The void was frozen, and time stopped under this sword.
The millions of monks in Kunlun were like a still scene under this sword.
It wasn't until the sword light penetrated the Kunlun Heavenly Palace that time seemed to move again.
All the monks slowly opened their eyes and looked at their bodies and surroundings. A huge question came to their minds, is this over?
That sword was so terrifying.
But it seems like nothing happened?
Suddenly, a monk felt countless needle-like sharp pains coming from his body. He roared in pain, and the next moment, countless tiny sword energy erupted from the 36,000 pores in his body.
Bang!
The monk exploded into a ball of blood mist.
Starting from the monk closest to Long Xiaoshan, like dominoes, countless monks began to roar, and then, sword energy burst out from their bodies and exploded into blood mist.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
In the sky above Kunlun, there were endless and dense explosions, and the bloody mist from the explosion dyed the sky of Kunlun red. It was an extremely cruel but poignant scene.
The blood mist condenses into a blood cloud, and the blood cloud drops and rains blood, clatter!
Bloody rain is no longer an adjective, but a real scene.
Many years later, there was a grey-haired and extremely old monk from Dongshengyu. When he recalled that day, many details were blurred. He only remembered that there was a blood rain that had never happened in ten thousand years in Kunwu Mountain that day. The rain was so heavy! Good!
red!
The explosion finally stopped.
A quarter of the million monks disappeared.
What the sword energy penetrated was a long river of blood.
Although the remaining monks were luckily not taken away by the sword because they were scattered, all they saw was dazzling red.
The rain of blood dyed their clothes and hair red, blurring their vision. They stretched out their hands, and the crackling rain of blood splashed and slipped on their palms.
This is not rain, but their seniors, senior brothers, junior brothers, senior sisters, junior sisters...
A sword!
Just one sword!
Dead!
All dead!
ah--
Some monks with weak wills simply couldn't bear this scene, and their psychology collapsed directly. They howled madly, their wills were confused, they went crazy, and fell from the sky.
The monks who did not collapse were also trembling.
They didn't even dare to raise their eyes to see the figure in the sky.
This sword did not take away their lives, but it took away their self-confidence and dignity, leaving only fear, helplessness and indelible trauma in their souls.
Yes.
This is the Heart-Refining Sword.
Back at the bottom of the sea, when Long Xiaoshan was fighting against Jian Cang, he tried his best to defeat the strongest half-step demon king in the Jian clan with one sword.
Now, this heart-refining sword is even more perfect.
Even if the sword infant does not come out, it is almost as good as the Tianjun sword. Moreover, the most terrifying thing about this sword is not only the edge that destroys the body, but also the terrifying sword intention that destroys the will, so it is called the sword of refining the heart.
Only those who can master love can master swordsmanship!
"Cihang Sword Code" The sword's heart is clear and perfect!
A quarter of the millions of Kunlun monks were killed with one sword, and the remaining three-quarters had their wills directly destroyed by the Lianxin sword. It can be said that they will never be able to get out of the shadow of this sword for the rest of their lives, let alone
Continue to practice.
This is the difference between top powers and ordinary monks.
Never judge by numbers.
Of course, it doesn't mean that all of them have lost their fighting power. Although the dozens of top true immortals have been injured, they have not yet lost their fighting power, but how dare they go forward again.
Long Xiaoshan didn't deliberately target them just now.
He just fired a sword at millions of monks.
If they go up now, it will be like lighting a lamp in the toilet, and Long Xiaoshan can wipe them out with one sword.
Although Long Xiaoshan didn't specifically target anyone with his sword, there was one exception, which was the demon bird controlled by Kun Yuanzi. Long Xiaoshan's sword was deliberately deflected in that direction, so even though the demon bird was hiding at the back
, and cannot escape execution.
Bang!
The moment the demon bird explodes.
Inside the Butian Cauldron, Kun Yuanzi's body swayed, and his face instantly turned pale.
Wuchenzi, who was standing next to him, noticed this sensitively and asked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
The fear deep in Kun Yuanzi's eyes flashed past, and he shook his head: "It's nothing, just a little weak."
He didn't dare to tell the truth.
If Wuchenzi and others knew that Long Xiaoshan had defeated millions of monks in Kunlun with one sword, their will might be shaken. Now that they are trapped in the cauldron, it would be extremely dangerous if they lose their will.
But facing that sword, Kun Yuanzi's clone was destroyed, but his soul had actually been injured.
He didn't expect that he had been forced to this extent. Long Xiaoshan still had a trump card, that ultimate sword, which shook his will, and he even vaguely felt the aura of doomsday.
He didn't dare to think about it any more.
The clone was destroyed, and now he has become blind and deaf, and can no longer sense any situation outside.
"Senior Kun Yuanzi, what's going on outside? Is Longxiao Mountain going to fall?" the master of Zhentianhai Pavilion said solemnly.
Kun Yuanzi's eyes narrowed and he growled: "Hurry up, hurry up, hold on a little longer, don't spare any effort from anyone, Long Xiaoshan can't hold on much longer, he's almost running out of gas, he must rush out!"
