Zhang Ruochen's eyes were sharp and he tried his best to use his sword.
Brilliant sword light and fire light burst out, and the energy of destruction filled the air, seeming to destroy everything.
If it weren't for the sword tomb, tens of thousands of miles around would have sunk due to this collision.
A battle at the level of a great sage can easily cause the stars to fall.
For any great world, a battle between great saints would be a catastrophe.
Countless purgatory fires splashed and fell from the sky, turning into hot fire rain and melting everything.
"how's it going?"
Xiang Chunan and others all turned their attention to Zhang Ruochen, wanting to know the specific situation.
Zhang Ruochen remained motionless, holding the monstrous sword and looking at the Son of Blood Butcher God. One of his sleeves was missing and was burned to ashes by the fire of purgatory.
On the other side, the Blood-Slaughter God Son's face was ashen, and a strand of hair fell down, but it was cut off by the sword energy.
On the surface, he had some advantages, but he was not satisfied at all. The ant-like existence in his eyes could cut off his hair. If he got closer, would he be able to hurt him?
"Bang."
The violent purgatory fire emerged from the body of the Blood-Slaughter God Son and filled the sky.
The strand of hair that was cut off burned and turned into ashes instantly.
The Infinite Purgatory Tower shook violently, and countless mysterious inscriptions emerged, shining brightly, with a hint of divine power filling the air, as if the space was completely solidified.
If it were outside the territory, I'm afraid some stars would have been shaken down.
"hiss."
Everyone who was in the Sword Tomb could not help but shudder at this moment and felt that their scalp was numb.
There was obviously no wind, but everyone felt a breeze blowing by, carrying a strong smell of blood, as if a purgatory was about to descend on the world.
According to legend, the Infinite Purgatory Tower is a world of purgatory, where even gods may be suppressed and refined.
In fact, it did suppress a god once, so there is still a faint trace of divine power left.
Each of the supreme holy weapons that can kill gods possesses incredible power. It is difficult to find even a few of them in many big worlds.
Zhang Ruochen looked solemn and tried his best to borrow power from the sixteen patriarchs while mobilizing the laws of truth.
Although the sword tomb will suppress the way of truth, it can still play a certain role. Even if it is worth twice the power, the significance is huge.
This attack by the Blood-Slaughter God Son is no small matter, he must go all out, otherwise, he will definitely suffer a big loss.
"True Thunder and Fire Sword Technique" is used, and the world is filled with thunder and fire.
This swordsmanship is particularly suitable for Zhang Ruochen. First of all, Zhang Ruochen cultivates spiritual power and is best at thunder spells. Secondly, Zhang Ruochen masters the pure extinguishing divine fire and has reached the level of Chen Yan.
Coupled with his amazing talent in swordsmanship, practicing the "True Thunder and Fire Sword Technique" is very easy, and he has already fully understood its essence.
Fortunately, the Purifying Divine Fire he mastered was extremely strong, and he was extremely immune to the fire of purgatory. Otherwise, the situation would have been even more unfavorable in the battle with the Son of Blood-Slaying God.
"boom."
The collision of two extremely powerful forces caused the entire sword tomb to shake violently.
Rub rub rub, Zhang Ruochen stepped back several miles, neutralizing all the force of the impact.
The flames of the Infernal Purgatory Tower splashed, part of the inscriptions dimmed, and the power it exuded was obviously weakened.
The face of the Blood-Slaughter God Son became even more ugly. He thought he could easily deal with Zhang Ruochen, but now the situation was somewhat beyond his expectation.
"I want to see how many rounds you can last in my hands with the power of those Yin spirits?" The Blood-Slaughter God Son snorted coldly and launched another attack.
No matter how strong the external force is, it cannot last forever. As long as he continues to attack, Zhang Ruochen will soon be defeated.
"You are very strong, but it is impossible to defeat me in the Sword Tomb."
Zhang Ruochen held the Taotian Sword horizontally and flicked the dust off his body. Then, a sword domain composed of thousands of swords appeared automatically.
In the distance, dense blood mist poured into the sword tomb, and figures of undead vampires with powerful auras emerged.
The Nine-Eyed King held his hands in front of his chest and snorted coldly: "It's useless to say that we are useless. He will not be able to win for a long time when he encounters a difficult opponent like Zhang Ruochen."
Xia Wenxin, with long hair fluttering, looked at the battlefield in the distance with a smile on her face and said: "Whether it's the bloody massacre or Zhang Ruochen, who has been incarnated by the ghosts of sixteen sword masters, they all have the power to challenge the great sage. This battle
, it’s better that we don’t get involved.”
The Great Sage's blow is not so easy to withstand.
At this time, breaking into the battle circle between the two of them is no different from being attacked by two great saints at the same time. It will only lead to a dead end.
