Suddenly, with a violent roar, the roof of the auction hall actually shattered, and a brilliant golden light column fell from the sky. The light column looked so soft, and even the incandescent color released by Long Haochen was no longer so dazzling because of its appearance. Around the light, there were even a small angel about the same size as Yafeng, but very illusory, rotating around the light column.

However, in this gentle light, everyone felt an inviolable majesty.

Goddess of Light, what he is talking about is Goddess of Light? Divine Power?

"bite,

Amid the crisp sound of rupture, a crack first appeared on the hilt of the sword held by Long Haochen. The crack spread rapidly, pointing to the circular gem at the tip of the sword.

"Puff, all the blacks turned into ashes in an instant, and immediately, the beads at the top of the spire burst out thousands of lights, greed, and even crazy absorbing all the light elements in the air.

Yes, it woke up, and after a hundred years of dust, it finally woke up from its deep sleep. The beam of light falling from the sky gradually converged, but the light at that moment became stronger and stronger.

The originally dark sword body had turned into an ethereal and transparent golden color. The dull cloud patterns were like real clouds at this time, but this carved one looked like a giant dragon passing through the clouds.

The beads at the sharp edges seemed to be turning around. They looked down at all living beings from Long Haochen's high head, but there was still no sword edge or sharp edge. But in this magic carving, it emitted six-foot carving lights. In the sucking lights, it was invincible, without sharpness, but it seemed to be invincible.

The golden light slowly converged, at least the golden light released by Long Haochen himself was converging.

He looked at the divine sword that reappeared in his original appearance with a little love. He could clearly feel that no matter how strong the light attribute spiritual power he had released, this heavy sword could easily bear it. The word was provided by the Divine Seal Throne and Yu'er. Especially the spiritual bead at the tip of the carving, the light was inhaled, and even the divine power of the goddess of light he had triggered before was collected a lot.

Legend, even if it loses the spirit, this magic sword is still a legendary magic sword, and it is the peak of the legend. It can be imagined how powerful it was in its strongest form.

"Miss Weiyang, can you tell me the name of the house now?"

Ye Weiyang looked at the halo of the divine scraping path, and she didn't even realize anything when she heard Long Haochen's voice. She woke up only after Feng Ling'er's reminder.

"Of course. Its name is: Aria of Goddess of Light. My Xuan Ancestor is Ye Wushang, who is known as the Lord of the Warrior Temple two hundred years ago.

When she said the seven words "The Aria of the Goddess of Light", Ye Weiyang knew that her biggest secret could no longer be hidden. Because the reputation of this divine engraving was too great.

The Goddess of Light is known as a magical artifact that is not a magical artifact. Two hundred years ago, the Knight Temple had two divine seal knights recognized by the Divine Seal Throne. However, among the six major temples of that generation, the first melee strong man was not one of the two, because there was another existence stronger than theirs in the Warrior Temple. This person was the Light to the Divine Night without any injury.

Ye Wushang loved using swords since he was a child. He had to sleep with the sword every night since he was three years old. He learned it at the age of six. At the age of nine, he had engraved his spirit and his spiritual power increased explosively, and he had directly reached the strength of a third-level warrior. At the age of eleven, the warrior, when he was sixteen, he had already broken through the sixth level and became a war sect. This record has not been broken in the Warrior Temple.

Ye Wushang, who was twenty-nine years old, broke through the peak at a age of less than thirty and entered the ninth level, becoming the youngest war god in the history of the Warrior Temple.

When Ye Wushang was forty-seven years old, the Demon God Emperor personally led the army of the demon clan to attack the Southeast Fortress where the Warrior Temple was located. The Light God of Light, Ye Wushang, who was in the Southeast Fortress, took action personally, fought with the demon clan for one day and one night, and killed the seven demon gods of the demon clan in a row on the battlefield of the Southeast Fortress with his own strength.

Even the arrogant Demon God Emperor was moved by it, calling Ye Wushang the first person in the Temple Alliance for thousands of years.

In the end, the Demon God Emperor took the initiative to withdraw his troops and gave Ye Wushang three days of rest. Three days later, in front of the Southeast Fortress, the Light scraped the God Ye Wushang fought against the Demon God Emperor. This battle lasted for a day and a night. In the end, Ye Wushang fell under the Iron Fist of the Demon God Emperor.

But his last blow also hurt the Demon God Emperor.

That battle was earth-shaking. In the end, the winning Demon God Emperor bowed to Ye Wushang, who was still standing tall despite his death in battle, and led the demon army to retreat. Since then, the Demon God Emperor has not appeared in the battlefield of the alliance with the Temple for a century.

A generation of gods has created an epic legend.

In the last battle, Ye Wushang did not need to challenge the Demon God Emperor, because reinforcements from the Temple Alliance had arrived, and six powerful temple masters gathered together. Even if the demons attacked the city with all their strength, they might not be able to seize the Southeast Fortress.

However, Ye Wuwushu insisted on fighting, and was solo, fighting against the Demon God Emperor alone. His original words were:... If humans want to defeat the demon race, they must first defeat themselves. I am willing to look at the Demon God Emperor equally and fight for the dignity of human beings."

