"Well, I know that with your ability, you could have easily killed that remnant soul, but the impact of the soul power was really terrifying. If I wasn't careful, I would have been really shaken to pieces."
"Let's go and take a look at the back. There's a familiar smell there." Jiufang Bu said, stepping in the air towards the back of the hall.
"Meikui, get up." Han Yi said coldly after Jiu Fang stopped leaving.
Not far away, Mei Kui stood up from the ground, hesitated for a moment, and walked behind Han Yi.
"Owner."
"Are you disappointed that I'm not dead?"
"I don't dare." Meikui lowered his head immediately, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. I don't know why, Han Yi's voice was so soft, but it gave him a huge sense of oppression.
"Really?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Han Yi's lips, and he walked towards the back of the hall. The blade-like voice came again, "You should be lucky that the remnant soul did not choose you."
Hearing Han Yi's words, Meikui's heart was shaken, and cold sweat suddenly flowed down. He looked at Han Yi's back, with some inexplicable expressions flashing in his eyes, and finally just sighed and followed.
The blood coffin in the main hall lay quietly. The blood patterns engraved on it suddenly lit up. The blood mist exploded by Liu Yu'er emerged in the air and quickly blended into it. After a breath, the blood patterns dimmed again, like
It has never changed.
Han Yi and Mei Kui came to the altar behind the main hall and saw Jiu Fang Bu Lingkong standing next to a heavy giant sword with an incomprehensible expression.
He reached out and gently placed his hand on the end of the sword's hilt. The complex and ancient golden patterns suddenly lit up from there and spread down, covering the entire sword. On the lower part of the sword, the golden patterns had been covered by the blood flowing out from under the altar.
Soaked and turned into dark red.
"Qingtian, it's been... long time no see."
With a buzzing sound, the giant sword vibrated with unprecedented power. The eight black chains that bound it rattled, dense purple lines appeared, and the entire altar was shaking violently.
Han Yi and Mei Kui's expressions changed slightly. They could even feel waves of fluctuations coming from the ground beneath their feet, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for tens of millions of years was about to break out of the ground and roar.
The giant sword slowly rose from the altar, and blood flowed from the sword, which was strange and inexplicable. Jiu Fang didn't see this scene, his face changed drastically, and then he instantly became gloomy.
"Thousand Blood Spirit Binding Array, those damn ants, how dare you defile..."
After the giant sword rose, a terrible power suddenly spread out, and a heavy and vast aura rushed towards their faces. Han Yi and Mei Kui flew back dozens of meters, their faces pale.
However, that power only appeared for an instant and disappeared. The purple lines on the eight black chains shined brightly, completely suppressing it.
After stabilizing his body, Han Yi looked again. The giant sword on the altar was three meters long. The hilt alone occupied nearly one meter of length. Less than half of the blade was missing, and the fracture was flat. Now there is a piece of the fracture.
Dark red, and you can vaguely see bloodshot threads squirming in it.
Jiu Fang Bu's rage was as terrifying as the earth shattering. The underground space suddenly solidified. Han Yi and Mei Kui were unable to move. Terrible pressure surged in the surrounding space, and it seemed that the two of them would be crushed to death in the next moment.
Han Yi's face turned pale. Even he could hardly bear it, let alone Mei Kui beside him.
That pressure only lasted for less than a breath, but after it disappeared, Meikui spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure was shaky and almost fell to the ground.
He looked at Jiufang Bu's back with unconcealed fear in his eyes. What kind of existence was this guy? That power was dozens of times stronger than the elders of Hades Hall.
When the power on the chain suppressed the riot of the giant sword again, it suddenly fell back into the sword slot, and the complicated golden patterns were extinguished at the same time. The entire underground cave shook again, like the earth shaking.
Jiu Fang stopped pressing the hilt of his sword and regained his composure. The loss of composure just now was a rare thing for him. This was the first time since he became the weapon spirit of the Space-Time Mirror.
"What does this sword have to do with you?" Han Yi asked cautiously.
"Well, we once had the same owner. However, I didn't expect to see it here, and it was mostly destroyed."
Jiufang Bu said calmly.
"So, this giant sword called Qingtian has the same existence as the Space-Time Mirror." Han Yi said with excitement. He just lacked a heavy sword to practice the Sword of Breaking the Mountain.
"With Qingtian's weight, you can't use it now." Jiufang Bu obviously guessed what Han Yi was thinking and said coldly.
"Well, I haven't even spoken yet, how do you know what I'm thinking?" Han Yi turned to look at Jiu Fangbu with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Humph, you seem to have forgotten that I can hear the voice in your heart."
"Oh my god." Han Yi covered his face. It seemed that he must not have any evil thoughts in the future, otherwise this bastard would find out.
"Evil thoughts, if you have any evil thoughts, why don't you tell me, a bastard like me?"
"Asshole, go away." Han Yi turned his head angrily.
Jiufang didn't ignore him, and didn't even move his head. He just looked at the giant sword, as if thinking about something.
After a long time, he suddenly appeared next to Han Yi with a movement of his body, raising his hand and pointing at him. The illusion of time and space in the depths of Han Yi's sea of consciousness turned into a silver light and shot out, emerging in the underground cave.
"With your spiritual energy, I will take Qingtian away."
Han Yi shrugged and expressed that he had no objection. Jiufang Bu raised his hand and grasped in vain. The spiritual energy in Han Yi's dantian rotated crazily, and the spiritual power surged out quickly, like a small river.
White spiritual power was injected into the broken space-time illusion mirror, and the ancient mirror suddenly burst out with dazzling silver light. The surrounding space fluctuated slightly, sometimes stagnating, sometimes flowing, sometimes oscillating, and sometimes stable.
The phantom mirror quickly absorbed Han Yi's spiritual power, and in just a few breaths, nearly 80% of his spiritual power was consumed. Feeling such a terrifying consumption, Han Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly. This thing is indeed an ancient artifact.
Every attack consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy. It is basically a bottomless pit. I wonder when I will be able to fully control it?
Just when the spiritual power in Han Yi's body was about to be completely exhausted, Jiufang Bu raised his hand and cut off the magic mirror's absorption of spiritual power. He held up the magic mirror with one hand, and the incomplete magic mirror transformed into a complete
mirror.
A black gap opened in the center of the mirror. At the same time, the space above the altar was distorted, then expanded rapidly, turning into a huge black hole, swallowing the entire altar.
The black hole disappeared in a flash. In just a moment, the altar was swallowed up and disappeared.
The cracked gaps on the phantom mirror's surface were closed as before, and the repaired mirror collapsed and disappeared, and the silver light dimmed.
After doing this, Jiufang disappeared without warning in front of Han Yi's eyes. The illusion mirror turned into a silver light, penetrated from his forehead, and returned to the depths of the sea of consciousness.
Meikui stood in the distance and looked at Han Yi. His face under the cloak could not hide his shock. This was the first time he had seen that ancient mirror. It was able to tear apart space and even move objects so easily. It was extraordinary.
Such a thing is probably close to a sacred object.
"I have finished my work. I think there are some things in that hall that may be useful to you. Go and take a look. I will take you out after the search is over."
"Okay, got it."
Han Yi turned around and walked towards the main hall. Behind him was an empty space, with only a big pit left where the altar used to be.
"Meikui, let's go, let's go treasure hunting. I wonder if that old guy left anything good?" Han Yi murmured to himself.