Chapter 400 Trial of the Fallen Angel
Ji Wantang raised his hand and the blood-red thin sword turned into a blood-red scythe, and the gray-white eye gave off a completely different light than before.
When I looked at Ji Wantang before, I could only feel the bloody madness in Ji Wantang's eyes. However, when she locked her eyes with her gray-white eyes, Lin Zhao clearly felt an unprecedented death. The aura enveloped his body, and there was no life left at all, everything was dead.
Another magical skill that seems to have a domain.
Lin Zhao noticed this and couldn't help complaining, doesn't the spiritual skill in this field depend on the compatibility and is very difficult to find and practice?
Why did she use two of Ji Wantang's moves before she had even exchanged them?
The influence of the surrounding Heavenly Phoenix King was almost nonexistent because of the absolute deathly silence emanating from Ji Wantang. Lin Zhao felt that his hand holding the Heavenly Phoenix Bone Sword was a little heavier.
But it is obvious that the negative effects brought by the spiritual skills in this field are not only for the opponent. Ji Wantang's own speed has also slowed down a lot after using this spiritual skill.
No, isn’t that slow?
The bloody scythe vaguely changed color. Ji Wantang's black hair slowly turned into the same gray-white color as her natural weapon. One eye was gray and the other was blood-red. She raised her head He raised his hand, and the bloody giant scythe in his hand flickered with color for a moment, and slashed out a blade towards Lin Zhao.
That sword light is the current color of the bloody scythe. Perhaps it should be said to be a white bone scythe.
Ji Wantang's speed was reduced by her own spiritual skills, but the speed of her spiritual skills was not. The speed of her spiritual skills was not fast, but the sword light was in front of Lin Zhao in an instant.
The phoenix wings behind Lin Zhao opened up, and the phoenix wings gathered back to form a shield, blocking the sword light.
When the white sword light came into contact with the resistance of the phoenix wing, it actually let out a strange and sharp laugh as if it were alive, and then spread out, forming a strange-looking white phoenix bird, surrounding the forest. Zhao danced gracefully, and when its wings vibrated, it waved out white air currents, wrapping Lin Zhao in the vortex formed by these air currents
The white phoenix bird exuded a vague, ominous and cold atmosphere.
"Ghost bird." Grandma Honghu's voice rang out in Lin Zhao's sea of consciousness: "This girl, she definitely has more than..."
The rest of Grandma Honghu's voice, Lin Zhao could no longer hear, through the ghost She looked into Ji Wantang's bloody eyes in the air vortex cage that the bird had built for herself.
"In this battle between you and me, don't let others interfere, right?" The white bone sickle in Ji Wantang's hand grew larger again, and another sword light shot out.
This time the sword light was brighter than the first one, and the murderous intent was also sharper.
Lin Zhao relied on the phoenix wing shield to resist the first attack and knew that this attack could never be defended against.
So she transformed the Sky Phoenix Bone Sword into a spear. The phoenix wings shook, and the tail of the spear hit the void beneath her feet. As the tail of the spear shook into the air, a golden light appeared from under her feet.
The golden light rose up, exuding fiery spiritual currents, turning into pieces of golden petals, rising from the bottom one after another, wrapping the vortex of air current surrounding Lin Zhao.
The golden feathers carry a strong breath of life. These breaths of life intertwined and tore with the dead air of the gray airflow, making bursts of harsh sounds.
Lin Zhao got out of the trap, no longer trying to figure out the situation and waiting for Ji Wantang to take action, Xuan Xu shadow moved to encourage him.
This time when Xuanxu moved, Lin Zhao did not leave any black shadow, but there was still Lin Zhao where she was originally, but she herself appeared behind Ji Wantang.
The tip of the spear struck Ji Wantang downwards from the head.
At this speed, Ji Wantang will never be able to escape unless he uses more advanced physical and spiritual skills than Xuanxu Shadow Movement.
However, Ji Wantang herself had no intention of escaping. The moment the gun tip fell, a pair of wings flew out from behind her.
These wings are not blood-colored, or even feathered wings.
The moment it appeared, a sharp guillotine shining with metallic luster protruded from the edge of the pair of wings, making the spear that Lin Zhao struck down scream.
This change was beyond Lin Zhao's expectation, and she had to flutter her wings and once again distance herself from Ji Wantang.
"If I'm not mistaken, the weapon in your hand is the Tianhuang Bone Sword, right?" Since Ji Wantang has revealed his wings, he no longer intends to hide them. "Did you get some inheritance from the ancestral phoenix?" Ji Wantang curled his lips slightly, and the gray-white pupils actually had a faint tendency to split.
“But Lin Zhao, you are not the only one who has the inheritance of the ancestral gods!”
Ji Wantang laughed loudly, holding the white giant scythe with both hands, red Her eyes were white, her long gray hair was dancing in the wind, and her blood-colored phoenix robe began to fly as her giant scythe grew larger again. She stood in the air, and at this moment, the shadow of the blood phoenix condensed behind Ji Wantang. .
However, in addition to the crazy bloodshed of the Blood Phoenix Lucky One, she also exudes an absolutely cold and oppressive feeling of being in charge of life and death and judging all living beings.
"The power of the ancestral spirits..."
Lin Zhao didn't need to spend too much time to know which creation god Ji Wantang was the inheritance of.
Double pupils appear, traces of ancestral spirits, but Ji Wantang has always shown the ability of a blood phoenix lucker. Who would have thought that she would have the inheritance of ancestral spirits?
But from the beginning, Lin Zhao never underestimated Ji Wantang's terrifying potential.
Ji Wantang's slender hand held the giant white scythe, and between the white eyebrows, a trace of blood slowly appeared. In the end, the trace split open directly, forming a dark-white eye.
Without saying a word, Lin Zhao turned the spear into a sword, activated his spiritual energy, danced the long sword, stacked the swords, and accumulated oppression with every move.
Because of Lin Zhao's spiritual skill, the defensive shield of the battle platform had some cracks.
People outside seemed to notice something and quickly repaired it.
Lin Zhao locked his eyes tightly on Ji Wantang, retracted his phoenix wings behind him, and put his whole body's spiritual energy on this move.
"Tian Zhu, help me!"
The dark talisman pen came out in response, and as Lin Zhao's voice fell, complex spiritual talismans were written quickly under the stimulation of Lin Zhao's spiritual energy
The spiritual seals produced by these spiritual talismans overlapped with Lin Zhao's sword light and blended into this space.
The sky and the earth seemed to dim. The temperature of this space dropped little by little, and crystal clear snowflakes fell.
Lin Zhao's long sword started to move. At first, it was just the simplest spiritual skill that had been with her for the longest time. The pure brilliance seemed to illuminate the dimmed world. However, the radiance that lit up was Only the light from the tip of the sword chased the enemy.
"The souls from thousands of mountains have returned to me, and they have given me cold light. This sword is called the killing of thousands of souls."
Ji Wantang narrowed his eyes, and the white giant scythe suddenly moved, as if he was sighing.
Thousand Spirits Slash arrived, and the giant scythe burst out with an unprecedented black-red light, and actually swallowed Thousand Spirits Slash directly.
A strange blood color appeared in the center of Ji Wantang's white eyes between her eyebrows. Her double pupils slowly made a human voice in Lin Zhao's cold gaze.
"Trial of the Fallen Angel"
Fallen Angel Judgment, this is a command skill that only gods are qualified to issue.
Of course Ji Wantang cannot be a god, so there is only one possibility.
Eye of the Fallen Angel, Ji Wantang’s eye, is it the eye of the ancestral spirit?