Prehistoric World Live Room System

Chapter 537 Divine Sword
The light of the sword was shining, and the long swords clashed, tearing apart the space, piercing the time, piercing Yin and Yang, leading the Taoist priest to have a deep crack between his brows, and a Buddha eye burst out from it, piercing through the divine sword, flooding the world. With the power of extinction, it is like a decayed world, and all the power is classified as decayed.

A sword light turned, pierced the sky, descended from the sky, and a ray of saint's breath shot out from it, wrapped around the broken long sword, and disappeared into the air. Into the samadhi.In Lingshan, Taoist Zhunti waved the Qibao Miaoshu stick in his hand directly, sweeping away the turbulent flow in the space, smoothing the violent atmosphere around him, and hitting Jianguang who was fleeing into the distance.

"boom!"

A crisp sword sound sounded, and a ray of sword glow seemed to be the only star in the world, shining in ten directions, directly knocking back the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree Staff, and Xuan'er disappeared into the world.

In Taoist Zhunti's expression, there was an unconcealable flame of anger, and he raised the Qibao wonderful tree staff in his hand, and was about to chase into the distance, when a voice rang in his ears, making him stop.

"Junior Brother, there is no need to follow me, take me back to Lingshan quickly!" The sound transmission of the spiritual thoughts that guides the Taoist is a little weak, like an old man in his dying years, who may die at any time.

Taoist Zhunti's complexion changed, and the wonderful tree stick of seven treasures in his hand danced across the sky, which confuses the heavenly secrets. His figure disappeared into the air together with the Taoist who led him, and fell into the depths of Lingshan.

"puff!"

Taoist Jieyin directly spat out a mouthful of blood, a huge blood-colored hole appeared between his eyebrows, and golden divine blood flowed out of it, his complexion was as pale as white paper, exuding a sense of death.

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" Taoist Zhunti's complexion changed, and a golden Bodhi tree appeared behind him, covering the world and turning everything into a golden ocean. The bodhi seeds, shining with golden light, traveled in the ocean. In the middle, a bodhi seed appeared in the hands of Taoist Zhunti, which instantly submerged into the sea of ​​consciousness that guided the Taoist.

A golden divine power, turning around the Taoist Jieyin, contained a strange power, smoothed the scars, and the Taoist Jieyin regained a trace of blood, opened his eyes, looked at the Taoist Zhunti, and swayed slightly. He waved his hands and said, "You don't need to work so hard, the Holy Sword King, the supernatural powers are really powerful, and he can comprehend a trace of the sword of the holy way, and he almost killed me, but it fell short. The Buddha Eye has cultivated to the state of great accomplishment, and today I will definitely drink my hatred on the spot!"

There was a horrified look in the eyes of Taoist Jieyin. Even he, in that moment and eternity, could hardly avoid that sharp and vicious blow.Although the divine sword was pierced through with the eyes of no Buddha and the eyes of nirvana, it left a scar after all.

"The sword of the holy way? The holy sword king is indeed tyrannical, but the brother is even better and completely defeated it. It is a pity that at the last moment, a wisp of remnant soul escaped!" Taoist Zhunti showed resentment on his face, Looking into the distance.

"It's okay, I can defeat it today, and I can definitely suppress it in the future, but it's the sword master who made the move this time, which makes me a little surprised!" Hui Mou turned, and the light of wisdom shone on Zhou Tian, ​​and said in a concentrated voice, although his face was pale, there was still an unquestionable overbearing.

"It turned out to be him, who repeatedly ruined my good deeds, and I will definitely make him look good in the future!" Taoist Zhunti's body exploded, his eyes burst into flames of anger, and the Qibao wonderful tree staff in his hand was shaken repeatedly by him, competing for the primordial purple energy, It was an eternal pain in his heart that Yang Tian stepped in and made him fall short.

"Sit down, the existence behind that person is not something that you and I can provoke, and besides, he has already become a saint at this time, even if you and I join hands, he is definitely not his opponent!" With a sense of sadness, he opened his mouth and said.

"Even if he is not his opponent today, in the future, when you and my brothers become saints, we must recover the karma of the past!" Taoist Zhunti's expression was firm, this was a thorn in his heart, as long as he was It cannot be removed, and it will even affect his continued progress, and even turn him into a demon, making him lose himself.

"I'll discuss this matter later, but this time my brother has suffered a fatal wound. He needs to practice in seclusion and at the same time comprehend the holy way. The junior brother will follow me to cultivate together!" He couldn't help but sigh, the scars he suffered were not as simple as they appeared on the surface, almost incurable wounds, if they were any stronger, it would be enough to block all his way forward.Even so, it is enough to make it difficult for him to comprehend the way of a saint in a short time.

