"Hey! Are you here for the imperial weapon?"
Ling Tian listened to the black-clothed half-saint's ear-piercing sneer, and asked the other party impatiently.
"of course?"
The half-saint in black had a sneer on his lips, not hiding his thoughts.
Looking at the entire ancient continent, there are only a handful of holy weapons.
Most of the holy weapons are in the hands of some powerful people in the holy realm.
From one generation to the next.
Ordinary people have no way to obtain the sacred artifacts.
But the imperial weapon is a little different.
Although imperial weapons are equally rare and precious, there are still a certain number of them on the mainland.
The half-saint in black didn't dare to think about the holy weapon, so his eyes naturally focused on the imperial weapon.
"You are a semi-saint after all, but your horizons are too low."
After receiving the unabashed answer from the half-saint in black, Ling Tian said with disdain and shocking words, "If you want to steal it, you should steal the sacred weapon. What's so good about the imperial weapon?"
"hehe!"
The half-saint in black had already seen Zifeng's arrogance, and now he didn't feel too surprised to hear Ling Tian's arrogant words. He just sneered and said, "Ignorant kid, you know nothing about sacred weapons!"
"I don't know anything about sacred objects?"
Ling Tian only found this statement fresh.
He has a sacred weapon in his hand, how can he know nothing about it?
"Holy weapon, isn't it amazing?"
A nonchalant voice came out of Ling Tian's mouth.
After speaking, his arm slowly raised, and the Chaos Clock immediately appeared above his head.
when!
The majestic bells resounded loudly, and the Chaos Bell bloomed with brilliant golden light.
A breathtaking power filled the void, demonstrating the power of the holy weapon.
"This is……"
The black-clothed half-saint's eyes immediately straightened.
The expressions of the old man in purple robe and the woman in purple skirt also changed slightly.
They all could tell from the power blooming from the Chaos Clock.
The Chaos Clock is a sacred weapon!
"This is the holy weapon, the Chaos Clock!"
Ling Tian held the Chaos Bell high and asked indifferently to the black-clothed Half-Saint, "How is it? Are you planning to rob it too?"
The half-saint in black was silent, his dark eyes flickering.
For him, the sacred artifact has an irresistible allure.
Now that I see a powerful holy weapon in the hands of a Taoist warrior, how can I not have any ideas?
"want to?"
Ling Tian guessed the thoughts of the black-clothed half-saint, and then said with a playful expression, "Since you want it, why not come here and give it a try?"
"Boy, are you provoking me?"
The black-clothed half-saint's eyes narrowed, and he immediately yelled.
The arms that were clenched into fists were faintly beating with the power of thunder and lightning.
It was like anger in his chest, ready to pour out at any time.
"I'm just asking you, don't be nervous."
Ling Tian smiled slightly, "If you want it, come here and grab it. If you don't want it, get out! But I have to remind you first, if you choose to grab it, you must be prepared to put your life on the line here."
"Arrogant!"
The black-clothed half-saint shouted angrily and raised his arms suddenly.
The power of the prototype of the void thunder and lightning law came down, and the terrifying thunder roared crazily.
"Come!"
Ling Tian shouted loudly, running the Chaos Bell Scripture, and frantically pouring the power of chaos into the Chaos Bell.
Now, he has cultivated the Chaos Scripture to the sixty-first level.
Although it is still impossible to activate the Chaos Clock twice in a short period of time.
However, by activating the Chaos Clock once, the attack unleashed was much more powerful than before.
Even though the Saint King still couldn't be killed, it was easy to kill the Semi-Saint.
"What?"
The power of the Chaos Bell bloomed, and the face of the black-clothed Half-Saint suddenly changed.
The terrifying pressure of chaos acted on him, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.
"Go to hell!"
The black-clothed half-saint did not dare to hesitate, and punched out decisively with both fists at the same time.
The fists flashing with electric light intertwined with each other, powerfully breaking through the restraints of the pressure of chaos and striking towards Ling Tian.
