Chapter 447
At this time, the prison masters invited by Vivian were like straw bags and dared not say much.
Mingyu did not say anything as he did not receive any instructions from Zong Tianming.
On the contrary, it was Zong Tianming himself, with the body of Yang Xiaosheng, staring at Xie Qisha with bell-like eyes.
After noticing this unfriendly gaze, Xie Qisha instantly became murderous.
If it weren’t for those old guys at the peak of the third transformation who were watching closely.
I'm afraid that with Xie Qi Sha's temper, he will kill Yang Xiao Shengge on the spot!
But even if he didn't do it openly.
But he didn't give up the sinister tricks in the dark.
He blinked at Zong Tianming.
Immediately, hidden murderous intent like seven poisonous snakes penetrated into Zong Tianming's body from his eyes.
Xie Qisha's mouth curled up, revealing a sinister smile.
After being hit by the evil Seven Snakes Killing Move, the brave and courageous Saint-level Sheep Xiaosheng in front of him was doomed to die.
As long as he had a thought, he could make these seven poisonous snakes transformed from murderous intent explode in the holy soul of the ungrateful Saint-level Sheep-Headed Saint in front of him.
His fate can be said to be determined by his thoughts.
"The princess is so beautiful, why would she hang out with these ants?"
"Why don't you come with me? Although I, Xie Qi Sha, am not as good as those old monsters, I am also a top-notch strong man among the younger generation."
In his eyes, the Little Sheep Saint was no different from a dead person, so he began to invite Vivian again.
Everyone knows that if Vivian agreed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, for Zong Tianming, the Evil Seven Kills was obviously not strong enough.
As soon as the seven poisonous snakes transformed by murderous intent entered his body, they were firmly controlled by the five masters of the divine court.
In addition, two golden figures transformed from the Seal of the God of Nothingness sit on top of it.
It couldn't cause any waves at all.
Although Zong Tianming, who transformed into the Little Saint Sheep, could not escape the sight of those veteran great saints, he could still hide it from him.
These two points alone are enough to show that Xie Qisha still has a long way to go to reach those top-level Great Saint Lords.
Vivian bit her lip.
Among those present, only the focused Zong Tianming and those great saints at the peak of the third transformation could ignore the Evil Seven Kills.
But Vivian couldn't do that and was under tremendous pressure at the moment.
It is neither should nor should it be.
At this time, there were only a few hours left before the Wansheng Tower was opened.
Just when the evil seven kills were entangled.
The Ninth Domain continent suddenly shook slightly.
This is a huge shock.
Those great saints who had originally closed their eyes to rest, opened their eyes one after another.
Although the Ninth Realm Continent is the smallest among the nine realms of the strange world, it is first-class in terms of solidity.
Not only is it located at the end of the pillar of foundation, but it also has the attribute suppression of the other eight realms and continents.
The only thing that can make the Ninth Realm continent shake is the powerful arrival of those great saints at the peak of their powers.
He comes with bad intentions!
A pressure suddenly descended from the sky on the entire Ninth Realm continent.
It was as if every saint was facing a powerful sword.
"Drink the Holy Sword Intention..."
The Harsh Saint stood up slowly.
The expression on his face did not change, he remained as calm as before.
The person who came was also his old enemy.
"This fellow, Sword Demon, whom the Lord of Purgatory tried to kill several times but failed. Instead, he got a great opportunity and was promoted to the peak of the third transformation."
He muttered to himself.
It's like Buddha whispering.
The next moment, infinite sword intent descended from the sky.
It crisscrosses as if it wants to cut through everything, it is extremely domineering!
Judging from the posture, he was going to give a warning to the tens of thousands of Saint Lord-level powerhouses and more than a dozen peak Great Saint Lords present at the same time.
Those supreme beings would naturally not allow this to happen.
"Sword Demon, you are too arrogant. The opening of the Wansheng Tower is a big deal. How can I allow you to mess with it?"
The Holy Prince held a large brush in his hand, and the fate book rose into the air.
The other great saints also stood up and used various methods to disperse the sword energy in the sky.
Until the sword energy dissipated.
Then a tall figure, carrying a Holy Drinking Sword covered with holy patterns, appeared casually.
He held the jade wine gourd in one hand, drank the fine wine, and laughed wildly.
"You old turtles, your real bodies are either taking advantage of the opening of the Wansheng Tower to explore the three restricted areas, or going to the Holy Ruins Small World to do some shameful things."
"You think you can scare me with just these projections?"
"Unfortunately, the old guy from Purgatory is not here!"
"I will spare your original body today and kill these Holy Lords who have come here. I will just take this as a little interest!"
His words echoed throughout the entire Ninth Realm continent.
All the Saint Lord-level strongmen who were at the second transformation of the God Level were horrified.
