Chapter 2604: scrambling

Above the sky, light and shadow are constantly surging, and all kinds of heroic spirits are showing their might, scrambling to rush into the dark magic sword in the center.
The Jiucai Dragon King and the Jiu-Tun Ghost King below also looked solemn. They seemed to have witnessed the great war in the ancient times, and the desolate atmosphere that rushed to their faces made them stunned.
"I have heard of this uncle forging swords with souls, but it is only seen in my life that tens of thousands of ancient heroic spirits are used to forge swords. It is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying magic swords will be forged..." The Ghost King of Wine Swallowing looked up and couldn't help it. He muttered in his heart.
"As expected of His Highness the Young Master, it is just around the corner for the Holy Spirit's lineage to reach its peak again!" There was an undisguised excitement and pride in the eyes of the Nine-Colored Dragon King, and he secretly clenched his fists.
"Shhhhh..."
Countless heroic spirits are still pouring into the pitch-black magic sword. It can be seen that the black mist above the magic sword is gradually dissipating, and you can vaguely see its general appearance.
This magic sword is wider than the slender Chaos Magic Sword, but it is not as cumbersome as a giant sword. At the intersection of the hilt and the blade, there is a domineering totem of the head of a black dragon, which exudes a sinister and awe-inspiring infiltration. breath.
Rao is that the magic sword has not yet fully formed itself, and the coercion it exudes is already terrifying enough that all the ancient soldiers in the entire ten thousand soldiers are trembling slightly, and even many of the weaker are kneeling. Dare to get up.
However, with the passage of time, Feng Yixiu clearly felt that the speed of swallowing heroic spirits gradually became slower and slower. A chaotic atmosphere made him feel uneasy, and a sharp pain from the soul level made his forehead ooze cold sweat.
Fortunately, these ancient heroic spirits are all willing to become sword souls. If not, I am afraid that if they take the opportunity to launch a backlash, I will not say whether Feng Yixiu can suppress them for the time being.
"Master, are you really giving your concubine a problem?" A soft vibrato sounded in Feng Yixiu's mind, he knew that this was the Demon Lord of Soldiers communicating with him.
"Isn't it what you said? I only need to be in charge of searching for heroic spirits, do you leave the rest to you?" Feng Yixiu gritted his teeth and insisted, asking.
"That's what I said, but the concubine didn't expect the ancient heroic spirits you conquered to be so powerful!" The voice of the Demon Lord of Soldiers was still extremely weak, and at the same time swallowing nearly 10,000 ancient heroic spirits made her a little overwhelmed.
"It's not good that the quality is high... Didn't you say that the strength of the heroic soul affects the strength of the final magic sword?" Feng Yixiu frowned and muttered softly.
"Yes, the concubine did say these words, but it was also to let you conquer high-quality heroic spirits as much as possible, but you are too exaggerated!" The Demon Lord of Soldiers was a little aggrieved, hesitated for a moment, and continued. Said: "To tell you the truth, the strength of Heroic Spirits that the Awakening Demon Sword can withstand is limited. Ordinary Heroic Spirits can indeed absorb 10,000, but now they have reached the limit and cannot continue to absorb..."
"Then I don't care. What you promised must be done. If you promised 10,000 statues, then you can't have any less!"
Feng Yixiu looked around and found that there were only nearly 6,000 ancient heroic spirits absorbed, which was far from the 10,000 he expected.
These are all ancient relics that he finally found, if he just gave up so easily, he would be reluctant no matter what!
"Hey...the concubine will accompany the master crazy once!" The Demon Lord of Soldiers refused to give up when he saw the wind, but sighed helplessly, and the still dark vortex began to rotate at a high speed, and then he did not forget to instruct: "King Shura's Heart can help resist the backlash of the soul!"
Hearing this, Feng Yixiu nodded silently, sitting cross-legged in mid-air, a faint golden light emerged from his heart, and a heartbeat like a drum of war was heard after a while.
The phantom of a solemn and solemn King Shura slowly emerged behind Feng Yixiu, which quickly calmed down the already restless dark magic sword.
The Shura King's Heart, also known as the Pluto's Heart, can not only make the wind also repair all evil, but most importantly, it has an instinctive suppressing effect on all souls.
Sure enough, after Feng Yixiu used King Shura's heart, the swallowing black hole that was about to stagnate began to frantically absorb ancient heroic spirits.
One minute and one second passed, and nearly two days have passed since Feng Yixiu began to absorb ancient heroic spirits on a large scale, and his willpower has almost reached its limit.
If you look closely, you can clearly see that the illusion of King Shura behind Feng Yixiu is extremely dim, and there are countless cracks in the golden body, as if it may completely collapse at any time.
Once the illusion of King Shura collapses, the soul backlash at that moment will come like a tide, and a little carelessness may turn Feng Yixiu into an idiot.
"Lord, it's almost there..." The voice in Feng Yixiu's mind came again, but it was also extremely weak.
"There are still two ancient heroic spirits to reach ten thousand, I can count them!" Feng Yixiu shook his head and did not agree to stop.
Once the Awakening Demon Sword is formed, it cannot be changed. Feng Yixiu does not wish to have any regrets in the future. He must be perfect!
As soon as the words fell, the two heroic spirits sank into the black vortex at the same time, but at this moment, the illusion of King Asura behind Feng Yixiu's golden light, it seems that it may burst in the next second.
At the critical moment, the Demon Lord of Soldiers took back control of the pitch-black Demon Sword in time, and the black vortex that devoured the heroic spirit disappeared instantly.
"boom!"
A powerful soul storm suddenly erupted, sending all the heroic spirits around that had not yet been absorbed into the air.
This soul breath is extremely peculiar. It cannot cause substantial damage to objects, but it makes all creatures with souls feel a great shock.
The slightly weaker soul body was instantly annihilated, and even a powerful existence like the drunken ghost king couldn't help but shake his mind, and he didn't recover for a long time.
"What a terrifying soul fluctuation..." The Nine-Colored Dragon King half-knelt on the ground, shaking his head hard to keep himself awake.
"This kind of feeling..." The Ghost King of Wine Swallowing was not unable to resist and fell to his knees, but his face was a little dignified. Looking at the magic sword that was gradually taking shape in mid-air, he seemed to recall some bad memories.
At this time, Feng Yixiu had completely reached his limit, and even the strength to wave his wings was gone, but the pitch-black magic armor attached to his body emitted a faint glow, preventing him from falling to the ground.