Chapter 120 Colorful Holy Baby

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The violently broken bloody sandstones like hail smashed fiercely on the light curtain, making a series of dull pops. The people in the light curtain subconsciously narrowed their eyes. Although these hurricane blood sands could not hit the body, it was very uncomfortable to hear in their ears.

The sight can hardly see the scenery ten feet away in this place. Even the divine consciousness seems to be blocked by a layer of extremely flexible force, and it can only detect the range of 50 feet around.

In such an environment, everyone's flight speed is very slow and cautious, because no one is sure whether a terrible ghost will suddenly hit.

The legend of the dead in Hua Qingyu's mouth is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

After a long walk, except for the sound of the hurricane roaring in their ears, everyone did not encounter any danger and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Cai asked Heng Chong, who led the way at the front, and said, "How far are we from there?"

Heng Chong replied casually, "I haven't walked a hundred miles, and it's still far away."

Master Cai was stunned and scolded, "I remember walking more than a thousand miles, why is it only 200 miles away?"

Heng Chong shouted strangely, "Xiao Cai Cai, don't you believe it? Why don't you lead the way?"

Master Cai stagnated, hummed from his nose, curled his lips and said, "If I had a map, how could you squeeze me?"

Zhang Yan explained aside, "It's true that it's only 200 miles. We made seven detours during the journey, as if it were to avoid something?"

Heng Chong grinned and said, "You are still a boy with insight. Yes, those bypassed areas on the map are marked as forbidden places. Although we don't know what the danger is, we'd better avoid them far away.

At this moment, Qingyi suddenly shouted coldly, "Be careful!" As soon as he finished speaking, he actually sacrificed his sword!

With this sound, Hua Qingyu and other god-level swordsmen sacrificed their swords, and their faces were full of Xiao killing.

Zhang Yan was stunned and didn't have any reaction. He felt a cold smell covering his whole body, and the strong sense of danger even raised a layer of goose bumps on his skin.

What a cold breath!

A big crack suddenly burst into the bloody sand around, and a huge monster with black smoke suddenly arrived.

The monster can't see clearly, but it is as tall, and its long arm as thick as a tree stump is carrying a shabby sword. As soon as it appeared, the sword rolled up the airflow like a heavy blood wave and cut it fiercely at the nearest flower Qingyue!

Hua Qingyu was not surprised in the face of such a change. His hand was like a vast blue sword, and a figure suddenly gushed out from the tip of the sword.

This figure is as tall as Huaqingyue, which seems to be composed of soul. The eyebrows and eyes follow the appearance of rare Huaqingyue, and the whole body exudes the power of the extremely bright water element, which is magnificent!

As soon as the human shadow appeared, he silently slapped the monster on the head.

Bang!

The water splashed everywhere, and the monster was directly smashed by this palm, and the black powder was instantly swallowed up by the surrounding stormy sand.

Before Zhang Yan and others breathed a sigh of relief, they saw the bloody sand around everyone crack more than a dozen times again, and the same monster rushed in.

They still held a broken sword in their hands, and their whole body was still covered by rolling black smoke. Since their appearance, they did not make a sound. They waved their swords up. The sword light wrapped the blood color, and the strong blood gas rushed straight into their noses.

"Hmm!"

Qingyi also moved, and the sword in his hand suddenly drilled out a figure wrapped in fierce flames, and closed his palms to directly disappear the two monsters who secretly attacked Xue's sister and brother.

With the action of Tsing Yi, others also did it one after another.

In Zhang Yan's vision, a shocking picture suddenly appeared.

Like Master Cai and Heng Chong, a cyan figure gushed out from the tip of their sword, containing the power of magnificent wood elements, like the divine sentence of Qingmu, which was independent from the world. With a gentle hum, eight green airflows rushed out of their bodies, instantly shattered the four monsters around them!

Like Xia Yichuan and Qingyi, a flame-shame figure gushed out of the tip of his sword, with a strong fire element, like the domineering uncast fire god Zhu Rong, swept away with one punch, and the three monsters were directly burned by the hot flame.

