In the air:
The resplendent sword light that Whitebeard had turned into started to withdraw its brilliance, and a perfect crystal appeared on its surface. The light of the Sword Dao's profundities flowed endlessly.
"Little Sword Saint!"
The smile on White Beard's face was still there. His flesh and blood started to become transparent.
The smile on his face was somewhat transcendent and carefree. It first swept across the people from Heaven Sword Pavilion, then across the people within the Building of Refinement.
Among them:
White Beard's gaze landed on Zhao Feng, and he nodded his head in a friendly manner.
"His Intent of the Sword has surpassed himself, and he's given up on life …."
Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel respect.
Before this, Zhao Feng could faintly feel that the Little Sword Saint's Intent of the Sword was at least at the level of a peak Emperor or even a Mystic Light Realm Sacred Lord.
However:
The Mystic Light Realm was different from the Void God Realm. This wasn't just about the soul; it was more about the physical dimension.
This meant that even if one's soul reached that level, it wouldn't be easy to break through to the Mystic Light Realm.
And now:
Zhao Feng couldn't see through White Beard's Dao of the Soul anymore.
However, he was sure.
White Beard's mastery of the Sword had surpassed any expert that Zhao Feng had ever seen, including the Sword Dao Emperors of the True Martial Sacred Land.
White Beard's flesh and blood started to fade like melting snow.
"You … what did you say to Senior Sword Saint!?"
The black-robed girl and company from Sky Sword Pavilion looked at Zhao Feng with enmity and dissatisfaction.
Originally:
White Beard's physical lifeforce hadn't reached its end yet.
However, because of what Zhao Feng said, White Beard's lifeforce was fading even faster.
"Unfortunately, your life and soul have reached the end under the stimulation of the final combustion. Otherwise, you would've just needed to take over another body or create a new one, and it wouldn't have been a problem for you to become an Emperor or a Mystic Light Realm Sacred Lord. "
Zhao Feng said regretfully.
It was hard to take over another body with just a strong Intent or Remnant Soul.
Intent or Remnant Soul was the mental energy that was formed from the foundation of the soul, and it contained the comprehension of laws.
However, a will or remnant thought did not represent a soul.
In order to be reborn, the minimum requirement was a soul, a remnant soul, or at least a soul fragment.
The Demigod Kun Yun's Blood Rebirth was something he had cultivated when he was still alive. He had imprinted the aura of his soul into every inch of his Immortal Sacred Body.
Therefore …
The Demigod Kun Yun only needed a drop of blood and a wisp of remnant thought to revive.
As for the Little Sword Saint, his life and soul had reached the end of their lifespan under the stimulation of Immolate.
His transcendent Soul Path Sword Intent was born from this foundation.
"Being able to comprehend the Soul Sword Profundity that surpasses my lifetime, this old man can die without regrets!"
Before disappearing, Whitebeard showed the last trace of a satisfied smile.
Buzz!
In the next moment, a crystal-clear and perfect spiritual sword shadow, with the outline and aura of Whitebeard, merged into the ancient divine artifact, the rusted copper sword.
Whoosh!
The tattered sword of the Ancient God waved and created a layer of cold green sword shadow. The undefiable power of the Sword Dao forced everyone nearby to retreat.
But this time, even though the Ancient God's remnant sword had tyrannical power, it didn't release it and didn't hurt anyone.
"Senior Sword Saint!"
The black-robed girl from Sky Sword Pavilion was surprised as she held the tattered sword in her hand.
At this moment:
Everyone's gaze landed on the black-robed girl.
"This girl actually obtained an Ancient God weapon!"
"This Mo Dongyao is the top genius of the Sword Dao in Sky Sword Pavilion. Her talent in the Sword Dao is only below the Little Sword Saint."
Everyone's gazes landed on the black-robed girl.
The black-robed girl was Mo Dongyao, the prodigy of the Sword Dao of the new generation of Sky Sword Pavilion.
Before this, she had lost to Zhao Yufei because she was slightly weaker.
However, after the Little Sword Saint died, everyone looked at Mo Dongyao with greed in their eyes.
What kind of impact would an Ancient God weapon have if it fell into the hands of a lord dynasty?
Even if it was a tattered Ancient God weapon, it was still the domain of Gods, and it involved the Heavenly Divine Realm.
Of course.
Normal forces definitely wouldn't be able to keep an Ancient God weapon.
The only forces that had the ability were the imperials and Sky Suspension Palace.
"Ancient God weapon … probably not even the Great Gan imperials have one."
The Thirteenth Prince's eyes were fiery.
Just think about it, if he could bring the substandard God Weapon out and hand it over to the imperial family, he would have a greater chance of winning in the competition for the position of Saint Emperor.
"Let's go."
Zhao Feng suddenly spoke as he walked out of the Building of Refinement with Nan Gongsheng.
Zhao Feng wasn't very interested in Ancient God weapons.
At least, he wasn't very interested in them right now.
For normal Kings and Emperors, a substandard God weapon could cause a lot of trouble, let alone an Ancient God weapon.
Those that weren't three-star or four-star forces wouldn't be able to keep the tattered sword.
The moment Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng turned around was when the Thirteenth Prince was about to attack.
Weng ~ ~
All of a sudden, a dazzling white sword aura appeared behind the black-robed girl, Mo Dongyao.
The white sword-light radiated an immortal Soul Sword Intent that seemed to be able to slash through Heaven and Earth.
"Arghhh!"
With the imperials as the leader, some of the Kings with evil intentions felt their hearts hurt, and their souls were like candles in the wind that could be extinguished at any moment. Fear and despair appeared in their hearts.
