Su Mo looked up at the huge and majestic figure with determination in his eyes.
A kind of temperament similar to that of the giant god emerged on his body, which was the power of the bloodline that belonged exclusively to the Gods.
The illusion of the giant god's inheritance also seemed to see the divine aura emerging from Su Mo's body, although it was still very weak, like a young giant god.
The giant sword was raised high, standing tall against the sky and the ground. Under the thousand-foot body, the snowy land did not seem so big.
At this moment, everyone in the entire Snow Domain and even outside the Divine Domain can see the mighty and majestic shadow of the giant god like a mountain...
Su Mo raised his head and kept looking at the phantom, untied the hair on his head and let his long hair spread out.
"Now that I have inherited the bloodline, I am the last god in the world..." Su Mo said in a low voice.
Then he untied his white Confucian clothes and took them off, revealing his body inside. The blood of the gods was flowing in that body, and it shone with the divine glory of the giant gods.
"I will integrate the power of my ruined soul and bloodline into my mortal will, and my soul, bloodline and my mortal will coexist!"
Su Mo smiled under the dull gazes of Luo Yin and the little girl, and then looked stubbornly at the phantom of the giant god.
"When you cut off my mortal mind, you will also cut off my soul and bloodline..."
Su Mo looked at the giant sword in the hand of the giant god's shadow. The divine brilliance on it made it impossible to look directly at it.
"Now I can't resist your rules, and I have my own persistence."
"I can't resist you cutting off my mortal will..."
"But I can choose...to die with my mortal will!"
Su Mo faced the giant phantom from a distance, as if he had grasped his weak spot.
"Or...you let me take my mortal will and pass on the blood of your divine race!"
"Or... you still choose to cut off my mortal will, and you will also kill me and wipe out the last trace of the blood of the gods in the world!"
Su Mo looked calm, this was a huge gamble with his life on the line.
He bet that the Titan Heritage would not kill him!
Su Mo faced the phantom of the giant god from a distance, with an unyielding will on his face.
The little girl and Luo Yin looked at Su Mo's not-tall back, and it seemed that this man was no longer the simple-minded Confucian cultivator. He has his own calculations and persistence!
The phantom of the giant god stood high above. Looking at Su Mo, who was as small as an ant below, it was like looking at his own rebellious and disobedient child.
That huge sword was never cut down...
...
In the snowy area, a few people who had just come down from the upper world were wandering around in the sky above the snowy area, seemingly looking for some opportunity.
It seemed that after two days of shopping, the young man in charge felt a little bored and couldn't help but complain.
"The Ninth Realm is so barren and barren. Why do the ancestors and the others still try so hard to break through the barriers that have been separated for thousands of years and let us come down first?"
An old slave with a black beard behind him said: "Young Master, the ancestors of each sect naturally have their own plans. Although the ninth realm is extremely barren, it is said to be the land left by the gods and has the opportunity to reach the sky."
"Now, the elders of Yun Zong and Lei Zong have gone down to the lower world, and they have taken their sect members to the Holy Sect and Dao Sect in the ninth world respectively. They want to take over the top sects in the world first and directly control this world. Nine realms.”
"And we should go directly to the Demon Sect, but the elders of our Rain Sect are not able to pass through the barrier for the moment, so we can only go to the Demon Sect by ourselves first, and wait until a few of our elders come down!"
The leading young man yawned, waved his hand impatiently and said: "In the barbarian land, can't we just kill them until they surrender? Is it necessary to split up and capture each sect?"
"This is also because the barrier is unstable and not many people can get out for the time being. When the barrier is completely broken and everyone from our realm comes down, isn't this ninth realm within our grasp?" the old slave behind him complimented. road.
The leading young man nodded with satisfaction, seeming to remember that the people from the Yun Sect had gone to the Holy Sect in this world, and said with some reluctance: "I heard that the Saint of the Holy Sect is a cold and stunningly beautiful woman, and a very perfect one. Furnace cauldron. I wonder if the people from the Yun Sect will capture the saintly girl from the Holy Sect?"
The old slave behind him seemed to see the impatience in the young man's eyes, and said with a smile: "Young master, why should you care? There are so many women in the Ninth Realm. If you want the cauldron, why don't you just take it casually? And I heard that the Demon Sect The young sect leader is also a very beautiful little woman."
"There is another person in the Great China Kingdom, Luo Yin, who is known as the reincarnation of the music god. It is said that he is also a unique furnace cauldron in the world. He is an unparalleled god of music, has a graceful figure, and captivates the country!"
"We and the elders in the lower world are all in the young master's pocket!"
