Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight God Domain Comes
This spiritual skill was clearly a spiritual skill that Han Yi had used when he broke into the ninth floor of the Ancient Sky Spirit Tower on Lanyue Island, and Han Xiu showed up to teach him. Since then, he has thought about it many times, but he has never been able to understand the true meaning contained in it.
Until now, I haven't even scratched the surface.
The black power released by Jialun War Demon first hit the bloody blades that were the embodiment of evil spirits. However, the storm stirred up by those bloody blades was quickly defeated by the black power.
The incarnation of the evil spirit quickly retreated and left the battlefield. The black power was no longer something he could resist. The Wheel-killing Sword inserted into the battle group, and the golden sun and the black power collided. A larger space black hole emerged, and the space cracks extended for dozens of miles.
, countless space cracks erupted, sweeping in all directions.
The incarnation of the evil spirit retreated again and again. Even Han Yi shot backwards and escaped from the battlefield after delivering this blow. However, one of the people present was motionless. The young man in white sat on the back of the blue Luan bird, his expression expressionless.
Change, as if turning a blind eye to everything in front of you.
Terrifying shock waves and space cracks came towards him. He stood up slowly, raised his hand and pushed out gently. Suddenly all the shock waves and space cracks stopped hundreds of meters in front of him, as if he had hit a wall.
An insurmountable wall.
"this......"
Han Yi, who retreated violently, saw the young man in white blocking the shock wave, and his pupils shrank violently. Could it be that this guy is a saint?
"Puff——" The next moment, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. The injuries left over from the repeated battles with Qiansu over the past six months all exploded due to the forced activation of Kuilong's bloodline. His internal organs were shattered and his meridians were damaged.
, all the wounds left on the body burst open.
The destructive power in the wound that he had suppressed forcibly began to fight back, and actually rushed directly into his internal organs, causing wanton destruction.
"puff--"
Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Han Yi immediately calmed down Kui Long's blood, and the white spiritual power of Luo Shen Jue swept through his body, completely suppressing the destructive power.
Han Yi's expression was extremely solemn. These destructive powers were the first time he encountered powers that could not be swallowed and absorbed by Luo Shen Jue. This shows how terrifying the Jialun War Demon is.
At this time, on the other side of the sky, the scorching sun transformed by the Wheel of Destruction Sword was in a stalemate with the black power released by the Jialun Demon Eye. Every time the light shined, an unparalleled shock wave swept across.
The young man in white clothes always stood at the front, resisting the shock waves. After a few breaths, he raised his brows and murmured to himself.
"It should have reached its limit."
As his words fell, the golden sun suddenly dimmed, and then erupted again, completely exploding, and the black power stagnated. The Wheel-killing Sword shot back, turning into golden light and sinking into Han Yi's forehead.
After a brief moment, the black power that lost its resistance rolled in, as fast as a flood that burst a dam.
The young man in white is the first to bear the brunt.
"Get out of the way."
Han Yi couldn't help shouting, but the young man in white seemed not to hear it at all. He slowly held the long sword on his waist, and his aura suddenly changed drastically.
At first glance, he looked like an elegant and modest gentleman, with a rich mind full of ink and poetry, but when he took hold of the hilt of the sword, he became a peerless master of all things.
The swordsman seems to have nothing in the world that he cannot cut through.
"Qiang——"
The long sword suddenly unsheathed, like lightning across the sky, the golden sword rainbow shot out, penetrating the black power with the force of thunder, splitting it apart with a devastating force.
The speed of the sword rainbow was so fast that Qiansu had no time to react. With a scoff, the sword rainbow passed directly through his right eye.
"Ah——" Qiansu's extremely sad screams resounded through the sky. He endured the severe pain and resentment and looked at the young man in white, his eyes lingering on the long sword in his hand. A breath of law lingered,
Although not complete, it is extremely condensed and powerful.
"Half-Saint Soldier, who are you?"
"The person who killed you."
The young man in white raised his head, his delicate face looked a little childish, and it seemed that his actual age was less than eighteen years old.
Qiansu was even more shocked. It was impossible for someone so young to have such terrifying cultivation and methods. No, there was a place where people could do it, he suddenly remembered.
"Where did you come from? You came from that place."
"It seems you have guessed it."
The young man in white made a sword secret, a sword mark appeared on his forehead, and he slowly opened a golden vertical pupil. The sharp aura surged out, occupying the four fields of the world, surging, vast, brilliant, it was endless
The aura of sharp gold.
"Sword Soul, you come from the sword..."
Before Qiansu could finish his words, the young man in white stabbed out with his sword, and the endless sharp golden energy turned into overwhelming sword threads and stabbed towards him.
Escape, there was only one thought in his mind. Qiansu retreated violently, the laws of space stirred, the realm reappeared, and he struck out with a palm.
"Space condensation."
The sword thread was briefly condensed, but the spatial condensation was soon broken.
