Jian Twelve shook his head slightly, "The Chaos Spiritual Treasure has been integrated with Yuan Futu's flesh and blood. I just absorbed its power, but in the near future, the Chaos Spiritual Treasure will always be in my possession, and it will be my way to open up a new world." The biggest bargaining chip of the era."
The Chaos Spiritual Treasure is the top spiritual treasure in this world. Whether it is the King Sword or the Ancestral Dragon Divine Armor, it will be eclipsed in front of it.
Shen Wuyu sneered twice, "It seems that the biggest conspirator is not me. I have done so many things deliberately, but I just forced you to have a crazier side. I have followed you for so many years, but I have never been able to do it. Seeing through you, your desires and ambitions are far above mine!"
There is no denying that Sword Twelve does yearn for more powerful power, and he will even do whatever it takes to harm his fellow sect members.
Shen Wuyu stared at his eyes as dark as night and said, "It is said that if you become possessed by a demon, you will never see the world again. I think you should know this feeling very well by now."
Jian Twelve's eyes were only pitch black without pupils, and he said calmly: "You are wrong, I can still see the world, and through these magic eyes, I can see it more clearly."
Shen Wuyu stood up holding his knees, shook off the rainwater all over his body, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, use your eyes to see carefully, which one is more powerful, the Wang Sword, or my immortal weapon! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear dragon's roar resounded through the sky. The clouds above were directly shaken to create a huge gap. A large amount of clouds and mist collapsed inwards. However, on Shen Wuyu's body, the ancestral dragon tattoo suddenly changed. To make it real, green dragon scales grew on his body, and he looked like a half-dragon, half-human monster, exuding the peak power of the king of spiritual beasts.
At this moment, the Ancestral Dragon Divine Armor has been completely integrated with his flesh and blood golden elixir, and is displayed perfectly.
Jian Twelve felt that the power of the fairy weapon contained in it was so powerful, but he no longer felt the fear when he broke through. He raised his right arm, and a pure blood light suddenly appeared. Wang Jian was already in his hand. Inside, there are streaks of black aura flowing on the sword blade.
An earth-shattering battle of strong men is about to begin!
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Yuan Futu lay weakly in the secret realm of the Sword Tomb, still holding the pendant in his hand, and his breath gradually became heavier. He looked aimlessly at the spiritual treasures scattered around, which were all belonging to the predecessors of the Sword Sect in the past dynasties. The thing of destiny has powerful true energy sealed inside, but I didn't expect it to be thrown here like garbage.
"I don't know how the war will go... With the current state of Sword Twelve, even if Shen Wuyu has that immortal weapon, it will not help." Yuan Futu sighed deeply. While he was thinking about it, he suddenly noticed that there was something in the Yuanshen Sea. There was a turbulence, and when I looked inside, I discovered that a new ray of chaotic true energy had evolved from the originally empty natal pearl.
"Huh? Could it be..." Yuan Futu frowned and continued to observe. He found that in a moment, a few more strands of chaotic true energy were derived. Only then did he confirm what he was thinking and said: "It seems that although Sword Twelve I absorbed the power of this Chaos Spiritual Treasure, but in the end it did not separate the Spiritual Treasure from my flesh and blood. In this way, it still belongs to me and can derive new power for me."
Just like this, after half a stick of incense, wisps of chaotic essence gathered together, as big as a wick. Yuan Futu, who was full of hope, became discouraged again and said: "It still doesn't work, the rate of evolution is too slow, and the amount is too small. Okay, if this continues, even if you stay here for a year and a half, you may not be able to fill up your natal beads."
In the end, he still couldn't regain the strength to leave here. Yuan Futu began to feel despair in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly found that the entire secret cave was flickering. Looking around, he realized that it was this looming light source.
They are the spiritual treasures scattered around.
Yuan Futu raised his eyebrows, suddenly having a bad feeling.
Sure enough, streams of chaotic-colored substance struggled out of his abdomen, like slender chains, and at the end of each chain, there were spiritual treasures scattered around.
The next moment, these spiritual treasures glowed brightly, and the power contained in them was sucked out and poured into Yuan Futu's body along the chaos-colored chains.
He knew that the Chaos Spiritual Treasure's devouring skills were quite overbearing, but he didn't expect it to be so crazy, especially after being absorbed by Sword Twelve, it became almost like a vicious devil.
When the alien true essence enters the body, it is immediately transformed into pure chaotic true essence and flows into the empty life bead. However, when every kind of power sealed in the spiritual treasure is poured into the body, Yuan Futu seems to be able to feel what is happening.
All the past events on this spiritual treasure seem to have been swallowed up not only the pure essence, but also the memory fragments contained in it.
Among them are not only the former masters of the Sword Sect, but also the seniors of the major Sword Sects. Their whole lives are reflected in Yuan Futu's mind, which contains the history of the Tianxuan Sword Sect and their extremely valuable training experience.
At this moment, Yuan Futu, like the Chaos Spiritual Treasure, was absorbing it crazily and eagerly.
There are at least dozens of flying swords in the secret realm of the Sword Tomb, and many of them are extremely high-grade precious spiritual treasures. The combined power of them is enough to be described as terrifying.
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Under the clouds, above the sword tower, the battle is about to begin!
Jian Twelve raised his sword and pointed it straight forward. The black aura flowing from the sword seemed to be extremely active at this moment because it had been silent for too long, like a beating and steaming flame.
At this moment, seven men in black appeared and surrounded him. They took off their hoods, revealing their sinister white faces.
"This power is very similar to our demonic energy, but it is more powerful!" A master of the Nine Nether Sect said in a deep voice. He has practiced magic for so many years and has never seen such a powerful force.
"You guys want to stop me? This is the second time in history that King Sword has appeared, so I will use you to fight for it."
Jian Twelve's eyes swept across the crowd, he took a step forward, and appeared in front of a Nine Nether Sect strongman like a ghost.
With one sword strike, the world is in turmoil!
In an instant, a blazing bloody light spread across the sky and exploded directly from the body of the Nine Nether Sect strongman, bursting out with a destructive aura that could slaughter the world.
This strong man from the Nine Nether Sect was also at his peak, but before he could use his demonic energy to defend himself, he was blown into nothingness by the sword light, leaving no scraps of flesh behind.
Feeling the powerful power inside, Jian Twelve was extremely excited. The first sect leader used this sword to kill more than ten sects around him in one night.
"Since the first sect master can do it, I, Sword Twelve, can also do it. With the King Sword in hand, no gods can stop it!"