"Damn it!"

"It's so arrogant, brothers, kill him."

Their strength cannot be underestimated by Feiyanmen to guard this entrance. They are geniuses and their proud mentality makes them unable to tolerate any insults and provocations.

Ling Jianchen's words completely angered several people.

The war soldiers in each person's hands were dazzling and rushed towards Ling Jianchen.

Faced with the siege of several people, Ling Jianchen shook his head slightly: "The speed is too slow and the strength is insufficient. With your strength, you also want to kill me in exchange for the reward of 100 million spirit stones? I really don't know how to live or die!"

Just finished speaking.

Ling Jianchen slapped out with a palm: "Eight Desolate Mysterious Palm!"

Buzz!

When he waved this palm, everyone felt that the eyes were dark, and then, dim airflows danced like a spirit snake.

Eight stone tablets condensed in the air.

The stone tablets shook the sky, complementing each other, constantly circling and rotating in the air.

Eight beams of light flew into the air, turning into a cage, covering several people.

"Don't worry, let's take action to break it!"

"He is just the ninth level of the Martial Ancestor. We have the absolute strength to suppress him!"

Everyone looked relaxed.

At the same time...

However.

Their attacks were facing the cage made of eight stone tablets, but they were like a needle pointing to a steel plate, and they had no effect, like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no reaction at all.

On the contrary, the eight stone tablets were shaking violently.

A bunch of dim yellow fire suddenly spurted out of the stone tablet.

This is the flame of the Eight Desolations.

As soon as it touched their bodies, it suddenly became like a maggot attached to bones, constantly eroding their flesh and blood.

"What the hell is this? Save me, save me..."

"I don't want to die..."

The shrill screams were deafening, and several people were crying, but the flames of the Eight Desolates could not be removed. They were devoured by the Eight Desolates and turned into mummies. Finally, they turned into dust and sand in the sky, falling down like weathering.

In a blink of an eye.

All of these people have been erased.

Ling Jianchen waved his hand and took back the storage rings of the powerful men who were killed by him on the island of the passage. After checking, he showed a happy look: "There are more than 4,000 sword spirits from level one to ninth level, and there are fifty human-level sword spirits. This time it is a great harvest!"

Buzz!

The Broken Sky Knife left the body and floated in front of him.

Ling Jianchen threw the more than 4,000 sword spirits in front of it: "Enjoy this delicious meal!"

Buzz!

The Broken Sky Sword trembled with excitement.

As the black light sucked and spitted, it turned into a black Taotie, swallowing all the thousands of sword spirits into it. A burst of dazzling streaming light burst out from the sword spirit and merged into the Breaking Sky Sword.

Rumble!

The Breaking Sky Knife kept shaking, and the black light soared into the sky, as if it could not be supported and was about to be torn apart.

A series of cracks appeared on the blade, as if the entire sword was about to collapse, but with the blessing of the dazzling stream of light, the cracks on the blade condensed again and repaired as before.

The Broken Sky Knife kept collapsing and recovering.

The process of rehabilitation after the cracking.

During the entire process, the original divine pattern that appeared faintly on the Breaking Heaven Sword became brighter and clearer. This is a kind of nirvana and ultimate transformation for the Breaking Heaven Sword.

Only when the original divine pattern is completely condensed can this transformation be truly completed!

I don’t know how many times it cracked. When the last ray of bright light condensed by the sword spirit was swallowed, the Breaking Sky Sword condensed into a pitch-black galaxy, soaring straight into the sky and flying into the sky.

The Broken Sky Sword hangs a thousand meters above the sky, and a cloud of blood condenses.

"Divine weapons and heavenly tribulation? As long as you overcome this tribulation, the original divine pattern will be truly condensed..." Ling Jianchen looked sharply at the blood clouds that were constantly rolling.

clang—

With a crisp sound.

A pitch-black light burst out from the Breaking Sky Sword, and the black sword light turned into a black Milky Way, crossing most of the sky. The sword light went straight into the blood-colored clouds, and the clouds that were constantly brewing were slightly shocked.

Follow immediately.

The whole blood cloud burst into pieces, and the gloomy sky once again restored its light.

"Is it so easy to complete the tribulation?" Ling Jianchen uh.

Xiao Ling on his shoulder was confused and rubbed his face with his little claws: "I'm good, boss, have you been injected with chicken blood? Even the heavenly tribulation was shattered..."

"Master, Master, Master..."

While Ling Jianchen was lost, a silly voice suddenly rang in his mind.

Ling Jianchen was stunned and looked at the Duantian Sword that flew back in front of him, jumping happily like a baby: "Duantian? Have you developed spiritual intelligence?"

“Yes, yes master!”

The Broken Sky Sword was buzzing and vibrating. The extremely strong blade body was bent at ninety degrees, as if nodding, "Thank you for your spiritual wisdom from the Broken Sky. From now on, even if my sword cuts its soul, I will never betray my master!"

The spirit of the Broken Sky Sword grows very fast.

Becoming smarter.

Ling Jianchen laughed, held the Duantian Sword and asked, "Duantian, what level of combat soldier are you now?"

"Master, although I condensed the original divine pattern, I was too damaged when I fell from the divine realm before and could not fully exert the combat power of the original divine weapon. At present, I am equivalent to a high-level combat soldier at the ground level..." Duantian Dao Lian said.

Ling Jianchen showed such a look.

When Zi Ji's Xuan Fei fell from the divine realm and experienced the barrier between the divine and mortals, he was extremely damaged. Later, he gave himself the essence of the Zi Ji's Xuan Fei. It was unexpected that it could now return to the level of the earth level.

"Duantian, will it work for you to continue to devour the sword spirit?" Ling Jianchen looked at the island at his feet, and showed a thoughtful look and asked.

The Duantian Sword pondered for a moment and said, "Only sword spirits above the human level can have some effect!"

Ling Jianchen nodded: "It seems that my speed of hunting the sword spirit is about to speed up. Now most of them should have passed through the periphery and are heading towards the central area. I happened to set up a bottom lane card here..."

Just think of this.

Ling Jianchen flashed and landed on the island. As his arms swung, spirit stones flew out from his sleeves.

Puff puff puff!

These spirit stones fell around the island. Soon, a forbidden magic array was arranged. In this forbidden magic array, no one could fly, so they could only land on the ground obediently.

The road leading to Zhongwei is at the end of the island.

This means that as long as the strong men who want to enter the central circumference from this passage must honestly pass through Ling Jianchen's magic array. Once they enter it, it will be when Ling Jianchen takes action to rob the sword spirit.

"The strange phenomenon that just passed through the tribulation of the sky should attract many strong people! I think this deal is going to make a lot of money..."

Ling Jianchen's mouth raised, with a playful curve.

It seems to confirm his guess.

About half an incense stick...
Chapter completed!