Chapter 191 Chapter 191 Returning to the Sword Tomb
At this moment, the golden pool hanging above his head also seemed to have lost its energy supply, the light gradually converged, and Yuan Futu's translucent body slowly returned to its original shape. He knelt on the ground, like a walking corpse that had lost its soul. His face looked as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
Jian Twelve waved his hand, and the golden cage turned into a large piece of fine brilliance and dissipated in the air. Then he lifted Yuan Futu up and said with a cold look: "I have come this far, so I will never fail. As long as we collect enough spirit stones, we can definitely pull out the Chaos Spiritual Treasure!"
Yuan Futu opened his heavy eyes with difficulty, a pale smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said weakly: "It is mine... no one... can take it away."
Jian Twelve snorted coldly, "It doesn't matter, I have finally recovered some of my strength now."
"Shen Wuyu has... an immortal weapon, you still... have to lose." Yuan Futu was so weak that he could not even speak intermittently, but he expected that the current strength of Sword Twelve would not be able to defeat Shen who was armed with an immortal weapon. There is no desire, not to mention that there are so many masters around him.
Jian Twelve's kind face before turning back seemed to reveal his true intentions completely, and he no longer hid it at all. He sneered and said: "The power of chaos is just part of my plan. I want to become strong, so strong that I can Of course, the level of fighting against the old monk of Six Paths will not be limited to this."
Yuan Futu's heart trembled, and he seemed to have a bad premonition, but he couldn't guess what Jian Twelve, who was already almost crazy, was going to do. He discovered that Shen Wuyu's conspiracy to seize power was different from Jian Twelve's city. Looks like it's down to a different level.
The twelve and five fingers of the sword spread out, and a golden sword was condensed out of thin air. The light was shining, and chaotic lines as dense as spiders appeared on the blade, which was a sign of fusion with the power of the Lingbao.
As soon as he raised his head, the arched dome was completely blasted open by this majestic force, and icy strong wind poured in, mixed with a large amount of rain.
"Let's go!"
Jian Twelve held Yuan Futu in one hand and turned into a bright golden light and flew out of this hidden cave.
Yuan Futu's body was as soft as a puddle of mud. He felt as if his limbs no longer belonged to him, and it was impossible to even move his fingers. He allowed Jian Twelve to lead him through the rainy night.
It may have been daybreak, but thick dark clouds covered the sky, covering up all the light.
Under the clouds, there was only a golden light piercing the sky, which was extremely dazzling.
Back mountain.
Dozens of casual cultivators and disciples from the Qinghu Gang were searching nearby. They knew in their hearts that whoever could find the seriously injured Jian Twelve first would have accomplished a great feat. When the time comes, rewards would be given based on merit, and generous rewards would be inevitable. It’s indispensable, so we work extra hard.
Among them, two casual cultivators in the Dharma God realm were in the sky above a mountain peak, spreading their true energy across the widest range, searching for all signs of life.
call!
Suddenly, a ray of golden light came from far away, its speed was almost evil, and it directly hit the body of one of the magic masters.
The casual cultivator's limbs immediately shattered, his internal organs were shaken out, and his whole body turned into a ball of flesh, which was too miserable to look at.
"Oops, there's a sneak attack!" Another Dharma God exclaimed. While he was casting a defensive barrier, he looked intently, only to find a burly figure in white standing in the sky, and that man was holding a man in his hand. man.
"sword……."
Before Twelve could say anything, a golden sword had penetrated his head, killing him.
"Why... why did you bring... me here?" Yuan Futu did not expect that Jian Twelve would put himself in danger and return to the back mountain of Jian Sect again.
Jian Twelve's eyes were solemn and he said calmly: "This is my place, I must come back."
After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, pressed his five fingers into the void, and released a terrifying force of true energy.
At this moment, the entire void was shaking violently, and the vitality of the heaven and earth within a few miles was undergoing earth-shaking changes. There was only a loud noise, and countless huge haloes opened out of thin air, releasing various colors of brilliance.
, just like the mythical beast Phoenix spreading its wings, its divine glory is majestic.
Shocking array!
Facing this familiar formation, looking at the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect, the one who can truly be called the Lord of Shocking Gods is Jian Twelve. Only the past sect masters can completely master all the mysteries of the formation.
He took Yuan Futu and swept into the formation extremely quickly, but he did not follow a fixed trajectory like Xiaonan did. Instead, he crossed the shortest distance and came directly to the center of the formation.
This is like his home, so familiar that it has become a habit.
Yuan Futu once again saw the gate made of black stones, which was majestic, majestic and inviolable.
Jian Twelve walked silently into what was known as the biggest secret of the Tianxuan Sword Sect.
The secret realm of Sword Tomb.
The smell of decay floats in the dark cave. This is the place where bones are buried. On the bloody mound piled up not far away, there are countless sword-shaped spiritual treasures scattered around, and in the center, which is also the top part.
, is the green-edged sword that Yuan Futu once imagined.
Jian Twelve casually threw Yuan Futu to the ground. There was no expression on his face. He walked to the front of the bone burial ground with unusually heavy steps, but his eyes were locked on the Qing Dynasty of the first sect leader.
On the sword.
Yuan Futu seemed to have regained some strength, struggled to get up, leaned against the stone wall, looked at Jian Twelve's back, and said: "What you do now will not help, you are outnumbered, unless you go to the Tongtian Sword Tower to release Nangong Yuan and others.
Come out, but I dare say that Shen Wuyu is waiting for you in front of the sword tower now."
Jian Twelve was silent for a moment and said, "I don't need anyone's help, I can defeat Shen Wuyu."
Yuan Futu sneered with a sarcastic tone, "Even if you get the sword of the first sect master, you can't compete with an immortal weapon, let alone a magic weapon like a robe."
The sword of the first sect master is a supreme-level spiritual treasure. This level of spiritual treasure has derived spiritual consciousness. They know how to recognize the master. That is, except for the first sect master, no one can exert its true power unless
This Qingfeng sword recognized its owner again.
"Now that I have the power of chaos in my body, and coupled with my cultivation in the Heaven Transformation Realm, I will definitely be able to control this sword, for sure!"
Jian Twelve murmured expressionlessly, as if he was reciting an obscure incantation. Suddenly, he was covered with golden light, bursting out with majestic bright essence, but deep in the golden light, there were condensed masses of
Chaos flames look extremely weird.
"You've been here long enough, get out of my way!"
They pointed like swords and pointed forward fiercely. The target was the Qingfeng Sword of the first sect leader!