The faint blue divine sword hung high in the sky, bursting with light.
With it as the center, the invisible energy fluctuations continue to spread, shaking everyone's hearts.
Although this divine sword is not a sacred tool, the sharpness revealed in it has a kind of supernatural power, which is obviously also an extremely rare ancient treasure.
"What is the sword seal?" Ye Fan asked subconsciously.
The ancestor of the hogman immediately explained: "Master, the sword seal is a very special kind of seal. Only the top sword repair, plus the top magic weapon, can produce the sword seal, which can be sealed in In the bodies of other monks, they will trigger on their own when encountering danger!"
"It's just that every sword seal needs to consume the true essence of life! If it is not necessary, sword repair will definitely not easily conceive a sword seal!"
"And this long sword should be the first of the seven magical weapons of Zhenwu Dao Sect-the true martial arts sword! Although known as the seven magic weapons, the true martial arts sword is the most precious. It can be called the treasure of the Zhenzong, the other six gods. The soldiers add up to it!"
"The power of the true martial arts sword is also beyond doubt. It is said that it can suppress the avenue, make a single sword, and be invincible forever!"
Just as the ancestors of the hogman were speaking, the mutation regenerated.
Next to the huge sword print, another phantom appeared.
Look carefully, it is a strange animal with a peculiar shape, like a combination of a python and a mysterious tortoise. The two spirit beasts are entangled, blended with each other, and closely integrated.
Such a strange beast brought a kind of condensed pressure to everyone in the field, which was no less than the mark of the true martial art sword, and it was breathless.
Some people of low power were directly pressed to vomit blood, and even fainted directly.
And above this strange beast entangled with turtles and snakes, there was also a withered old man standing.
The old man has white hair and dense wrinkles on his face. He is filled with the breath of the vicissitudes of life. He does not know how many years he has lived. Between his gestures, he reveals a misty breath, like a man in a fairy.
The Yuqing lotus crown he wore on his head was even more of a Taoist treasure, and only those who held the best were qualified to wear it.
Seeing this old man, Meng Shaoling’s eyes burst out with dazzling brilliance, like a drowning man who saw the life-saving straw and shouted with excitement:
"Master!"
...
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.
The identity of this old man is self-evident, it is the Supreme Elder of Zhenwu Dao Sect.
No one knows his exact age. It may be two thousand years or three thousand years.
In terms of seniority, he is much higher than the Sect Master of Zhenwu Dao Sect.
With such great power, he has been practicing in retreat all year round. Although his reputation is not as good as the "Seven Demon" and "Eight Demon", no one would doubt his strength.
No one could have imagined that such a big man would be alarmed today!
"Master, what is going on?" Meng Shaoling asked loudly.
Although the sword print erupted from his body, until now, he himself did not know what had happened.
The elder Tai Shang had no expression on his face, and said lightly: "Tui'er, when you leave the sect, I will borrow the true martial arts sword and inject this sword seal into your body. When you encounter danger, the sword seal will automatically trigger!"
"However, this sword seal can only be used once, and I will only give you a chance to ask for help! Whenever you encounter danger, you can only rely on your own strength. If you die, you can only say that you are not good at learning!"
"Thank you, Master!"
Meng Shaoling showed ecstasy, and then stretched out his fingers to Ye Fan and the others, gritted his teeth and said: "Master, it is them, not only are they going to put me to death, they also snatched the ruler!"
Hearing this complaint, the elder Taishang turned his head, and his deep eyes flashed with sharp light, as if thousands of thunder were surging in it.
The momentum revealed inadvertently is chilling.
Righteous and awe-inspiring, evil is not close!
Between the murderous intent, the gods and Buddhas stay away!
This is the coercion of the pinnacle powerhouse, and the momentum alone can make the enemy fearful and give up resistance.
At this moment, both the ancestor of the tiger man and the king of Qingjiao felt the great pressure, and his whole body was tense, as if facing an enemy.
Ye Fan looked straight at the phantom, thought for a moment, and said: "Don't panic! This is not the elder, but a divine mind clone. The power carried by it is less than a tenth of the deity! "
Like a similar divine mind clone, it was not the first time Ye Fan met.
At the beginning of the palace, the three princes of the Dawu dynasty came to kill in a fierce manner, and they also sacrificed the token of "Ru Zhen personally" and summoned a divine mind clone of the Emperor Wu.
Although after a bitter battle, Ye Fan finally relied on Shimen Life Soul to suppress the will of Emperor Wu.
And the strength of this real martial arts sect Taishang elder, let alone compared with Emperor Wu, I am afraid that even Emperor Xia is not as good.
Otherwise, he would not have been shrinking in the ruins, he would have been killed long ago.
Because of this, his divine mind clone shouldn't be very tough either.
...
"presumptuous!"
Suddenly, the elder Supreme yelled in anger, and the voice contained the supreme will, shaking the ten directions, and the terrifying sound wave turned into a tornado, which almost sent people flying.
"Ignorant child, don't be ashamed! Even if it's just a divine mind clone, it's easy to kill you!"
As soon as the voice fell, the strange beast entwined with turtles and snakes seemed to come alive, choosing people and devouring it, terrifying.
Immediately, the Supreme Elder slowly raised his hand, and the faint blue divine sword flew into his hand high in the sky.
In an instant, the human and the sword were united into one, completely natural, forming a whole, without the slightest flaw.
Although the sword hasn't been released yet, it gives people an illusion, as if the sword is released--
It must be like the nine heavens, the majesty of the sky, the independence of the world, the feathering of the fairy!
Surely like the vast land, the top of ten thousand mountains, the sword opens the gate of heaven, and the people are shocked!
The elder Taishang is holding the divine sword, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed endlessly, like an ancient standing upright in front of him.
He took nine steps in a row, and the space around him trembled, as if he was about to collapse at any time, and everything must be surrendered.
"The Ninth Form of True Martial Sword-Flying Fairy!"