"Hahahaha!" The young man laughed happily and patted the old slave behind him on the shoulder with satisfaction. "Then let's go to that Chinese country first!"
"Yes!" The old slave nodded in agreement.
The group of people flew in the sky and headed towards the imperial capital of China.
"Huh?"
When passing by a sect in a snowy area, it seemed that there was something in the sect that aroused the interest of the young man at the head.
"This little sect still has a spiritual weapon?"
The young man narrowed his eyes, and the old slave immediately said: "I'll get it for the young master!"
The young man waved his hand indifferently and said: "Let's go together!"
The old slave nodded, and the few of them flew towards the hilltop of this small sect.
"Who is coming? This is the land of my Han sect. Our sect hides away from the world and does not see outsiders. I hope that these few distinguished guests will leave right now!"
A middle-aged figure rose into the sky from the sect holding a flying sword, blocking the path of several people.
"Han Sect?" The leading young man sneered, shook his head and looked at the middle-aged figure blocking the way, then turned back to the old slave behind him and asked: "What sect is Han Sect?"
Several people following the young man burst into laughter, and the old slave said: "Young Master, the Han Sect is probably an unknown small sect in the ninth realm."
The young man glanced at the middle-aged man wielding the sword arrogantly. He seemed not even interested in talking to him, but said very casually: "Kill him!"
"Yes!" The old slave nodded and looked at the middle-aged man blocking his young master's path.
"What do you mean by this?" When the middle-aged man saw that the other party was going to kill someone if they disagreed with him, he immediately frowned and raised the long sword in his hand, revealing his Nascent Soul cultivation.
Then three more figures rose into the sky from the sect behind him, standing in the void next to the middle-aged man. They were all Nascent Soul cultivators.
"What do you want to do?" The four people and the young people faced each other from a distance.
"Four Nascent Souls..." The young man shook his head mockingly, then shook his head indifferently and said: "I just took a fancy to a spiritual weapon of your sect."
"Are you here for the Xuanwu Sword?" The middle-aged man shouted coldly: "The Xuanwu Sword is a sacred object inherited by our sect, you are simply wishful thinking!"
The young man rolled his eyes, waved his hand towards the old slave, and then closed his eyes, as if he didn't care about what happened next.
The old slave nodded, sneered, and showed off his cultivation.
The four faces turned pale in an instant: "Transform...transform into gods..."
The sky-reaching cultivation level exploded on the old slave, like a dazzling rainbow appearing in the void. The old slave instantly appeared in front of the four people. Before the four people could react, a white light shone in the void, like thunder resounding across the place.
Four heads fell, and then four headless corpses fell into the void!
They haven't even reacted yet...
Crisp and simple!
The gap between Huashen and Yuanying was fully exposed at this moment. When Yuanying faced Huashen, there was no room for resistance.
There will be no confrontation, no maneuvering, and no resistance.
The only option is to wait for death...and in an instant.
Instantly, commotion and screaming came from the sect behind the four people.
This is indeed just a small sect. It is so small that it does not even have a strong person in the spirit transformation stage, and it is so small that it only has four Nascent Souls...
The gap between the Transformation God and Nascent Soul is a heavenly barrier, not just a difference in realm!
The old slave flew into the sect, and the sect immediately heard screams one after another. Several figures wanted to escape in the air, but fell down in the white light...
After a while, there was no more sound in this small sect...
The old slave flew back to the young man with a long ink-green sword in his hand.
The green-ink long sword shone with the brilliance of a spiritual weapon, and there seemed to be spiritual consciousness constantly struggling in the hands of the old slave.
"The spiritual weapon has a spirit! Congratulations, young master, for getting another spiritual weapon!" The old slave handed the spiritual sword to the young man respectfully.
"Okay, okay!" The young man reached out for the Xuanwu sword with great satisfaction. When the young man made contact, the spiritual consciousness on the Xuanwu sword burst out with a sword light and struck towards the young man's hand.
"Evil beast!" The old slave shouted coldly, waved his hand to block the sword light erupting from the Xuanwu sword, then raised the palm high on the sword body, and said coldly:
"Either surrender to my young master, or die!"
The spiritual weapon has a spirit. It understands the threat in the old slave's mouth, and also understands the noble status of this young man.
If you follow this young man, you may be able to show off your talents!
But......
It seemed to take a deep look at the quiet sect below, and then a burst of blue light burst out...
With a "click", the blade of this spiritual sword broke off by itself!
The spiritual consciousness disperses and the brilliance dims...
It chooses to die rather than surrender...
Biquge
