Chapter 442
These blades are like a violent storm.
In an instant, even the six suns hanging high above the ninth realm were obscured.
However, these blades are not like rain, they will only wet your body when touched.
If it really happens, it would be fatal.
Green, Red and Wuming attacked together and fought with the Sword Saint for a round, but they were unable to gain any advantage.
On the contrary, this sword master became more and more courageous as the battle went on.
His sword style is not profound, but extremely simple and plain.
However, the power of each move has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world.
"There is no life in all realms, no life in heaven and earth, and no life in the soul-seeking realm."
"Once your soul is hooked, you will never live again!"
Luhong Wuming suddenly started singing a strange ballad while crying and laughing.
At that moment, the chains that bound the Sword Saint became hooks.
At the same time, above the Sword Saint's head, a green and red figure with the same shape as him was caught.
It turned out to be the original holy soul of the Sword Saint.
However, those billions of blades did not dissipate.
Instead, he changed direction and slashed at the Sword Saint himself.
Billions of blades pierced through his body, not only cutting his holy soul, but also knocking the soul-binding chains off.
The air was filled with the clanging sounds of metal colliding.
The aftermath of the collision alone can vibrate the void and create a "bubble".
These bubbles are the result of powerful forces expanding in the space layer.
The result of pure power expansion.
If the incarnations of the Great Saints had not joined forces to set up a mysterious defensive formation, the aftermath alone would have been enough to destroy the classical city of the Ninth Realm.
After these blades shook the chains apart, the holy soul of the Sword Saint re-entered his body.
Those blades seemed to cut through the Holy Soul, but in fact they did not hurt the Sword Saint at all.
Instead, Luhong Wuming suffered a great shock.
The soul-binding chains in his hands loosened and he retreated repeatedly.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this Green and Red Lifeless seemed no match for the Sword Saint.
Although the sword style is simple, it has a sense of breaking all obstacles with one force.
The projection incarnation of the Holy King of the Strange World left here was not surprised at all.
His face was calm and his dignity remained unchanged.
"The flower of the other shore, the road of reincarnation, the soul is immortal, how can it return home?"
"The Yellow Springs and the Forgotten River, we will part ways and live our lives in peace."
The Holy King muttered slowly.
Upon hearing this, Lu, Hong and Wuming looked at each other.
His figure flashed and turned into two rivers, one black and one white.
In an instant, the Demon Sword Saint with the drawn sword was caught in it.
One yin and one yang, just like the separation of fate.
The power of destiny seemed to be wiped out on the body of the Sword Saint.
“Hmm…”
A slight groan of pain came from it.
This was the only sound uttered by the Sword Saint during the fight so far.
Apparently, this green and red river also took its toll on him.
This green and red river is not the magical power of the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods to the strange world.
But it comes from another dimension, the so-called supernatural power of the underworld.
It simulates the underworld where no living people can cross, only the souls of the dead.
It is also known as the Nine Nether Spring.
It carries the fate and cause and effect of all living beings in a large dimension.
It turns out that there is also a strange world here.
Unfortunately, after the Strange World was sealed by the Dragonless God King, the reincarnation path of the creatures on the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods to the Strange World was cut off and the Yellow Spring dried up.
However, there is a legend that once recorded that the Holy King of the Strange World and Luhong Wuming were not holy heads born by the Strange World itself.
Instead, he is a powerful being who crossed over from another era outside the tree and possesses the power of fate.
This green and red river is a copy of the magical power of Huangquan.
It is considered one of the ultimate skills of Green and Red Wuming.
It is no problem to detain a great saint at the peak of the third level of transformation inside it.
A strong man at the peak of the third transformation of the True Holy God is already the pinnacle of combat power in a world. Although it is difficult to kill him in a short period of time, it is not a problem to block him in the green and red river.
The Sword Saint seemed to be truly under control.
In the sky, two green and red rivers wrapped around a tall figure, flowing endlessly.
From time to time, there would be a wave of aftermath of power that would ripple out and be completely absorbed by the Wansheng Tower.
Zong Tianming looked calm, but not as nervous as the other saints.
He looked at the Wansheng Tower, and then at the Sword Saint who was completely sealed by the green and red rivers.
It seems that something unusual has been discovered.
The Tower of All Victory seemed to absorb all the dissipated power.
Moreover, after absorbing the power of several battle aftermaths, it actually began to radiate light.
"This saint's target does not seem to be the Holy Lord present."
"It's the Tower of Victory."
He pondered silently in his heart.
The Wansheng Tower has a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine floors.
Every thousand layers has an independent small world space.
The environment there is extremely similar to the ancient times after the creation of the world, so it can give birth to precious treasures.
Every time the Wansheng Tower is opened, new treasures are born in the small world space that has been closed for tens of millions of years.
