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After absorbing three thumb-sized light spots, Jian Chen put the ancient jade pendant in his arms again and murmured: "I killed three people and gained three points of victory, and this time the sixth-level light participating in the competition There are at least four to five thousand Saint Masters. If you want to steadily enter the top ten, you must kill five hundred people and gain five hundred points. Next, I will continue to embark on a road of killing that I have not experienced for a long time. Well, the only difference from the Mercenary City Tournament is that the warriors are replaced by the Saint Master of Light."
Jian Chen's thoughts moved, and the surging holy power of light quickly condensed into a cloud at his feet. Just when he was about to step on the white clouds and leave, his eyes suddenly condensed.
"This is the aura of the same kind. I actually feel the aura of the same kind..." The voice of the Purple Green Sword Spirit suddenly came from Jian Chen's mind.
"It is indeed the same kind of aura. It can't be wrong. Master, where is this place? How can there be the same kind of aura?" Zi Ying's voice appeared again in Jian Chen's mind, and his tone was full of disbelief.
"Oh, there is actually a weapon spirit here. It's incredible. How could such a high-level weapon spirit appear in such an interface? This weapon spirit seems to have grown to the immortal level." Qing Suo was full of surprise. The voice sounded in Jian Chen's mind. The voice that was as beautiful as a lark seemed to be the most beautiful music in the world, making Jian Chen's mind shake slightly.
"The place where I am now is in the space of a sacred weapon, Ziying Qingsuo. Could it be that this sacred weapon has also derived spiritual bodies like yours?" Jian Chen's heart was full of surprise.
"I didn't expect that when we were sleeping and absorbing the energy of the five-color fairy crystal to recover, the master would actually come to the space of a magic weapon. Yes, there is indeed a spirit body here, and the strength of this spirit body is not weak, at least in this world Measured by the standard of strength, this spirit is already very powerful, but the only drawback is that due to the limitations of its body, this spirit cannot be used as an offensive magic weapon. It looks like an auxiliary magic weapon. "Zi Ying said.
"I didn't expect that the weapon spirit would actually be derived from this sacred weapon. It's really surprising." Jian Chen sighed.
At the same time, a purple and green aura emerged from Jian Chen's head, and condensed into a man and a woman above his head. The man was handsome and the woman was pretty. The two of them stood together, as if they were born for each other. Right golden boy.
This was not the first time that Jian Chen saw Zi Ying Qing Suo's face, but he could clearly feel that the illusory bodies of Zi Ying and Qing Suo who appeared now were more solid than before. Apparently they had used the help of Wucai during these days. Immortal Crystal's help is constantly recovering.
Zi Ying and Qing Suo appeared above Jian Chen's head, staring at the distant sky. Immediately, Zi Ying raised his right hand slightly, and surging purple light suddenly filled the air from his body, and quickly condensed into a handle in his right hand. Purple Excalibur.
This purple divine sword is four feet long and three fingers wide. There seems to be a layer of complex textures on the hazy sword body, which combine to form a strange pattern covering the entire sword body.
It seems to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, contain the mystery of the universe, and exude a mysterious atmosphere.
As soon as the purple divine sword was condensed, it turned into a purple rainbow, flying towards the distance at an unimaginable speed, and disappeared in an instant. This speed was completely faster than lightning.
Jian Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was secretly horrified in his heart. The speed of the purple divine sword made him feel extremely shocked. It was a speed that did not allow anyone to dodge. It was really unimaginable for him to imagine that in this world, Who can escape the attack of this purple sword?
In the center of the sacred space, in an area isolated by huge energy, there is a huge palace. At this moment, a handsome middle-aged man wearing a white robe is sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's closed eyes suddenly opened. The moment his eyes opened, the surrounding space became violently distorted, and even the huge palace trembled slightly.
"This... this... this is the same aura as mine. Could it be that someone similar to me has come here?" A look of surprise appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and then he disappeared out of thin air.
In another part of the holy weapon space, where Jian Chen was, Zi Ying looked at the direction where the purple divine sword disappeared and said, "Although this weapon spirit is not weak, its level is far different from ours, and it can't notice me at all. There is Qingsuo, but I have already informed him, so he should be here soon."
"Who are you? Where are you from?" As soon as Zi Ying finished speaking, a deep voice came out of thin air. Following the words, a middle-aged man wearing a white robe appeared in the void, looking down at Jian Chen and the others. , as if looking at a group of insignificant ants.
He is the spirit of the original sacred weapon. Within the original sacred weapon, he is the god who dominates everything. He can freely control all the energy in the original sacred weapon, so he is naturally arrogant.
