The Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation evolved in an instant.
There are countless spiritual masters in Dongtianwang City and Yunlun Mountains who have achieved enlightenment in one day.
After breaking through and waking up, these people looked at the complicated heavenly formations in the sky. They didn't even care about the stability of their realm, and their eyes were straight.
A hundred thousand miles of heavenly secret formation!
It was obviously only deployed over the Yunlun Mountains, but even the Dongtian King City was included in it. What kind of shocking ability is this?
"If this great array of heavenly secrets attacks us..."
No one dared to think about it any further.
The Saint-level Heavenly Secret Formation, let alone targeting ordinary spiritual masters, can almost kill Taixu with one move.
The saint takes action and his power is endless!
But it is obvious that the Tianji Array deployed by Dao Qiongcang across the two realms is not to target mortals, but the Demon Emperor Black Dragon on the inner island of Void Island.
"Boom!"
The heartbeat in the Holy Emperor's dragon scale suddenly accelerated, and he seemed to be frightened.
"Buzz!"
The Demon Sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord slashed the arrows of the evil-sinful bow. He was originally full of energy, but now he seemed to be wilting. He was trapped by the large formation and started to tremble uneasily.
Rao Yaoyao stared at the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation, like all spiritual masters who gazed at the sky, with expectations in their hearts.
Dao Qiongcang, who was ranked third among the ten seats in the past, is now the master of the main hall of the Holy Temple, a half-saint cultivator, how many years has he not made a move?
People in the world always say that the gods are favored by the gods, so in this world, one can achieve success in refining spirits.
And Dao Qiongcang is almost the god in the hearts of all the spiritual refiners on the Holy God Continent. Whether it is power, status, or strength, he is the supreme and first person in the world.
Now facing the provocation of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon on Void Island, he will definitely use thunderous means to suppress everything, right?
Amid much anticipation, the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation moved!
The Heavenly Secret Formation covering a hundred thousand miles of land erupted into endless light at the moment it was formed, like a blazing sun, making it impossible to look directly at it with the naked eye.
"Holy power!"
"The dazzling holy power has completely formed its essence. What a terrifying power is this?!"
Someone in Taixu was so scared that his scalp was numb.
Some of them have seen the Holy Idol. Comparing the two, the holy power of the Holy Idol is almost as small as a mist compared to the sea of clouds.
Everyone is afraid that Dao Qiongcang is like the dragon scales of the Holy Emperor. Once he takes action, he will need to sacrifice the flesh and blood of Zhan Dao, Taixu and others.
However, Dao Qiongcang's actions were very measured.
He handed over his edge to the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale and the Demon Sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord.
But he left all the tenderness on the other side to the spiritual masters present who had nothing to do with the battle, as if he was afraid that any trace of his power would be leaked, which would completely turn Dongtian King City and Yunlun Mountains into dust.
All the spiritual masters who were included in the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation only felt slight discomfort at the moment when the Heavenly Secret Formation burst into light.
The next second, this discomfort was replaced by pleasure.
"Well, it feels so good~" Someone began to moan in comfort.
"I feel like I'm back as a baby, back in my mother's arms. This feeling of attachment... so comfortable! Unfortunately, my old mother has passed away. What's going on? Why do I suddenly think of this?" Someone burst into tears. .
"On the contrary, I feel like I have entered a world that is very suitable for me. This comfortable and lazy feeling can only be obtained after... well, only after complete catharsis." Someone's face was filled with spring.
"Is this really going to start a war?"
"The Dao Palace Master took action... His control over the power must be so wonderful that it will not affect us at all."
"What a warm holy power, what a considerate Dao Palace Master~"
All the spiritual masters felt like they were bathed in the spring breeze. They felt that after their souls had attained enlightenment, they were so ecstatic that they would rise into the sky with the surging breath of holy power.
But the Holy Spirit Formation of the Tenth Century suddenly trembled, and the situation in the world changed, waking everyone up.
There are floating clouds swimming in the sky, outlining the outline of a saint's shadow, which is as high as the sky and has a vague shadow.
It was obvious that the face of this phantom was completely unclear, but as soon as everyone looked at it, they felt that he was rich and handsome, with fair hair and fair hair. He could directly substitute for the most perfect image in their minds.
The saint was walking in the air, actually motionless, but his image was infinitely magnified in everyone's minds.
He walked in front of the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale and the Ten Thousand Arms Demon Lord, who were as small as a drop of dust. Suddenly, there was a sound of enlightenment in the void, floating from all directions.
"There are three thousand avenues, name them Feng, turn them into chains, and make them invisible..."
The echoes are infinite.
Everyone's souls were cleansed and their feelings were sublimated.
But I saw that Saint Yunwu smiled slightly after saying the holy sound, raised his sleeves, and pointed his immortal finger.
"Edict!"
As the words are spoken, the Holy Spirit Formation of the Tenth Century moves in response to the call as if summoned by the gods.
