"Who is coming? He actually disturbed this emperor's conscience!"

A voice filled with Emperor's power suddenly rang out in the underground room, deafening, as if it contained endless anger.

Jian Fengyun felt his body sinking, as if he was carrying a towering mountain on his back.

Emperor!

Jian Fengyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes swept down the center of the underground cave. His face suddenly returned to calm. He still walked down the steps of Lihuo Yaoguang Array.

"Dangerous mortal, you dare to come over. If you get closer, I will let you lose your soul!"

The voice filled with Emperor's power sounded again.

Jian Fengyun seemed to have not heard it, and walked down the stairs and walked towards the emperor sitting cross-legged in the center of the cave.

"Mortal, you... don't force me!" The voice suddenly became unconfident as Jian Fengyun approached.

Jian Fengyun smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to scatter my soul!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, Jian Fengyun's hand had already fallen to the sitting emperor. When his palm fell on the emperor, the scene in front of him suddenly shattered. The true body of the emperor and the Lihuo Yao Light Array all disappeared. The entire basement returned to darkness, and only a faint candlelight was swaying, and a damaged ancient stone platform appeared in front of him.

Jian Fengyun fell on the stone platform at a glance, and saw that the stone platform had been broken, and the ancient runes engraved on the stone platform were also worn out. A little moss spread out on the stone platform. On the stone platform, a bronze lamp stained with copper rust, a faint candlelight was slowly burning, and the light of the entire underground cave was emitted from the bronze lamp.

"How do you... break free from the illusion of the woven fire of the floating life!" A trembling voice with horror suddenly rang around.

"Fu Shengyan, I didn't expect that there was such fire in the world!" Jian Fengyun looked at the candlelight with a faint fire in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but lit up, ignoring the horrifying voice.

Fu Shengyan, the twelfth flame on the ancient divine fire list, is the Nine Netherworld Fire that Jian Fengyun broke into the wilderness Thousand Domain in his previous life and took away from the Nine Barbarian Palace. It is only ranked 73rd on the Ancient Divine Fire List.

This shows how precious the Fusheng Flame is. According to legend, Fusheng Flame is a flame that accompanies the legendary reincarnation. Fusheng Fire, according to the reincarnation, and some ancient books even record that having Fusheng Flame is not as good as reincarnation, and it will never die forever.

"What a pity, the fire is damaged too much. I'm afraid it's not possible to recover it in a short time!" Jian Fengyun poked out his hand and grabbed the bronze magic lamp.

At this moment, a sword energy shot out from the stone platform in front of him, rushing towards Jian Fengyun.

"Let go of the floating life chicken, otherwise I will be polite!"

The sound rang out again, Jian Fengyun avoided the sword energy and turned around. He saw that a bronze sword stained with copper rust was floating in the void before the lamp that was filled with the Floating Life Flame.

The bronze sword was suspended in the void, emitting a cold sword power. The bronze sword body was stained with some thirsty blood. Although it was already thirsty, the momentum emitted from the blood was very powerful.

Seeing this scene, Jian Fengyun suddenly frowned and said, "Anyone who is damaged by 90% can still have such power. It seems that you are not a mortal sword!"

With his previous life, he could naturally see at a glance that the problem with this bronze sword was covered with copper rust on the sword body, and all the inscriptions of the bronze sword itself were damaged in those covered areas.

"Hmph, even if the Qing Emperor Sword damages the Nine Cities, it will be more than enough to kill you. I advise you not to act rashly!"

The bronze sword swayed slightly in the air, as if a person was talking.

"Haha, is it true?" Jian Fengyun smiled faintly. It seemed that the sword spirit of the bronze sword regarded him as an ordinary warrior at the peak of the true spirit realm.

The moment Jian Fengyun finished his words, a fiery red sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and a surging emperor power suddenly spread out, emitting a cold demonic aura.

Red-sleeved Emperor Sword!

In an instant, the entire underground cave became heavier, filled with surging imperial power and sword energy.

Although the sword spirit of the Hongxiu Emperor Sword has disappeared with Hongxiu Tianxiang's death, the sword is still a lossless Emperor Dao Soldier. Losing the sword spirit will reduce the power of the sword a little, but with Jian Fengyun's current cultivation level, it cannot exert the full power of the Hongxiu Jian at all.

The moment the Hongxiujian appeared, the bronze sword trembled in surprise, as if he had seen something incredible.

"You...you are a warrior in the True Spirit Realm, how could you have the Emperor Dao Extreme Army!"

Jian Fengyun did not answer its question, but just spoke coldly and said, "Submit me, or be destroyed, now you have two choices!"

At the same time, a powerful soul aura suddenly burst out on Jian Fengyun's body. In conjunction with the emperor's power above the Hongxiujian, his robe was free from wind, and Jian Fengyun seemed to be coming as if the emperor was coming.

The bronze sword suddenly stopped, and it couldn't think of how such a powerful aura erupted from the young man in front of him. This aura was not inferior to its owner, but its owner was the Qing Emperor at the peak of the era. The young man in front of him was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Why compare with its owner?

Just as the sword spirit was confused, a cold murderous aura suddenly came upon it, scaring it so much that it trembled all over.

"I...I surrender!"

As the sound of the sword spirit fell, the red sneaker sword in Jian Fengyun's hand also flashed and disappeared, and the momentum on his body suddenly disappeared.

He didn't scare the sword spirit just now. Since he broke through the peak of the True Spirit Realm, the sword energy in his spiritual palace was enough to activate the Red Sweet Sword a little, and the power of the Emperor Sword a little, was enough to directly destroy the sword in front of him that had been damaged by 90% of the sword.

"You won't regret the decision you made today!" Jian Fengyun said lightly. He cut his finger and a drop of blood fell on the bronze sword.

Blood dripped on the bronze sword, instantly turning into a mysterious formation, instantly wrapping the entire bronze sword.

"Blood Refining Technique, how could you do the blood refining Technique?" The shocking voice of the bronze sword spirit sounded again.

The blood refining technique is a method of sacrificing spiritual weapons studied by ancient monks. The spiritual weapons sacrificed through this method will be directly integrated into the blood and summoned at any time. However, this sacrificing technique is very advanced, and even their masters have not involved it.

This advanced sacrificial technique is actually used by this young man in the true spirit realm who is only fifteen or sixteen years old. And judging from this technique, he is very skillful.

At this moment, the Bronze Sword Spirit was completely confused. Is it because it was covered in dust for too long? The outside world has changed a lot. These imperial weapons and advanced sacrificial techniques are no longer valuable and are in a mess!
Chapter completed!