Storm of Kings

"What?" The two Sword Saints couldn't believe it.

Right in front of them, this nine-color sacred deer had no restrictions. It burned the blood of the whole body to rise to the realm of the holy king, and stabilized in an instant, becoming a true holy deer.

"Oh?" Zhou Lie felt ecstatic and said ecstatically: "Unexpectedly, you have sealed so much deer bone and deer blood. As for the deer stepping into the realm of the holy king, he has experienced calamity long ago. Play as a gangster again."

"Not good!" Tsing Yi Sword Saint was shocked, because no one knew better than him how important the deer bones and blood locked in the sword mound were.

That is the essence of the withered bone sword that bred ten thousand skeletons.

Taiyi School vigorously cultivated the nine-color god deer in order to press the strength of the sword mound into a section of the deer bone, so that with the help of the sword mound array, it can refine a unique monster sword in the world.

There should be changes to this sword in the follow-up, but it involves too a core secret, except for the elder Taishang and the other two seniors, no fourth person knows, but the Tsing Yi Sword Saint is an exception.

Those deer bones and deer blood are the ones who sealed the sword tomb with his own hands, so he has insight into the real situation of the Wankuu Withered Bone Sword. If one school gets the help of this sword, it will definitely be more and more powerful. The strong sect of the unit continued backwards.

As the Sword Master of Tai Sect, as long as the mentality is stable enough, one day he will be able to control the universe, but one should never encounter this evil animal.

"Hurry and stop him!" Tsing Yi Sword Saint was panting, his arms were being reborn, but his cultivation base had fallen too badly, and he could only hope that his companion would show off his power.

In a blink of an eye, a winding and twisted blood line appeared in the air, outlining complicated geometric figures converging towards the holy deer.

"Kill!" The Sword Saint moved. He had an instinct to prevent this beast from happening.

"Come, come!" Zhou Lie stepped on his hoof and stepped back. Following his call, Jianzhong's strong sword power accumulated for thousands of years suddenly burst into the nine-color sword energy.

"Boom..." Nine-color sword aura exploded, forming a small rain of swords.

Seeing this scene, Tsing Yi Juggernaut was taken aback, and immediately overjoyed.

"Okay, it turns out you don't have the strength to control such a huge sword power at all, but you are strong outside and inside."

Zhou Liehun didn't care, and said, "Is that right?"

A miracle happened in a blink of an eye, and the nine-color sword energy that had just been burst turned back, spinning around behind the holy deer, increasing its scale by at least 40%.

"How could this be so?" The two sword saints had extraordinary experience, but they couldn't understand the situation.

There are even more incredible things waiting ahead!

The formation plate hung on the high ground "clap crap", and then the unmatched sword power vented out, wrapped the holy deer inside, unexpectedly burst the nine-color sword aura again and again, and turned back again and again. It is extremely disturbing.

"This is reversing the time and cultivating the Nine Colors of Sword Qi, who are you?" The two Sword Saints figured it out, but after they figured it out, they were even more terrified and uncomfortable.

"I’m the demon Lord Zhou Lie, didn’t I tell you a long time ago? The two of you should pay attention, if the time kendo is to steal the gods and see Wang Guanghui, he won’t allow this to happen, so quickly notify the monk to escape. Right!"

"Devil Zhou, yes, you must be Devil Zhou." The Tsing Yi Sword Saint suddenly became stupid. He had secretly notified the three Sword Saints to come, and the Time Swordsmanship enmeshed Wang Guanghui?

At this moment, the Twenty-Six Wing Giant frowned slightly, and he suddenly gathered his gaze and stared at the Sacred Tower of Taiyimen Sword Tomb.

"Time? Zhou Lie, don't you think you are too greedy?"

The next moment, God saw that the king shot with all his strength, his brows burst out with immeasurable Xinjin Qi, and the thirteen pairs of wings behind his back led to the turbulence of time and space.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." Taiyimen Town sent to the Sword Tomb Sacred Tower cracked. At first, there was only one crack, and thousands of ways appeared in one breath, making the monks who sheltered in the Sacred Tower shiver.

"No..." Eighty percent of the pressure poured on Taiyi Sword Saint, the first Tsing Yi Sword Saint was broken, and the Sword Saint by his side followed suit for a few seconds.

There was a roar from the channel, and the three sword saints had just arrived after receiving an emergency call. Who knew the enemy brought such a terrifying rhythm?

The Three Sages burst into the inner universe at a critical moment, causing the sword energy in the holy tower to be vertical and horizontal, with dense formations, and the Tao shining, trying to calm the impact with the supreme cultivation.

However, they were still too tender, until their bodies shook into a cloud of blood mist without success.

The five clusters of blood mist made a soft sound.

One must know that one product can be immortal, and it is not an exaggeration to surpass the first product as being immortal. Blood rebirth is a routine operation, but the environment is not suitable for this.

Zhou Lie took a look and said lightly: "I won't kill you and others, but you were originally destined to die if you meet the gods and see the king. Whether you can get rid of the disaster depends on good fortune."

The implication is that I don't touch your cause and effect. Don't blame it when you die. It's God who sees the king's power. Whether you can survive by luck depends on good luck.

The five groups of blood mist kept shrinking, and Zhou Lie was terrified like a tiger and wolf, wishing to escape the holy tower immediately.

It is a pity that they fell into such a field, and escaped the holy tower would only die faster.

Regardless of these five sword saints who were struggling to resurrect, Zhou Lie turned to look at the scroll of destiny that no one else could see. It was only for these ten minutes that the king of God saw that the king had focused on one door, causing a storm of destiny here.

"Quite soon! This power of destiny has reached 230,000 points without knowing it. It seems that too much luck is prosperous. Once this sect is frustrated, the power of destiny that can be drawn is no small amount."

Zhou Lie felt that the nine-color deer received the deer blood, and said disgustedly: "It's too slow. It takes at least one month to refine it for normal absorption."

"I give you 30,000 powers of destiny, and see if it can inspire miraculous effects!" Between the thoughts, the scroll of destiny hung down 30,000 graces, adding to the battle protagonist.

As the saying goes, the world is the same force, Zhou Lie suddenly felt strange.

"Huh? It's really immediate. In just a few seconds, it has stimulated the two bloodline abilities of the Nine-color Deer clan."

"This first bloodline ability is ancestral return, which is similar to summoning ancestral spirits, but is different. During the return to ancestors, it has absolute control over all the bloodlines of the nine-color deer and can completely eliminate the rejection reaction."

"This second bloodline ability is called demon dyeing. It is somewhat similar to the disintegration of the heavenly demon. It is the same in normal times, but it is more appropriate at this moment."

Zhou Lie had an intuition that it only consumed 1,200 points of destiny to activate the two bloodline abilities. It seemed that he was using too much force, and there were 28,800 points of destiny waiting in line behind him.

"Return to ancestors!"

"Magic dye!"

The abilities of the two major bloodlines complement each other, producing a "simmering" sound like a long whale absorbing water.

Hungry!The deer became very hungry, and instantly emptied the deer bones and blood of the thirty-two sword mounds, and marched towards the middle of the saint king.

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