Nine Yang Divine Doctor Chapter 437: The World of Zhoutian
"It turns out that you have long been determined by the position of the Sword Ancestor. No wonder you didn't object at all to the sword ancestor back then. I'm afraid this is the opportunity you have been waiting for. If the Sword Sect is in power, you don't have to think about anything." The elder Huya stared at the three elders hatefully. He was really blind, and he didn't see the true nature of these evil wolves.
"Yes, since the sword ancestor turned into a disaster, we have been deploying for the past hundred years, and we have been waiting for this day." The three elders no longer concealed it. Things have developed like this. It would be meaningless to continue concealing it.
"Okay, okay, I didn't notice it at all. You are amazing. If the Sword Ancestor returns in another hundred years, wouldn't it be your control of the eight veins of the Sword Sect?" The elder Huya looked at the three elders. In just a hundred years, they had already controlled the power of the five veins. Almost half of the Sword Sect, no wonder they were fearless.
"Sword Slave, you should be very clear about the current situation. If you want to protect the sword ancestor's body, it is best to hand over the inheritance mark, otherwise today will be your sacrifice day."
"Three elders, you don't seem to take this ancestor seriously. Do you really think you three can make a big wave?" Tianyang walked forward, and the 365-strong Zhoutian sword intent surged out, condensed into a huge sword phantom and pressed over.
"Hmph, do you think you are really the Sword Ancestor? You are just the body of the Sword Ancestor's transformation," three sword intents surged out from the three elders, condensed into a sword wall to block the shadow of the sword path.
"Even if it is just the body of the sword ancestor's transformation, it is definitely not something you jumping clowns can shake." Tianyang's body rolled in blood, condensed into a huge wild ancestral body, standing behind him, and the huge wild ancestral ancestral energy rushed towards the three elders like a tide.
"Wild Martial Arts, you have practiced the greatest martial arts of the barbarians." The three elders changed their faces and stared at Tianyang. He was the reincarnation of the Sword Ancestor. It is naturally understandable that he has such a terrible qualification in martial arts. But they didn't understand that if he wanted to practice the barbarian martial arts, it would be absolutely impossible to do without the barbarian bloodline. If he wanted to practice the barbarian martial arts to such a state, even the barbarian royal bloodline might not be enough. How could he have such a powerful barbarian ancestor bloodline?
"Three elders, you want the position of the Sword Ancestor and want to pass on the mark of inheritance. You can defeat me. Those things belong to you. On the contrary, if you are defeated by this ancestor, get out of the Sword Sect immediately." Tian Yang stared at them coldly.
"Okay, it's worthy of being the sword ancestor's body, with the heroic spirit of the sword ancestor back then." The three elders were delighted. Tianyang's strength really surprised them, but that's all. The three of them have been breaking through the great perfection of swordstoring for almost a thousand years. They don't believe that with the accumulated skills of thousands of years, they can't win the sword ancestor's people in front of them.
"Please!" The ancestor sword appeared in Tianyang's hand, and the sword body continued to tremble. A powerful sword intent surged out, turning into endless oppression and enveloped the three elders.
"Kill!" The sword light flashed in the eyes of the three elders, and the three men formed the three talented sword formations of heaven, earth, man and man to trap Tianyang. The sword intent emitted by the ancestor sword was dissolved by the power of the sword formation. Three powerful sword intents turned into three sword phantoms and pressed over.
"Shut!" Tian Yang shouted violently, and the wild ancestral body condensed by blood behind him merged into his body. The powerful wild ancestral ancestral qi shook the Sancai Sword Formation. The shadow of the sword art hanging above his head turned into a sword curtain to resist the condensed sword art of the three elders.
"Zhoutian leaves the body!" The 365 primordial orifices in Tianyang's body shook one after another. The 365 large primordial swords broke through the orifices and turned into a sword curtain to cover the entire sky. The origins of the 365 swords constantly intersect and merge to form a perfect primordial world.
"Impossible, this is impossible!" The three elders looked at the Zhoutian world in front of them unwilling to believe that Tianyang's swordsmanship had reached the point where they could evolve the world. Although this was just an illusory world, the realm had begun to transcend the Supreme Realm.
"Zhoutian Seal!" Tianyang shouted lightly. In the Zhoutian world, 365 magic swords burst out powerful sword origin power, condensed into 365 sword spells, and combined into a seal to shoot at the three elders.
"Three talents are united!" The three elders shouted loudly, barely opening up a small swordsman world around to resist the huge pressure of the Zhoutian world.
"Ding!" The sword seal condensed by Zhou Tian's swordsmanship was blocked outside by the small swordsmanship world opened by the three elders.
"Ancestral Sword, break!" Tian Yang shouted coldly, and the Qi and Blood and the Inherited Ancestral Sword merged into one, turning into a sword rainbow.
"Swish!" The ancestor sword broke through the sword world opened by the three elders, and the surging sword power completely submerged them.
"Bang!" Under the impact of the original sword of the ancestor sword, the sword world opened by the three elders completely collapsed. The terrifying power tore the void apart and a stream of annihilation power devoured the void. It forced Tianyang to withdraw quickly.
The three elders were embarrassed and emerged from the void on the other side. The clothes on their bodies were torn into strips, almost standing in the empty air, and blood marks were crisscrossed on their bodies, drops of blood dripping from dust.
"Feng!" A cold light flashed in Tianyang's eyes. The sword light in Zhoutian World was flourishing. The origin of the three hundred and sixty-fifth sword arts was constantly fusion. A stream of light from the origin of the sword arts shot towards the three elders, covering them all.
"Ah!" The three elders were shocked and found that their bodies were completely imprisoned by the light of the original source of Zhoutian's swordsmanship. The swordsmanship power in their bodies was constantly melting, turning into streams of pure swordsmanship power flowing out.
"The evils of heaven can be forgiven, but the evils of heaven cannot survive." Tianyang looked at the three elders. The elders of the Sword Sect were no longer there, but he wanted to reach the sky in one step, but he really didn't know how to live or die. The three hundred and sixty-five Zhoutian magic swords constantly absorbed the original power of the sword path of the three elders. The original power contained in the sword began to gradually improve, and his spirituality was slowly increasing.
"Sword Ancestor, spare my life!" Feeling the power of the sword in his body's body constantly melting, a look of horror appeared on the faces of the three elders.
Tianyang was too lazy to pay attention to them. The Zhoutian sword art was running faster, and the original power in the bodies of the three elders seemed to burst out. It poured into the Great Zhoutian magic sword more and more urgently.
"No, no!" The three elders were full of despair. Unexpectedly, their elders of the Sword Sect would end up like this in the end. Is it worth it? Is it worth it? They began to ask themselves constantly in their hearts.
"Abandoning your thousand-year practice is a bit of a punishment. If you dare to have another second thought in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless." The world of Zhoutian dispersed, and 365 great Zhoutian magic swords returned to the orifices. Into the 365 Yuanjiao in the whole body, a powerful source power was spit out from the sword and feeding back to the Yuanjiao.