Immortal treasures not only pursue destructive power, but also pursue their own defense. These arrays are defensive arrays, usually numbering in the thousands.
Zhuo Yifan slowly realized it, but secretly thought that it was indeed the case. These magic formations were all Source Clan magic formations, superimposed layer by layer, very complicated.
For an expert like Zhuo Yifan who knows the source clan's magic circle very well, if ordinary people come here, they will probably retreat when they see this dense magic circle.
These arrays are interlocked and very precise, like neatly arranged precision instruments.
If the devil's heart was intact, Zhuo Yifan wouldn't have to worry at all. He could just convert his soul aura, simulate sword intent, and sneak into the magic circle.
But now, he could only crack it layer by layer, slowly unraveling the layers of clothes covering the core of the sword like pulling out threads from a cocoon.
This process requires a lot of patience and skill, and if you are not careful, it will cause the magic circle to explode.
Of course, if the strength is strong enough, it is also possible to directly imprison the magic circle, but that is only possible if at least the cultivation of the Immortal King is required.
Zhuo Yifan enjoyed it endlessly, cracking the magic circle layer by layer.
This process brought his understanding of the magic circle to a higher level.
In the end, when Zhuo Yifan unlocked all the magic circles and his mind sank into the core of the sword, the feeling of satisfaction made him smile knowingly.
This was the terrifying sword intent that Zhuo Yifan felt, and it turned out to be the core of the sword.
This sword core is like a throne.
Seeing this throne, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but think of the throne in his own Netherworld Tower, which was so similar.
In this sword core space, there is only one throne, and there is a helmet on it.
Zhuo Yifan felt distracted and sat directly on the throne.
Immediately, the helmet shrouded down and was placed directly on the head of the distraction, tightly wrapped, and the two merged into one.
Zhuo Yifan immediately felt a huge suction force coming from the helmet, and the power of his mind surged out like a flood and poured into the helmet.
Zhuo Yifan was secretly surprised. This divine refining requires too much spiritual power!
His soul is so powerful now. After the collected power of faith evolves, his spiritual power is even comparable to that of a real demon.
But this helmet absorbed 10% of it in one sip.
This was just the beginning. Later, through distraction, the helmet absorbed the power of the soul.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but be shocked. His spiritual power was a level higher than his mental power. If he really had to use mental power to refine it, wouldn't he be sucked into an idiot in an instant?
Hua Bai laughed loudly; "Boss was so clever that he sacrificed the energy of the Holy Sword. Now that the Holy Sword needs to maintain its form, it must absorb his energy to make up for it. This time he will suffer a lot."
Ouyang Qingzhi asked worriedly: "Will Yifan be in any danger?"
Murong Xiaoqian smiled sweetly and said: "Looking at Hua Bai's gloating look, Brother Zhuo must not be in danger. If there is, he will not survive as a pet."
Ouyang Qingzhi kicked the lace angrily: "Is there anyone who treats me as a pet like you?"
Hua Bai said with a smile: "Boss, isn't this okay?"
Ouyang Qingzhi said coquettishly: "If anything happens to Yifan, I will never pay attention to you again."
Murong Xiaoqian also pouted and said: "Me too."
Hua Bai suddenly became anxious: "Believe me, the boss is really fine. He now has the [Soul Condensation Pool], and his spiritual power recovers very quickly. Moreover, the boss also stores the power of faith, which can be converted into spiritual power at any time."
After the sword lost its edge, it was like a king who had lost his power. Although he was still so mighty and majestic, the actual oppression was gone.
The edge of this sword is ten thousand feet high, soaring straight into the sky. It is very majestic.
But at this moment, everyone discovered that the sword edge was actually shrinking.
The shrinking of the sword's edge meant that Zhuo Yifan was one step closer to success. The two girls looked at it and finally felt a lot more at ease.
Zhuo Yifan was really depressed. After all his spiritual power was exhausted, he had no choice but to use the power of faith.
However, this time Zhuo Yifan moved in his heart and did not turn the power of faith into the power of the soul. According to Kugo and others, this power of faith is a very advanced energy.
Even the true gods use this kind of energy, so you can imagine how rare it is.
What would happen if we directly used the power of faith to refine the holy sword?
With this thought, Zhuo Yifan directly input the power of faith into the core of the sword.
Sure enough, with the power of faith, the core of the sword was quickly refined.
Of course, Zhuo Yifan also lost a lot of his faith.
Now he has tens of millions of believers in Qingtian City and 50,000 Source Clan warriors, plus 20,000 Demon Clan monks. The power of faith generated every day is said to be quite a lot, but in fact, this kind of power is the most rare. It has been accumulated for so long.
, and there isn’t much inventory.
This holy sword was sucked in fiercely, and there was not much left.
But compared to the loss of his own strength, Zhuo Yifan was more happy that the divine refining was successful.
Such a peerless sword is worth it no matter how much it costs.
Why did the three immortals in the past let such a peerless treasure go without taking it?
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but fell into deep contemplation.
The sword edge gradually shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a three-foot long sword, floating in front of Zhuo Yifan.
The huge mountain peak disappeared, leaving a hole hundreds of miles deep in its place.
Zhuo Yifan looked carefully and saw that the long sword was all white and crystal clear like jade, with countless complicated rules engraved on it, making it look very holy and upright.
Just having such a sword hanging over the head can make people feel fearful, as if facing a judge, with all sorts of guilty consciences.
This is indeed the sword of justice. The righteousness exuded from it makes people feel like facing a spiritual mirror, and they can't help but reflect on their own sins.
At this reflection, everyone was stunned, as if they were looking back at their evil lives in an instant, and each one of them seemed to have been given a slap in the face.
However, they do not regret what they have done, but are glad that they have faith. All these karmic punishments will be resolved by the true God.
In an instant, those believers who were not firm enough suddenly became more firm.
The disciples of the sect have also been promoted to the standard of quasi-believers.
Because the one holding this sword of judgment is his idol, his sect leader.
Zhuo Yifan laughed loudly, grabbed the holy sword, and raised it high.
"The sect master is invincible in the world."
"The lord is eternal!"
"My lord, you are powerful in the three realms and unify the demon world."
"Your Excellency holds the sword of justice and judges heretics in the world."
For a moment, everyone was cheering and excited about you.
Zhuo Yifan gently stroked the Saint's Sword and felt the powerful power contained in the runes on the sword's body, and couldn't help but smile happily.
This holy sword is indeed a fairy treasure. The rules written on it are very perfect. The body is very huge and can be large or small. The power it can contain is unprecedented.
Zhuo Yifan suddenly discovered an embarrassing problem. With his current spiritual power, he simply could not exert the true power of this sword.