Chapter 67 Half-Step God

At one moment, Shen Aotian's whole body trembled. The mysterious meridian road was completed, and a sharp sword spirit on his body burst out. However, it intersected with the font on the cliff wall and had a close relationship with each other. Then, the five big characters in the sky trembled and unexpectedly broke away from the cliff wall and turned into a sword, rushing to Shen. Proud.

"Zhang!"

The font entered the body and went straight down the meridians and slowly fell into Dantian. Then, it condensed into a small sword more than an inch long and suspended above the periphery of the chaotic Yuanli land.

At the same time, the chaotic power fluttered, rolling up the big waves all over the sky and flying up in the air. At this time, the small sword actually shot out a sword light, stirring the land below, making it agitated endlessly.

Wang Yang roared, the waves were surging, and the tide was surging. At a certain moment, at the outermost part of the land, a vortex suddenly condensed and formed, slowly became bigger, absorbing the chaotic power, swallowing them under the whirlpool and disappearing.

Outside, when the practitioners saw the font disappearing in Shen Aotian's body, they were shocked one by one, and then rushed to the crown, played an infinite unique skill, and attacked Shen Aotian.

"Boom!"

The sword spirit is horizontal, but it can't hurt Shen Aotian's hair. Outside his body, a shield protected him inside. On the shield, a sword spirit fluttered, breaking all the swordsmanship and smashed them all.

"How can it be like this? It can't be shaken!" The practitioners were shocked and stood on the spot with the artifact.

"I didn't expect that he would have such a great opportunity to practice the secret art so smoothly, and attract the secret art and integrate it into his body. In this way, he can directly cultivate the secret art into a powerful secret method. To know, it will take several years for even the most talented god practitioners in the big school to understand the secret art and reach Mahayana. This Shen Aotian can actually experience the magic sword killing in an instant, and directly surpass the middle-quality god handsome and cultivate to the realm of the top-quality god handsome. It's really awesome!" Among the practitioners, an old man in blue, who didn't know when he came here, said with great admiration.

"Don't break it. It's useless to break it. It's a strong secret protection. Only a stronger god can break it!"

"What a fluke, but since only the skills of the strong gods are broken, isn't he invincible!"

"No, this is just a phenomenon of fusion. When he wakes up, the shield will automatically disappear. At that time, unless he reaches a very high field, he will not have such concentration!" The old man in blue knows everything and solves the puzzles for the practitioners.

The meaning of the sword is like the sea, like the abyss, like a prison, stirring in Shen Aotian's mind, making him continue to feel one secret moves after another.

A grand sword genre is about to manifest at a glance.

"Such a strong idea!"

Shen Aotian's mind was shocked and wanted to open the world. However, at this time, a grand sense of crisis covered his heart, making him feel like going to hell, like a monster suspended on his head, a spirit, and he woke up.

"The top god is handsome at the peak, half-step god!" Shen Aotian said to himself that he was only one step away from entering the secret world of the gods, but this step seemed to be a long way ahead.

"Shen Aotian, hurry up and wait for death, otherwise, you will not escape today!" At the moment when Shen Ao's outer shield disappeared, the leader of Wanshazong suddenly shouted.

"If you want to kill me, you are not enough!" Shen Aotian stood up, his eyes were extremely cold, and he glanced around. On his body, a fierce force burst out, and a sword spirit surrounded him, making him like a rival demon god, a king of sword, and deterring the practitioners.

"Catch him, there will be a great gift!" I don't know who shouted, and the practitioners' eyes were hot and rushed to Shen Aotian.

"You really treat me as a fish that can be slaughtered by others, but I have to enjoy it with my life!" Shen Aotian snorted coldly, and his steps turned into a phantom and rushed to the gods.

Yin and Yang reincarnation, the magic of devouring and killing, one by one, constantly patting on the gods, making them spit blood one by one and stain the earth.

There is no strong man in the secret world of the gods here. I think it should be hidden around and groping for Shen Aotian's fighting power!

"Bang!"

Shen Aotian's blood is luxuriant, and he punched a strong man of the middle-quality god, and kicked off a top-grade god-hand man, defeating all the god practitioners. Shen Aotian was like an unparalleled killing god, and his hands were stained with blood, which was terrible and horrible.

"Kill!"

Many practitioners turned red and attacked wildly one by one, putting their lives aside.

"As long as it is a treasure on him, it doesn't matter if the god cultivates or dies!" This is the voice of various sects, swirling around their ears and making them rampant.

"Heavenly evil strikes!"

The leading god of Wanszong shouted, and the long sword in his hand fluttered, changed into a hundred vigorous killing swords, and cut at Shen Aotian.

This is a secret art, which can quickly produce a sword 100 times, which is the signature combat skill of Wanshadong.

"It's just a phantom!"

Shen Aotian took a ruthless shot, slapped it, smashed all the killing swords, stretched out his hand, grabbed the sword body, gently pinched it, and broke the iron sword!

