Liu Dao frowned. He thought of the Chaos Clock hitting the Wordless Heavenly Book. The sticky chaos that appeared around him was like a dark ocean that obscured his sight and even his spiritual consciousness. At this opportunity, Yuan Futu opened the Yuanshi
Xuanjie simulated the same scene as Tianzhu Mountain. With his understanding of the four laws of nature, this was not a problem for him.
However, taking this opportunity, he used the power of the chaotic energy in the Yuanshi Xuan Realm to derive an infinite amount of innate chaotic essence to support this nine-level Sea Emperor Yuanji Formation.
This small formation made of endless chaotic true energy exudes a majestic momentum, which is not much weaker than the large formation supported by spiritual veins. For Yuan Futu, this is already his most powerful killing move.
The old monk of Six Paths looked at the ancient sword glowing with blood-red demonic light, and said in a deep voice: "It is rumored that the sword tomb of Tianxuan Sword Sect contains a fierce weapon made of demon bone, which is even more powerful than the Supreme Spiritual Treasure.
There are many more powerful ones, and it seems that you have this one in your hand."
“Sure enough!”
The old monk of Six Paths said coldly: "The realm of strength is always a flaw. You haven't even reached the realm of returning to the gods, so how can you kill me?"
"Then how much strength do you have now?" Qin Chuan's breath was as heavy as an old cow's, and it looked like he was seriously injured.
Qiye said in a deep voice: "Old Bald Donkey has lived for so long and is indeed very strong. You are fully capable of resisting the supreme calamity and soared to the legendary Earthly Immortal Realm. Why do you still stay here?"
The old monk of Six Paths said: "Because there are some things that I haven't gotten yet. I can't leave until I get them."
"I don't know what you want to get, but now you can't take anything with you, just disappear into thin air!"
Yuan Futu raised the King's Sword, and the Sea Emperor Yuanji Formation made a loud noise, like the roar of gods from ancient times. Above the formations, a series of blue sword bodies emerged, large and small.
There are thousands of ways.
Yuan Futu didn't have any reservations. This time he had to use all his strength and shouted: "One sword will be empty for all ages!"
The invisible sword intent soared into the sky, and the six-path old monk felt that his soul was trembling, as if he was under a great threat.
"It's actually a soul attack?!" He obviously didn't expect Yuan Futu to realize the soul attack technique.
At the same time, Qiye and Qin Chuan looked at each other, and they understood each other. They punched each other at the same time, and the supreme demonic energy and the most powerful demonic power rushed towards them. They already had the aura to look forward to death, aiming to restrain them to the maximum extent.
Old monk.
The old monk of the Six Paths raised his arms, and each of his skinny palms produced a swastika seal. It was somewhat difficult to resist the two forces. His thin and old body was sandwiched between them, as if he was swaying in the strong wind and rain. He could be ready at any time.
Destroyed, yet incredibly tenacious.
drink!
Yuan Futu swung the King's Sword, and dozens of azure swords seemed to have received instructions, and they bombarded away with the soul attack power of Bai Shikong, and in an instant they came in front of the old monk of Six Paths.
"You are right. My power in the Heaven Transformation Realm cannot compete with yours, but the soul is always the most vulnerable part of a practitioner. As long as I can kill your soul, you will definitely lose!"
This was the strategy that the three people had discussed in the Chaos Clock for a long time, and Yuan Futu would execute the final blow!
The substance-like swords were about to penetrate Liu Dao's body and cut his soul into pieces. But at this moment, a halo of chaotic color suddenly exploded from his Dantian, attacking him.
The sword body was completely crushed.
"Chaos Halo!"
Yuan Futu's eyes widened with a look of astonishment.
The old monk of Six Paths gritted his teeth and smiled coldly: "You also have the Chaos Spiritual Treasure. You should know that after becoming the master of the Spiritual Treasure, the soul will be protected by it. This defensive barrier is impregnable for the soul. With this,
Your current strength is simply wishful thinking." As he spoke, the swastika Buddha seal circulated, and the hot golden light became stronger, bursting out with powerful purifying power.
The faces of Qiye and Qin Chuan were distorted by extreme pain, and it was obvious that they could not hold on for an hour and a half.
Yuan Futu looked grim. If he failed even the ninth-level sword formation, there would be no way to kill the six-path old monk. He took a step forward and left the sword formation. All the sword bodies trembled as he waved.
The king's sword was drawn forward and struck forward, like a huge blue rainbow of light, directly hitting the deepest part of the soul of the six-path old monk.
Thumping!
The number of sword bodies was increasing, and they were constantly disintegrating and destroying in front of them. However, the halo of chaos began to loosen, and dark black cracks appeared on the surface.
"My sword array is also condensed from the true energy of chaos. Let's see if your shield is strong enough for the blade, or my spear is stronger!" As he spoke, Yuan Futu had already jumped in front of Liu Dao, and the king sword was high.
Raised high, the bloody sword condensed with extremely terrifying real demonic power.
The old monk of Six Paths felt a threat, a threat that was fatal enough. At this moment, he even felt that the future would change because of this, and his royal destiny would also come to an end at this moment. The heart that had been silent for a long time began to beat violently. This was already
It was a feeling that I had not experienced in hundreds of years, an emotion of fear and horror.
"Hurry... I can't hold it anymore!" Qin Chuan's body was about to be engulfed by the purifying light, and Qiye was not much better, already on the verge of destruction.
The rainbow of light formed by thousands of azure blue swords bombarded the chaotic halo. It trembled more and more violently, and more and more cracks appeared on the surface.
Yuan Futu held the sword in both hands and roared as he thrust the sword forward. The crimson tip of the sword touched the front of the halo, and the power of the real demon burst out, creating a very narrow crack in it.
The last and most powerful defensive barrier was destroyed. The six-path old monk lost the protection of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure. When his life was dying, his amazing potential also burst out, and the two swastika seals quickly exploded.
It opened, sending the half-purified bodies of Qiye and Qin Chuan flying out.
Then he made an action that hasn't changed in thousands of years, extremely stable and fast.
Put your palms together!
The sword blade fell into his palm and suddenly became sluggish. The power of the real demon rubbed in the wrinkled palm, making a hard sound as if it was about to pierce his eardrum, and finally stopped in his chest.
"Failed?" Green veins as thin as a finger burst out on Yuan Futu's forehead. He used all his strength, but in the end the sword did not penetrate the old monk's body.
At this moment, a thick cloud like ink appeared above everyone's heads. Lightning flashed and thunder rioted inside, and a short and fat figure appeared there. His right sleeve was torn by the wind.