Chapter 1719: One sword

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 these thousands of gods who have revived, the master is the power of killing. That is the purest crazy condensation of killing and killing aura.
We must know that the ancient divine soldiers that can be hidden deep in this sacred tomb of soldiers, all have experienced thousands of years of tempering, are contaminated with the blood of countless human celestial arrogances, and sleep in the killing aura of death.
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 had a sense of involuntary tremor. I am afraid that except for Xu Yang with the palm of the Ice Emperor Tower, there is no way for anyone else to be completely spared from this great killing guard.
Before he knew it, Xu Yang seemed to have noticed the trembling of the hundreds of thousands of troops behind him, and the trembling of the soul, and decisively gave up the state of fusion with the Ice Emperor Tower. Instead, he pressed this 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, instead of letting oneself rise into the air without any artifact guarding it, he actually used his own body to carry the thousands of awakened artifacts of the entire soldier god. Soul.
"Hehehe, a human race has such courage not to 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 master in the guarding sacred grave, 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 with a cold smile, he shot it out without hesitation. A stronger voice of the soul responded.
"I came to your place to abolish your dojo, annihilate your soul, and occupy all the swords 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 heavens of the soldiers and gods, 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 absolutely unparalleled 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 gives 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 with no clear outline appeared around his body out of thin air, gathering hundreds of ancient artifacts at the same time.
Although these artifact souls are kept in a relatively balanced state under the restriction of a very special rule of law, no one can see that these artifact souls who choose 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 spirit can join the battle.
"Really, 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 has a unique soul of an artifact, some domineering, some gentle, and some 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 manifestations.
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. 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 significance 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 qualification to be the master of this large restricted area. opportunity.
Today he is in this capacity. Surrendering to the will of the Supreme God, although 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.
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, which can be regarded as a kind of glory in the eyes of countless human monks in Kunlun Shendao.
Of course, for Xu Yang, the 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 puppets of the supreme consciousness, in Xu Yang's view, these people have no complete meaning of life. It is equivalent to giving up true freedom, and a monk who can't even be satisfied with freedom, even if he has a strong cultivation base, what is the use?
Little did he know that Xu Yang was making a revolution today, which was to lead the line of monster beasts and win 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 his palm, 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 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 go to the next level.
After all, for any kendo monk, to conquer a kendo master of the same strength, his own understanding of kendo can only improve a small part, but if he can conquer a supreme artifact of the spirit, then his own kendo itself The increase, the effect is indeed quite terrifying.
Because every weapon soul of the ancient gods has gone through countless wars, bathed in the blood and soul of countless top powerhouses, and completed its transformation.
Conquering a sword weapon soul is equivalent to conquering, the cultivation essence of thousands of human monks who have been swallowed by him.
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