Theoretically, there are a total of ten thousand-layer spaces.
The tenth thousand-layer space is the legendary heaven.
It’s a pity that no one has ever been able to reach the summit, so this is just speculation.
But each time, the thousand-layer space is equivalent to an ancient Taoist temple, with countless treasures, and it is real.
Even if you cannot reach the top, as long as you climb up gradually and explore several thousand-layer spaces, it is a sure win.
However, this Sword Master obviously does not just want to search for treasure.
In all likelihood, they are certain that they will tamper with the Wansheng Tower itself.
This saint looks big and strong, and he will fight if he disagrees with something. But in fact, he is smart and there is conspiracy hidden in his mind.
Below, the incarnation of the six-armed Avici Lord also noticed that something was wrong.
It is no secret that the Tower of Victory can absorb power.
But he found that the Sword Saint seemed to be intentionally guiding the power and infusing it into the Tower of Wansheng.
There is a hint of the flavor of sacrifice.
Even if it is not a ritual, it is still the use of some secret technique unknown to everyone.
You must know that although this Wansheng Tower has stood in the strange world for countless epochs.
No one can reach the top, no one can shake it, and no one can take it away.
But in essence, this Tower of Victory is also a magic weapon.
It’s just that its grade is unknown, obviously exceeding the Dao level known to everyone.
Since it is a magic weapon, there must be a way to drive it.
As long as you get the secret, even if you can't take it, there should be no problem with some manipulation.
"Oh no! Stop it! Set up the Heavenly Dao Canonization Array and seal off this area of space!"
The Avici Saint Lord roared loudly, and the green and red rivers stagnated.
"Hey, did you find out?"
"It's too late!"
“Hahahaha, thank you both for your original destiny power. It saved me a lot of energy!”
The Sword Saint's wild laughter was heard.
Suddenly, the entire strange world seemed to shake.
Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to the Wansheng Tower.
I saw the tower standing tall in the sky, emitting a bright luster.
Then the light became brighter, with endless divine light and rosy glow, brilliant and dazzling.
It is almost illuminating the entire world of Qijie.
At this moment, standing in the strange world, in any plane, one can see a Wansheng Tower shining with infinite light, standing in the center of the world!
The Wansheng Tower was opened ahead of schedule!
The light emitted by the Wansheng Tower illuminates the heavens.
That shadow of the tower appeared in the hearts of every saint.
All living beings looked at the Wansheng Tower with longing and admiration.
"clang!"
"clang!"
"clang!"
…
The long and melodious bell sounded slowly from the Wansheng Tower.
Spread across many worlds.
When the bell rings, the road to heaven opens.
Wansheng Tower is finally open!
It’s just that it arrived several hours earlier than the scheduled time!
A huge gate of light slowly emerged from the tower.
All the saints ignored the ferocious Ghost Sword Saint and rushed towards the light gate.
"Hehe, this tower has changed. The first person to enter will receive a huge benefit!"
"Knife ghost, sword without parallel!"
The Sword Saint snorted coldly, and the green and red river was directly cut in half by a holy sword.
Then, he moved his body, swung a sword energy at the saints who were rushing towards him, and was about to enter the light gate first.
Although the sword energy was released casually, its power should not be underestimated.
Thousands of Saint Lords were cut in half in an instant, and their power was greatly lost!
It was a horrific massacre.
At this moment, Zong Tianming also moved.
He stretched out his hand and rolled up Vivian and Hades in the blink of an eye.
He transformed into a six-armed super-ego body and rushed towards the Sword Saint with great power!
"Six-Armed Dragonless Divine Fist!"
The 810 million superego particles in the body lit up instantly, and the power of the first transformation of the 810 million divine realms gathered in the six-armed fist.
That’s not all.
The masters of the five internal organs in his body also punched out one by one.
He unleashed the Kuishui Fist, the Binghuo Fist, the Gengjin Fist, the Wutu Fist, and the Yimu Fist.
It is equivalent to a full-strength attack from the five true saints.
It even combined into a five-element formation. With the five forces circulating, the power not only did not decrease, but it was growing crazily.
No one could react to Zong Tianming's sudden move.
Only the Lord of Avici seemed to be prepared.
The Six-Armed Dragonless Fist and the Five Elements Fist are not resisted in this way.
Even the Ghost Sword Saint did not anticipate the sudden appearance of Cheng Yaojin.
“Damn it!”
"Nine Sword Drawing Styles, third style!"
He cursed angrily and stabbed at the six-armed fist shadow!
As a sword saint who had reached the peak of the third level, his strength should not be underestimated. He stabbed towards the Six-Armed Superego Divine Fist with his sword.
But it was shattered in the blink of an eye.
