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Chapter 1758 The Function of the Phoenix Knife

Feng Zhentian just fell by accident.

He has already severed the causal relationship with these old people, and he will not have any more emotions when they meet again.

Hen Tianyao didn't deliberately make him nostalgic, but just signaled him to read on.

I saw-

Bai Shanglou flipped his palm, and a testament ball appeared in his hand.

He put five fingers together: "Accept!"

In an instant, all the testament balls in the sub-halls of the Tianluo Temple turned into a white light and flew in front of Baishanglou. They accumulated more and more, and in a blink of an eye they condensed into a big white ball nearly one person tall.

Bai Shanglou put his hand on the big white ball, his eyebrows darkened, and he suddenly shouted: "Get over here!"

After the words fell, the testament ball erupted with a burst of intense light and scattered in all directions.

The person corresponding to the testament ball—no matter where he was, suddenly his mind was shaken, and he set off towards the headquarters of Tianluo Temple uncontrollably.

Including Zhao Jinyan, there is no exception.

Their consciousness is clear, but they can't make any resistance at all.

It was as if someone had suddenly grabbed his heart.

With just a slight movement, the heart will be crushed.

There was a look of horror on their faces.

What went wrong?
No one would have imagined that the seemingly intimate, humane and inconspicuous testament ball would become their life-threatening ball——

However, there is no point in being frightened.

They could only be led back to Tianluo Temple like marionettes, and entered the God-making Hall.

The lobby is full of black stone pillars towering above the sky, covered with strange runes, and chains extend from the stone pillars, restraining souls with painful expressions.

Every time the soul man devours a soul, it will make a horrible cry, which is creepy.

In the past, they treated their enemies this way.

Seeing the enemy being swallowed amidst the screams of pain, they were particularly relieved.

Who would have thought that now they have become one to be devoured.

The less courageous almost fainted on the spot.

Even the brave ones were too frightened to find Bei.

They always thought that they were the subordinates of Tianluo Temple, even the management, but who knew, they were just stockpiling food.

Zhao Jinyan's eyes showed various emotions such as anger, unwillingness, and pain. Suddenly, he suddenly aroused the power belonging to the Yan clan deep in his soul, and a burst of purple light erupted from his body. He forcibly broke free from the shackles of the will ball, and staggered back. go.

The rest of the people who couldn't move showed envy in their eyes when they saw this, and struggled with all their strength.

"Ah!"

Bai Shanglou let out a light snort, and raised his hand to pinch Zhao Jinyan's will ball, which had just run out of the big ball.

puff!
A muffled sound.

The heart was crushed.

Zhao Jinyan fell down by the door of the god-making hall, with blood gushing from his mouth.

Zhao Jinyan's eyes were open, and he could not rest in peace——

The soul guards in the god-making hall quickly came up, grabbed the slightly purple soul that floated out of the body, dragged it and threw it onto the black stone pillar.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The soul man let out another heart-piercing scream, no matter how much Zhao Jinyan's spirit struggled, it was useless.

At the last second, Zhao Jinyan was still thinking, how could he die before his great cause was accomplished...how could he just die like this?
This question, no one can answer him.

……

After watching the whole process, Feng Zhentian raised his eyebrows and said, "Ten Marquises make a Martial King, and ten Marquis Kings make a Martial Emperor? It only takes 100 million Marquis spirits to make a Martial God, it's quite easy."

——Under the premise of not counting losses.

Hen Tianyao showed a little complacency on his face.

Before he could open his mouth, Feng Zhentian said again: "However, I don't quite understand why you build Martial Gods day and night? It doesn't take so much to rule the Azure Cloud Continent."

Hen Tianyao's face was even more proud: "Aren't you very smart?"

Feng Zhentian waved his hand lazily: "I'm indeed smart. But I never use my intelligence on such private matters—no matter how smart a normal person is, he can't figure out the intentions of a lunatic, right?"

Hate Tianyao was not angry.

He looked into the light mirror, his penetrating eyes were more sinister than usual, but with a fanaticism that he didn't have before: "My original purpose of using Lihun Poison was not to create gods, but to find the true blood of the Phoenix."

Appearances can be disguised.

The spirit cannot be disguised no matter what.

Just like Zhao Jinyan, he is from the Yan family, and his soul naturally has a trace of the color and breath of the Yan family.

It's a pity that after spending so many years, he only found a few Sky Phoenix Clan, and he didn't see a single sign of Phoenix God Clan or Phoenix True Blood.

Later, he happened to see the abandoned soul after being poisoned by Lihun poison, thinking that instead of wasting it, it is better to collect it for his own use, so he took the god-making plan through the soul clan.

Feng Zhentian narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why are you looking for Phoenix True Blood?"

Hen Tianyao's voice was rough and bitter, and he paused every word: "Use the true blood of the phoenix to forge the Destiny Phoenix Knife, and cut a path to the sky!"

"Your goal is to ascend to immortality?" Feng Zhentian was really surprised this time, "The Destiny Phoenix Sword is so troublesome, why not go directly to Hate Xiaoyao's Immemorial Sword."

It has been rumored in the Cangyun Continent that Hate Xiaoyao used the ancient sword to cut off the Nine Heavens God Lei and ascended to immortality.

In fact, what Hate Xiaoyao split was not the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, but a road leading to the sky.

Hen Tianyao gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not a swordsman, and I can't achieve the sword practice of Hen Xiaoyao."

Feng Zhentian let out a "ha" laugh: "It's really rare that you would admit that you are not as good as him."

Hen Tianyao gave him a cold look: "So what? As long as I succeed in refining the Destiny Phoenix Knife, I can cut a path to the sky no matter what."

The biggest difference between the Destiny Phoenix Knife and the Immemorial Excalibur is that the Immemorial Excalibur can only be useful if its owner is powerful, while the Destiny Phoenix itself is the greatest weapon in the world, and has nothing to do with the master's cultivation.

The ancient bodhi tree is dead, and the road to heaven is broken. For Hen Tianyao, this is the fastest and most likely path to immortality.

He didn't care about Tianluo Temple at all.

All he cares about is when he can get the complete Phoenix Knife.

Feng Zhentian smiled noncommittally, and asked again: "What is the purpose of your ascension to immortality? To seek revenge for Xiaoyao?"

These words successfully stimulated Hen Tianyao.

Hen Tianyao's face became extremely ferocious, his eyes seemed to be poisoned, and his voice was as unpleasant as a knife scraping a bone: "Obviously I was the first person to know Xi Xi back then, why should I hate Xiaoyao? Take away Xixi?! Why can he stay and fly with Xixi in the fairy world?"

Feng Zhentian was stunned.

Back then, Hen Xiaoyao was invincible in the world, and Hen Tianyao followed Hen Xiaoyao's ass like a little follower, without any sense of existence.

He has been unable to figure out why Hen Tianyao would do so many heinous things.

Now, he finally understood.

Hate Tianyao likes the past.

(End of this chapter)