"Forget it, in the future, I will definitely have a relationship with him, the hatred of the past." Taoist Zhunti sat cross-legged, and the Bodhi tree swayed with golden brilliance.The bodhi seed is not only a holy thing for healing, but also a holy thing for wisdom, which can help living beings, open up spiritual wisdom, and comprehend the way.

In the sky of Sword Mountain in the Southern Continent, on the top of a sword peak, sword lights flickered, covering the sky of a pool. Grinding Sword Peak was the place where Yang Tian practiced his sword.The sword energy is flying all around, and all kinds of sword ways are manifested together, and the traces of Yangtian are deeply engraved here.Even every plant and tree can be turned into a long sword, cutting time and space.

Dressed in green clothes, Yang Tian stood quietly beside the sword pond, watching the torrent of the waterfall rolling down from the top of the mountain, with an indifferent smile on his resolute face.

In his hand, a long sword suddenly appeared. The broken long sword was cracked everywhere and suffered fatal injuries. Only a wisp of remnant soul, the soul of the sword, kept him alive in the world.

A ray of light burst out from Yang Tian's fingertips, submerged into the cracked long sword, and a phantom, condensed from the long sword, was exactly the will of the Holy Sword King, full of majesty.

"Excalibur, you have a predestined relationship with this seat. You should worship under this seat and become the third disciple of this seat. I wonder if you are willing?" Yang Tian's voice, as soft as a spring breeze, echoed in the air. The holy sword king who transformed from the soul of the sword.In Yangtian's heart, he couldn't help but sigh a little. Even a legendary saint king who is a generation of saint kings, who roams the world and is almost invincible, will fall one day. If it is not for his help, the holy sword king will surely fall between heaven and earth. Can no longer appear.

"Sage of Sword Dao!" The phantom of the Holy Sword King shouted in surprise, as if suddenly discovering something incredible.

Wisps of sword light wandered behind Yang Tian. The Sword of Time and Space, the Sword of Sacredness, the Sword of Darkness, and the Sword of Light each represent a kind of kendo.

"Forget it, when my soul is reincarnated, I will naturally worship under your door!" A ray of light submerged into the body of the divine sword again, and after struggling for a long time, his voice came out.

"Since you can comprehend the way of the divine sword, I will teach you the way of the holy sword in the future, and you will definitely be able to comprehend the divine sword, merge it into one, and even break into a higher level!" Yang Tian showed a satisfied smile, Looking at the divine soul that disappeared into the divine sword, he couldn't help but speak loudly, feeling extremely comfortable.

In the land of Beiming, there are many deserted islands, and great monsters occupy this area. The once glorious Beiming Island has gradually lost its former glory. - The demon master Kunpeng was once the master of this territory, established the demon master palace, and even competed with the demon emperor Jun.

The demon master Kunpeng, a powerful man full of legends, once passed down the demon text, recorded the history of the demon clan, and made writing appear in the prehistoric world. According to legend.

Now the sorcerer Kunpeng is nowhere to be found, and the entire land of Northern Darkness is gloomy, and no other powerful people have ever come to occupy it. Even the ancestor witches of the witch clan have never thought of occupying this territory.Big monsters are rampant, the strong are respected, the weak prey on the strong, and killing battles are unfolding in this land all the time.

The law of the jungle is vividly displayed here, and no mercy is needed. Some only respect the strong, and the strong dominate everything. Compared with the Great Desolate Continent, it is more cruel and real.Gradually, there are also several god cities here. The three strong men, the Great Sage Shrouding the Sky, the Great Sage Zhanzun, and the Great Sage Qingming, have established their own forces, commanding one party, and their own strength has also entered the realm of gods and men. According to the rumors, among the three great sages, the most powerful Great Sage Shrouding the Sky stands at the pinnacle of the God-Man Realm, and may break into the Sub-Saint Realm at any time.

The once glorious and prosperous Demon Master's Palace also disappeared without any traces. The Demon Master Kunpeng even disappeared into the prehistoric world, covering up all the secrets of heaven, so that many powerful men could not detect his trace.

The Great Sage Qingming, according to legend, was once a disciple of the Demon Master Palace, responsible for guarding the land of Beiming.Since the disappearance of Beiming Island, he was the only one who appeared in the land of Beiming, established himself in the North Sea, gradually fought against the powerful from all directions, established the Qingming Palace, and stood in a tripod with the other two great sages.

The waves rolled, and on this day, in the land of the North Sea, a young man dressed in a black Taoist robe appeared, holding a black scepter in his hand, shining with the brilliance of silver stars, his eyes turned, looking into the distance, The tyrannical divine sense shrouded the entire Northern Underworld in his divine consciousness.

Daoist Xuantian showed a slight smile on his face, and the entire land of Beiming manifested in his heart, whether it was the tyrannical existence hidden in the depths, or some weak beings, everything was reflected in every detail. In his divine sense, there was no sound.

(End of this chapter)