When a monster wanted to attack Xia Xiwei in Ningsu's arms, Ning Su also took action. A golden light burst into the tip of his sword, with a sharp gold element, like a sharp general with unparalleled killing spirit. His eyes swept, two golden lights suddenly hit out and directly penetrated the monster's head.

Zhang Yan was fascinated. He didn't take action and couldn't get involved at all.

These monsters are very horrible, and their breath is cold, like ghosts, but their strength is high and frightening. As soon as Zhang Yan's divine knowledge explored, he almost immediately concluded that each monster is no less than the strength of a Yuanying sword cultivation!

If he fights alone, Zhang Yan is confident that he can kill any of them, but if one person faces so many monsters, he can only escape.

But in the face of these monsters, the peak swordsmen of these gods in Qingyi are even more destroyed, killing all monsters that may be close in an instant, almost equivalent to killing in seconds!

But Zhang Yan was not concerned about this. He found that the soul-like figure rushed out by the tip of the sword of Qingyi and others seemed to be a sword soul that could only be formed by the sword cultivation. The vastness of these sword souls forced him to dare to explore with divine knowledge at all. It can be imagined how powerful the power of the sword soul should be.

Suddenly, a feeling of danger surged into his heart. As soon as Zhang Yan looked back, he saw the cold front sword behind him waved, and a khaki figure burst out, and the surging power of earth elements suddenly permeated the whole space. As soon as the human shadow appeared, the ochre yellow rage element on his body instantly powdered the three-headed monster that attacked from behind!

So far, all the monsters have been completely wiped out in less than a cup of tea.

The soul of various swords returned to the sword, and Xiao's breath also disappeared. Qingyi and others seemed to have done something inconspicuous, looking extremely indifferent.

But Ma Chong and others were shocked and almost exclaimed. This is an attack belonging to the sword cultivation of the god level!

"We flew back to the ground and trekked forward. It's not safe in the air." Xia Yichuan's eyes flashed with thought, and then suggested.

"Yes, we seem to have neglected it from the beginning. The air is the most vulnerable to attack..." Hua Qingyu also nodded.

When everyone saw this, they did not talk nonsense and slowly fell to the ground.

The ground is a dry land with no grass, and the fine blood-colored ground is blown by the wind, like a bloody ocean flowing, which makes people feel frightening.

Heng Chong identified the next direction and moved forward again, and everyone followed closely. After the battle just now, although those monsters were easily solved, they put a shadow on everyone's hearts.

It seems that the legend about the dead is true...

"Look at this sword." Qingyi handed Master Cai a worn-out sword robbed from the monster.

Master Cai reached out and tapped gently on the blade, and then put it between his noses and smelled, and his expression suddenly became a little uncertain.

"What do you see?" Qingyi couldn't help asking.

"This sword has no aura, but it is filled with a cold breath of death. It seems that its owner is not a living creature..."

Master Cai said solemnly, "The casting method of this sword weapon is very vulgar, which is worse than the method used anywhere else in the current sword world. I guess this sword weapon has been at least 2,000 years old!"

Two thousand years?

Everyone's eyes became a little surprised, but no one doubted Master Cai's judgment.

"A group of dead spirits, holding broken swords from 2,000 years ago, appeared in the fallen place..." Hua Qingyu muttered to herself for a long time and couldn't help saying, "These dead spirits are not the sword practitioners who fell here, right?"

As soon as this word comes out, everyone has to slow down. Because in everyone's heart, in fact, they have been doubting all this for a long time, but no one dares to say it.

"What's there to be afraid of? Soldiers will block it, and water will cover it. Anyway, we are going to Senluo Sword Prison, and we don't plan to explore the reality here. It's important to go early.

Heng Chong's triangular eyes turned over, and the speed suddenly accelerated. When he didn't speak, he buried his head and moved forward.

Everyone keeps up, but the shadow in their hearts is always lingering. On the contrary, as the speed of progress accelerates, this feeling becomes stronger and stronger.

