Emperor One Thousand Six Hundred and Forty-Eight The Strength Soars (Part 2)
In the dim corridor, strange will-o'-wisps flickered.
More than 10,000 pale-faced Qi soldiers stared at the huge illusory door with vigilant eyes.
At this moment, piercing screams suddenly came from the Gate of Illusion.
What followed was a pungent smell of blood, and the hearts of more than 10,000 Qi soldiers suddenly sank, "Hell has changed!"
Bang bang! A dull sound came from the illusory door, and a series of embarrassed figures rushed out, each of them extremely frightened.
One of the surviving lieutenants, as soon as his front feet touched the ground, immediately exclaimed: "The Martial God Chosen Clan has broken the martial chain and imprisoned the door of illusion. We must not let the Martial God Chosen Clan escape from hell!"
Before he finished speaking, the lieutenant immediately formed a mark on his hands, and his terrifying sword intent burst out of his body, forming a restriction.
Under the leadership of the deputy general, the fearful soldiers of Qi State took action one after another.
Countless sharp sword intentions gathered together to form a network of sword intentions.
The huge illusory door is shrouded in this net of sword intent.
From the Illusory Gate, a melodious sword chant came.
Immediately afterwards, a bright sword rainbow shot out of the sky.
Kaka! The restriction set up by thousands of soldiers jointly shattered under this sword rainbow.
Thousands of extremely terrifying auras surged out. This aura was like an ancient ferocious beast, giving people an absolute sense of oppression.
Bang bang! The Qi soldiers blocking the front were overturned and fell backwards. Their faces were pale and bloodless.
Buzz! There was a sound of sword chanting, and the old man stepped out of the air, looking indifferently at the thousands of soldiers blocking the front, and swung his sword directly. The shadow of the sword, as dark as water, surged up, causing a rain of blood all over the sky.
It was easy to kill these thousands of Qi soldiers. However, the old man raised his sword eyebrows and looked into the distance with a very solemn expression. Along the dim corridor, a terrifying aura made his heart feel a little heavy.
The Martial God Chosen Clan who followed closely also frowned.
"Mo Lao!" Two martial arts realm warriors whispered.
"Retreat!" Old Man Bai said resolutely.
"No!" The people who had not yet stopped suddenly stepped back and returned to hell again.
In the empty passage, only the old man Bai was suspended in mid-air holding a sword, with a look of contemplation in his dark eyes: "It seems that the changes in Suowu Hell have alarmed the Qi State!"
"Who could be such a terrifying strong man?" His thoughts were changing rapidly, and the old man Bai's eyes showed a firm look, "Now that my benefactor is condensing his original body in hell, we must not let this person step into hell!"
Bang bang! Endless sharp energy suddenly burst out from the old man's body, and the sharp sharp energy set off a circle of clear ripples.
"Metal magical power. Sharp sword!" The long sword in the old man's hand was raised, and a martial arts will came out of his body and merged into the long sword. In the void, countless metal rules suddenly condensed. In an instant,
The sword in Old Man Bai's hand transformed into a giant sword that was several feet long and three inches wide. His eyes were like lightning. Old Man Bai stared coldly at the dim corridor, turned his right hand, and the giant sword in his hand made a clear sword cry.
The sound. His giant sword immediately shot out.
At the same time, an extremely powerful soul force surged out of the old man's body.
The shrill screams echoed in the corridor, setting off waves of echoes.
Tian Ji's eyes changed slightly and he murmured: "Is this the person who killed the two palace masters?"
"This person's cultivation level is acceptable. He is a body of origin!"
"It's not enough to kill the master of Suowu Sword Palace!"
Even though they were far apart, Tian Ji could sense Old Man Bai's aura.
Ding! A space ripple appeared in the dim corridor. Tian Ji took a step forward with a meteoric stride, his big hand shot out, and his fingers spread wide, like a blue dragon emerging from the abyss.
Buzz! The melodious sound of the sword roared, and the void crackled like boiling water.
A giant sword that was ten feet long and three inches wide shot out of the air, and endless edge energy lingered on the sword body.
"Break it for me!" Tian Ji said coldly, his right arm shook, and his five fingers were like eagle claws, grabbing the terrifying sword sound with incomparable accuracy, "Broken!"
The vast will of martial arts was carried out, the endless sharp energy dissipated, and the giant sword cracked into pieces.