Ye Wushang brought the glory of the Warrior Temple, just like the Son of Reincarnation gave the Assassin Temple. To this day, in the middle of the hall of the Warrior Temple, a statue of light shaving gods stood ten meters high. A plaque hung high above the head of the statue, with four large characters: a thousand years a moment.

The Goddess of Light Arcane This Divine Sword was created by Ye Wushang himself.

Ye Wushen used carvings, the only special character.

From the age of three, he held the sword that fell asleep until he broke through the sixth level at the age of sixteen. There were five carvings in total. He dissolved these five carvings into a furnace, constantly tempered them with his body and mind, and integrated them with his spirit. He allowed him to drink the blood of the demon clan and collect the essence of the heaven, earth, sun and moon. He transformed hundreds of metals into sharp edges, and finally became this sword after thirty years.

On the day the sword was completed, the miracle of the Goddess of Light came, and the pearl at the tip of the sword was finally named: Goddess of Light.

The light-carving god Ye Wushang also used this sword to kill the seven demon gods in a row and beat the Demon God Emperor.

Unfortunately, this magic carving was only one year after it was refined, and it fell together without any injuries. On that day, the whole city of the Southeast Fortress cried. The leader of the Temple Alliance of that generation sighed and cried, and personally wrote in the Assassin Temple: It took a thousand years to scrape it.

Therefore, when Long Haochen heard the seven words "The Goddess of Light" sigh, he was shocked, and he never expected that what he held in his hand was this legendary divine carving. Even if the only thing left in the divine carving was the shell, its significance was still significant.

He fell in front of him, and Long Haochen gently stroked the scrambled cloud pattern with his hand. His mood was also stirred up, as if he had arrived at the battlefield that had been with him, accompanying the light and god of god Ye Wushen.

Under his caress, the goddess of light actually made a slight buzzing sound of joy, as if excited for rebirth.

Holding the sword in both hands, Long Haochen handed it to Ye Weiyang, "Miss Weiyang, please put it away."

Ye Weiyang did not take it, but just looked at Long Haochen with a bright look, "You don't have enough gold coins to get rid of the debt first. What I said must count. If you let the light of the gods reappear, you are its new master."

Long Haochen shook his head silently, "No. Using money to measure this divine engraving is a blasphemy against it. I just hope it can reproduce the light. This divine engraving is of great significance and cannot be described in the word "precious". It should belong to you, or the Temple of Warriors."

Ye Weiyang sighed lightly, "Do you think anyone else can take this magic shaving? In the way you unpack its seal, you are already its new master. The magic sword has a spirit, and even if the sword soul is not there, it is definitely not something I, an ordinary person, can use. Look."

While speaking, she raised her slender hand and gently pressed towards the carnate. Just as her fingers touched the carnate, a strong buzzing sounded. Ye Weiyang's hand was not only bounced up, but also was pushed away by a rich light-attribute energy.

Long Haochen was stunned, "The gods are engraved with spirits, it is true that the gods are engraved with spirits!" The hand holding the carving handle couldn't help but tighten it. How could he not like this gods? What shocked him even more was the spirit of the light engraved with Gods attached to this divine sword.

Ye Weiyang looked at the aria of the goddess of light reluctantly and whispered: "Can you tell me your name?"

Long Haochen nodded silently, "My name is Long Haochen. The leader of the General Level 21 Demon Hunting Group." His voice was bound by spiritual power, and only Ye Weiyang could hear it.

Ye Weiyang pointed to the back and said, "Leave quickly. If you have the chance in the future, I will definitely go to the Jinghui."

Yes, Long Haochen had to leave. The birth of the goddess of light aria made the bidders participating in the auction crazy. After a brief stagnation, the situation in the entire auction venue had become a little chaotic.

The doors of the VIP room were opened, and some people walked out, all of them looked eagerly at the shavings in Long Haochen's hand. Some even directly quoted astronomical prices.

Just as Long Haochen wanted to put away the aria of the Goddess of Light, the word was provided by the Throne of the Divine Seal and Yu'er. When he left here, his mind moved, and the golden light shone in his hand. The magic sword had turned into a golden light dissolved in his right hand. The next time, Long Haochen flashed and had already left the auction hall from the back door.

The bidders stopped, especially those in the VIP room. One of the strong men stepped out of the auction table, and his powerful aura made the entire auction table squeak with teeth.

However, before he could speak, suddenly, a terrifying pressure suddenly rushed from all directions. The strong man who was on the auction table was already at the eighth level, but in the face of this pressure, his face changed drastically, and he jumped off the stage as soon as he jumped.

A low voice resounded throughout the audience, "Who wants to challenge the majesty of the league? This is a fair auction place, not a place for forcing and robbing. Today's auction has ended, you can leave. If you have any rash moves, kill them without any scruples." To be continued [The word is provided by the Jade Jue Xian Er of Qihang Update Group]. If you like this work, you are welcome to come - Piao Tianwen - vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.
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