Wangqiu Shenzi, who was as tall as an iron tower, said: "If Zhang Ruochen can be distracted, maybe the Blood Massacre can win faster."
Xia Wenxin glanced at Bao Lie, Ji Fanxin and others, and said: "In that case, you guys pick an opponent!"
"I'll go first."
The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King has been holding back his anger and has long wanted to fight to the bitter end.
The flesh wings on the back spread out like two huge blood clouds. The body flew into the air, the palm of the right hand stretched forward, and a beam of light with a diameter of three feet flew out of the eye in the palm.
The light beam has not yet arrived, and the mighty wind has already surged in, causing Bao Lie, Ji Fanxin and others to fly sand and rocks in front of them.
"Roar."
Bao Lie let out a low roar and punched a fist seal with all his strength.
The fist seal turned into a nebula leopard, extremely huge and lifelike, scattering large swaths of starlight wherever it passed.
"Boom."
The two collided with each other, and the powerful force shook the world.
The nearby volcanoes collapsed, and magma gushes out from the ground, turning hundreds of miles around into red.
The next moment, the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King reached the sky above Bao Lie, laughed loudly, and another beam of light flew out of his eyes.
Ji Fanxin took out a crystal clear purple petal, held it in the palm of his hand, and said: "How dare you come here, you are too conceited, Nine-Eyed Heavenly King."
"Wow——"
The purple petals flew out, split into two, two into four, four into eight... Finally, they turned into a rain of flowers all over the sky.
This is not an ordinary flower rain, but a mental attack.
Being hit by any petal will cause trauma to the spirit and holy soul.
However, before the flower rain fell on the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King, it was attracted by the power of a breath, turned into a torrent, and flew over.
Xia Wenxin, who had fluttering blood hair and was handsome and prosperous, used a roll of bamboo slips to collect all the petals.
"The famous Baihua Fairy is indeed so beautiful." Xia Wenxin stared at Givenchy with an appreciative look on her face.
"Be careful, even the Underworld Immortal suffered in her hands. Roses have thorns, so be careful and hurt your hand." The Nine-Eyed King spoke while fighting Bao Lie.
The next moment, Xia Wenxin and Ji Fanxin took action almost at the same time. Their speed was extremely fast and they disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.
Led by Wangqiu Shenzi, several other emperor's sons, emperor's daughters, and the army of immortal vampires besieged Xiang Chunan and others.
"Wow."
The wonderful little Taoist punched out seven divine planets and arranged them in seven different directions. A large number of formation inscriptions appeared on the surface of the planets, forming a ninth-level formation.
With the help of the ninth-grade formation and the assistance of Xiang Chunan, Da Sikong, Er Sikong and others, they were able to barely hold off Wangqiu Shenzi and others.
Now, Shi Qiankun was the only one not participating in the battle. He looked far into the distance and saw a group of undead vampires rushing towards Leng Shankun.
"No, Leng Huoshan is the place where Zhang Ruochen condensed his Taoist body for the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword. We must not let the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword fall into the hands of the undead vampires."
Shi Qiankun took out a talisman and put it on his chest. Then his whole body was enveloped in white light and he flew out quickly.
After catching up with the Immortal Vampires, Shi Qiankun played out blood-suppressing talismans one by one and a large number of mountain-linking talismans, killing more than 700 Holy Realm monks of the Immortal Vampires and suppressing them under the stone mountains.
Standing on the top of Lenghuoshan Mountain, Shi Qiankun wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
"There is actually a talisman in the world that can restrain the undead vampires. Can you let me have a look?" A strange voice sounded.
Hearing this voice, Shi Qiankun's expression suddenly changed.
A wisp of black mist appeared out of thin air, condensing the figure of the Underworld Immortal.
A moment ago, I was still at the foot of the mountain.
The next moment, I was already standing on the mountainside.
Shi Qiankun knew that he was no match for the Underworld Immortal, so he turned around and jumped into the mountainside of Leng Huoshan.
"Hey, it seems that in addition to "Star Map", there are also unexpected gains this time."
Mingxian pursues Shi Qiankun just for the "Picture of Stars".
"Huh? This cold volcano seems a little weird."
Ming Xian lightly stamped his foot, a roar sounded, and a large number of cracks appeared in the huge mountain, and then collapsed and opened, revealing everything inside.
In the heart of the mountain, Shen Yuan's ancient sword is suspended below the sundial. A young man in black is sitting cross-legged on the sword. He looks exactly like Zhang Ruochen and is trying his best to condense the Tao body.
His body sometimes becomes solid and sometimes becomes illusory.
It took many years to condense the sword spirit of Shen Yuan's ancient sword into a Taoist body. At the critical moment, it is about to be completed.
Shi Qiankun stood on the other side of the sundial, looking at the Mingxian descending from the sky, letting out a long sigh, with a look of despair in his eyes.
