didn't care and continued to look at the altar.
He snorted coldly: "The dead still want to be resurrected, so today I will make you disappear into ashes again."
He stretched out his right hand, and his long sword wavered in the void.
"Don't try to be cruel," came the demon refining saint's loud shout.
He and the Great Sage Ming Jing were on the left and right, surrounding Zhang Huanjin in the middle.
"There is no use in large numbers," Zhang Huanjin said calmly.
"How do you know it's useless if you haven't tried it," said the Demon Refining Saint with a smile.
He looked at the Great Sage Mingjing and said: "You force him to be exiled, and I will buy you time."
The main reason why the Great Sage Mingjing failed to banish just now was because the opponent was too powerful.
Don't give him a chance to be exiled at all.
If you can successfully banish, I'm afraid you will gain a lot of time.
"Okay," the Great Sage Ming Jing nodded.
The vast mirror behind him condensed again, and the power of exile condensed the void, shining behind Zhang Huanjin.
At this moment, the Great Sage Ming Jing did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.
There was blood on his lips, he opened his mouth slightly, and a drop of bright red blood flew out of his mouth.
Although there is only one drop of blood, when the blood comes out, the power of the law pervades, and it seems that the sky is changing.
"The True Blood of the Great Sage," Zhang Huanjin said with narrowed eyes.
The True Blood of the Great Sage, this is no ordinary blood.
Every drop of true blood has to be refined for thousands of years. It is said that when you advance from a holy king to a powerful Taoist, all the blood in your body must be refined into true blood.
Only with a slight chance can the rules change.
The difficulty can be imagined.
To the great sage, a drop of true blood is nothing more than the flesh of his heart.
At this moment, the Great Sage Mirror used a drop of true blood to sink into his own mirror.
"I'm so willing to give it up," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I don't know how many benefits Sage Zixia gave me to make Sage Mingjing work so hard."
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After the true blood was submerged, Ming Jing's power became at least 20% stronger.
The void condensed even more powerfully, and even the sword intent around Zhang Huanjin seemed to be imprisoned.
"Since you want to die, then I will grant it to you," Zhang Huanjin snorted coldly.
"A sword of destruction."
All around him, the meaning of destruction began to spread, and waves of gray-brown spiritual energy invaded the sky.
These auras carry a feeling of death and destruction, as if even the sky is about to be destroyed.
The face of the Great Sage Ming Jing changed.
"You go on, I'll carry it," said the Demon Refining Saint.
The Great Sage Ming Jing nodded, and the power of exile around him became stronger and stronger.
At this moment, the sky was filled with sword intent of destruction.
These sword intentions crisscrossed the depths of the sky, and dark clouds began to gather in the sky.
The dark clouds were filled with oppression and destruction, and the sword intent of destruction shuttled through the depths of the clouds, like long dragons swimming freely.
Immediately, Zhang Huanjin folded his arms and looked solemn.
Above his head, those endless sword intents of destruction condensed together to form a sword intent as big as the sky.
The sword went straight into the sky, stirring up the dark clouds.
"Kill," Zhang Huanjin shouted softly.
The huge sword of destruction fell from the sky and pierced the void. Even before it came into contact with everyone, there was already a creepy illusion that the body was divided by countless swords.
"Stop him," shouted the Great Sage.
The power of exile has reached a critical moment. Giving up at this time is tantamount to wasting all previous efforts.
"It seems like my bones, old man, should be loosened a bit," the Demon Refining Saint said with a smile.
Although he was smiling, the seriousness in his eyes could not be concealed.
"Bao Hulu, it's up to you."
The Demon Refining Saint took off the green gourd from his waist, patted it, and threw the gourd into the sky.
The gourd swayed slowly at first, and then a powerful attraction came from the sky.
I want to swallow the destructive sword intent inside.
"The demon-refining gourd matures once it takes ten thousand years, one branch and two gourds, both yin and yang are innate."
Zhang Huanjin immediately revealed the origin of the Demon Refining Pot and said in a cold voice: "If you were extremely powerful, you would be great.
It’s just a yang gourd, not enough to look at.”
"You won't know until you try it to see if it's enough." Being looked down upon by others, the Demon Refining Saint's face didn't look good.
He snorted coldly: "Your Shengting family has a great cause, and we casual cultivators can't compare to it."
"Then it's better to join our Holy Court. We never treat our own people badly," Zhang Huanjin said.
"That's not necessary, I'm used to it," the Demon Refining Saint shook his head and refused.
In the sky, the falling sword of destruction collided with the Demon Refining Pot of the Holy Court.
