Chapter 659: Spiritual Sword Supernatural Powers

Originally just counting swords, the green-clothed Taoist made his sword first, and made dozens of swords in a row. It seemed that Zong Shou was so pressed that he couldn't move, so he could only resist passively.

But at this time, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the one who has really suffered. It was this person, not Zong Shou.

The sword in his hand was gradually decaying at this time.

The air of death is not only aimed at living beings, but also can kill the vitality of all living things.

Zong Shou glanced at Wuji and Taoist indifferently, thinking that these two people could not help but show up in the end.

That sword intent and soul pressure was even more surging like a tide, covering thousands of miles across.

"Fellow Daoist Wuji, it's been a long time! Did the two of you enjoy watching the good show just now?"

The killing intent is like a blade, and the coldness permeates, lingering between Wuji's neck.

The nameless sword in his hand made a 'buzz' sound, as if echoing its master.

The green-clothed Taoist seemed extremely angry, but he also seemed to know that at this time, he was not Zongshou's opponent. Acting rashly will only lead to unpredictable results, and it can only be self-sufficient.

In terms of cultivation, he is naturally far superior. But when it comes to swordsmanship, Zong Shou is much better than him.

That kingly way of martial arts is even more taboo.

If he strikes with all his strength, this Zongshou will probably be able to decide his life or death?

Wuji's expression was a little embarrassed: "Wuji has seen Your Majesty!"

After saluting far away, Wuji said in an inconceivable tone: "It's only a short period of ten days. Unexpectedly, your lord's cultivation level has improved again. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a thousand miles in a day. I guess it will be a long time. It only takes a year and a half to hit the spiritual realm, and Wuji wishes in advance—"

I remember when Zong Shou was in the deep lake underground, Zong Shou was still struggling to deal with the assassination of the strong man in the spiritual realm, and he almost fell.

But at this time, it was enough to deal with Yuru.

Zong Shou raised his lips when he heard the words, and then smiled evilly: "Are you threatening Gu?"

His obstacle between heaven and man, in the cloud world, is probably known to everyone.

I don't know how many people there are. While waiting for him to break through the sky barrier.

Speaking of which, a few days ago, the messenger of the Demon Vault Realm also said something similar.

"How dare?"

Wuji's heart trembled, but at this moment his mouth was bitter.

If the words are soft, and the face of Dao Lingqiong Realm is offended, it will definitely attract criticism from the same sect.

But if he is too tough today, he will definitely anger the demon king.

If he could brazenly attack Han, he would be in the Lingqiong Realm. Not in this person's eyes either. Not impossible. Kill him here too. A small leak will sink a great ship--

After pondering for a while, Wuji finally said, "I don't know how these fellow practitioners offended the Lord? To the point where we are going to use swords?"

"It's just not pleasing to the eye!"

In a word. The few people in front of the words were startled. Zong Shou laughed again, this sentence was of course just a joke.

"The great enemy is in front of me, but I don't want to be the enemy. There are three sects in Huizhou. If I can't be used by Gu, I will be washed by blood!"

The three sects of Xuantong, Lingming, and Luotian have deep roots in Huizhou. Countless disciple families are here, intertwined among the people.

If he had a different intention when he was fully responding to the enemy, it would be like waiting for a knife in his heart.

To fight Night Demon, it is also necessary to integrate the power of the entire Huizhou. In this way, there are three sects of Xuantong. It is the biggest obstacle.

If you can't offer hostages to other troops, you can only remove them first.

"So that's how it is! Although I don't want to fight Yemo Fengrui alone, I don't want to be an enemy of Qiantian Mountain."

——At least before Gantian Mountain, and Yemo, he didn't intend to fight this lunatic.

One sentence showed the attitude of Dao Lingqiong, and Wuji continued to smile: "How about this? The three sects of Xuantong will definitely be within seven days. Withdraw from Huizhou. This will make your majesty feel at ease?"

Seeing Zong Shou's eyelids slightly closed, he was noncommittal. Wuji knew that the person on the other side was not satisfied, so he went on to say: "Within ten years, I will be in the three schools of Dao Lingqiong Realm and Xuantong, and I will never interfere with the affairs of Huizhou! Wuji will be within three days. Please let me Lord of the Realm, send the letter of promise!"

Zong Shou just smiled. This is what he was waiting for!

Only with this promise can we really feel at ease and fight against the Night Demon.

Looking at the Handu with only the original soul left, Zong Shou smiled "hey", and with a casual move, he took back all the dead air from the Handu soul. He waved his sleeves, indicating to these people that they can get out.

At this moment, the battle situation on Lianyun Island was almost settled.

Several large arrow rests were destroyed. The Blood Cloud Cavalry had already rushed in, and Lingxuan also led a full twenty troops to land on this floating island. It was the concentration of troops that forced the enemy troops on the island to surrender one by one.

Those soldiers from the cities of Huizhou are alright, they have already gotten used to the days when the king's banner changes on the top of the city. With only a few city lords dead, they no longer have the heart to resist. Except for those elite confidants who are still resisting desperately. The rest of them simply put down their weapons.

