At this moment, the beast bone knife suddenly turned into a blurry shadow in the hands of Shi Fang Ju De. It seemed to be extremely fast, but it also seemed extremely slow. It was finally fixed in front of the God of Sin and Death, but it did not stab.
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The body of the God of Sin and Death trembled. He opened his arms and completely blocked Yuan Futu behind him, showing an aura that looked back upon death.
Bang!
As the blurry knife shadow gradually became clearer, the golden bones covered with magic patterns on its chest began to crack, spreading all over the body in an instant, and the two huge wings of chaos behind it were completely shattered.
The God of Sin and Death has lost any ability to defend or attack. Its body is mottled with cracks, like it is made up of countless broken bones. If it is touched even slightly, it will be completely destroyed.
A hint of a winning smile appeared on the boy's lips.
The powerful force contained in the sword that wiped out all directions just now is completely beyond the imagination of the God of Sin and Death. The reason why the shadow of the sword is blurred is because in an instant, it wielded tens of millions of blows with extremely stable speed and power.
It was caused by this. I wonder who can withstand this powerful blow, which is close to the peak of the gods and demons.
"The next step...it's up to you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the huge golden skeleton fell to the ground, as if it had been broken into hundreds of pieces, and even the head was in pieces.
Shi Fang Ju Mie raised his head slightly and looked forward through the half-dog mask. However, suddenly, he felt an invisible crushing force coming. This kind of force was simply impossible to resist, because
What it attacks is not the body, but the soul.
Yuanshi Xuanjie is a small world created by the Chaos Clock. The gods and demons derived from it have spiritual stones that are differentiated from the Chaos Clock. This touch of spiritual consciousness is the soul they rely on to survive.
, however, for gods and demons, the differentiated spiritual consciousness is not complete, and is not even as good as the perfect soul that ordinary mortals are born with.
Therefore, at this moment, Shifang Jiannie felt a very strong life threat. Once the spiritual consciousness dies, no matter how many high-level gods and demons it swallows, it will not be able to be reborn.
The young man's face changed drastically, and he said solemnly: "Soul attack... It's actually a soul attack!"
This is the essence of Yi Jian Bai Shi Kong, infusing one's own essence and spirit into the sword, achieving the state of the integration of human and sword. In addition to extremely powerful physical attacks, it also possesses unimaginable soul attacks.
The moon-white light on the Tianque Sword is getting stronger and stronger, indicating that the power of the soul is constantly rising. At this moment, all of Yuan Futu's strength and spirit seem to have been completely drained. The only thing left for him is to wield this sword.
The strength to thrust out.
"Death! One sword will be empty for all times!"
Yuan Futu's face was ferocious. He had been preparing for a long time and finally exploded. He rushed forward a few steps, stepped on the pile of golden bones that had not disappeared, and stabbed the Tianque Sword in his hand fiercely.
The moon-white light on the sword's edge was flowing endlessly, seemingly extremely gentle, but it caused an almost destructive pain to Shifang Deni.
This powerful god and demon instinctively raised the beast bone sword, trying to make a final resistance, but before it could be raised to his chest, the blade was blown to pieces with a bang, and the Tianque Sword sank into his chest without any obstruction.
But the white light of the moon suddenly dimmed.
Shifang Jiannie could feel that the moon-white light containing the power of the soul did not disappear, but entered the body, crushing the trace of spiritual consciousness separated from the Chaos Bell.
This touch of spiritual consciousness is extremely fragile compared to a complete soul.
Plop! The young man sat down with a look of dejection on his face, as if he did not expect that everything would end so soon.
Yuan Futu let go of the hand holding the sword and knelt half-kneeling on the lake, panting as if suffocated. He felt very tired, not only from the physical fatigue, but also from the depression of the soul. This kind of consumption
It is difficult to recover.
Shifang Juannie took two steps back as if he was drunk, reached out and took off the dog-headed mask, looking at the sword stuck in his chest with some disbelief, but his blood-stained eyes suddenly dimmed, and instantly became lifeless.
, and then fell to the sky.
The most powerful god and demon in the bitter territory finally died, and it could no longer be resurrected after losing its spiritual consciousness. The physical body began to degenerate into the most primitive chaotic material. In the end, only the Tianque Sword was stuck diagonally on the ground.
Yuan Futu felt very painful. With the help of the first sect master, he mustered up enough courage to wield this sword of destiny. The negative impact it would bring was too great. The physical body could be recuperated quickly with the help of demon power.
Recovery, however, the time it takes for the soul to recover is immeasurable.
Buzz!
The young man's index finger was slightly bent, and he gently tapped the clock body with his knuckles. However, the huge chaos clock began to violently turbulence, making bursts of magnificent and majestic sounds.
When the bell hit his ears, Yuan Futu was immediately refreshed. He felt that his soul was like a dry river bed, but the bell was like a soft and gentle spring rain, which instantly rejuvenated it.
"The sound of this bell actually has the effect of healing the soul." Yuan Futu was extremely shocked by this. There are not many things in the world that can heal the soul, but they are extremely precious, just like the holy water of the earthly immortal.
"Do you feel better?" A sunny and optimistic smile appeared on the young man's face.
Yuan Futu straightened up, pulled out the Tianque Sword and walked to the young man, saying in a deep voice: "Why do you want to help me recover? Don't you want me to leave here?"
"If you don't have enough strength, letting you leave is tantamount to death, and I don't want you to die, but... you have proven that you have the strength to leave here now, so I don't have to stop you," the young man said.
Yuan Futu stared at the face that became more and more familiar the more he looked at it, and said, "Chaos Bell belongs to me now?"
The young man nodded and said, "Even this world is yours now."
Yuan Futu desperately wanted to leave here. Without thinking, he stretched out his hand and placed it on the Chaos Clock.
Buzz!
The sound of the bell came to mind again, penetrating into the deepest part of Yuan Futu's mind. His vision went dark, and he felt as if the stars were moving around him, as if he was falling into an endless abyss.
At this moment, all the memory fragments that had been hidden in his mind for many years became bright, and inside, all the mysteries of the Chaos Clock were recorded.
The amount of information was so large that Yuan Futu's head almost exploded. However, for him, even if he was shattered to pieces, he still had to get this treasure of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure.