Chapter 962 Defending Xianmu Island 25 Amazing Sword

Although Innocence looks disdainful, he dares not continue to rush forward.

Perhaps, in the whole spiritual world, only he and the dream fairy know the power of this Qiankun fairy sword best!

"The fairy sword at the level of the original law? Does the treasure of the fairy family also have different levels? Zhao Di's heart moved when he heard the words, and at the same time, he quietly hid behind Wen Tian.

The aura between heaven and earth turned into a slender five-color aura, pouring into the Qiankun sword. The aura on the surface of the Qiankun sword flashed, which was particularly gorgeous.

As soon as the Qiankun Sword came out, the unfathomable spiritual pressure and special fairy atmosphere immediately attracted the attention of all high-level monks.

The Royal Wind God in the distance also noticed this scene. He suddenly jumped in his heart and said secretly, "The original treasure! Isn't this the treasure formed by the fusion of the mysterious little tripod and the origin of Reiki? It turned out to be a fairy sword, which is really in the hands of the sky!"

The sloppy Taoist and the ancestor of the dark spirit clan were fighting fiercely. After the sword was released, they also separated and stared at the fairy sword in Wentian's hand without blinking.

Those monks in the combined period are just that. At most, they feel that this fairy sword spirit is deep and the breath is extraordinary, but these monks in the Mahayana period can vaguely feel that as soon as this sword comes out, the spiritual law between heaven and earth seems to revolve around the sword and change!

"Fairy Sword!" Ye Haolong was shocked. Subconsciously, he looked at Mo Youzi and also saw a shocking look.

Both of them didn't understand why Wen Tian, who had just resurrected out of the customs, could sacrifice such an amazing fairy sword!

"The one who took this sword is not only the master of the spiritual world, but also helped him build the road!" He shouted innocently.

This condition is not tempting. For those spiritual Mahayana, even if they are not greedy for the fame and fortune status of the master of the spiritual world, it is impossible not to care about the immortal fate of the flying immortals!

However, after the conditions were issued, no one responded. These ancestors were not fools. Even a Zhao Di in the later stage of the combination was so difficult to deal with, not to mention the sword god holding the fairy sword!

The two sides quietly confronted innocently and did not dare to act rashly, and the sky did not split the sword.

The rest of the Mahayana dare not make a second in front of the fairy sword. With their cultivation as a treasure of the immortal family, it is still an existence that is beyond the reach of the rumors. It is like a Yuanying monk who met the rumored Tongtian Lingbao!

After a moment of stalemate, the spirit-eating sacred flame wrapped around innocence shook slightly, as if there was a movement.

"Zhao Xiaoyou, lend me your blood!" Suddenly, the secret voice of Wentian suddenly came from Zhao Di's ear. Then, Wentian held the Qiankun sword in his hand and cut it down with a sword!

At the same time, Zhao Di was slightly in pain. On his arm, he was stabbed by Wen Tian, who was close at hand, with the sword intention of the body of the Xuantian Pan Dragon Sword, and cut out a blood mouth.

The blood mouth did not heal itself immediately, but soared out a large amount of blood and immersed itself in the universe sword.

During the whole process, Zhao Di only felt an irresistible power of the law to wrap himself up, unable to move at all, let alone resist.

After the blood sank into the Qiankun sword, it immediately disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the Qiankun sword suddenly flashed, and the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles suddenly poured into the fairy sword in an incredible way. The army of both sides were fighting fiercely on the island. All kinds of spiritual powers sacrificed by them disintegrated in this instant. Everyone felt an irresistible pressure, and the spiritual power was completely frozen in their bodies.

Those spiritual monks with lower cultivation have even turned into ontological forms, or a spiritual jade, or a vast flame, or a mass of blood, or a faint shadow...

Just when the shocking sword was cut down, the battle on Xianmu Island was interrupted in an instant, and the aura within thousands of miles was empty in an instant. Except for this sword, everything was still in place, as if time had stopped and everything was fixed.

"Damn it! He can really sacrifice the sword of the universe!" Innocence only feels that his whole body is limited by the power of irresistible laws. In addition to the stimulation of the Qiankun Sword, it is impossible for the heaven to display such a powerful magic power of laws.

The essence and blood of a late human monk, together with the ancestor of a sword spirit in the Mahayana period, why can it stimulate a trace of power of the Qiankun fairy sword? I really can't figure it out!

"Has this sword been recognized by him? It's impossible!"

"How difficult it is to recognize the immortal treasure, not to mention this kind of top-level original-level fairy treasure!"

Innocently struggled desperately to stimulate the spirit-eating sacred flame, but in the face of the power of this obviously more powerful original law, the spirit-eating sacred flame is almost useless.

A sword of the universe, with all the aura of the nearby heaven and earth, drew a gorgeous arc sword light, and split down in the air!

