Ling Tian listened to the black-clothed half-saint's ear-piercing sneer, and asked the other party impatiently.
"of course?"
The half-saint in black had a sneer on his lips, not hiding his thoughts.
Looking at the entire ancient continent, there are only a handful of sacred weapons.
Most of the holy weapons are in the hands of some powerful people in the holy realm.
From one generation to the next.
Ordinary people have no way to obtain the sacred artifacts.
But the imperial weapon is a little different.
Although imperial weapons are equally rare and precious, there are still a certain number of them on the mainland. .??.
The half-saint in black didn't dare to think about the holy weapon, so his eyes naturally focused on the imperial weapon.
"You are a semi-saint after all, but your horizons are too low."
After receiving the unabashed answer from the half-saint in black, Ling Tian said with disdain and shocking words, "If you want to steal it, you should steal the sacred weapon. What's so good about the imperial weapon?"
"hehe!"
The half-saint in black had already seen Zifeng's arrogance, and now he didn't feel too surprised to hear Ling Tian's arrogance. He just sneered and said, "Ignorant child, you know nothing about sacred weapons!"
"I don't know anything about sacred objects?"
Ling Tian only thought this statement was fresh.
How could he know nothing about the sacred weapon when he has it in hand?
"Holy weapon, isn't it amazing?"
A nonchalant voice came out of Ling Tian's mouth.
After speaking, his arm slowly raised, and the Chaos Clock immediately appeared above his head.
when!
The majestic bells resounded loudly, and the Chaos Bell bloomed with brilliant golden light.
A breathtaking power filled the void, demonstrating the power of the holy weapon.
"This is……"
The black-clothed half-saint's eyes immediately straightened.
The expressions of the old man in purple robe and the woman in purple skirt also changed slightly.
They all could tell from the power blooming from the Chaos Clock.
The Chaos Clock is a sacred weapon!
"This is the sacred artifact, the Chaos Clock!"
Ling Tian held the Chaos Bell high and asked indifferently to the black-clothed half-saint, "How is it? Are you planning to rob it too?"
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The half-saint in black was silent, his dark eyes flickering.
For him, the holy vessel has an irresistible allure.
Now that I see a powerful sacred weapon in the hands of a Taoist warrior, how can I not have any ideas?
"want to?"
Ling Tian guessed the thoughts of the black-clothed half-saint, and then said with a playful expression, "Since you want it, why not come over and give it a try?"
"Boy, are you provoking me?"
The black-clothed half-saint's eyes narrowed and he immediately scolded.
The arms that were clenched into fists were faintly beating with the power of thunder and lightning.
It's like the anger in his chest has the potential to pour out at any time.
"I'm just asking you, don't be nervous."
Ling Tian smiled slightly, "If you want it, come here and grab it. If you don't want it, get out! But I have to remind you first, if you choose to grab it, you must be prepared to put your life on the line here."
"Arrogant!"
The black-clothed half-saint shouted angrily and raised his arms suddenly.
The power of the prototype of the void thunder and lightning law descended, and the terrifying thunder roared crazily.
"Come!"
Ling Tian shouted loudly, circulated the Chaos Bell Scripture, and frantically poured the power of chaos into the Chaos Bell.
Now, he has cultivated the Chaos Scripture to the sixty-first level.
Although it is still impossible to activate the Chaos Clock twice in a short period of time.
However, by activating the Chaos Clock once, the attack unleashed was much more powerful than before.
Even though the Saint King still cannot be killed, it is easy to kill the Semi-Saint.
"What?"
The power of the Chaos Bell bloomed, and the face of the black-clothed Half-Saint suddenly changed.
The terrifying pressure of chaos acted on him, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.
"Go to hell!"
The black-clothed half-saint did not dare to hesitate, and punched out decisively with both fists at the same time.
The fists flashing with electric light intertwined with each other, powerfully breaking through the restraints of the pressure of chaos and striking towards Ling Tian.
"kill!"
