Chapter 813 The ancient magic sword is now in the world!
Di Haotian, what kind of existence is that?
The godless son of the Tianshen Sword Sect!
Young Master Haotian, one of the top ten young masters!
The supreme tenth-grade genius who possesses three great talents and magical powers!
The elite sequence of the Sword Sect!
There are even rumors that he has the blood of one of the hundreds of tribes in the world!
Every identity can scare a bunch of people to death if revealed.
But now, under everyone's gaze, they witnessed it with their own eyes.
This supreme genius, Haotian Long, who is famous throughout the Southern Sky Territory, was severely damaged by a low-level dynasty's genius who is the key to life and death!
Who would believe this!
"Oh my god, what kind of existence is Ye Guchen?"
"Against the heavens, absolutely against the heavens, the Profound Passage of Life and Death severely damaged Emperor Haotian!"
"The Southern Sky Territory will definitely turn upside down, and all the geniuses will go crazy. Di Haotian, who they look up to at the top of the mountain, was hit hard by a little-known Ye Guchen!"
All the warriors went crazy and wanted to immediately publicize what they saw today.
This is extremely exciting news, and no one would believe it.
But in fact, even the millions of warriors who witnessed it felt a bit unreal.
This is so fake, like a dream.
"I'm... hurt?"
Di Haotian wiped the corners of his lips with his hand, looking at the blood glowing with golden light, as if he didn't believe it.
How long has it been since he was injured?
I have forgotten what pain feels like.
But now, there was a heartbreaking pain in that empty chest.
Di Haotian still hasn't come back to his senses.
Looking at the Southern Territory, there are very few peers who can compete with him.
Most of the geniuses fighting him could not even break through his body-protecting Dragon King's aura.
So Di Haotian hasn't felt hurt for a long time.
Not to mention it was so severely damaged right now.
"Ye Guchen...you hurt me?"
Di Haotian finally came to his senses. His usually indifferent expression was suddenly filled with murderous intent that changed the color of heaven and earth.
who is he?
Destined to return, Haotian Dragon!
To hurt him is to violate God's will and act against heaven!
"After all...can't we kill it?"
Ye Guchen's broken body stood on the ground, with a sad and cold smile on his lips.
He still couldn't save Su Jianshi.
Di Haotian is too strong. Even if he sacrifices his life now, he can still only severely damage Di Haotian but cannot kill him.
Di Haotian has too many trump cards.
In fact, if Di Haotian was not too conceited and prepared, although Ye Guchen's move could hurt him, it would never be so serious.
After all, it was Di Haotian who regarded Ye Guchen as an ant and despised him, which was why he suffered such a heavy blow.
"Haotian, are you okay?" Dongliu Sword Master's eyes shook as he looked at Di Haotian.
Di Haotian is the core genius of Tianshen Sword Sect, and if nothing unexpected happens in the future, he will become the next leader of Tianshen Sword Sect.
If something happens to Di Haotian, it will be an absolutely irreparable loss.
"No problem..." Di Haotian's eyes were cold.
There were many warriors around, making endless noises.
Today, the news that Ye Guchen borrowed a sword from the sky and seriously injured Emperor Haotian will inevitably spread throughout the Southern Sky Territory.
Because throughout the ages, there have been too few people who can make the Emperor's Sword shake.
"This Ye Guchen is surprising..." Even Yi Cangyue, who has a cold and frosty personality, couldn't help but have a strange light in her eyes.
Looking at the younger generation in the Southern Sky Territory, no one has been able to inflict such heavy losses on Di Haotian.
Ye Guchen is the only one.
"What else can we talk about when we are dead?" Gu Shaoyang's eyes twitched when he saw Yi Cangyue's expression.
"What a pity..." Yi Cangyue shook her head slightly.
If you take the Nine Deaths without Regrets Pill, you will definitely die, and no one will survive.
All the other viewers, while being shocked, also thought of this, shook their heads slightly and sighed.
If Ye Guchen does not die, he may not be able to compete with Emperor Haotian in the future.
"Is it really... over?" Princess Feng Xi was disappointed and felt a sense of loss.
"Hey, God is jealous of talents!" Jian Jiu sighed.
Although Ye Guchen was bound to die, this last move, borrowing a sword from the sky, was enough to leave his name in history and spread throughout the Southern Sky.
"Ye Guchen..." Yan Wushuang covered her face with her jade hands and cried silently.
The rest of Ji Ling, Chu Qingchi, Ye Xie and other Jian Sect Talin disciples also had red eyes.
The eldest brother in their hearts, the majestic swordsman of the generation, has finally passed away!
"Cough...cough..."
Ye Guchen couldn't hold on any longer and fell to one knee on the ground, feeling a life-devouring force spreading out of his body.
That is the power of the Nine Deaths without Regrets Pill.
This life-devouring power spread within Ye Guchen's body.
It will swallow up all his true energy, flesh and blood, blood, and even soul power.
This is the price Ye Guchen needs to pay for his peak cultivation level, his life!
This force that devours life cannot be stopped, and no pill or holy medicine can fill it up.
This power will not stop until Ye Guchen's life is completely swallowed up.
This is the reason why you will die after taking the Nine Deaths without Regrets Pill.
"Then Ye Guchen seems to be unable to hold on any longer."
"After all, taking the Nine Deaths without Regrets Pill has reached its limit!"
Seeing Ye Guchen who was exhausted and coughing up blood, all the warriors were filled with emotion.
"Although you are bound to die, offending me is like offending God..."
"I'll give you... heavenly punishment!"
Di Haotian raised his hand again, and the Emperor's Sword let out a shaking roar, as if he felt the anger of its master.
Although Di Haotian's current condition is not good, he still has the ability to draw a sword.
Ye Guchen no longer had the slightest strength to resist. Even if Di Haotian didn't take action, Ye Guchen would die.
"Die..."
Just when Di Haotian was about to strike down with his sword.
The flesh-and-blood demon fetus that had been floating in the sky suddenly began to tremble violently.
Perhaps it was because Ye Guchen had activated the power of the Emperor's Sword.
The demon egg located in the center of the demon fetus, after undergoing transformation, was stimulated by the power of the Emperor's Sword, and finally reacted.
Rolling demonic energy burst out from the demon egg.
Everyone's eyes turned to the magic egg.
The attention of Dongliu Sword Master, Elder Xinggu and other pseudo-sages also immediately shifted to the magic egg.
The purpose of their coming here is to explore the existence of the famous ancient sword.
Ye Guchen is just an ant that jumped out halfway, and he will definitely die now, so these big shots no longer pay attention to Ye Guchen.
Di Haotian's sword-drawing hand also paused slightly.
Because he felt a sense of fear coming from the Emperor's Sword.
"Then...what is it?" The silver pupils in Di Haotian's eyes seemed to want to see through the reality of the demon egg.
But suddenly, the demon egg burst out with astonishing demonic energy.
An arrogant roar shook the world.
"A demon from all eternity, who defies the will of heaven, incarnates calamity, and kills all living beings with blood!"
"Who is it?" Everyone, including the false saints and even saints like Wen Dongliu, were shocked by this arrogant tone.
They felt an extremely terrifying soul pressure erupting from the demon egg.
In the midst of a vibrating roar like thunder on the ground.
The demon egg shattered in response.
The demonic energy surged out, surging into the sky and the earth.
A dark magic sword appeared out of the sky!
The dark sword light swept across, swallowing up everything in the world!
The demonic energy billowed and surged, sweeping away the dust and rising into the sky, making the light cast by the Emperor's Sword dim a lot, as if it was covered with a layer of dust.