"What, what kind of energy is this? It's a second-grade artifact in my hand!" Wanshazong's leading god man was shocked and decisively abandoned his sword and retreated, but it was too late.

Shen Aotian's great power swept by his big hand. After crushing the sword, he did not stop. He directly patted him on his chest, flew up in the air, sank his sternum, and after hitting a god monk, he coughed blood one after another!

"So fierce!"

The practitioners no longer have a stable look. You should know that the leader of Wanxiaozong is the top god who has just become famous for a long time. He has already touched the threshold of the secret land of the lower god practitioners and is about to enter, but now it has such an ending, which makes them tremble and constantly retreat.

"Swipe!"

Shen Aotian's body was like electricity, and his hands were like knives. In an instant, he cut off the head of a retreating god and stopped.

This is a touching picture. A middle-aged practitioner with his head flying, blood splashing on his neck, and behind him is a shocked practitioner with a rosy expression and trembling.

Looking tremblingly at the Shura area with broken limbs and arms, the extremely cold companions lying in the pool of blood, and the arrogant Shen Aotian, some practitioners couldn't stand it, so they shouted and fled back quickly.

Shen Aotian's eyes are like electricity, shining, as if the demon god blinked, and his whole body was full of murderous, staring at dozens of god practitioners in the distance.

There is no spiritual period to practice the secret land strong man to participate in the war, which is a kind of assessment for him.

"What a horrible body, this god-cultivator can actually cultivate to this extent, for fear that he has been comparable to those strongest bodies!" On a cliff, the old man in blue didn't know when he came here. His eyes exuded a strange color, and his clothes were hunting. He stared at Shen Aotian and commented.

"Everyone, he is just a domineering peak god-cultivator. With so many of us, we can also kill him!" A group of god practitioners shouted among the group of god practitioners.

"Kill him!"

The practitioners of the gods are moved. Think about it. Shen Aotian is just a god practitioner at the peak of the top god and handsome. There are so many strong people here, and there are many people in the peak realm. Can't you beat a god practitioner?

Then, the practitioners roared one by one, carried swords, and attacked Shen Aotian.

The sword spirit fluttered, and dozens of sword spirits were cut to Shen Aotian, but they were smashed by him. However, he was also shocked by the arrogant force.

Shen Aotian's state was rampant, fluttering, his blood was floating, and his spirit was surging. He shouted loudly and stepped on the mysterious footwork. He came to the group of practitioners in a few steps, waved his iron fists, and went away to the practitioners.

The broken arms fluttered, and the blood splashed. Shen Aotian was like a wolf entering the sheep, killing rampantly. He was tireless, and his fist was as strong as a mountain. He smashed a priest's head, his feet were like iron stone, broke the bones and tendons stepped on by another god monk, and died tragically on the spot.

This is a terrible scene. Shen Aotian is like a demon god and has been raging on the spot. Few god practitioners can catch him more than three moves. All the god practitioners are shocked, and no god practitioners are not shocked.

"What is this boy from? How can he have such a domineering body? This blood is too rich. Looking at his appearance, I'm afraid there is no problem to support him for a day!" On the cliff, there are many gods. These are all gods who come here when they hear the news, or those who pass through here. They look at Shen Aotian in horror one by one, and it is really hard to believe the scene in front of them.

"It is said that this boy got the treasures of Xia Kang's divine palace. In the potential silence, he netted out most of the good things in it, so that all the gates are captured the boy and want to collect the treasures on him!" Some god practitioners revealed the movement and spread it in, causing all the practitioners in the secret land of Yuxiao to know about this matter at this moment. At this moment, they are staring at Shen Aotian and want to kill the gods to win the treasure.

"This is too cruel. Half of those practitioners are big disciples! He actually killed them all. Aren't you afraid of offending all sects? A Sanxiu stood in the void and muttered to himself.

"Well, since some big factions have issued a must-kill order, what about killing their disciples? This boy has something to do, otherwise, he won't be so careless!" A strong man stepped on the void and came to the side of Sanxiu and watched coldly.

"The identity of this boy has been identified for a long time. It is said that he is a god cultivater in the Xiaoyao Gate in the Yudi area!" Another god came, hung in the void, and said lightly.

"Hey, Shen Aotian doesn't know if he can live until the secret place of Yuxiao is closed. Do we want to take action?" I don't know how much, an old man in black, shot out two black rays in his eyes, penetrated the void, looked at the environment of the valley, and said respectfully to a young man in white.

"No, let's wait and see what happens. We have our own things to do. Have you found the traces of that thing?" The white-dressed man has a fair face and fair skin, which is no less than a woman.

"The young master, I didn't find it in fashion, but my subordinates said that it should be found soon!" The old man raised his eyes and bowed to the diviner in white.

"Let's check it as soon as possible. We have limited time. If we can't find it before the secret place of Yuxiao is closed this time, we just need to wait for the next 500 years!" The god in white said lightly, and then his body moved and disappeared in place.

The old man in black looked at the valley again, turned into a black smoke, and disappeared in place.