Chapter 512 (Monthly Ticket of the Demon-proof God Shuttle)
Chapter 512: The Demonic Shuttle (please recommend and vote for me)
Throughout the stone temple, traces of sword shadows appeared and disappeared, constantly flashing. The latest chapter of the temple
At this time, Zong Shou was sweating profusely, and his face was even more pale.
This is already thirteen thousand two hundred and forty-three swords!
The injuries he suffered when he took the dragon pill were gradually getting worse now.
And this sword shadow still never stops, as if it is endless.
This battle was far more tiring than the battle with Jue Xin. The sword shadow changed, and there were seven different sword techniques, almost every one of which was at the eighth level or above!
Moreover, each kind of sword intention has surpassed "intention" and reached the level of "soul".
The Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword, on the other hand, was polished by him in this battle to the point where he could use it completely freely and superbly.
And the physical body was forged by the impact of this sword energy. Although it was scarred, it would definitely be able to make progress again in the future.
But in this battle, Zong Shou had no hope of winning.
Fourteen thousand years later it was still like this, but fourteen thousand years ago it was even more tyrannical.
Ye Feishang said that in this place of inheritance, even the most talented dragon clan could not take away the eighth spiritual object, but now he truly believes it.
The sword light was still pressing forward bit by bit. The first moment it was the Vast Vast Sword of Vast Energy, the next moment it was changed to the Great Ice Sword, and the next moment it was the Thunder Hell Sword——
Ling Zongshou was tired of dealing with it and was extremely confused. If the names recorded in the three pages of gold leaves that seemed to be the Xuanming Golden Book were really seniors of the Cangsheng Dao. I am afraid that most of them were also proficient in swordsmanship and were extremely strong swordsmen.
I couldn't be distracted, and I didn't think about how much time there was before the inheritance place was closed.
Zong Shou only knew how to use his sword with all his strength to gain every opening for himself, so as to adjust his Qi pulse and restore his inner breath.
Try your best to retain more strength to deal with the sword wave behind you.
Gradually, he forgot the time, forgot where he was, and no longer thought about those three pages of the Golden Book of Profound Fate. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple, his thoughts were pure, and there was only the sword in his hand, and in front of him,
It is the endless sword energy that is constantly being generated and slashed from all directions. One sword is almost stronger than the other, and each sword is more wonderful than the other.
Just when Zong Shou had reached the 21,200th sword count, the sword energy that filled the sky finally subsided.
At this time, Zong Shou was sweating profusely, his steps were shaky, and his whole body almost collapsed. His feet were weak, and he stopped with his sword to prevent him from collapsing.
First he smiled helplessly, but in the end he felt a burst of joy.
This battle is really exciting!
Compared with the battle with Juexi, it was even more profound in his memory.
The seven levels of swordsmanship have enabled him to master the Nine-Nine Dragon Shadow Sword to the extreme.
As for the unfinished Yuan Yijian, which was full of flaws, he didn't even dare to use it in this battle.
Shaking his head, Zong Shou took several pills in succession. After the breath in his body recovered slightly, Zong Shou stepped onto the stone steps deep inside the palace.
Without taking a closer look, he put the three hidden golden pages directly into his sleeve.
Then he took long strides and walked out of the stone palace gate.
I looked around and saw no one around. I didn't know if he had left or if he was still in a certain stone hall, solving those difficult test questions.
Only Zong Yuan is still there, guarding outside the stone palace with a calm expression.
Zong Shou only glanced at it, then smiled: "Did you get it?"
Zongyuan nodded, turned his hand and took out another object, but it was nine pills.
Zong Shou looked at it carefully, and then his eyes lit up: "It turns out to be the Cunyi Pill! What a blessing!"
The so-called intention elixir is a person who refines elixirs and uses the elixir as a sustenance to store his martial arts thoughts in the elixir.
People who take it can not only understand high-level martial arts thoughts, but also use the martial arts in the pill to fight with others.
The nine pills in Zongyuan's hand are the highest level of "Yi"-level Cunyi Pills, and they already have a somewhat psychic feeling.
What’s rare is that three of them happen to be related to thunder. (《》)
This blessing is indeed good, even Zong Shou is envious of it.
When he entered this place of inheritance, he got a lot of things. But except for the spirit chalcedony, there was nothing that could enhance his own strength.
Zong Yuan said nothing, but nodded with deep sympathy.
Zong Shou then calculated the time again, and then frowned again.
Before I knew it, it was the last day.
"Only half an hour left——"
Looking around, Zong Shouxuan knew that even if his mind was fixed, he would not force himself to get the ninth spiritual object with such a short time left. He could see it, but there was no harm in it.
His eyes finally locked on a pale golden stone palace not far away.
He had seen before that what was hidden in this hall was a flying shuttle the size of a child's arm.
It was also the thing that interested him the most in this area.
With a flash of his figure, Zong Shou walked to the front of the hall without hesitation. As soon as he stepped in, the door was closed.
The spiritual array restriction in this hall was filled with flashes of spiritual light, which were triggered by neither Taoism nor swordsmanship.
Instead, they were giant black winged bats with fierce eyes that revealed bloodthirsty. However, there was more of a blank look in their eyes at this time.
