Under everyone's gaze, the golden light gradually converged, and finally poured into the body of a slender figure kneeling on one knee.
At this time, Su Hun's body had been completely repaired, and as the golden light surged, there seemed to be a faint sense of oppression emanating from it.
On his naked back, you can vaguely see the golden phoenix pattern with flying wings. The phoenix pattern is like a living creature, lifelike. When the wings are spread, it seems to break through Su Hun's body and soar into the sky.
And on his chest, there is a golden dragon pattern entrenched, and the giant dragon looks down with pressure. Such majesty is as if it can defy the heaven and earth, and its majesty is inviolable.
The dragon in front and the phoenix in back penetrate the front chest and back, merging with the soul wings of the holy beast.
Now, Su Hun finally knows what kind of holy beast the holy beast soul wings he transplanted in his early years came from.
Su Hun's closed eyes also opened little by little at this time. The originally dark pupils turned into golden color at this time, full of majesty and suffocating.
The golden eyes lasted for a while and then began to fade away. Su Hun looked down at his unharmed body in confusion.
Slowly clenching his palms, he could feel the terrifying power rushing through his body.
It was as if there was a real dragon and phoenix hidden inside his body.
He touched the dragon pattern on his chest with his palm, and immediately his eyelids couldn't help but twitch, because he felt that the dragon pattern and the phoenix pattern on his back seemed to have a kind of vitality.
They don't seem to be simple patterns, but living creatures. Especially after connecting with the holy beast soul wings, this feeling becomes even clearer.
He seemed to have successfully survived this disaster. He could feel that the vitality contained in his body was more than ten times stronger than before.
It seems that this time, he seems to have won the bet.
"Boy, it's almost done. Get rid of it quickly. Let's use the Seven-Word Sword. I've already cleaned up this area."
And when the golden light between heaven and earth dissipated, a very shallow thought came.
Su Hun grew taller and looked at the thirteen powerful men with a smile.
Being watched by Su Hun, for some reason, they felt an inexplicable palpitation in their hearts.
"What's going on? The killer instinct makes me feel like I'm dying."
That day, the heir in the mourning hall covered his chest and muttered to himself.
Others have this strange feeling too.
The reason why it is strange is that this feeling of death actually comes from his own companions.
No matter how cruel the killing in the dojo is, it is over now, and people of the same race cannot kill each other.
But where does this feeling of death come from?
"What do you want to do?"
After all, the descendants of Tianling Hall and others were very keen and looked directly at Su Hun.
"It's almost time to send you on your way."
Su Hun smiled.
Everyone's expressions changed, and they finally realized something was wrong.
"You...you are not from my ghost clan?"
The descendants of Di Ling Hall shouted loudly.
"Smart, but unfortunately, it's too late."
Su Hun smiled slightly and stared at the thirteen people, showing his big white teeth.
If these thirteen people are killed, a large part of the Ghost Clan's Tianwu-level inheritance will probably be cut off!
It can be said that for a long time in the future, the Wang Tianwu-level development and king-level inheritance of the ghost and spirit clan will be greatly weakened.
"Go quickly, this person is not of my race."
These thirteen people were decisive and fled in thirteen directions.
Su Hun looked at the fleeing people. If it were before, even if he was in the small world of swordsmanship, he would not be able to keep the thirteen masters who were desperately trying to escape.
but now……
He raised his hand slightly, and the sky twisted directly, turning into a cage. In a few breaths, all thirteen masters were included.
"The power to control the sky, this is...the king?"
The thirteen young masters were shocked. Only a king could achieve such a skill.
However, this person's aura is obviously still in Tianwu, he is not a king, and there is no king-killing calamity.
How could he have the means that only a king can have?
"You...who are you?"
The descendant of Huang Lingtang shouted: "A person with such strength is definitely not an ordinary unknown person, why should he hide his head and show his tail like this?"
Thirteen masters tried their best to attack, but they couldn't break Su Hun's restraint.
"The dead don't need to remember my name."
Su Hun clenched his fingers tightly, and the void quickly twisted, like a piece of wrinkled paper that had been grabbed by someone.
And the bodies of the thirteen masters in the void were all crushed by a powerful force and turned into blood mist.
"Is this the power of the eighth heaven?"
Su Hun shook hands and felt that he was omnipotent now. Even if the king came, he would not be afraid and dare to fight.
This is the power of the eighth-level heavenly warrior, who is not afraid of the king.
It's a pity that this world is incomplete, especially the eighth and ninth heavens are in a state of annihilation and cannot bring down corresponding thunder disasters to temper themselves.
However, Su Hun now has the power of the dragon and phoenix aura, and has fully activated the power of the holy beast soul wings, which has a great impact on the physical body, no less than the baptism of a thunderstorm.
"It's time to go find Black Dog and the others."
Now, he can penetrate an extremely far range with just a thought, which is already a king's method.
Even stronger than the king, only on the seventh level of heaven can one truly understand the mystery of the power of heaven and control the power of heaven.
Soon, he noticed some strange fluctuations in a certain area, which was absolutely impossible to detect before.
Su Hun rushed over quickly, and on the way, he also noticed a few auras of kings.
"The commotion caused by the black dog and the pine master seems to be quite big."
In Su Hun's perception, this land of sunset was in chaos, and many important people had died.
Moreover, he also sensed that at the end of this world, there seemed to be an indescribable wave that was quietly spreading, but it was blocked by something and did not come over.
Su Hun was a little surprised. The black dog and the pine master were so powerful. What could they have done to restrain the strongest man of the ghost clan so that he could not move?
After hesitating for a moment, Su Hun did not find those kings to practice with, and now focused on finding the Seven-Word Sword.
In an ancient palace, there were corpses everywhere, including those of Tianwu level, kings, and even two ancestor level masters.
In the main hall, the black dog and the pine master were looking for something anxiously.
"Senior Dog, we have never come into contact with the fragments of the Pure Sword. We probably need Su Hun to come over."
The pine master searched for a long time to no avail and said helplessly.
"That kid still doesn't know what's going on. I sent him a message before..."
boom!
Before Black Dog could say anything, he heard a loud noise coming from outside, and then a figure smashed in and fell hard to the ground.
"Damn it, who is attacking me outside?"
The man drank loudly.
"Another one comes to die."
The pine master carried the coffin and patted it with a board.
The king obviously wanted to hide, but he couldn't move and was shot away like a meat ball.
Another figure fell down, and by chance, it landed beside the king. He directly punched the king's head, and then flicked his fingers, smashing his body into the void.