Limitless Sword God

“How can it be like this? No... no soul fluctuations? ”

The Patriarch squatted down in a hurry, pressed his hand against his body and closed his eyes. He seemed to be looking at the body, but the next second he suddenly drew his hand back and looked at the ancestors there in horror.

“You... what have you done to my brother? Why can't I feel his soul? Is this corpse... just an empty shell? And... why do you have so much power in this corpse, what have you done? ”

“Hahahahaha, idiots, do you really think I've been standing next to the body of the Holy One for so many years just to stop him from being reborn? You are so wrong, I have been refining the Holy Body of Demons for many years. If I completely deprive him of his power, I can become the god of creation in all the worlds!! Nothing will destroy me, even the fierce sword will bow at my feet, hahahahahaha...”

Yuan Zuhaha laughed, but his voice was like a sharp knife, stabbed in the poor heart of the Patriarch.

It turns out that everything is wrong. It is impossible for the Holy Spirit to be resurrected at all. His body has been altered by his ancestors. Even if the soul is resurrected, it cannot be attached to the flesh and resurrected. Unless another body is created, but if so, the Holy Spirit will be lost in its entirety.

Poor face is extremely ugly, in the current situation, he can no longer control, all hope is ruined, things will no longer go the way he thinks.

After all these years of hard work, it's all in vain...

“Lord, if you cannot resurrect the Holy Spirit, you must leave now! ”

Su Yun drank low. As a result, he was naturally disappointed, but now he cannot resurrect the Demon Holy. The original ancestors are powerful, and he cannot resist it. If he does not leave, he is afraid to stay here.

“Go? No, not yet! ”

The Patriarch seemed to have something in mind. He suddenly turned around and looked to Su Yun: “Demon King, you quickly enter the body of the Demon Holy, find the Soul of the Demon Holy, see if he has any way! ”

The Patriarch doesn't seem to have given up yet!

“Into the Sacred Body of Demons? ”

“Brother's body is actually a small world, his soul will sleep in it, you have a fierce sword smell, more sword of extinction, will definitely wake him up, brother is resourceful, he must have a way, you do it quickly, I will block this man for you! ”

The Patriarch shouted loudly, then rushed straight to the ancestors.

If the Patriarch refuses to give up, Su Yun won't just leave. If you make a decision, try your best!

Su Yun nodded, afraid to hesitate, and immediately approached the demonic body.

“Delusion!! ”

Original ancestors over there also seemed to be in a hurry, shouting and pounding, but his body was not close yet, and he was forced to retreat by the slap of poverty. Poor people had the peak strength of the divine realm, and the intense creative power of Yao Tianhai was trembling all over him.

“You may not be as strong as your brother, but you can do a few tricks in front of me, but I don't know how long you can last! I'll chop you up later, refine your soul, but I can make it better. ”

Original ancestors stared at the Patriarch's impoverishment, coldly said.

“Chop me up? I'm afraid you can't! ”

Poor and sudden, his eyes were red, his orbits spilled blood directly, and his whole body climbed up a lot of blood red veins.

Snoring, snoring, snoring....

Weird voices rang, and at this moment, the impoverished skin seemed to be breathing, and a rush of demonic weather broke out, instantly covering the whole desert island, as if it were being dragged into the afterlife.

The pupils of the original ancestors were enlarged and their faces were incredible.

“You... actually burn your own demon blood??” The demonic blood burns, able to unleash all its power, including its potential, etc., all sacrificed, without any reservations, the demon is a crazy existence, which the original ancestors know better than anyone, but he did not expect to do so, as the demonic blood burns constantly, the atmosphere around the poor begins to rise wildly, there are hidden signs of breakthrough.

The ancestors bit their teeth and rushed up suddenly, punching them towards the poor head.

But just as his fist approached the impoverishment, a demonic roar erupted.

“Get lost!”

The waves shook him straight away.

Then a sound of the Hung bell that deterred the world erupted from the poor body of the Patriarch, like the sound of awakening, shocking the heart, and at this moment, the whole fairy world heard it in the underworld.

This is the sound of a breakthrough, even if it is only a temporary breakthrough, but it also proclaims the power of the world's people, and yet another man holds the power of his ancestors.

Burning all the demon blood, the Patriarch's impoverishment now has the power of eternity! This is incredible.

The ancestors looked ugly, stared at the poor, and the killing intent in their eyes was extremely intense.