This guy's swordsmanship is extremely simple, but he didn't expect that Zong Tianming's boxing skills are even simpler.
It is simply the ultimate strength, without any fancy techniques or skills.
It is equivalent to 810 million god-level first-transformation strongmen punching with all their strength at the same time.
Together, they are almost unstoppable.
Sure enough, the next moment the blade was defeated by the fist.
Then the Five Elements Fist with five attributes suppressed it again.
The Sword Saint's body, which had been moving forward without stopping, suddenly slowed down.
Zong Tianming took the opportunity to speed up a little bit.
Before all the holy heads could react, he entered the light gate with Hades and Vivian.
The moment Zong Tianming entered.
A faint black smoke also rushed in with a whoosh.
"I want you to die!!!"
The Sword Saint's roar shook the earth.
The entire continent of the Nine Realms of the Strange World began to shake.
He finally stopped hiding his strength and used all his strength.
He swung the Holy Drinking Sword in his hand repeatedly.
He swung his sword so quickly, drawing it again and again, that it was almost impossible to see his movements.
One knife, two knives, three knives...
Millions of dollars, tens of millions of dollars, hundreds of millions of dollars...
These blades swept across the world with violent sword intent.
Not only did it split the Dragonless Divine Fist and the Five Elements Divine Fist into pieces.
The remaining blade light was like a razor, splitting the entire ancient city into pieces.
Many of the saints present were cut in half like mowing the grass.
After Zong Tianming entered, the light gate began to shake violently.
Become extremely unstable.
Originally, after the Wansheng Tower was opened, it would last for a week before being closed.
Now, within just a few breaths, there are signs of dissipation.
"Go! The opening of the Wansheng Tower will be accompanied by disasters. We will definitely gain a lot. Don't miss it."
“Let’s fight!”
Bai Jingjing, wearing the evil spirit flame armor, avoided the flying blades, gritted her teeth, took out a burning skull magic weapon, and activated it.
It transformed into a fiery red mark, passed through the sword light blockade, and entered the already extremely unstable light gate.
Several other geniuses, including Gui Qisha, also rushed into the light gate at the risk of their lives.
The light gate swayed and became half dim.
The Ghost Sword Saint went on a killing spree in the Ninth Realm Continent and hated Zong Tianming to the extreme.
By the time he pulled himself out, the light gate had completely faded.
This means that the entrance to Wansheng Tower is completely closed.
This situation almost made him go crazy.
One million years ago, when he was exploring an ancient secret realm, he was ambushed by the Lord of Purgatory.
He was seriously injured and almost died.
Fortunately, crises often bring opportunities and hope.
He actually obtained a part of the inheritance from the Sword God of the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods in that secret realm.
He himself is a being who has achieved sainthood through the sword.
He had previously obtained the holy divinity of the Sword Saint of the Strange World and the weapon he had forged himself, the Holy Drinking Sword.
He can draw his sword countless times in an instant, so he is called the sword-drawing ghost.
Now that he has inherited the Sword God's legacy, his strength has skyrocketed.
One god, one saint, because the knife resonates.
Combining the two into one produced a miraculous change.
His strength suddenly leapt to the peak of the third level.
Later, by chance, he obtained a method of offering sacrifices to the Tower of Wansheng deduced by an ancient great man.
It can be achieved through the mutual vibration of destiny power and holy power.
Forcefully open the Tower of Victory ahead of schedule.
The price is that the entrance will only last for a few breaths.
He had calculated everything and had long since found out about the plans of those great saints. He knew that their real bodies could not stay in the Ninth Realm, and he had planned to take advantage of this opportunity to monopolize the Tower of All Victory.
But I didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would appear halfway.
A peerless and powerful person who had never been heard of appeared.
The Six-Armed Dragonless Divine Fist and the Five Elements Divine Fist were so powerful that even the current Sword Master would feel extremely nervous if he were to take them on.
There was an unstoppable momentum in that punch.
It is somewhat similar to his sword-drawing technique.
They are all achieved by the superposition of forces in some way.
But it’s a bit too ridiculous to think about this kind of thing at this time.
The Tower of Wansheng is closed, and not even ten Holy Lords are able to enter.
This can be said to be the time with the least number of people entering in history.
Although the Sword Saint seems to be in a carefree state, he is actually facing many crises.
He has an irreconcilable hatred for those peak great saints.
Even the ancient giant cities in the Ninth Realm Continent were overturned.
Those saints who came to climb the tower were not completely wiped out, but nearly one floor was lost.
With such a big trap, those top-level great saints will not let him go.
The only option now is to escape.
As the Sword Saint's mind turned, he began to pass through the legendary portal, trying to escape from the Nine Realms Continent of the Qijie World.
(End of this chapter)
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