Ling Tian uttered a cold sound, triggering the Chaos Clock.
when!
The bell rang, shaking the space.
A dazzling golden light bloomed, crushing away the punch of the black-clothed half-saint.
Easily annihilating the thunder and lightning fist light, he then charged forward to kill them without any hesitation.
Before the black-clothed half-saint could react, the dazzling golden light engulfed the opponent's body.
"What a powerful holy weapon!" .??.
When the old man in purple robe saw this, he was secretly shocked.
The woman in the purple skirt was even more stunned.
The power of the Chaos Clock has already subverted his cognition.
Ling Tian waved his arm lightly and put away the Chaos Clock.
After a moment, the golden light dissipated.
Only the body of the half-saint in black was riddled with holes, still standing where he was.
"not dead?"
Zifeng's eyes flashed and he said a little uncertainly.
"He is dead."
Ling Tian smiled slightly and said indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, the half-saint in black tilted his body.
He fell to the ground with a thud and was no longer alive.
"Scared me!"
Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought that Ling Tian had missed.
However, he seemed to be overthinking it.
How can a mere half-saint resist the power of the Chaos Bell?
"Both of you!"
At this time, the purple-robed old man's voice came from behind Ling Tian and Zifeng.
The two of them turned their heads at the same time when they heard the sound, with casual smiles on their faces.
"Thank you both for helping me."
The purple-robed old man bowed his hands to Ling Tian and Zifeng, then looked at the two of them with a slight frown and asked, "I wonder what your surnames are? Which faction are you geniuses?"
The semi-saint in black came here for the royal weapon in the hands of the woman in purple skirt.
But the purple-robed old man was sure that Ling Tian and Zifeng were definitely not the same.
One of them owns an imperial weapon, and the other owns a sacred weapon.
He would never look down on the imperial weapon that had just been refined in the hands of the woman in the purple skirt.
The imperial vessel carries the sacred vessel at the top and the royal vessel at the bottom.
There is a very unique place - growth!
The newly refined imperial weapon is like a newborn baby.
Although its power is stronger than a high-grade royal weapon, it is not actually much more powerful than a high-grade royal weapon.
After the warrior nourishes it with his own strength, the imperial weapon will gradually grow and gradually match the warrior's strength.
Eventually it grows to a peak level, possessing power that far exceeds that of top-grade royal weapons.
The imperial weapon in the hands of the woman in the purple skirt was refined by the Lord of the Sword Forging City not long ago.
It has the inherent value of an imperial weapon, but currently its power is not as powerful as Zifeng's thunder stick.
Ling Tian and Zifeng themselves are quite capable in battle, and they are accompanied by important treasures.
It is difficult not to let the purple-robed old man associate the two with some first-rate forces.
"The quasi-holy son of the Wuji Holy Land, Ling Tian!"
The purple-robed old man asked, and Ling Tian generously revealed his identity.
"It turns out to be the quasi-holy son of Wuji Holy Land."
The purple-robed old man nodded slightly towards Ling Tian, then looked at Zifeng.
He was more curious about Zifeng's identity than he was about Lingtian.
"Your Excellency, is it possible that you are also from the Wuji Holy Land?"
The purple-robed old man asked Zifeng.
"Me? I'm just an idle person."
Zifeng shrugged and smiled, his attention already falling on the woman in the purple skirt, "Miss, you haven't told us your name yet?"
"Zixun."
The woman in the purple skirt spoke softly and softly.
"Zixun? What a good name!"
Zifeng laughed when he heard the sound, and took the initiative to get close to Zixun enthusiastically, "Young lady has the same surname as me, and you can meet me here, it seems that the two of us are really destined."
Zixun had a strange look on his face, ignored Zifeng, and turned to look at the old man in purple robe beside him.
After the purple-robed old man nodded slightly, she politely asked Zifeng, "Sir, please forgive Zixun for being presumptuous. Can you please show me the power of your bloodline that you have released before?"