What is strange is that although this feeling is strong, everyone has been in it for half a day, but they have not encountered any danger, and those monsters that look like dead spirits never appear again.

Even so, everyone did not dare to slow down the tight string in their hearts and walked all the way. No one spoke. Even Xia Xiwei obediently hid in her mother Ning Su's arms without saying a word.

The atmosphere was a little dull. Zhang Yan felt quite uncomfortable and couldn't help but want to find someone to talk. He couldn't help coming to Master Cai, a good man, and asked, "Master Xiao Cai, is the figure suddenly emerging from the tip of your sword the soul of the sword?"

Master Cai seemed to be meditating. Hearing Zhang Yan's question, he woke up and smiled, "Yes, but you can't learn it now."

"I know."

Zhang Yan nodded and said, "I'm just curious whether this sword soul also has life?"

When killing those monsters, Zhang Yan found that since Qingyi and others released the sword soul, they did not deliberately command the attack. Instead, those sword souls seemed to attack others independently.

Even through observation, Zhang Yan found an interesting phenomenon. Master Xiao Cai also practiced wooden kendo, which seemed to come from the same family as Heng Chong.

Master Cai looked at Zhang Yan with admiration and said, "Although it's not life, it's almost done. The so-called sword soul is the soul of the sword weapon, which also contains the swordsman's own swordsmanship understanding. The sword soul is connected to the mind. Of course, you can attack freely and skillfully.

Zhang Yan said oh and suddenly asked, "Is the sword soul of gold, wood, water, fire and earth only one of the five sword souls in his life?"

Until now, he still has three swords. Originally, he planned to practice the five elements of swordsmanship by demonizing the five elements. Now when he sees the sword soul, he suddenly finds that if he wants to form a sword soul, he can only form a sword soul. Which of the five swordsmanships should he choose to form a sword soul?

Master Cai obviously didn't expect Zhang Yan to ask this. He was a little stunned and then replied, "Of course, how can a person have both two kinds of five elements? Besides, for sword cultivation, it is dedicated, not much. Who has extra time to think about things that have nothing to do with their own attributes?

"No, as far as I know, there is another person with five elements in the world." Xia Yichuan suddenly opened his mouth.

As soon as this was said, everyone's curiosity was aroused.

"In the historical materials of the Fire Sword Cliff, there were few descriptions of the sword world 5,000 years ago, but these descriptions are all about a person..."

Before Xia Yichuan finished speaking, Hua Qingyu shouted, "I remember! That man does exist. It is said that the man's cultivation is boundless, and the condensed sword soul is the colorful holy soul!"

Xia Yichuan nodded and said, "Yes, it's a colorful holy soul!"

Master Cai said sadly, "Why don't I know that that man is so powerful that he should be a very famous figure? Who is he?"

Xia Yichuan and Hua Qingyu looked at each other and shook their heads together.

"No way? Don't even know the name?" Master Cai was surprised.

Hua Qingyu said, "I really don't know. In the historical books of my weak sword pool, it is only said that the man disappeared strangely in less than half a year and never appeared again."

This answer disappointed everyone, but became more curious about the unparalleled figure who condensed the colorful holy soul.

Colorful holy soul, what kind of horrible power should it have?

And for Zhang Yan, this news was tantamount to a thunderbolt, which shocked him. He suddenly found that his original decision did not seem to be wrong. Can the five elements of swords really be practiced at the same time?

However, how can the colorful holy soul condense...

Master Cai thought for a moment and suddenly asked Zhang Yan, "Why do you want to ask this question?"

"Ah, I'm just a whim."

Zhang Yan woke up from meditation and casually made up a lie. He couldn't tell anyone that he was slowly moving towards the goal of the colorful holy soul.

This episode passed in a flash. After all, it was a little too far away and mysterious. Everyone didn't pay attention to it and walked forward silently again.

Only Zhang Yan thought silently all the way about how to get the four sword formulas of gold, wood, water and earth in addition to the fire attribute sword formula...

The colorful holy soul seems to be very powerful.