"kill!"
Ling Tian uttered a cold sound and activated the Chaos Bell.
when!
The bell rang, shaking the space.
A dazzling golden light bloomed, crushing away the punch of the black-clothed half-saint.
Easily annihilating the thunder and lightning fist light, he then charged forward to kill him without any hesitation.
Before the black-clothed half-saint could react, the dazzling golden light engulfed the opponent's body.
"What a powerful holy weapon!"
Seeing this, the purple-robed old man was secretly shocked.
The woman in the purple skirt was even more stunned.
The power of the Chaos Clock has already subverted his cognition.
Ling Tian waved his arm lightly and put away the Chaos Clock.
After a moment, the golden light dissipated.
The body of the half-saint in black was riddled with holes, but he still stood there.
"not dead?"
Zifeng's eyes flashed and he said a little uncertainly.
"He is dead."
Ling Tian smiled slightly and said indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, the half-saint in black tilted his body.
He fell to the ground with a thud, no longer alive.
"Scared me!"
Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought that Ling Tian had missed.
However, he seemed to be overthinking it.
How can a mere half-saint withstand the power of the Chaos Bell?
"Both of you!"
At this time, the purple-robed old man's voice came from behind Ling Tian and Zifeng.
The two of them turned their heads at the same time, with casual smiles on their faces.
"Thank you both for coming to the rescue."
The purple-robed old man bowed his hands to Ling Tian and Zifeng, then frowned slightly and looked at the two of them and asked, "I wonder what your surnames are? Which faction are you geniuses?"
The semi-saint in black came here for the royal weapon in the hands of the woman in purple skirt.
But the purple-robed old man was sure that Ling Tian and Zifeng were definitely not the same.
One of the two has an imperial weapon, and the other has a sacred weapon.
He would never look down on the imperial weapon that had just been refined in the hands of the woman in the purple skirt.
The imperial weapon carries the sacred weapon at the top and the royal weapon at the bottom.
There is a very unique place - growth!
The newly refined imperial weapon is like a newborn baby.
Although the power is stronger than the high-grade royal weapon, it is not actually much more powerful than the high-grade royal weapon.
After being nourished by the warrior's own strength, the imperial weapon will gradually grow and gradually match the warrior's strength.
Eventually it grew to a peak level, possessing power far beyond that of a top-grade royal weapon.
The imperial weapon in the hands of the woman in purple skirt was refined by the Lord of the Sword Forging City not long ago.
It has the inherent value of an imperial weapon, but currently its power is not as powerful as Zifeng's thunder stick.
Ling Tian and Zifeng themselves have good fighting prowess, and they are accompanied by important treasures.
It is difficult not to let the purple-robed old man associate the two with some first-rate forces.
"The quasi-holy son of the Wuji Holy Land, Ling Tian!"
The purple-robed old man asked, and Ling Tian generously revealed his identity.
"It turns out to be the quasi-holy son of Wuji Holy Land."
The purple-robed old man nodded slightly towards Ling Tian, then looked at Zifeng.
He was more curious about Zifeng's identity than Lingtian.
"Your Excellency, are you also from the Wuji Holy Land?"
The old man in purple robe asked Zifeng.
"Me? I'm just an idle person."
Zifeng shrugged and smiled, his attention already falling on the woman in the purple skirt, "Miss, you haven't told us your name yet?"
"Zixun."
The woman in the purple skirt spoke softly and softly.
"Zixun? What a good name!"
Zifeng laughed when he heard the sound, and took the initiative to get close to Zixun enthusiastically. "Young lady has the same surname as me, and you can meet me here. It seems that the two of us are really destined."
Zixun had a strange look on his face, ignored Zifeng, and turned to look at the old man in purple robe beside him.
After the purple-robed old man nodded slightly, she politely asked Zifeng, "Sir, please forgive Zixun for being presumptuous. Can you please show the power of your bloodline that you have released before?"