Those great saints at the peak of their powers are merely incarnations?
Judging from his posture, the strength of this knife-wielding warrior is probably not inferior to those great saints.
Compared to his power.
Xie Qi Sha is a piece of shit.
The next moment, there was no sign of his movement.
The figure holding the knife gradually faded.
Instead, a figure holding a knife appeared in the sky above the central city.
The Holy Sword of Drinking was raised high.
The holy patterns on the blade flow continuously.
Before it even chopped down, it had already begun to madly absorb the surrounding holy energy.
The entire Ninth Realm continent began to shake continuously.
The space under the knife was cut open layer by layer.
The true face of the void was revealed.
Those layers upon layers seemed like endless layers of void.
How many locations and time and space are hidden in it.
Every big world is like a nesting doll.
After all, as long as one reaches the sixth level of Sainthood or above, regardless of whether or not one is recognized by Heaven, one can open up a cave in the void and establish a holy country.
In fact, the biggest gap between a true saint and a false saint, a true god and a false god is lifespan and strength. There is not much difference in other aspects, especially in establishing a holy country.
There were records of a holy country established by a false saint, which evolved into a small thousand worlds.
Let’s not talk about the gossip for now.
At this moment, this powerful man with a knife who suddenly appeared actually wanted to slaughter all the saints who came up by himself!
The space is completely distorted and time and space are completely disordered.
Things that did not belong to the Ninth Domain Continent actually began to float out from the cracks.
I wonder how many domains of space this blade has cut through!
And this is just the power of the aftermath.
All the Saint Lords were terrified. Even Xie Qisha and those geniuses from the strange world with powerful backgrounds drove their secret treasures away.
"This saint's attainments in swordsmanship are extraordinary."
"The sword intent in it seems pure, but it is actually complex. It even contains some of the aura of the Ten Thousand Gods Continent."
"That is the aura of the Sword God who has fallen in the Ten Thousand Gods Continent for many years."
"This person may have inherited the sword gods of both the Myriad Gods Continent and the Wonder World."
“And combining the two into one takes it a step further.”
"I kind of admire such arrogance!"
Zong Tianming looked up at the scene, folded his arms across his chest, and remained indifferent.
Instead, they started to criticize in their hearts.
The Demon Sword with a Draw Sword can be considered a new generation of powerful warriors from the strange world who have emerged in the past tens of millions of years.
Zong Tianming didn't know him, but that didn't stop him from admiring him.
At least he could see that this knife-wielding vicious saint was extremely incompatible with those peak great saints.
To the extent that he has to kill all the holy masters waiting to ascend by himself.
Among these holy lords, there are some true saints and ancient saints who possess the divine nature.
Although he is not as powerful as the Great Saint Lord at the peak of the third transformation, he is also a person of real power who occupies several small thousand strange worlds.
If he really succeeds, the middle and upper-level strength in the strange world will be almost destroyed by half.
Even if the passage to the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods is opened, it will be meaningless.
There are many old monsters at the peak of the third transformation of True Saint God in this strange world.
However, there are also many old monsters of various races hiding in the void in the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods.
Either conquer the planes, or retreat from the world to practice.
The Continent of Ten Thousand Gods is now in the midst of internal strife. The alien gods are a little more proactive, while the old monsters of the human race are becoming more reclusive.
However, once the strange world launches an invasion, the nature of the situation will be completely different.
It is estimated that many old guys will be born.
Although these great saints had already begun to make plans and secretly support some forces in the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods.
Or they may pretend to be friendly with some foreign races and reach some preliminary agreements.
However, the foundation of all this is still based on the fact that Qijie has sufficient strength.
Unfortunately, the sword-drawing demon is more domineering than strategic.
The Wansheng Tower is a grand event that occurs once every ten million years in the strange world.
Those peak great saints are all shrewd and calculating, and they are terrifying beings with countless thoughts in the blink of an eye. How could they be completely defenseless against the Ninth Realm Continent, the core of this wonderful world?
Although the Sword Demon pointed out in one sentence that the great saints present were just projections of their incarnations.
Their true bodies had long gone to a realm far away from the strange world.
However, these great saints remained calm.
He had already left many plans.
Even the nine realms of the strange world are actually a great geographical formation.
I saw the incarnation of the Holy King, with a righteous look on his face, and he was angry without even being intimidating.
The big brush was constantly waving in the void, filling up the void that was cut by the Drinking Saint's blade one by one.
"Where is Lan Hong Wu Ming?"
"This saint is so bold and reckless that he attempts to destroy the order of the strange world!"
"When your soul is captured and thrown into the eighteenth level of the strange world, you will suffer repeatedly and never be able to be reborn!"
His voice was loud and clear, like a verdict.
No one dared to question his authority.
