The long sword of the Prison Heart Sword was suspended in the air, emitting light. He took a deep look at the Prison Wuxin, and then turned to look at Qiongying and Qiongying, his murderous intent clearly revealed.
"Okay, today let the blood of these two human races come to celebrate us, the breakthrough kings."
Jing Wuxin cracked the corner of his mouth, and with one move with one hand, a spear exuding a powerful aura appeared in his hand. In an instant, the aura on his body suddenly surged, shaking the void, and rushed towards Qiongying and Qiongying with extremely fierce power.
"Brother Ying, don't worry about me. If you can, you go first."
Feeling the extremely powerful aura, Qingchuan looked solemn and said solemnly to Qiongying beside him.
He has not experienced the Imperial Path, so his realm has not changed at all. He is still at the peak of the fourth level of origin. Now facing the Prison Heart Sword and others who have broken through the king, he will only be a burden to the poor hero.
"Brother Qing, whatever you say, if you want to leave, let's go together."
In response, Qiongying just narrowed his pupils slightly, shook his head and stared solemnly at the powerful Hell Heart Sword duo.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Yan Wuque who was on the imperial road.
If Yan Wuque can break through, then they still have a chance. As for Feng Hao, they don't know what to do now, but since Feng Hao has not chosen, he will not be able to take the imperial path for a while, and there is no hope.
"Huh, I want to leave, but you asked me if I have the spear in my hand."
As if he knew what Qiongying and the others were thinking, Yu Wuxin snorted coldly, looked at each other with Yu Xinjian, and at the same time exploded his whole body's aura, attacking Qiong Ying and the others with incomparable power.
"Brother Qing, hold on."
With a low roar, Qiongying also burst out with breath, the mace in his hand shook the void, and with a low shout, he faced the Hell Heart Sword.
Qingchuan, on the other hand, was slightly stunned, a little confused, but then he thought of Yan Wuque, and he was determined, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
I saw him clasping his hands together, his eyes slightly closed, and then his gestures kept changing, completing tens of thousands of complicated hand seals in one moment. The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and two substantial rays of light shot out from his eyes. His original black pupils
, but now it is replaced by a piece of white.
"Thirty years of the emperor's path, only the emperor is the master, the emperor's soul comes out."
In the dark void, cold and biting, Qiongying and Yu Xinjian, who were fighting endlessly, suddenly trembled and suddenly turned their heads to look at Qingchuan. Yu Wuxin also changed his careless look. Seeing Qingchuan's sudden outburst, his expression changed.
shock.
Above the void and outside the Imperial Road, a giant shadow suddenly appeared. Its figure enveloped the void, and the endless imperial power pressed in. Even the surrounding space trembled.
"The soul clone of Emperor Qingyun."
Feeling its terrifying pressure, the three of them trembled in their hearts, separated, and stared blankly at the figure standing in the void.
A trace of complexity flashed in Qiongying's eyes, because even he had not received a soul clone from Emperor Qingyun, which shows Qingchuan's status in the emperor's heart, or that the emperor had something important entrusted to him.
The two men, Jing Wuxin, had solemn expressions on their faces and were no longer strolling around in the courtyard as before.
They have a deep understanding of the power of the emperor, because each of them has received a drop of the blood essence of the prison god and has used it.
And now this human race person also has the soul clone of the emperor. It seems that they are coming prepared, so they have to take it seriously, or they may even die here.
"what to do?"
The two men, Prison Heart Sword, moved closer and looked at the figure that exuded a terrifying aura with gloomy expressions.
Although they have the essence and blood of a prison god, Yu Wuxin is unwilling to use it because it is his strongest trump card. In this prison emperor gate, dangers are hidden everywhere. If you are not careful, you will fall. Without the trump card,
It's equivalent to one more risk.
But facing such a terrifying soul clone of the emperor, Jie Wuxin hesitated.
If you use it, you just have less trump cards, but if you don't use it, you may die here. The emperor's soul clone is not something they can resist.
"Ji Wuxin, what are you still hesitating about?"
Seeing Yu Wuxin's hesitation, Yu Xinjian became anxious, looked a little annoyed, and growled.
"Try it first. If it doesn't work, I'll use the prison god's natal essence and blood."
In the end, Jing Wuxin still didn't want to waste time here. He gritted his teeth, ignored the furious Jing Xin Sword, and held a spear to welcome the divine soul clone of the God King.
"Damn."
Seeing this, Prison Heart Sword cursed angrily, then glanced at Qingchuan who was controlling the Emperor Soul clone, and hurriedly shouted: "I want to kill that human race."
As he spoke, his figure kept flashing, and he rushed towards Qingchuan. He knew that Qingchuan was only a fourth-level origin state. Even if he had an emperor soul clone, it was not his power. How could he kill Qingchuan directly?
If killed, the Emperor Soul clone will naturally disappear.
The jailer in front of him was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, turned his gun, and rushed towards Qingchuan.
But at this moment, Qiu Ying also reacted and stopped Jing Wu Xin in an instant. The mace swept towards him with a surging momentum. If he was hit, even a king would be seriously injured.
Therefore, facing this blow, Jing Wuxin did not dare to be careless at all. He stopped his body, turned his spear into countless spear shadows, and pierced the mace.
At the same time, he shouted: "Prison Heart Sword, kill him quickly."
"boom……"
Countless loud noises echoed in the void, and the two of them exploded in an instant. The Prison Heart Sword looked solemn, and held a long sword across the battlefield of the two of them, turning into a sword light and stabbing Qingchuan, as if a meteorite fell from the sky, extremely sharp.
.
"Brother Qing, be careful."
Seeing this, Qiu Ying naturally knew what they were up to, and he roared and wanted to buy time for Qing Chuan, but Jiao Wuxin didn't give him the chance. He kept attacking with his spear like a dragon, making Qiu Ying unable to figure out what he was thinking.
As for the Prison Heart Sword, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he was about to pierce through this human race, as if he had already killed this human race.
"roll!"
But the next moment, he had a sneer on his face, and an endless fear surged into his heart.
I saw Qingchuan's motionless figure, suddenly showing a smile, and immediately pressing his palms, the huge Emperor Soul clone came with boundless pressure, and a huge palm seemed to be able to crush the heavens.
, the aura of destruction shook the entire void.
"How is that possible?"
If you want to activate such a powerful clone of the Emperor's Soul, first of all, you must have sufficient original power, and secondly, you need preparation time. Although they have said a lot now, it only takes three breaths. How can this Qingchuan do it?
Will mobilize the power of the Emperor Soul clone so quickly.
For a moment, the Prison Heart Sword, as a fifth-level origin king, felt a sense of fear, his eyes glared, and his body was suppressed by this terrifying pressure and was unable to move.
"Ah...he has no intention of saving me."
With a fierce roar, the huge palm holding up the sky came down, and everything it passed was turned into nothingness. The genius of the Hell clan, the Hell Heart Sword, was directly crushed and turned into a ball of blood mist, which was immediately swallowed up by the space.
"hiss……"
Jiao Wuxin and Qiong Ying, who were fighting, both gasped and looked horrified when they saw this scene.
The clone of the Emperor's Soul was so terrifying that it directly killed the Hell's Heart Sword at the fifth level of origin.
Following this blow, Qingchuan seemed to have been drained of all his strength and was unable to stand steadily. The Emperor Soul clone gradually dimmed and finally dissipated into the void.
To be honest, it's not worth it to exchange an Emperor Soul clone for the life of a genius from the Prison Clan, but it has to be used.