"Hmph!"
The outline of a cold, powerful, and white-bearded figure appeared in the half-transparent sword-light.
"Spare me! Senior Sword Saint, spare me! "
The Kings with evil intentions felt as if they were facing the Little Sword Saint at his peak and facing an Ancient God weapon.
In that instant:
The King geniuses within the Building of Refinement felt their souls become miniscule.
Even someone as strong as Xuanyuan Wen's Soul Intent shook, and he was like a small tree being covered by a tornado.
"A pure soul-based attack …. Is this the Intent of the Soul Sword?"
Zhao Feng murmured.
What was even more incredible was that:
"Mo Dongyao" was cold and emotionless. The tattered Ancient God sword in her hand gave off an undying green sword-light, and the terrifying pressure of the Ancient God sword suppressed everyone present.
The hearts of some of the Kings jumped, and they couldn't even think about rebelling.
"How is this possible? That Mo Dongyao can control the tattered Ancient God sword …!?"
The Thirteenth Prince's face was pale-white, and he couldn't breathe.
At this moment, if Mo Dongyao wanted to, she could kill him with just one thought.
Even normal Emperors wouldn't dare to fight against "Mo Dongyao" head-on.
"The true owner of the tattered Ancient God sword is the White Beard in his Soul Sword form. That Mo Dongyao is just a physical vessel. "
Senior Martial Brother Zhuge took a deep breath.
The White Beard had received the acknowledgment of the tattered Ancient God sword, and he had even turned into a Soul Sword and merged with it!
This meant that:
The White Beard could control the Ancient God weapon if he wanted.
From a certain perspective, the White Beard was a unique sword spirit with its own consciousness.
"Little Friend!"
An old voice sounded from the half-transparent sword-light behind Mo Dongyao.
"Hmm?"
Zhao Feng's footsteps stopped.
He turned around and looked at Mo Dongyao. He was sure that the voice was calling him.
"Senior Sword Saint, what can I do for you?"
Zhao Feng didn't dare to be slow.
Although the White Beard had given up his life, he was in a different form, and his strength was countless times stronger than when he was alive.
"Little Friend."
The old voice sighed, "There's still twenty days before the Black Serpent Dragon will charge into Xie Yang Palace. At that time, no one will be able to survive. I hope that you can help everyone resolve this crisis. "
Hearing that:
Everyone present was surprised, and their hearts shook after thinking about it.
The Little Sword Saint was a transcendent existence, but he put his "hope" on one of the Demonic Duo?
This person wasn't Xuanyuan Wen or one of the three imperials. It was this wicked youth who was famous for robbing others.
However, they had to admit:
Even now, all the Kings present were unable to see through this demonic youth, and they were filled with wariness and wariness.
"Me?"
Zhao Feng laughed, as if he had heard a joke.
His expression seemed to be saying, "Aren't you being a little childish by asking a wicked person to save the world?"
"I don't know your background, but I believe that you have a higher chance than anyone else. This isn't just my intuition, it's also the intuition of the Ancient God weapon. "
The old voice said in a solemn tone.
Ancient God weapon?
Zhao Feng's heart shook. Could this tattered Ancient God sword sense the existence of his Ninth God's Eye?
His left eye bloodline came from an ancient god.
Ancient Divine Weapons, on the other hand, were in the realm of Heavenly Deities and were weapons of Gods.
"If you can escape with the group from Sky Sword Pavilion, I will owe you a favor." This old man will owe you a favor. "
"Okay, it's a promise."
A light flashed through Zhao Feng's eyes.
Zhao Feng's eyes flashed. Although the Little Sword Saint's life had come to an end, his current state was probably even more terrifying.
Furthermore.
The power of Zhao Feng alone wasn't enough to resolve the Black Destruction Serpent Dragon's calamity.
A while later:
The leaders of the forces gathered in front of the Building of Refinement.
This time, Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng weren't alone; they were in the group as well.
"That Purple Crystal Tower is the center of Xie Yang Palace …."
Zhao Feng said.
Everyone's gazes were fixed on the majestic Amethyst Pagoda that pierced through the clouds.
The tower was at the very center of Xie Yang Palace, and the terrifying pressure it gave off made the hearts of the Kings shake.
"The key to the Yuan Sealing Divine Chains and the core of the God's Forbidden Array might be in that area."
Senior Martial Brother Zhuge said.
The danger of the Black Destruction Serpent Dragon was getting closer and closer. No one was in the mood to explore the other treasures in the God Palace.
Maybe.
Not even one-tenth of the treasures in Xie Yang Palace had been explored.
However, no matter how much they obtained, what was the point if they couldn't leave alive?
"Let's go!"
The Great Gan Imperials' team was the first to leave and fly towards the Amethyst Pagoda.
The groups from Sky Suspension Palace, the Duanmu Family, and the other forces all headed toward the same destination.
"Let's go."
Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng also headed straight toward the Purple Crystal Tower.
The difference was:
The group from Sky Sword Pavilion followed behind the Purple-Haired Demonic Duo.
"If it weren't for Senior Sword Saint's orders, I wouldn't have followed these two wicked bastards."
Mo Dongyao's expression was cold and slightly unwilling.
However, the group from Sky Sword Pavilion felt a weird sense of safety when they followed the Purple-Haired Demonic Duo.
"We're getting closer and closer. The summoning of that power …."
The purple-and-blood-colored mark on Nan Gongsheng's forehead was bright and bewitching, and it gave off a burning feeling. It was as if there was a second heart beating within the mark.
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