Zong Shouze took a breath of cold air, not knowing where these ferocious beasts moved from. Almost every one of them was as high as the ninth level.
——At a glance, there were actually more than 800 of them, hovering in this spacious hall.
Zong Shou's mouth felt extremely bitter. The test of obtaining this ninth spiritual object was too difficult.
——Eight hundred level nine, this can really kill people!
At this time, it was already less than sixty breaths before the inheritance place was closed. Zong Shou had no worries at all. He only needed to survive the initial period of time and he would be automatically moved out.
The next moment, Zong Shou's mind moved slightly, as if he was thoughtful.
"Less than sixty breaths?"
Looking at the winged bats filling the hall again, I saw only some of them were already rushing towards this direction, fiercely.
He heard that the winged bat, a ferocious beast, has a very short visual distance. It relies on its eardrums to hear sounds, and its spiritual awareness is also extremely sharp.
They all have magical powers of the musical system, which are sometimes used to attack enemies, but most of the time, they are used to explore the terrain and creatures in the distance and find prey.
Zong Shou frowned slightly, then smiled again. What's the harm in taking a gamble?
There was a turbulence in the soul. Then the two completely opposite phenomena, one black and one white, appeared outside the body.
In the entire stone hall, half of it was dark and lightless, and the other half was blazing white, making it impossible to see.
And all sounds, all spiritual senses, are distorted.
In this stone palace, more than 800 winged bats were completely plunged into chaos at this moment.
Zong Shou sneered "Hey", and his figure flashed again, shuttled among hundreds of winged bats, and rushed towards the depths of the palace at the fastest speed.
When Kankan reached the golden shuttle, he suddenly reached out his hand. First he felt a strange power, and the spiritual formation here was restricted, and then it was triggered.
The next moment, it was completely disturbed by the black and white holes. With a gentle grip, the golden shuttle was in Zong Shou's hands.
When the soul power was almost exhausted and the black and white holes were about to disappear, Zong Shou fired out ten more protective talismans one after another, and more than ten layers of spiritual light to protect himself firmly.
When all the lights and shadows returned to normal, Zong Shou could only see here that the eight hundred-winged bats were furious. In panic, they subconsciously emitted a huge sound pattern and struck in all directions.
Without the 'black hole' to absorb it, this sound pattern can only reverberate and vibrate in this stone hall, impacting everywhere.
Most of the dozens of protective spiritual spells that Zong Shou had around his body were broken in an instant. He added them one after another, regardless of the cost.
But those hundreds of black winged bats were even more miserable. When more than 860 sound waves, which were equivalent to ninth-level magical powers, were all superimposed into one place, their power was so majestic that it could even compare to the top level.
Dharma level spiritual method.
Almost immediately, nearly half of the winged bats were caught off guard and were blown to pieces, turning into minced flesh and blood.
Zong Shou felt slightly heartbroken when he saw these winged bats. Not only were their corpses gone, but even their beast crystals could not be preserved and they exploded into pieces.
The rest of the winged bats were also extremely uncomfortable, and they tried their best to resist the waves of sound that echoed back and forth.
Just the next moment, there was another burst of spiritual light shining in the hall.
Zong Shou's figure was immediately moved out of the stone palace.
When he looked again, those black winged bats had disappeared. They were back on the stone steps when he first entered the Dragon Palace.
The palace door in the distance is also closed.
Zong Shou was startled for a moment, and then he was in agony. As long as he had three more breaths, those remaining winged bats would all be destroyed.
At that time, the sound waves were quieter, and there must be a lot of ninth-level beast crystals left behind.
——Only three short breaths of time, and a huge loss of tens of thousands!
His face was already pale, and now it was even more ugly.
Ye Feishang, Ye Feihan, and Weoshui Chuxue were also moved out at this time.
When he found Zong Shou, he was suddenly startled. Ye Feishang subconsciously thought that he had gained little this time. So he kindly comforted him: "Your Highness, there is no need to be depressed. In that place of inheritance, it is hard to find many heroes, just because of time."
It’s really too short. I just looked at the cultivators of various sects and found that two of the thirty people couldn’t even break through the illusion level——”
Hearing this, Zong Shou felt the same. He nodded and said: "The time is indeed short, and we have suffered a big loss this time. We have only produced nine pieces in total, twenty thousand Xuan-level spiritual objects. Your Dragon Clan is quite wealthy.
——”
As he spoke, he put the golden shuttle into his sleeves, his expression extremely frustrated.
Ye Feishang was about to answer, but after a moment, her pupils shrank slightly, her breathing suddenly became heavy, and she looked at the thing in Zong Shou's hand.
"Devil-proofing shuttle? You have the devil-proofing shuttle?"
Then he remembered Zong Shou's previous eyes, and he was confused for a while: "Nine pieces? You said you just got nine pieces in total?"
At this moment, she wanted to kill this guy with one sword. Even Fang Ming, the two ninth-level members of Tailing Sect and Yuanshi Demon Sect, only got seven pieces. This guy got nine pieces, and he pretended to be so.
Look like this.
Over there, Ye Feihan looked at Zong Shou with gleaming eyes, almost admiring him.