"The mantis arm blocks the car!" After breaking through the giant sword, Tian Ji immediately noticed the surging soul power of the old man. His eyes flashed with anger, a flash of coldness passed by, and his body shook, and an even more terrifying soul power surged.
And out.
Boom! An earth-shattering roar rose from the ground, and two powerful soul forces collided together in the void.
The roar came, and the old man's chest felt tight, and there was a muffled sound. He suddenly felt that his whole body was pressed by ten thousand mountains, weighing as much as ten thousand catties.
"Tian Ji, it's him!" Old Man Bai's eyes were full of fear. He didn't expect that the person coming would be Tian Ji.
Without any hesitation, the old man stepped back, his body was like a rainbow, and he disappeared into the illusory door in the blink of an eye.
Behind the illusory door, the figure of the old man appeared.
Countless warriors from the Chosen Clan immediately gathered around, "Mo Lao, are you okay?"
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, the old man waved his hand. His figure remained motionless, staring at the illusory door just a few feet away, his heart extremely heavy. At the moment when his soul power collided, he had already noticed that the Suowu Sword Palace was
The surrounding world seemed to be imprisoned.
Obviously, there must be a large army of Qi guarding outside the Suowu Sword Palace.
The old man Bai raised his head, looked at the fire lotus in the sky, and whispered: "Lu Wen!"
"Here!" A warrior god walked out, his whole body filled with bursts of light, and the rules of heaven and earth flashed from time to time.
"Among us, you are the best at restraint!" The old man pointed at the huge illusory door, "Confining this illusory door, Enzheng is condensing the original body, and no one can disturb it!"
Hearing this, the rugged man known as Lu Wen nodded, his eyes were like lightning, and he carefully looked at the illusory door.
The door of illusion is surrounded by thousands of fires, and from time to time there are echoes of screams.
This illusory gate was originally created by the various deities, connecting hell and Tiangang. They wanted to imprison this illusory gate, making it difficult to ascend to heaven.
"The pressure contained in this door is extremely terrifying. If it is an ordinary restriction, it is impossible to block this door. However, I have mastered the forbidden method. This method may be able to seal this door for a while!"
Lu Wen turned around, looked around at the people around him, and said with a little solemnity: "But this method requires everyone to act together, and you have to pay a certain price!"
Without asking about the cost of the ban, the old man said calmly: "Let's arrange the ban!"
"Let's take action!" All the chosen tribes of the Martial Gods said in unison.
With a slight smile, Lu Wen turned around, looked at the door of illusion, with a look of absolute despair in his eyes, and whispered: "This method requires a touch of your soul. After I cast the restriction, you immediately separated a ray of residual soul and merged into this way.
Under restriction!"
After speaking, Lu Wen formed a mysterious mark with his hands, waved it in front of him, and the forbidden rules suddenly appeared. These rules turned into afterimages, and combined with each other, formed a forbidden mark shaped like a half-moon.
"Father, you once said that after this forbidden method is cast, it requires endless vitality to circulate!"
"My benefactor single-handedly broke through hell and eliminated tens of millions of clan members. I, Lu Wen, will keep this kindness in my heart!"
Lu Wen took a step forward, bit his fingertip, and his blood essence surged out, like a streak of blood, wrapping around the half-moon mark.
Having lost too much essence and blood, Lu Wen's face turned pale and he said in a concentrated voice: "Everyone, split your soul!"
Hearing this, Old Man Bai took the lead and took a step forward. A trace of his soul broke out of his body and ran towards Lu Wen.
Afterwards, hundreds of thousands or even millions of Martial God Chosen clans beside the Illusion Gate showed pain on their faces, and separated out a trace of their remnant souls. Millions of remnant souls condensed in the sky above Lu Wen. When Lu Wen saw this,
He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which fell on the remnant soul.
The remnant soul immediately turned into a storm, swept out, and merged into the half-moon mark.
"The method of restraint is done!" Lu Wen shouted softly, and his right hand, stained with essence and blood, seemed to be slowly pressing forward.
Boom! I saw countless bright silver lights suddenly appearing on this half-moon mark, and the mark slowly rose up, until finally, it formed a silver moon.
The silver moon hangs far away in the sky, and the water-like moonlight flows down, filling the door of illusion.
At a glance, space ripples appeared on the entire illusory door.
In the Sword Palace, Tian Ji stood in front of the illusory door, and was about to step into it when a ray of moonlight quietly emerged, illuminating the dim Sword Palace brightly...