Chapter 408: Sword Elimination
The female demon king heard the implication of his words and instantly became furious: "What a cunning boy, you haven't reset my head yet, but you want me to protect you along the way." You? How can there be such a good thing in the world!"
Bailian gave her a very fake but beautiful look.
At this time, the sword intent lingering on the cold sword blade inserted deep into Sili's heart began to burn, and golden sword fire and flowing blood spurted out.
Knowing that it was the critical moment to draw the sword, the female devil stared solemnly and became quiet.
The sword fire and blood are burning, but the sword wind that rises is cold and bone-gnawing.
The white steam lifted up Balian's bangs on his forehead, and the blown hair quickly condensed into a light frost.
As the golden ancient sword in his hand sank deeper and deeper, the blood on his palm that was scratched by the blade no longer continued to drip, and the crystal red liquid condensed into frost.
Pop!
A subtle sound sounded from Balian's forehead and cheek.
His skin cracked without warning, and blood-red flowers bloomed on his face.
This is not a good sign. If you don't let go of the sword, it won't just be the skin on your cheek that will be shattered.
The sword wind slowly flowed between the heaven and the earth. Hongzhuang looked twice more, and his eyes felt as if they were stabbed by a sharp sword.
She took two steps back in shock, frightened by the ancient and vast sword intent. Under the solemn and solemn killing effect of the ancient sword, she could not bring up any anger in her heart.
She couldn't understand, if His Majesty the Demon King could directly face the overwhelming power of the ancient sword, why this kid was not forced to retreat by the power of the sword after touching it.
How could he withstand the fear brought by the ancient killing soldiers stained with the blood of countless gods and Buddhas?
Bailian's forehead pupils were also covered with a light layer of frost along with his hair, and the vision in front of him became blurred. The ancient sword he saw gradually transformed into a complex world.
He seemed to see heaven and earth on a sword.
A world that has experienced eternal vicissitudes and is strange to people.
The thin lines on the sword are mysterious, but it gives Balian the feeling that this is not a self-generated existence of heaven and earth, but more like an ancient road in the starry sky opened up by the gods with their thoughts.
Baili'an Lingtai flashed, and the door of the mansion opened wide. Wisps of pure spiritual power like clear springs slowly seeped into the traces of the ancient roads.
The sword patterns created with spiritual thoughts can naturally accept spiritual power.
Although those who major in spiritual power do not account for the majority in the mainland.
But all over the world, immortals are like stars, and there is never a shortage of geniuses who practice hard spiritual power.
Hongzhuang thought blankly, but since the birth of Tianyao Continent, it seems that there has never been a precedent for the Heavenly Sword to be able to accept the spiritual power of the world.
She was shocked and confused as to why this young man could do this.
If she could open her eyes and take a serious look at Balian, she would be able to see that the mental power displayed by Balian at this moment was extremely pure and without any clutter, as if it was a scene of innocence that had not been tainted by the troubled world. Rain of Roots.
Falling into the sword is like a baptism, washing away the fine and continuous lines in the sword.
Hongzhuang forced herself to stay strong and glanced at His Majesty the Demon Lord. She was shocked to find that she was taking a nap with her eyes closed, without any surprise or shock.
The strong wind made her look pale.
She thought seriously about what kind of boy Ning Feiyan had planned.
The dense and detailed sword patterns on the Heavenly Sword are lit up inch by inch.
Hongzhuang, who is familiar with the power and mystery of the Heavenly Sword, knows that the sword pattern that has been raised for hundreds of millions of years is no longer a sword pattern.
Each of the lines represents a mountain, a sea, a mountain river, and thousands of years. What kind of continuous mental power is needed to ignite all the lines of this sword.
She could not help feeling a little gloating about Balian's pure but thin spiritual power.
It only took a few months for Balian to realize his spiritual power.
No matter how evil his talent is, he cannot ignite all the sword patterns in this world of mountains and rivers, hundreds of rivers and lakes.
In fact, Balian was unable to do this. His palm slowly loosened the blade of the sword and took out the small silver sword that had not been used for a long time.
The closed eyes of the female devil were illuminated by the light of the sword. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared deeply at the small sword. Her pupils, like the abyss of a vast canyon, flashed brilliantly and sinfully in an instant. of dim light.
The small silver sword lightly scratched the Heavenly Sword without leaving any mark, but the tip of the small sword was like a road sign, guiding Bai Lian's limited but extremely pure spiritual power.
He does not need to ignite all the sword marks. Balian is not arrogant enough to let this peerless weapon surrender to his control.
He just needs to find a divine pattern that runs through this sword.
Enough.
The pure and colorless spiritual power is like a straight line of mercury flowing down from the end of the hilt to the tip of the sword.
Zhutian Sword seemed to have found the satisfaction and comfort it had not seen for a long time, and stopped destroying Si Li's body. It vibrated with joy and then became silent.
Like an ordinary ancient sword.
Bailian exhaled a weak breath.
Slowly drew out the Heavenly Sword.
The female demon king withdrew her cold and strange eyes from the small sword without leaving any trace: "Loose the sword, it will return to the temple on its own."
Balian frowned and said solemnly: "I can't let go."
The female devil's expression changed, and then she looked at the unruly killing sword that could only be fed but would not surrender. The breath actually clung tightly to Bai Lian's body.
Immediately afterwards, without giving everyone a chance to react, the sword turned into dots of golden light and disappeared from under his palm...
Bailian rubbed the tortured body uneasily. The palm of the hand was blurred with blood and flesh, and the bones could be vaguely seen, and said: "What happened just now?"
The female devil's eyes flickered and said: "If nothing else, this sword just hit you. imprint.”
"What do you mean?"
"It means that if it is hungry, bored, cold, or uncomfortable, it may come to you to chat."
Bailian: "..."
The female devil squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Young man, don't show such a lonely expression. You must know that in ancient times, there were immortal swords that cultivated a spiritual body, and they became a couple with their master. What a good story, this Sword of the Heavens is the first ancient divine sword in the world. Maybe one day it will turn into a beautiful lady to be with you. "
The aura of the Sword of the Heavens is perfect. After disappearing, Balian felt waves of weakness in his body. He glanced at the beautiful head dangling around his waist: "Are all the kings of the devil world so old and dishonest?"
The female devil's swaying movements froze, her eyelids twitched, and she gritted her teeth and said: "You blind brat, I have a beautiful face, youth and beauty, how can I be old?!"
Bailian No longer paying attention to the talkative Demon King, His Majesty sat down cross-legged next to the edge of the bronze door and began to adjust his breathing to calm down the huge and empty feeling of weakness in his body.
In the cold abyss, one cannot see the bottom at a glance. The world under the door is cold and dead, but it is not a dry and empty world. The dark atmosphere that is enough to make the world uneasy is unbearable for the corpse demon. A monk with exhausted spiritual power suddenly came to a spiritual mountain with abundant spiritual veins, but with local materials, the cold dark power here could quickly and effectively nourish the corpse bead in his body.
(End of this chapter)