The middle-aged man's arrogance made Zi Ying frown slightly. He immediately snorted and said in a disdainful tone: "A mere immortal-level weapon spirit is rampant in front of me, seeking death!" A strong sword energy came from Zi Ying. The energy emanating from Ying's body seemed to turn into an invisible storm sweeping across the sky, rampaging unbridled in the sacred space.
The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and his indifferent eyes were instantly replaced by deep fear. His body quickly retreated, and his eyes looking at Zi Ying were filled with extreme fear.
The middle-aged man is the spirit of the Sacred Artifact, and his every move can affect the changes in the Sacred Artifact Space. At this moment, the entire Sacred Artifact Space was shaking violently, as if a major earthquake had occurred. Many mountains collapsed, leaving all the contestants in shock and wondering what had happened.
In the City of God, the Guild of Light Saint Masters, located at the top of the castle, has a huge white ball with a diameter of ten meters. This white ball is completely condensed by the light holy power between heaven and earth. It is extremely pure, and In the very center of this white ball, there is a powerful sacred weapon that is known to almost everyone in the City of God.
This holy weapon is called the original holy weapon by the people of the Guangming Saint Masters Guild. It has existed since ancient times and has been silently accompanying the Guangming Saint Masters Guild for countless years. From the beginning to the end, it has maintained its current status. The appearance has never changed.
However, at this moment, the ten-meter white light outside the sacred vessel suddenly trembled violently, and a golden light could be faintly seen beating inside, causing the light and holy power between heaven and earth to become extremely unstable. Even the headquarters of the Guangming Saint Master Guild was implicated. The huge castle was shaking slightly, and a lot of dust fell down.
The vibrations in the castle shocked everyone inside. Immediately, a large number of light saints wearing white robes quickly ran out of the castle, staring at the shaking holy artifact at the top of the castle with shocked faces. No one knew what happened. What happened.
At this time, more than ten rays of white light flew out from the castle. The president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild and a dozen elders were all seen floating in the air on white clouds, staring at the shaking holy artifact with shocked faces.
Immediately afterwards, several figures appeared silently beside the president, staring solemnly at the shaking sacred vessel, accompanied by deep doubts. None of them could explain the scene in front of them. Don't know what happened please.
"What exactly happened? Why did the sacred vessel that had never changed suddenly vibrate?" The speaker was a very old man, his voice was hoarse and he looked weak. If Jian Chen were here, he would definitely recognize that this old man was the one who appeared in the Holy Light Tower, wiping the tables and chairs with a towel.
"Could something have happened in the Sacred Artifact Space?" the president of the Guangming Saint Master Guild said solemnly, his eyes flashing and his expression uncertain.
No one returned to the president, because no one could explain the scene in front of them clearly. The sacred artifact had been in existence for countless years and had never undergone such a change.
The vibration of the holy weapon did not last long. After a few breaths, it slowly calmed down and returned to its previous state. However, the impact it brought to the hearts of everyone in the Guangming Saint Master Guild was no matter what. It lingers no matter what.
In the sacred space, the middle-aged man had retreated to 500 meters away, staring at Zi Ying with fear on his face. It was not that Zi Ying was so powerful, but that he felt a surge from Zi Ying's body. The huge pressure on his soul made him fearful, timid, and even made him unable to think of any resistance.
There was even an illusion in the middle-aged man's mind. It seemed that with just one thought, his spirit body would dissipate, his mind would perish, and the original holy weapon would be transformed into a holy weapon without spirit. It was as if the young man in the purple robe was a king, and he was just a minister. The king asked the minister to die, but the minister had to die.
"You...you...you...who are you and why are you so powerful!" The middle-aged man was so frightened that he was so frightened that he was no longer as arrogant as before.
Zi Ying stared at the middle-aged man with sharp eyes and shouted: "A mere immortal-level weapon spirit dares to disrespect me." Following the words, an even greater coercion emanated from Zi Ying. This was The pressure directed only at the weapon spirit can only be felt by the weapon spirit.
The middle-aged man's originally pale face turned even paler. He staggered back a few steps, and his whole body was trembling violently. This pressure had penetrated deep into his soul, causing him to spread from the depths of his soul. I felt so scared that my spirit body seemed to be about to collapse.
And in the mind of the middle-aged man, some extremely unfamiliar pictures even appeared. He saw two divine swords, one purple and one green, standing between the sky and the earth, emitting dazzling light, opening up the sky and the earth along the way, destroying many stars in the void, and killing countless people. The immortals left behind corpses that exuded huge pressure and were suspended in the endless starry sky. In the eyes of middle-aged men, every corpse among them was an incredibly powerful being. With a wave of their hands, they could possess the power to destroy the world. The power of the earth, and even drops of golden blood floating in the void, have great power that can easily destroy themselves.