Above the sky, three thousand white light chains suddenly emerged from an unknown place. Carrying infinite sealing power, they rushed towards the Holy Emperor Dragon Scales and the Ten Thousand Arms Demon Lord.
"Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong..."
The heartbeat of Holy Emperor Dragon Scale was beating crazily, as if it was extremely urgent.
Every sound disrupted the heartbeat rhythm of thousands of spiritual refiners, making it very uncomfortable.
"Keng——"
The Demon Sword Ten Thousand Arms Demon Lord was also unwilling to be restrained. When the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation moved, it responded to the sonorous sword cry and rose up from the sky.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
The demonic sword danced wildly, instantly slashing out three thousand black sword shadows in the void, which sealed the chain with the three thousand sword shadows of the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation, and rushed together.
"Boom boom boom!"
Space exploded and the black hole collapsed.
The terrifying explosion made people's eardrums bleed.
This is a confrontation at the level of holy power. Mortals cannot spy on it, so how can they eavesdrop on the voice of the holy war with their naked ears?
Seeing this, the saint who had transformed into mist felt compassion, and paused in the void. Then, like an immortal guiding the way, he stepped into the sky a little bit.
"Gui'an..."
The soft holy voice appears again in the ears of the world.
With this sound, the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Array cast down endless rays of light, purifying all the sounds of the Holy War and restoring the tortured spiritual masters to a perfect state.
Everyone looked up in shock.
But they saw that the battle in the sky was not over, and the light chains and sword shadows were still fighting against each other.
It was clear that the space was shattered and the sound was overwhelming.
But at this moment, the picture is not as unbearable as before. It is more like everyone is watching the battle on a variety of screens, and the experience is great.
Moreover, the roaring sound in the ears also became the crisp sound of "bop".
All noise is purified.
"Holy power!"
"What a powerful use of ability. The Taoist Palace Master is taking care of us mortals and doesn't want us to suffer because of the holy war!"
"What a warm voice, what a considerate Taoist Palace Master~"
Unknowingly, all the spiritual refiners were affected by the actions of the saint who transformed into clouds, and became devout and established their faith.
"Terrible..." Rao Yaoyao looked terrified.
She knew clearly that Dao Qiongcang did not deliberately use holy power to influence everyone's hearts.
But every move at the semi-saint level will have a significant impact on the soul of the mortal spiritual refiner, and even on the avenue of heaven and earth.
After this battle, only the news will spread.
I am afraid that even in the Eastern Region, the title of "Master of the Dao Palace" will not be any lower than that of the "Eighth Sword Immortal".
horizon.
The Demon Lord of Demonic Swords and Ten Thousand Weapons used his own power to fight against the power of the semi-saint. It only lasted for a short while, and it was already too much.
It is a famous sword, not the Holy Emperor himself. It can cut off the arrows of evil sins, which has already demonstrated its great power.
But now Dao Qiongcang is taking action with all his strength, and the famous sword mainly depends on the ability of the sword holder.
The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Weapons has no sword holder and cannot even exert one-tenth of his own power. How can he withstand a holy-level formation like the Tenth Epoch Holy Spirit Formation?
"Kakaka!"
After smashing a wave of wide chains, facing the endless second and third waves of light chains, the demon sword finally couldn't bear the output, and was bound by the heavenly chains evolved from the tenth century holy spirit array, and was tied into a sword dumpling.
"Woo~"
A choked sword cry penetrated the hearts of all sword practitioners at this moment.
"It's calling me!"
The swordsmen in Dongtianwang City and Yunlun Mountains all had red eyes and became excited.
Only the swordsman could hear the content of this sound clearly.
"Help……"
"Become a demon sword wielder, and we can kill the half-saints together. Come and help me..."
Dongtianwang City is in chaos!
The Yunlun Mountains are in chaos!
After this whimpering sword cry, countless swordsmen jumped into the sky, trying to pull out the magic sword from its bound state and become the legendary sword holder!
On the fourth dragon vein, Mu Zixi, the incarnation of Xu Xiaoshou, was also summoned.
As an orthodox ancient sword cultivator and a true famous sword holder, the summons he received was clearer than that of ordinary swordsmen.
"You are the master of swordsmanship, you are the reincarnation of the sword god, and you are the future of ancient sword cultivators!"
"Come on, kid, pull me out, control me, own me, and become the wielder of the magic sword. Then you will have the qualifications to look down on the world and the ability to kill half-saints!"
"I can give you everything you want!"
The voice was too clear and beguiling.
However, Xu Xiaoshou's eyes had not yet had time to turn red.
"Keng——"
In the world of Yuan Mansion, the sound of swords also resounded, which was clearer and more penetrating than that of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Arms.
The four swords were aloof and arrogant, like a ferocious god who disdained everything in the world. He snorted coldly and yelled: "Get out!"
Yan Mang, who had always been silent, was also angered, as if the God of Fire was starting to ignite everything: "A demon sword that never recognizes the qualifications of the sword holder, and has not even been solved once, how can it be qualified to be ranked with this sword?" Seat of Famous Swords? You should not become the twenty-one famous swords, but should become an ordinary sword!"