"Space teleportation."
Qiansu took out a silver stone about the size of his thumb, fired magic spells in succession, and poured the power of space into it crazily.
"Faster, faster, faster."
He looked at the silver stone in his hand and roared in his heart. The golden sword wire had arrived and was about to pierce him in the next moment.
Buzz, the silver stone flashed, releasing strong space power. The surrounding space was instantly distorted, the silver light flashed, and disappeared in an instant.
All the golden sword threads fell into the void, splitting the space and leaving black traces.
"The Void Stone."
The young man in white curled his lips when he saw Qiansu escaping, but he didn't care much. He put away his sword, and the blue Luan bird flew in front of Han Yi.
"Thank you for your help. Han Yi, I wonder what I should call my friend?"
Han Yi immediately cupped his fists and thanked him. He was filled with shock at the sword strike of the young man in white. For such a young man, he has already condensed the soul of the sword and even refined the sword thread. It is simply unbelievable. Speaking of geniuses, such a being can only be considered a true genius.
He's a peerless genius.
"My name is Jin Wushang, you can just call me Xiao Jin." Xiao Jin looked at Han Yi, his eyes full of curiosity, "You seem to be seriously injured."
"It doesn't seem like it, but the injury is indeed serious." The evil spirit incarnation on the side rolled his eyes and said.
"You must have condensed evil spirits. It's really strange that you still have self-awareness."
"You are the only one who is curious. Your whole family is curious. Don't look at me with that look."
"So fierce and angry." The interest in the eyes of the young man in white became even stronger. Han Yi had no choice but to wave his hand quickly, and the evil spirit dissipated into evil spirit and returned to his body.
"Why did you put it away? He is really interesting. I have grown up and no one has spoken to me like this. It's really strange."
Han Yi's mouth twitched, which family's young master are you from? Are you hurt by being cared for? You actually like to be scolded.
Fortunately, the young man in white did not ask Han Yi to release the evil spirit again, and his interest soon turned to Han Yi.
"How did you provoke the Jialun War Demon? How long have you been chased by him? Seeing that your strength is not weak, are you the Holy Son of the Holy Land? No, the Holy Son of the Holy Land will have guardians around him, and they also
I can’t grasp the death sentence.”
After the word "death" came out of the mouth of the young man in white, Han Yi's pupils tightened, his heart skipped a beat, and he stared at him with a drastic change in his expression.
"Who are you and how do you know the death sentence?" Han Yi almost jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"I'm Jin Wushang, I'm just a deceased person. I know it's not strange." Xiao Jin saw Han Yi was so excited and waved his hand, as if to say, I have plenty of those things, and I don't care about the ones in your hand.
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"You are from the Divine Realm." Han Yi stared at Jin Wushang intently. Death Wen was originally a secret second only to the Space-Time Mirror to him, but now it was revealed. Except for people from the Divine Realm, he
I can't think of anyone else who knows this.
"Yes, I come from the God's Domain, and I can barely be considered a god." Xiao Jin shrugged and said, "You are able to master the death text, probably because you have been inherited by an ancient god. Looking at the death text you just released, it is not very powerful.
It’s too strong, so it should just be a new death sentence.”
"New death inscription? Is there any difference in the death inscription?" Han Yi looked puzzled.
"That's natural. The new death text is a text modified by the New God. It is easier to master, but the power has also been reduced a lot. Otherwise, do you think the mortal body can withstand that huge power?" Xiao Jin rolled his eyes.
, continued, "The real ancient commemorative writings are not something we can master. Only those superior gods can use them."
"I didn't expect that there is such a difference in the death inscriptions." Han Yi murmured to himself, and couldn't help but wonder what kind of power it would have if the secret technique of Luo Shen was used in the ancient death inscriptions.
He looked at Jin Wushang, his eyes twinkling slightly.
"Why are you telling me this? The memorial should be a secret belonging to the divine realm."
"I'm quite interested in you. Your swordsmanship is pretty good and you have reached the perfection of the Heart Transformation Realm. And you have the courage to fight against the Jalun War Demon. Our God Clan has been fighting against the Demon Clan for generations.
To this day, demigods still often die on that huge battlefield. I believe that one day in the future, you will be able to become the mainstay in the fight against the demons."
"I'm really flattered that you have so much confidence in me when we first met." Han Yi laughed at himself.
"What's important is not that I have confidence in you, but that you have confidence in yourself." Xiao Jin said in a clichéd tone, like an elder encouraging a younger generation.
"Okay, you are seriously injured, please come with me for the time being." Xiao Jin waved, and an invisible force acted on Han Yi, taking him to fly on the back of the blue Luan Bird involuntarily.
"By the way, where are you going? I'm going to Tianhuang City. I heard that there will be a large-scale auction there soon, and a spiritual wine that has been lost for many years will appear, so I'm going to take a look. You can go with me.