A trace of suspicion flashed in Wuchenzi's eyes. He always felt that something was different about his master.
But at this time, he didn't have time to ask.
After listening to Kun Yuanzi's words, the giants bombarded the giant cauldron even harder, but their faces were ferocious and painful, and they kept swallowing the pills in their mouths. You must know that the temperature inside the Tianbu Cauldron is
It's so terrifying that even Tianbao can melt.
Although they have been able to sustain themselves until now with the help of powerful magic weapons and advanced cultivation, the consumption every moment is extremely huge.
At the same time, they also have to support the attack of the Supreme Heavenly Treasure.
For them, the supreme heavenly treasure itself is an overloaded magic weapon.
They are all used as a last resort.
Their previous battle with Long Xiaoshan had already consumed a lot of money, and they had been furiously attacking in the Butian Cauldron for a long time. Even the giants were exhausted and could only rely on their will and elixirs to support them.
At this moment, Long Xiaoshan felt the violent vibrations of the Butian Cauldron, and his eyes became more indifferent and cold.
One sword shocked millions of Kunlun monks.
Now, he can go all out to refine these nine people.
He took out a red ancient heavenly elixir and swallowed it directly. This was an ancient heavenly elixir obtained from the ruins of Qianmian Temple. Its medicinal power was extremely terrifying. Even Long Xiaoshan had to use it with caution.
But at this moment, he no longer hesitated.
The terrifying power of the medicine penetrated Long Xiaoshan's limbs and bones. His whole body was swollen by the impact of the medicine, and his flesh and blood almost burned. All his seven orifices erupted with red light. Long Xiaoshan jumped directly into the air, and his palms fiercely
Slap it on the Butian Cauldron.
More powerful mana than before poured into the Tianbu Cauldron.
boom!
The mysterious Dao diagrams on the Butian Cauldron shone with dazzling light, and the flames ejected from the nine fire orifices suddenly became several times thicker. Purple-red flames penetrated the world inside the cauldron, and even condensed a
The dazzling sun and the flames erupted.
Crackling!
The magic weapons on the nine giants in the cauldron were ignited like dry firewood. They roared in pain, and their hair and clothes were on fire.
They yelled at Kun Yuanzi: "What's going on? Why is it so hot? What happened?"
"Didn't you say that Long Xiaoshan is about to run out of gas?"
Kun Yuanzi was also burned by the high temperature and was in great pain. He was questioned by the giants at this time, but he couldn't answer at all because his clone had been destroyed long ago and he didn't know anything now.
Kun Yuanzi roared: "Hold on, he is coming back to his old self and wants to die with us. He is almost finished, almost finished!"
Although the giants had already become suspicious, they had all reached this moment, and if they didn't fight, they would die, so they went crazy, stuffing a lot of pills into their mouths, burning their essence and blood, and making a last-ditch effort.
It's just that they underestimated the power of the Heaven-Building Cauldron and the power of the Ancient Heavenly Pill.
No matter how hard the giants bombard the Butian Cauldron.
Long Xiaoshan remained calm as he applied various elixirs to the Heaven-Building Cauldron.
finally!
Someone can't bear it anymore!
The terrifying power of flames tore apart the last magic weapon protection on Wu Jian's body. Although the Tianhun Sword was powerful, it was just a weapon and could not protect him at all. And the black soul technique he practiced was itself destroyed by the flames.
He was restrained by force, so he was the first to be breached.
When the power of fire penetrated his body.
Wu Jian let out an earth-shattering howl.
"Why, why me!"
He only screamed and then stopped abruptly. Because without the protection of Tianbao, Wu Jian's body was extremely fragile under the terrifying flames and was melted in an instant.
The soul is destroyed.
When the remaining eight giants saw this scene, their faces were livid, and there was unconcealable fear in their eyes.
Since the beginning of the war, this is the first giant to fall.
Right under their noses.
And this is probably just the beginning.
Because Wu Jian's strength is not much weaker than theirs, now that Wu Jian is dead, how long can they hold on.
Suddenly Lin Hongyin let out a scream, filled with unspeakable terror.
"Hongyin, what's wrong?" Xiang Long rushed to his side.
Lin Hongyin pointed with trembling fingers at the place where Wu Jian turned to ashes.
When everyone looked at him, their faces were extremely pale.
I saw a group of crystal clear black liquid there, sinking and floating.
Although Wu Jian died, the flames extracted all his blood essence and mana and smelted it into a pool of rich essence.
Butian Cauldron, it is not an ordinary cauldron.
It is the Danding, specializing in refining medicine.
Fighting is just ancillary.
After reaching the halfway stage of cultivation, Tianjun has swallowed countless spiritual elixirs, precious medicines, and the essence of heaven and earth. His body and golden elixirs contain unimaginable essence. Even a drop of blood, if swallowed by ordinary people, can lead to immortality.
load.
If we talk about medicinal materials, what precious medicine can compare with the essence of the Half-Step Heavenly King.
How could the Big Eight not be afraid when they saw this scene?
Death is not the most terrible thing.
What's even more terrifying is that after death, someone has to refine it into elixirs.
