Chapter 1719: One sword to break the law

If it is said that at the first moment, those endless undead condense the power of Yin and evil aimed at the soul level, then at this moment, the souls of the tens of thousands of resurrected gods, the master is the power of killing. That was the purest mad condensation of killing and killing aura.
You must know that the ancient soldiers that can be hidden deep in this soldier mound have experienced thousands of years of tempering, contaminated with the blood of countless Human Race Tianjiao, and the killing aura that comes out of sleep.
That can be counted as the terrifying arrogance accumulated over thousands of years, all condensed together.
At this moment, all the souls sacrificed in the battlefield all had an involuntary shudder. I am afraid that except for Xu Yang, who holds the Ice Emperor Tower in his palm, there is no way for anyone else to be completely spared from this great slaughter guard.
Before he knew it, Xu Yang seemed to have sensed the trembling of the hundreds of thousands of troops behind him, and the trembling of his soul, and decisively gave up the state of fusion with the Ice Emperor Tower, instead he pressed the dazzling ice blue main artifact to the rear. Above the heads of a hundred thousand army.
Helping these comrades under his command to act as a guardian medium against the aura of killing, on the contrary, they let themselves soar into the air without any artifact guarding them, actually carrying thousands of awakened artifacts in the entire military sacred grave with their own flesh. Soul.
"Hehehe, a human race who has such courage to not be afraid of death, I should have taken you with admiration. Now that you have not been completely torn apart by the murderous intent of the magical soldiers around you, where is the best way to go to the deity? Where to go back. Otherwise, you may not even know how you died later."
These words are naturally the mysterious lord in the guarding sacred mound, which is directly transmitted to Xu Yang's soul world in the form of soul sound transmission. However, Xu Yang has such a existence, but he smiled indifferently, and he played it out without hesitation. A stronger voice of the soul responded.
"I came to your place to abolish your dojo, destroy your soul, and occupy all the sharp blades of your gods. This is my only purpose."
You must know that let alone one of the five forbidden areas on the road to the sky, even if it is any other monk's dojo, Xu Yang, as an intruder, dares to speak to the owner of the family. It is definitely an incomparable offense. Up.
Sure enough, when Xu Yang responded with this echo and penetrated into the other's soul world, the figure hidden in the darkness suddenly rose into the air.
With a domineering attitude, he overlooked the void position where Xu Yang was.
"Bold human race, whoever gave you the courage to dare to be so presumptuous in the Bingshen Tomb, you are afraid that you have never experienced a real battlefield of death.
As soon as the voice fell, a figure that couldn't see the specific outline appeared out of thin air around his body, and hundreds of ancient artifacts gathered at the same time.
Although the souls of these artifacts are kept in a relatively balanced state under the restriction of a very special rule of law, no one can see that the souls of these artifacts that have chosen to subdue are as if they have become this mysterious master. The soul puppet, as long as he gives an order, any artifact can be awakened anytime and anywhere, and his own battle soul can join the battle.
"Damn, what kind of method does this guy use? He can control so many magic weapons at the same time with his own power. If it is for another person, let his soul match the few ancient magic weapons here. Bound, have to bear huge pressure.
After all, each of these ancient gods had a unique soul of an artifact, some were domineering, some were gentle, and some were bloodthirsty. Almost the soul of a human race can bind one or two divine weapons at the same time, and sharp blades are both very powerful.
This guy is bound to hundreds of artifact souls at the same time, and he is not afraid that his soul will be completely swallowed by these artifact souls. Such doubts appeared in the minds of Long Kun and others. Everyone could not figure out how the other party was. To do this.
As everyone knows, it is precisely because this guy has created a powerful law that can suppress thousands of souls of divine artifacts at the same time, he has advanced to the realm of Promise.
In other words, the meaning of its existence is also because he was able to make a breakthrough in the inheritance of this respect, and opened up an unprecedented tradition that specifically suppresses the soul of the artifact, so that he has the qualifications to be the master of this large forbidden area. opportunity.
Today he is in this capacity. Surrendering to the will of the Supreme God, although it is still a puppet posture, but how many people want to sit on the puppet of the will of the Supreme God, do not have this opportunity yet.
After all, surrendering to the Supreme God is for him to use. One of the most obvious benefits is to be able to obtain the qualification of immortality. This is also regarded as a kind of glory in the eyes of countless human monks in Kunlun Shendao.
Of course, for Xu Yang these honorable monks who have their own beliefs, even if they have a longer life, even if they can enjoy eternity and have an unparalleled strong cultivation base, they have to be under the control of others for the rest of their lives. The taste is really life. It's better to die.
Decreased as the puppets of the Supreme God consciousness, in Xu Yang's view, these people have no complete meaning of life. It is equivalent to giving up true freedom, and a cultivator who can't even satisfy his freedom, even if he has a strong cultivation base, what's the use?
Little did he know that the reform Xu Yang was making today was to lead the line of monster beasts and fight for the true freedom of the race of monster beasts.
"Hehe, these artifacts of yours are nothing more than a pile of broken copper and rotten iron in my eyes. I only need this sword in my hand to break all of your artifacts. If you don't believe it, you can give it a try."
After Xu Yang finished speaking, he gently waved the eternal kendo in front of him with the palm of his hand, completing the cohesion in the most brilliant form of sword light. The huge eternal swordsmanship and sword light stood in front of him, and the waves of sword energy released could tremble with the suppression of all the artifacts in front of this guy.
"Oh my god, is this the so-called one sword to break the ten thousand magic? Your Excellency Xu Yang's kendo attainments are unfathomable. If he can really prove his dao in this place today, then his understanding of kendo I'm afraid it will be able to take it to the next level."
After all, for any kendo monk, to conquer a kendo master of the same strength, his understanding of kendo can only be improved by a small part, but if he can conquer a supreme artifact of the spirit of spirit, then his own kendo itself will be The increase, the effect is indeed quite terrifying.
Because every weapon soul of the ancient gods has experienced countless wars, bathed in the blood and soul of countless top powerhouses, and completed its transformation.
Conquering a sword soul is equivalent to conquering, the cultivation essence of thousands of individual monks who have been swallowed by him.
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