"???" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned after hearing this.
The two swords of oneself are actually spiritual enough to speak, but they never speak?
This time, he was angered by the Demon Lord of Demonic Sword Ten Thousand Arms, so he picked up the keyboard and started spraying the sword?
Xu Xiaoshou couldn't get over the fact that Sijian and Yan Mang spoke for a long time.
He knew that this was just the communication between the two swords and the magic sword through his own soul, but it was so surprising!
However, the next second, something even more surprising happened to him.
Zangku was like a little brother following the two big brothers. The big brother had already spoken, so he couldn't be idle, but the demon sword opposite him was also a big brother, so he trembled, considered his words, and followed the scolding carefully. One sentence: "Get up, get up..."
It didn't dare to say "Go away" like the four-sword fierce sword, nor did it dare to speak at length like the famous sword Yan Python, so it could only say this.
After saying that, this guy still twisted into a maggot in the Yuanfu world: "Hey, hey, hey, I'm so scared..."
Xu Xiaoshou:? ? ?
His eyes almost fell out of his sockets.
Can you still speak even if you hide your suffering?
When did this happen?
Xu Xiaoshou carefully observed it and found that Zangku was indeed only a sixth-level spiritual sword, and there was no sign of breaking through several levels at once.
But Lingzhi is already very mature.
This is clearly the level of spiritual intelligence that only a third-grade spiritual sword can possess.
Generally, it is difficult for a third-grade spiritual sword that has just been forged to develop such mature wisdom.
"That's not right. During this period of time, I was either making trouble in the royal city or entering the Yunlun Mountains for trials. I didn't have much time to watch swords and hide my suffering. How could I grow so fast?" Xu Xiaoshou was confused.
Soon he thought of "fame nourishes".
In this world, there are two ways to advance to the spiritual sword level.
The first is to reinvent the wheel. This is a dead method and it is difficult to create spiritual wisdom.
The second is to take the path of famous swords, relying on the reputation of the sword holder and using the power of heaven to nourish cultivation.
Compared with other famous swords, Zangku has an additional "sword-watching skill" as an auxiliary on the way to becoming a famous sword, but sword-watching does not become famous so quickly.
The only thing Xu Xiaoshou can think of is the orthodox "nourishing by fame".
On this continent, the most famous sword that followed the path of "nourished by fame" and eventually became famous is Qingju, the number one sword of the Eight Masters.
Qingju was originally a nameless sword, not even a tenth grade sword.
But it was the sword that had been followed by the Eight Masters for the longest time. Later, the Eight Masters became famous all over the world, and Qingju also grew up to a height comparable to famous swords.
Among swords that follow the path of "nourished by fame", apart from the twenty-one famous swords that became famous in ancient times, Qingju is the strongest in the world!
Although Qingju was broken in that battle after the Eight Masters "fallen", after it was broken, not only did it not decline, it also earned the title of "Broken Sword".
The sky is one foot high and eight people know each other, who dares to take the position of half a Qingju?
Broken Sword Qingju is obviously not among the twenty-one famous swords, but it has the same title as the evil sword Yue Lian, the Yan Sword Yan Python, the demon sword Nu Lan Zhi Sheng and other ancient famous swords.
This fully reflects the strength of Qingju!
And now, Tibetan suffering seems to have gone down this road?
Xu Xiaoshou looked into the Yuan Mansion, his expression turned strange as Zang Ku was beaten wildly by the two elder brothers because he twisted and twisted after agreeing.
So, during this period of time, Zangku was nourishing himself with his own fame, while practicing with the two big brothers?
No way……
It was just a fantasy at the time. Hiding the pain, he couldn't really have the qualifications to become a famous sword, right?
If this weirdo really became a famous sword, what would its title be?
…
Over the Yunlun Mountains.
Guarded by two swords, the bewitching words of the Demon Lord of Demon Sword Ten Thousand Weapons were unable to pry the slightest bit of Xu Xiaoshou's mind, or even allow Xu Xiaoshou to reveal the fact that he was actually a sword cultivator.
But sword cultivators in other places are completely different.
After the demon sword whimpered, a large number of swordsmen flew from Dongtian King City, gave up the trial from the Yunlun Mountains, and soared into the sky together.
There are nine out of ten sword cultivators in the Eastern Region.
This dense crowd flew up in the air, like locusts crossing the border. Their behavior of begging for food was innocent, but the consequences of crossing the border were bound to be disastrous.
You can't stop it with force, you can't kill it directly, even Rao Yaoyao will have a headache.
The saint who was transformed into clouds and mist didn't take it to heart and only drank lightly.
"You should be punished for deceiving the public with your evil words!"
With a bang, ten streams of light shot out from the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation, shooting straight towards the Demon Sword, which was bound by the chain of heaven.
The poor magic sword, without a sword holder, was dimmed by the power of the semi-saint.