“Even so, what? You are burning with demonic blood, guided by potential. The power of your original ancestors is not long-term. When your demonic blood is drained, you will be restored to its original form. Without the support of demonic blood, your potential is exhausted, your talents will be lowered to the lowest point. From now on, you will only have the strength to seal the peak of the divine realm, and you will never be able to grow again!!! ”

So what? ”

The Patriarch shouted in disgrace: "You caused my brother to die today!! Whatever it takes to kill you doesn't matter! Die!! ”

Poverty rushes to the forefathers and demons like thousands of armies and horses.

Yuanzu snorted: “Even if you now have the strength of your ancestors, what can you do? I am a man who has been in the kingdom of the original ancestors for a long time, and you are new here, and the original ancestors are strong and weak, and you, the weakest one, do you really think you and I are the same cultivators? You're wrong! You're still very weak in front of me, and that won't change! You're not qualified to kill me! ”

Poor people drank loudly, the sound waves swept everywhere, all immortals inside and outside the deserted island were affected, the peak of the Spiritual Xuan God was directly shocked to death, and the presence of ruins was also oral spitting blood seriously injured, even the existence of a sealed divine realm could not be spared.

“Heavenly Demon God Palm!! ”

The whole island was instantly filled with cracks as the poor slapped the demons into the sky and turned into the shadow of the demons.

Yuan Ancestor's body moved, instantly moved away, finger by finger, struck out all kinds of Olympic power, the power stacked, like waves, horror, horror, hands waved, the magic rose, forming a huge fist in front of him, raw broke that power.

The desert islands have begun to split apart. The people on the islands are retreating wildly. The battle of the gods, extraordinary people can intervene, even if they can't see it. Accidentally, the gods can kill them.

But at this moment, Su Yun, has fully entered the body of the Magic Holy Body, and the Patriarch's poverty has opened the small world in the body of the Magic Holy Body.

In the small world, there is no magic in the holy body of the demon. This is a dark world. There is a world, but there is no sun or moon. The wind is blowing. Su Yun steps on the darkened earth and walks aimlessly.

The original ancestors are already close to the existence of creation, and they want to create a new world, the new interface, it is definitely not too difficult. After entering the original ancestral state, the Magic Holy Spirit transforms its flesh into a small world. After the small world is born, its power does not need the pulse of creation and the eye of creation. The energy of the small world will live indefinitely. As long as its vital characteristics exist, the small world will remain forever. Over time, more and more powerful living spirits will emerge in the small world, which will also make its power stronger until it becomes a true ancestor of creation.

However, when the Holy Spirit was sealed, his little world was basically abandoned, and everything that was born here became ashes with the dust of time.

The wind blew more than once. Su Yun took a deep breath and walked slowly. However, he had not yet taken a few steps. He smelled a slightly more intense power of his soul in his nostrils.

He trembled and ran along this power, not ten miles away, and a giant mountain of spirit appeared in his gaze.

The spiritual mountain emits a faint light, adding a color to this dark heaven and earth. Su Yun gazed. Up and down the spiritual mountain, they were all wrapped with powerful soul power, and the power of powerful soul seemed to resonate with their own soul.

This must be the Holy Soul of Demons!

Su Yun immediately rushed to the past, pulled out the sword to extinguish the heavens, and attached a hint of fierce sword to the blade.

After entering the realm of Fengshen, Su Yun could easily control the smell of the fierce sword, but if he was invaded by the smell of the fierce sword, even his realm could not resist.

However, the great Mountain of Spirit remains the same, with no slight change.

Su Yun stunned and seemed to sense something. He immediately landed on Lingshan. He reached out and pressed his hand against Lingshan and felt the situation inside with his eyes closed. The next second, his face looked difficult.

Undead?

This vast mountain of spirits, just an illusion, is a false image deliberately created, and it cannot be the Holy Spirit at all.

What's the matter with this?

Su Yun looked around and his eyes flashed. He seemed to think of something. He jumped and flew into the sky.

Soon, his heart was completely shaken.

It was only after the ascent of man at high altitude that it was discovered that countless spiritual mountains appeared around this mountain, and that the power of the soul between each spiritual mountain did not merge, and they were arranged and scattered throughout this small world.

What's the matter with this?

Su Yun jumped all the way to the other spiritual mountains and discovered that the power of these spiritual mountains was also imaginary. Everything seemed like an illusion. It was hard to tell the truth from the false...

His eyes flashed, he quickened, he circled around the little world, and soon his mind sank.

Four hundred spiritual mountains!

Moreover, from the position and sequence of their arrangement, it does not at all resemble a formation boundary.

Are these the holy works of the devil? Soul of the Devil's Holy Spirit, where do you sleep?