Silent, not even the aura exposed. Wherever the sword light is, the heaven and the earth are immediately divided into two halves, a deep space crack formed from the middle of the air and extends to the sea in the distance.

The sea water immediately separated, and a bottomless gully formed deep in the bottom of the seabed.

Under a sword, the sky and the earth split.

This crack across the world is still expanding and has lasted for several breaths. Everyone feels that the terrible spiritual pressure has suddenly disappeared, and almost all of them breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.

The power of a sword has been exerted, and the huge cracks between heaven and earth are still there, and there is no sign of disappearing or healing, like a long black abyss extending from the half-empty eye to the bottom of the sea.

"Oh." Zhao Di shook his body slightly and let out a low whisper. A large amount of blood was lost, which almost made him fall into a coma. If it hadn't been for his physical transformation, I'm afraid he would have fallen down long ago.

Wen Tian was motionless, the breath on his body was frozen and still, and his eyes were staring at the front tightly, with no expression on his face.

And in front of him, where the universe sword cut, there is no innocent figure around the huge crack, only a dark sacred flame, quietly floating on the edge of the crack, and the strange demon boy in the sacred flame has also disappeared.

"Good! Very good!" Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from mid-air. The next moment, the blue shadow flashed, and the nothingness was wrapped in a dilapidated white mask and reappeared.

After saying these words, the white light mask also collapsed and dispersed by itself. An unusually light fairy breath permeated the white light mask, which is the protection of nihilism condensed by its own fairy spirit. Today's nihilism seems to have lost the very special fairy breath, the spiritual pressure, breath and An ordinary spiritual ancestor of the Mahayana period is generally the same!

"You can actually show a trace of power of the fairy sword! Very good, if you can still split a sword, I won't have a chance to escape for my life!" He said innocently and coldly. Obviously, it is impossible to split another sword at this time!

"This fairy sword finally fell into the hands of the immortal envoy! Haha!" In the innocent laughter, his body shook and flew to the sky.

"Shout up!" The dream returned to the fairy, and the bundle of fairy ropes in her hand turned into an a spiritual light, shooting at the innocent.

The remaining Mahayana monks on both sides also immediately flew here and launched a chaotic and extremely fierce battle in order to compete for the fairy sword.

"What a pity! My strength is limited, and I can only exert one-ten-thousandth of the power of the fairy sword. Otherwise, I will kill the innocent with one sword!" Wen Tian sighed softly, and the breath on his body was suddenly very weak. In an instant, it turned into the body of the Xuantian Panlong Sword. It floated quietly in the air with the Qiankun Sword, and became the object of everyone's competition. An invisible rope was formed out of thin air. He rolled away the two swords, but it was a Xian Suo took away the two swords.

Zhao Di lost his qi and blood, and he didn't dare to fight. While everyone was struggling, he reluctantly moved away hundreds of feet and swallowed several panacea at the same time.

Although the real element was exhausted and turned into a noumenon, it temporarily lost its combat power; innocence also seemed to be seriously injured, and its strength declined. The Mahayana monks on both sides fought fiercely. Although there were many magical means, it was difficult to win or lose for a while.

Although most of the spirit-eating sacred flame has been damaged under this sword, the remaining dark flame can still fight against the Mahayana of three or five celebrities and the two demons under innocent manipulation.

The space crack cut by the Qiankun Sword is still gradually getting bigger. After this sword, the breath of heaven and earth has also obviously changed. In addition to the fairy spirit spirit brought by the fairy sword, there are some other strange breaths.

Suddenly, a few wisps of black gas floated out of the bottomless abyss of space cracks, and these black gas are still condensing and increasing, and there seems to be a tendency to gutter out.

Between a few breaths, there is a faint black gas floating out of the cracks in the mid-air and the bottom of the sea. The breath contained in the black gas makes these spiritual practice quite uncomfortable.

"The real spirit!" Zhao Di's expression moved. He was no longer familiar with these black gas. It was not the specious magic gas displayed by the magic cultivation in the spiritual world, but the real magic gas that existed in the magic world, also known as the real magic gas!

"What's going on?" Innocent was shocked, and he naturally recognized the origin of this wisp of breath.

"The sword just now actually splits the power of the interface between the spiritual world and the demon world. Is the two worlds of spirit and demon about to merge in advance?" Ye Haolong was surprised and happy.

Dream back to the fairy frowned slightly and used the universe fairy sword in the lower world. The power of the law involved is not bearable in this world at all. If it is only the integration of the two worlds of spirits and demons in advance, it is best. I'm afraid that all the power of the interface laws in this world has been weakened a lot

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger, and more and more magic gas leaks out of it. Finally, it almost gushed out like a blowout, making the nearby spiritual cultivation and strength drop greatly.

Suddenly, the magic light flashed in the abyss of the crack, and a voice that made Zhao Di quite familiar came out: "What's the matter? Heaven vents the aura. Is it that the two worlds of spirits and demons are about to merge? Why is there no warning in advance?