Chapter eight hundred and fifteen punishment of heaven
"What, the Seventh Star Lord!"
"The Seventh Star Lord is here too, and he is a saint from Xingyu Sword Pavilion!"
Those warriors who fled hurriedly to a distance all looked at the Demon Sword Emperor Jitian with lingering fear.
Killing more than 300,000 warriors casually, what a terrifying strength this is!
However, with the arrival of the Seventh Star Lord, these warriors felt a little calmer.
The Seventh Star Lord is also the famous Heavenly Tribulation Saint of Xingyu Jiange.
But it's more than that.
On the other side of the sky, a projection appeared again, wrapped in endless divine light.
"Haha... it really is an ancient magic sword..."
Hearing this voice, Dongfang Aoyang, the head of the branch of the Dongfang family, suddenly hardened his face, and then said: "It's you, Dongfang Haoyu!"
"What... Dongfang Haoyu, the Heavenly Tribulation Saint of the main lineage of the Dongfang Family!"
"Another projection of a saint is coming, my God!"
Everyone was shocked by it.
In addition, Wen Dongliu, who was from the Tianshen Sword Sect before.
The three major overlord-level forces all have projections of saints appearing.
"It's just a projection, how can I handle it?"
There was no trace of fear in Demon Sword Emperor Jitian's black hole-like eyes.
The Heavenly Tribulation Saint who is aloof to others is nothing more than that in the eyes of Ji Tian.
If he were in his prime, he would not take the Seventh Star Lord, Dongfang Haoyu and others into his eyes at all.
"Jitian, you have been sealed for so long, and your physical body has been annihilated. How dare you be so ferocious with your soul body alone." Dongfang Haoyu spoke coldly.
"Everyone, I think now is not the time for internal strife. How about killing this Ji Tian first and then discussing the ownership of the God-Eating Sword?" the Lord of the Seventh Star said.
"Okay." Dongfang Haoyu and Dongliu Sword Master both nodded.
As saints, their character has long passed the time of acting on impulse. The most important thing at the moment is to completely kill Ji Tian.
Only in this way can you get the God-Eating Sword.
"kill!"
The projections of the three saints shot out at the same time, their power shook the heavens and the earth, and they destroyed the clouds with every movement of their hands and feet.
"It's just three juniors. Even if they are just Yuanshen bodies, I can kill you with just one hand!"
Ji Tian looked up to the sky and roared, fighting with the projections of the three saints.
And the Demon Sword Devouring God continues to condense the flesh and blood Demon Fetus.
The flesh-and-blood demon fetus shrunk further and further, and finally condensed into a ball of human-shaped flesh and blood, from which an extremely powerful wave was faintly transmitted.
"Suppress this Ji Tian as soon as possible, and don't let him reshape his body!" The Seventh Star Lord said loudly.
"Heng Yang Palm!" Dongfang Haoyu pressed down with a palm, like a sun exploding.
"Dongliu Sword Technique, the sword kills the nine heavens!" Wen Dongliu's sword light burst out, sweeping across the nine heavens.
"The stars are changing, the sky is slashing!" As the seventh star master raised his hand, the sword of thousands of feet of stars gathered and slashed at Ji Tian.
The projections of the three saints are no longer reserved, and their trump card strength is completely exploded.
"Haha, come on, who have I been afraid of before?"
"The Thirteen Demonic Swords kill all living beings!"
Ji Tian also used his ultimate move, the void was destroyed, and the devil's sword energy swept across the world.
The violent collision exploded in the sky, causing all the surrounding warriors to feel frightened.
But what surprised everyone was.
Even if the projections of the three great saints join forces, they are unable to suppress Ji Tian.
Although these three saints are just projections, Ji Tian is just a soul body.
His current strength may be less than one-tenth of what he was at his peak.
But even if it is less than one-tenth of this strength, it is still enough to compete with the projections of the three saints.
What a terrifying strength this is.
After another half-quarter of an hour, the Demon Sword Devouring God finally completely condensed the flesh-and-blood Demon Fetus into a physical body.
This body is well-proportioned and slender, and contains unparalleled terrifying power.
After all, the God-Eating Sword has absorbed endless flesh and blood essence for countless years to form a body of pure demon.
"Haha, the physical body has finally been condensed. I will reappear in the world and bring blood disaster to all living beings!"
When Ji Tian saw this, he looked up to the sky and smiled, and was about to escape into the body of the pure demon.
At the same time, in a certain mortal city of the Shengyuan Dynasty.
A middle-aged man wearing coarse clothes was walking among the crowd with his hands behind his back.
His face is extremely ordinary, the kind that cannot be found in a crowd.
But what was shocking was that no one around him seemed to be able to see him.
This ordinary middle-aged man was clearly walking in the middle of the crowd, but no one around him noticed his presence.
This man with an extremely ordinary face was looking in the direction of the wild plain, with a faint light shining in his eyes.
If the little fat man were here, he would definitely scream in horror.
Because this middle-aged man is his master, Xing Tianyi.
"The time is almost here, my disciple, your destiny has come."
"This world has become rotten, and disasters are coming again. We need to change the world and give it a new look."
The middle-aged man Xing Tianyi slowly rose into the sky, but no one around him noticed him.
High in the sky, Xing Tianyi raised one hand and made a seal with his hand.
"Demon Sword Emperor Jitian, do you think that the Sword Sect's lineage really doesn't have any means left to target you?" Xing Tianyi murmured to himself.
The moment he made the seal with his hand.
On the wild plain, the little fat man's face suddenly turned cold.
When the Demonic Sword Devouring God was born just now, the little fat man had been standing blankly, as if he had lost his soul.
At this moment, endless pitch-black sword energy suddenly surged out from his body, and a terrifying sword intent that wanted to devour Bahuang spread out from his body.
This sudden scene shocked everyone!
"This..." Ye Guchen, who was collapsed in a pool of blood and dying, raised his head with difficulty and looked at the little fat man whose aura suddenly changed.
"I...I..." The little fat man was stunned.
After the seal in his body was released, countless memories came flooding back.
In an instant, he understood everything.
"It turns out...it turns out that I am..."
The little fat man murmured to himself, as if he couldn't believe it.
From outside his body, a giant illusory beast emerged, standing tall in the sky and on the ground, like an ancient magic mountain, releasing a terrifying and oppressive aura.
"This is..." Ye Guchen's pupils shrank.
"Huh?" Above the sky, the projections of Ji Tian and the three saints who were fighting each other also sensed this terrifying aura.
"How is it possible..." Jitian's completely dark eyes showed a look of surprise.
Not only them, but Elder Xing Gu, Dongfang Aoyang and the remaining hundreds of thousands of warriors who had fled further away were all shocked by the phantom of the giant ferocious beast.
"That's... the ancient ferocious beast Taotie!" A warrior exclaimed.
Everyone looked at the little fat man in disbelief and with extreme shock.
How could this little fat man who had been following Ye Guchen manifest the ghost of Taotie?
If you insist on saying it, there is only one possibility.
The little fat man lost his mind and picked up the sword hanging on his waist.
The name of the sword is Wo Zhen, which is the sword given to him by his master Xing Tianyi.
The little fat man once used this as a joke to tease others, but the result...
"My real sword...hehe...my damn sword!"
The little fat man looked up to the sky and screamed, cursing at his mother!