Only those under Wei Hai's command, the nearly 600,000 merchant pacers, were a little troublesome. It takes a little effort to force-land it.

Fortunately, the victory is already achieved at this time, so there is no need for Zong Shou to pay too much attention to it.

Taking a casual look around, Zong Shou wiped away all the power of death that lingered around him.

Two million ghosts also roared away from him. It's just that it never got far away, but lingered above the main island of Lianyun.

There also seemed to be a clicking sound behind him, as if a door was closing.

Zong Shouze was a little absent-minded, glanced at the top, finally sighed slightly, and looked away.

It seems that it is necessary to invite several eminent monks of the Buddhist sect to come here to perform a ritual ceremony here, so that all these Yin souls can be transcended.

Sighing in his heart, there is only so much he can do for these dead people.

Only then did I have the mood to check myself. This time I used the Styx Death Sword, I am afraid that my lifespan will be lost a lot.

There is also the green liquid that dripped into his own soul sea, and the green fire burning in his soul, which made people extremely puzzled.

Looking inside for a moment, he was slightly taken aback. The loss of vitality in his body this time was unexpectedly small.

Life span was reduced to less than half a month. Moreover, after using this set of sword skills, his sanity did not appear in the past, the indifference and unresponsiveness——

Looking at his soul sea again, Zong Shou first relaxes. Although the green fire looked like a flame, it didn't show any signs of merging with Lu's blood. Then I was shocked again, the green fire was still burning at this time, permeating the four directions.

Unexpectedly, it was his own soul power. Looking at it now, it seems that Jing has become a little more refined.

These green flames are providing him with incomparably huge soul power.

In today's battle, the consumption in the sea of ​​souls is simply negligible!

What's going on here?

Zong Shou suddenly fell into deep thought, knowing that he should retreat again and study it carefully.

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A few days later, in a large tent. Zong Shou looked at him with strange light in his eyes.

The nameless sword was lying horizontally at this moment, hovering in front of him.

Zong Shou himself is still in deep thought.

In the past few days, he has probably figured out the function of this sword.

This sword can devour the primordial spirit of a person and turn it into soul liquid. But it's not like his Heaven Swallowing Yuan Hua Jue, which directly swallows it.

Instead, it is used to purify the sword body and provide 'fuel' for its master.

The so-called fuel refers to the green liquid that drips into the soul sea.

And the blue flame is burning with it as the source. Not only can it help people refine their soul, but it can also provide him with huge soul power.

Zong Shou looked in front of him and saw an iron cage being carried by several soldiers to his tent.

And inside the iron cage was a seventh-order Jing beast that was firmly restrained.

It was Zong Yuan who captured it with his own hands and sent it here. And there are more than ten iron cages like this outside the tent. However, most of the spirit beasts inside have already died.

"Is this one the Red Flame Rat?"

With one thought, the Wuming Sword in front of Zong Shou flew into the iron cage. A sword was nailed into this thin head, and then a spiritual light shone. After a while, it turned around again and fell into Zong Shou's hands.

Holding the hilt of the sword, a trace of strange force immediately followed the chakra and escaped into his Shenxiao acupoint.

A moment later, a drop of green liquid dripped into his soul.

But compared to a few days ago, the transformation of thousands of demons is much smaller, and the color is slightly lighter.

The burning green flame was far inferior to the momentum of that day.

Zong Shou didn't care, he just waited for the green flame to fill the soul. A trace of pure soul power spilled out. Only then did he summon the spirit, and a group of crimson flames appeared in his hands.

This is the flame of Burning Kong, but at this moment, the flame is even hotter.

Even Zong Shou, the fire guard. At this moment, I only felt burning pain in my palm.

Zong Shou didn't care about it, he still sat cross-legged on the spot, quietly perceiving the crimson flame, not letting go of even the slightest change.

Until in the sea of ​​souls, the blue flame was completely extinguished. Only then did he come back to his senses and stopped contemplating.

"Sure enough! By absorbing the primordial spirit of any attribute, it can strengthen any spiritual method. The red flame rat is a fire-type beast, good at controlling fire, and naturally it also greatly increases the power of my burning sky flame."

"The more green liquid there is, the thicker it is, the stronger the increase will be! What is the origin of this sword?"

Zong Shou felt at a loss for a while, who gave these rare treasures?

Ordinary magic treasures mostly contain one or two laws, which can only enhance the power of one series of spiritual methods, or possess a kind of supernatural power of their own. Even the top-level magical weapon-level spiritual weapons contain several laws, and they cannot conflict with each other.

But he has tried it in the past few days, this nameless sword, no matter what kind of spiritual method it is, can be boosted!

Which kind of spirit can be strengthened by absorbing the primordial soul of which attribute. If the four and five elements are swallowed at the same time, that's okay, they can be strengthened at the same time.

Nature cannot be unlimited. The supernatural power of this nameless sword can only take effect after devouring the primordial soul. When the blue flame is completely exhausted, it will immediately recover.

Just relying on these abilities alone is already astonishing. to be continued