"Obey the Holy King's order!"
Two voices, one yin and one yang, came from a distance, seemingly near and far, and it was impossible to guess their exact directions.
Everything changes in an instant.
In the sky, the arrogant sword demon suddenly put away his sword and swung it from left to right.
Two figures, one blue and one red, suddenly appeared beside him.
There was no aura leaking from his body.
But all the saints present were afraid.
They were the two most capable generals under the Holy King of Qijie, Lan and Hong Wuming.
According to legend, just like the Fate Book, it possesses a certain innate power of fate.
Hong Wu is named Xie Bian, which is Yang.
Shi Ming has a smiling face, is tall and thin, has a red face, and a long tongue. On his head, there are four characters written on his hat: "一见生财". He expresses gratitude and brings good luck to those who respect the gods. He is respectfully called "活无命", "红爷", "七爷", etc. He absorbs the Yin spirits of men and disperses the Yin spirits of women.
Holding a red mourning stick and a soul-binding chain.
Lan Wu was named Fan Wujiu (or Wushe), who was of Yin nature.
He has a fierce face, a broad and fat body, a small and blue face, and the four characters "天下太平" (Peace in the World) are written on his official hat, meaning that there will be no pardon for those who disobey the law and are guilty. He is respectfully called "Ai Ye", "Lan Ye" and "Ba Ye". He absorbs the Yang soul from women and disperses the Yang soul from men.
Holding a blue mourning stick and a soul-binding chain.
Previously, at the gateway leading to the fourth realm continent from the third realm continent, Lan Wuming let Zong Tianming go.
This made Zong Tianming vaguely feel that these two might have some connection with Lan Hong Wuming, one of the city god ghosts in the legend of Earth.
But all of this is just speculation, and on Earth these are just legends.
But here, it really exists.
Two lifeless ones, one blue and one red, one crying and one laughing, one yin and one yang,
It represents that blue and red have no life, crying and laughing have no life, and yin and yang have no life.
With the joint efforts, it will not be a problem to capture the Great Saint Lord who is at the peak of the third transformation.
All I saw was Lan and Hong Wuming making evil smiles or crying.
Then, each sword demon threw out a soul-locking chain in front and behind him.
They grabbed each other and used the soul-locking chain to deal with each other.
With a strong pull, the sword demon was locked.
The Holy Soul was suppressed in an instant, and most of its power was reduced.
Then, two mourning sticks, one blue and one red, smashed towards his head at the same time.
These two sticks were not like the Holy Drinking Sword, which triggered all kinds of terrifying strange phenomena.
But it's just mediocre.
But it also contains the power of destiny.
It even made the Sword Demon feel a sense of crisis of death.
"Lan Hong Wu Ming, Soul Locker?"
"I think it's just that!"
"It's not that easy to kill me, the Sword Demon!"
The sword demon was not only not afraid, but became even more ferocious.
When two mourning sticks were about to fall on your head.
The infinite sword intent unexpectedly appeared out of thin air again.
"Nine Sword Drawing Styles, First Sword!"
The Holy Sword soared into the sky, drawing the simplest and most plain horizontal sword style.
At the same time, the mysterious mourning sticks were set aside.
In the void, a number of sword-like mandalas were drawn out.
These sword energy mandalas grow stronger with every rotation.
In the end, it turned into a mandala blade grinding wheel and crushed Lan Hong Wuming instead.
“Bold!”
The two ghost generals shouted at the same time.
This demon with a drawn sword is truly audacious and presumptuous. If he did not have some strength, how could he dare to threaten so arrogantly to slaughter all the Holy Lords who came here?
The soul-binding chains in their hands did not loosen.
He just pulled out the mourning stick and smashed it towards the mandala blade grinding wheels.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Muffled sounds echoed in the sky.
It was accompanied by a surge of holy power colliding, as violent as a torrential rain, washing away everywhere.
This is the powerful holy power that emanated from the Sword Demon's sword style under the blow of the mourning stick.
The Drinking Saint Sword was originally a sword that could ward off evil spirits. It could swallow ghosts and devour saints, and it was notorious in the strange world.
The holy power contained therein is truly endless.
At this moment, facing the mourning stick, the dissipated holy power was like a wave.
It also contained a lot of Lan Hong Wu Ming's fate power, which all impacted the Wansheng Tower together.
"Nine Sword Drawing Styles, Second Style!"
I saw the mandala blades and grinding wheels being smashed to pieces.
The Sword Demon was not angry. He glanced at the Tower of Victory and instead revealed an unfathomable smile.
He slowly performed the second move again!
The horizontal sword turned into a vertical chop, splitting one into two, two into four...
Finally, it turned into millions of swords, carrying billions of tons of power, and fell down!
(End of this chapter)
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