Heavenly Sword Emperor

Chapter 1197 Waste, second it
"Unexpectedly, I didn't pay attention for a while, and a fly broke into the Black Wraith Prison."

Looking at the third floor, where Tianyang was fighting with the ghost-faced king, Huatian Mozun smiled slightly.

Turning around and looking aside, the man who was imprisoned closest and also the most secure.

"This guy seems to have... the aura of the swords of the heavens. Tell me, why did he come here?"

Huatian Mozun smiled lightly. Hearing this, the man who had kept his eyes closed and kept his ears closed widened his eyes, "The Swords of the Heavens!?"

3 years ago, because he was defeated by Huatian Demon Lord, he left the sword in an unknown world!
"That's right, I'm also a little surprised. It was beaten like that back then, and the Sword of the Heavens can still be preserved."

"It can only be said that the things given by Shenxuan old miscellaneous hair are just different."

Huatian Mozun chuckled, "You're right, Shentian Wuzun."

Black Wraith Prison, the fifth floor.

On the fifth floor, there is only one cage, and a set of tables and chairs.

On the chair, sat Huatian Mozun, and in the cage, under countless sharp knives, was Shentian Wuzun!
"As the first human Wu Zun who almost killed me in 10 years, I don't know, what do you think of this little fly that suddenly broke in?"

Huatian Mozun smiled lightly, and in his words, he didn't put Tianyang in his eyes at all.

Hearing this, the man who was surrounded by sharp blades, blood continued to flow out, and disappeared under the ground strangely, suddenly showed a mocking smile.

"I can kill you, a piece of rubbish."

Hearing this, Huatian Mozun's face twitched, and his face turned cold, then he waved his hand with a sneer.

The picture that could only be seen by him alone suddenly enlarged to the point where he could clearly see the entire fifth floor and any corner!

"Well, I'd like to let you see for yourself."

"What is the difference between my puppet now and me back then!"

……

"Tsk tsk, is the pure primordial body still infested with demon energy?"

Tian Yang repelled the gloomy grimace in front of him casually, chuckled lightly, and devoured all the escaping devil energy by the way.

The name of this ghost-faced king is domineering, but the power he can display does not match the name of domineering at all.

After all, Tianyang's Yuanshen power at this moment has already entered the peak Wuzun realm for a long time, and even quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, and there is a trace of entering the holy realm.

Such a powerful power of primordial spirit is almost an instant kill for any peak Martial Lord. Although this gloomy face was modified by Huatian Demon Lord to be a little terrifying, in fact, it was just like that.

If it wasn't for the fear of killing this grimace with a sword, Tianyang would have burned it to ashes with the help of Destroying Zhenyan.

"Hmph, Ghost Face King, is one of the most powerful works of this seat, but it took 82 yuanshen of the third-level peak Wuzun to make it just now."

"Born with extremely powerful resentment, coupled with my injection, let alone a little fly that sneaked in, even you back then may not be the opponent of the Ghost Face King!"

Huatian Mozun sneered and said sarcastically.

Looking at the picture, Tian Yang, who was constantly swinging his sword to repel the attack of the grimace, showed deep disdain.

Such an attack, for Ghost Face King, has almost zero effect.

How could it be possible to defeat Ghost Face King with this?
"Wait, it won't take more than 10 minutes, this little fly will be exhausted and become a part of the ghost-faced king."

Huatian Mozun sneered again and again, while Shentian Wuzun kept his expression unchanged and spit out a word.

"I think you're the trash who will be killed by this little guy first."

Huatian Mozun heard the words, his expression suddenly turned cold, "Hmph! When this little fly is dead, I want to see how stubborn you can be!"

And at this time, the third floor of the Black Soul Prison.

Tianyang stepped on the vast nine transformations, and instantly dodged the impact of the souls covering an extremely wide area. With a wave of his hand, stars flew out like meteors.

Violently, it pierced through the body of this eerie grimace!
"This guy's magic energy is just that little?"

Feeling the entanglement for a few minutes, Tian Yang frowned slightly as he absorbed the magic energy that was not even half of the envoy of the Illusory Temple.

The strength of this gloomy grimace is much stronger than that of the envoy of the Illusory Temple, but the magic energy absorbed by Tianyang is so rare.

"My ghost-faced king is my most outstanding work in the past 2 years!"

"In this galaxy, I don't know how many strong human races are staring at this seat's Black Soul Prison, and have obtained a lot of martial arts against demonic energy."

"Therefore, I took the human Wu Zun Yuanshen as the basis, and the magic energy is just a support!"

Huatian Mozun saw Tianyang's frown, and immediately burst out laughing.

Before, I don't know how many monks of the human race tried to kill the capable general of Huatian Demon Lord when he let the ghost face king out.

However, they soon discovered something wrong with Ghost Face King!
The magic-breaking treasure they are proud of, in front of the ghost-faced king, seems to be scratching an itch, useless, but they are the inhuman beings chased and killed by the ghost-faced king!
It is because of this characteristic that at least dozens of peak Wu Zun died under the Ghost Face King's subordinates.

Tianyang will also become one of these dozens!

"The primordial spirit is rotten, and the demonic energy is only a few catties or two. It's nothing if you want it. What's the use of you?"

Tianyang frowned, didn't bother to bother, and stood still instantly.

Seeing this, Huatian Mozun laughed even more, "How dare you stop in front of the ghost-faced king? Shentian Wuzun, you who are chosen by the sword are not very good!"

Hearing this, Shentian Wuzun, who had been sarcastically speaking, suddenly sank slightly. Although he had been imprisoned for 3 years, he still had extraordinary combat experience back then.

Before this, Tian Yang kept avoiding, and only occasionally used a few martial arts with minimal lethality to repel the Ghost Face King.

stop now...

Isn't this a chance for Ghost Face King to kill him!

"go to hell!!!"

The gloomy grimace screamed, and the Yuanshen attacks that were enough to kill the peak Wuzun turned into long thorns and shot at Tianyang viciously!
The blood is shining, the world is dim!
Huatian Mozun laughed out loud, and couldn't wait to see that Shentian Wuzun's faith had collapsed, and his face was ashen.

"One piece of trash, let's take a second."

At this time, Tianyang let out a breath.

I have a mouthful of black and yellow breath, which can swallow the heavens, the earth, the sun, the moon and the stars.

With one breath, he shot out suddenly, turning into a terrifying holy sword, and shot out toward the eerie grimace!

The way of swordsmanship in the holy realm, beheading people, beheading the body, and beheading the soul!

A sword is shot out, and the sword shines in the world!
The expression on Huatian Mozun's face froze for an instant, and the next moment.

The flying fragments of Yuanshen Jing exploded instantly under this breath of sword energy.

The strongest puppet of Huatian Mozun, the ghost-faced king, has fallen!
(End of this chapter)