The enemy is too powerful and any resistance is in vain.
Ming Xian stood upright, with his hands behind his back, looking at the sundial sitting on the ground, listening to the sound of water flowing in the sundial, and showing an extremely interested expression.
"Time flows like a shuttle, the sound flows into the stream, what a treasure of time."
Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on Shen Yuan's ancient sword, and his eyes lit up again: "Hey, it's actually a sword made of the divine iron of creation. The spirit of the weapon is condensing the Tao body. Even if you can't find it,
"Star Map", getting these two treasures can be regarded as a worthwhile trip. Wonderful, wonderful."
Shen Yuan Sword Spirit raised his head, with a worried look in his eyes, and said, "The Immortal Vampire Tribe attacked the Sword Tomb, and the Nether Tribe also participated. Has the Sword Tomb been breached?"
Mingxian looked at the Shen Yuan Sword Spirit and said: "This Son of God is helping the immortal vampires for what they need. It is only a matter of time that the Sword Tomb is breached. This is a general trend and no one can stop it."
"With Zhang Ruochen here, it might not be that easy for you to break through the sword tomb." The sword spirit said calmly.
Ming Xian folded his hands and sneered: "Because your master is too weak, you have become a frog in the well. Zhang Ruochen's opponent is Xue Tu. Even if he is in the Sword Tomb, he will definitely lose if he takes advantage of the right time and place."
"What's the point of following a dying man when a good bird chooses a tree to roost in? You might as well follow this Son of God. With my Son of God's strength and the resources he can mobilize, you will be able to grow into a peerless sword in the future."
Sword Spirit laughed and said: "The dying person...well...that's right."
The sword spirit of Shen Yuan's ancient sword was too calm and smiled abnormally, which gave Ming Xian an ominous premonition.
"What are you laughing at? Just with your sword spirit, which is a sacred weapon with seven radiances and ten thousand patterns, believe it or not, this son of God can kill you now, and at worst, he will raise a new sword spirit in the future." Ming Xian's eyes became cold and cold.
A few points.
Suddenly, Ming Xian's vest became cold and the hairs on his skin stood upside down. An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped him, making him unable to move.
"Da da."
Footsteps sounded.
"who?"
Ming Xian was shocked and even looked around.
It was a terrible thing that someone could come near him without him noticing.
A very beautiful woman in red walked out of the dark shadows. She was tall, with black and soft hair, a slender neck, a slender waist, cold eyes, bright red lips, and a face that was very similar to Chi Yao.
Not only are their looks similar, but their temperaments are also very similar.
Any living being standing in front of her would be unable to help but feel a sense of oppression, wanting to kneel down, surrender, or prostrate themselves.
"Queen Chi Yao."
Shi Qiankun couldn't bear the pressure and knelt directly on the ground.
"Queen Chi Yao...how is this possible?"
Ming Xian held his breath and widened his eyes, unable to believe that this woman was really the god from the Kunlun realm.
"No, you are a sword spirit."
Ming Xian was not an ordinary monk, and he quickly discovered the true identity of the woman in red.
"That's right, it's the Sword Spirit, named Drop of Blood."
The woman in red was holding a blood-red sword, took another step forward, and suddenly surged towards Mingxian with overwhelming murderous intent.
Perhaps the blood-dropping sword swallowed too much blood from living beings, and the murderous aura on his body actually condensed into substance, turning into a battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood before the eyes of the Underworld Immortal.
The woman in red didn't take any action at all. Her murderous intent had already condensed into thousands of swords and flew towards the Underworld Immortal.
The powerful holy soul of the Underworld Immortal seems to be torn to pieces by the murderous aura.
"Styx Formation Diagram."
Mingxian suppressed the fear in his heart, gritted his teeth, and punched out a formation diagram, evolving into a Styx world in an attempt to block the woman in red.
The Styx Formation is the greatest trump card of the Underworld Immortal. Even the attacks of the Immortal Realm Monkey King can withstand three attacks.
but……
"puff."
The sword in the hand of the woman in red turned into a stream of blood light, as fast as lightning, instantly penetrated the "Styx Formation" and landed on the heart of the Underworld Immortal.
"boom."
Mingxian was hit by a bloody sword and flew out. He was nailed to a rock with blood gushing out.
"how come……"
Ming Xian's eyes widened and he couldn't believe this reality.
Under the Great Sage, someone could actually defeat him with one sword.
The next moment, all the holy blood in Ming Xian's body was absorbed by the Blood Drop Sword and turned into a mummy.
The woman in red didn't take another look at Ming Xian. All her eyes fell on the sword spirit of Shen Yuan's ancient sword. The cold light in her beautiful eyes disappeared and was replaced by deep tenderness.
Bloody Shen Yuan is originally a pair of sword lovers.
The master is ruthless, but the sword is sentimental.