Yuan Futu explored the information in the fragments of consciousness, feeling extremely nervous. However, as the Shura Eye took shape, his eyes were suddenly obscured by a cloud of chaos, and in the deep gray chaos, a bell-shaped outline gradually appeared.
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The clock's body was wrapped in endless chaotic matter, and its true appearance could not be seen, but Yuan Futu vaguely felt that the space inside was as big as the universe and the chaotic void, with no end in sight, and contained endless mysteries.
"What is this? Is it the body of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure?"
Yuan Futu made a bold guess, but due to his current state, he was unable to get a closer look at the true appearance of this spiritual treasure.
At this moment, the chaos faded away, and a dark cave reappeared in front of him.
Yuan Futu raised his head, closed his Shura eyes, and let out a sigh of contentment. He felt endless strength emerging from his body. He looked around and found that the spiritual treasures were scattered on the ground, their color was dim, and it seemed that they were inside.
Almost all of the true energy has been sucked out.
"Sure enough, the sky will never stop me. Whether it is in the Tongtian Sword Tower, the underground palace of the ancient city, or the secret realm of the Sword Tomb, there will be vast and majestic energy to absorb every time you are on the verge of death. However, this Chaos Spiritual Treasure is really overbearing.
I broke the seals on these spiritual treasures and sucked out the true energy inside."
Yuan Futu stood up and felt that his condition had reached an unprecedented peak. The true energy in the natal pearl was even more abundant and pure than when he came out of the underground palace. What's more, he still had so many valuable experiences of the Sword Sect's predecessors hidden in his mind.
, it can be said that the benefits obtained from this absorption are extremely abundant.
"I don't know how the battle is going now. I have to leave here quickly!" Yuan Futu was so anxious that he drove the Zhuhuang Sword and left the secret realm.
At this moment, a green light suddenly burst out from the dim spiritual treasures scattered on the ground.
The source of that light came from a sword inserted into the cave wall.
A blue sword.
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The sword tower reaches the sky, and corpses are everywhere.
Those Qinghu Gang disciples and casual cultivators died in the hands of Jian Twelve in an instant. They had no ability to fight back at all and fell in a pool of blood with no chance of survival.
At this time, Jian Twelve arrived in front of the Tongtian Sword Tower and pushed open the door. The seal on the door, like a royal pen and ink, was disintegrating inch by inch, making it look so weak.
As soon as he stepped into the sword tower, all the seals seemed to be unlocked, and the sword tower was back under control.
"metropolitan!"
Xiao Nan first saw Jian Twelve's figure and said in surprise.
Jian Twelve looked at these loyal disciples with a kind face, smiled and said: "Shen Wuyu has been killed by me, you don't have to worry."
"Very good!"
"Finally there is help!"
"Shen Wuyu deserves death!"
The sword masters and elite disciples cheered, but a few of them looked at Jian Twelve with suspicious expressions.
After Nangong Qiushui adjusted her breath, her injuries had recovered somewhat. She stared at Jian Twelve, but she couldn't detect the familiar aura from the past at all. Instead, she felt a filthy, evil and decaying smell.
At this moment, she discovered Jian Twelve's eyes as dark as night, and her heart began to throb, and she said, "Sect Master, what happened?"
"Wang...Wang Jian, you actually used Wang Jian!!!"
When Xiao Nan saw Wang Jian at first glance, he felt very familiar. However, he had never seen Wang Jian's true appearance. However, after careful observation, he found that his appearance was exactly the same as what was recorded in the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He was immediately shocked.
Called out.
Jian Twelve lifted Wang Jian, looked at the black flames rolling and flowing on it with interest, and said with a deep smile: "Yes, I will use this sword to destroy Shen Wuyu's immortal weapon, starting from today , I will use Wang Sword to lead Tianxuan Sword Sect back to its prosperous era."
Wang Cannian walked over from the crowd and said in a harsh voice: "Drawing a sword means becoming a demon. Back then, even the first sect master couldn't suppress the demonic nature in his heart, so he established the iron law of using the king's sword... sect master, you are now You have fallen into the devil's path, please quickly seal this sword again."
Upon hearing this, Jian Twelve's face suddenly turned grim, and he said: "After Wang Jian has been sealed, what can I do to fight against Yishan Temple? If gaining power means becoming a demon, then I would rather sink into the devil's way."
"We have never thought about fighting with Yishan Temple. As long as our sword sect can be passed down for a long time and protected from foreign enemies, it is enough. There is no need to use this magic sword." Nangong Qiushui tried his best to dissuade Jian Twelve. If For such a master in the realm of heaven to fall into the devil's path, it would be a devastating disaster for the Sword Sect, and it would be more serious than Shen Wuyu's rebellious intention.
"Shut up!"
Jian Twelve roared suddenly, shocking everyone present. In their eyes, the sect master was a kind and kind old man, but now he was completely different from the previous one with his awe-inspiring evil aura and surging demonic aura.
Jian Twelve said surreptitiously: "I worked hard to absorb the power of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure, and obtained the King Sword. Now I have achieved my wish and entered the realm of transformation. This feeling of having the strongest strength is unprecedented. I I’m here to rescue you now, not to listen to some theory, but to let you stand behind me and jointly open up a new era for the Sword Sect!”
"Chaos Spiritual Treasure... Is Futu not dead yet?!" Wan'er was thoughtful, and she immediately heard the news that Yuan Futu might not be dead.
Hearing these words, Xiao Nan's nerves became tense.
Jian Twelve snorted coldly, "He possesses the Chaos Spiritual Treasure and is a man of great luck. How could he die so easily? If he hadn't arrived in time, I might have become Shen Wuyu's soul downstream from the sword."
"Then you repay a favor and absorb his Chaos Spiritual Treasure?!" Xiao Nan was furious.
Jian Twelve said coldly: "This was the original plan, but the Chaos Spiritual Treasure is fused with his flesh and blood. My ancient formation has insufficient energy, so it can only absorb part of the power of Chaos, but it is enough for me to pull out the King Sword and kill him." I have no desire to kill Shen."
"Where is the pagoda?" Lin Wan'er asked impatiently, tears already flowing from her eyes, and she was extremely excited.
"Without the power of chaos, he is almost useless. After a while, I will rearrange the 'Swallowing Heaven Formation' to completely absorb the Chaos Spiritual Treasure."
"Madman! He will die if he does this!" Xiao Nan roared.
"So what? I don't think there's anything wrong with using his life in exchange for the Sword Sect's future prosperity in the imperial court."
Gong Yangjue, the sword master of Zi Mansion Sword House, shook his head and sighed, saying: "Sect Master, please stop. Falling into the devil's path will be a disaster for the Sword Sect!"