As soon as the mysterious rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand came out, a cold aura suddenly filled the air. The cold aura was able to penetrate deeply into the divine mirror, giving the Holy Son of Shenzhao a cold feeling.
The Holy Son of Shenzhao was so frightened that his soul was trembling. He was now in the holy mirror, the treasure of the Holy Master. No matter how powerful the rules of ice were, they could not penetrate into his divine mirror.
But the dark sharp sword in Qin Chen's hand could actually penetrate, making him feel so cold that even the Holy Lord's treasure couldn't withstand it.
How is this possible?
"What kind of magic weapon are you?"
The Holy Son of God was shocked.
"Didn't you say that others can't hurt you?
I want to see if I can hurt you."
Qin Chen smiled coldly, turned to Chen Sisi and said, "Sisi, just stay here and wait for me for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chen suddenly moved.
Buzz! His body swayed, like a bolt of lightning, shooting towards the Holy Son of God.
The Divine Son of God instinctively sensed a hint of crisis and hurriedly controlled the Divine Mirror to retreat. However, a terrifying thunder light appeared on Qin Chen's body. The thunder light flashed. Qin Chen's speed was like that of lightning and flint. In an instant, he appeared in front of Qin Chen.
God Zhao stood in front of the Holy Son and struck down with a sword.
"This is not the magical power of time. Why did your speed suddenly increase so much?"
The Holy Son of God was inexplicably horrified. In panic, he hurriedly activated the power of the God's Mirror to the extreme. With a bang, the mighty power of faith spurted out from the God's Mirror and turned into a torrent like a vast ocean, heading towards Qin Chen.
Exploding like crazy, this torrent shocked the universe for eternity.
"Mysterious rusty sword, cut!"
Qin Chen sneered at the corner of his mouth. He didn't even activate the terrifying power in the mysterious rusty sword. He just activated the mysterious rusty sword itself and slashed it down.
Hearing a puff, the mysterious rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand fell down, like a fire knife cutting into butter. The power of faith was almost irresistible, and it was cut open at once, and the mysterious rusty sword was born.
A terrifying devouring power swallowed up all the cut parts at once.
Dang! The mysterious rusty sword split open the endless torrent of faith and sent the God Mirror flying away.
"ah!"
The Divine Son of God only felt that he had been hit in the head. The moment the mysterious rusty sword hit the Divine Mirror, a piece of his soul power in the Divine Mirror was instantly missing, as if it had been swallowed up. Immediately, there was a sudden sound in his soul.
It hurt, and I almost fainted.
"How can it be?
My soul is located in the holy mirror, the treasure of the Holy Lord, how could you hurt my soul?"
Holy Son Shen Zhao roared in horror. With this sword strike, one tenth of his soul was lost and severely damaged. He was a master of the ancient Holy Lord.
"Hmph, nothing is impossible in front of me. Not to mention that your soul is hiding in this broken divine mirror. Even in its heyday, the divine mirror cannot protect you."
Qin Chen sneered and continued to attack. Hess, hess, he drew his sword indifferently, and the mysterious rusty sword bloomed with sword light, and a cold breath burst out. The entire open space immediately seemed to be trapped in an ice purgatory, extremely cold.
"This mysterious rusty sword is really powerful."
Qin Chen was holding the mysterious rusty sword, and his eyes showed wonder. The mysterious rusty sword was one of the most mysterious treasures on his body. It contained a strange and cold power, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. What was even more terrifying was that among them was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
It seems that there is a strange soul power hidden inside. Whenever Qin Chen pushes it with all his strength, his soul seems to be swallowed up, he becomes possessed, and even loses consciousness.
But as Qin Chen's cultivation improved, the power of the mysterious rust sword became stronger and stronger, even surpassing the ordinary treasures of the Holy Lord. Qin Chen had a feeling before he refined the mysterious rust sword,
The mysterious rusty sword can restrain the divine mirror of the Divine Son of God and directly attack the opponent's soul.
Unexpectedly, the effect exceeded Qin Chen's expectation. With one sword strike, one-tenth of Shenzhao's soul was cut off. If this continues, it won't be long before Shenzhao's soul is damaged and falls into a deep sleep.
He even lost his mind on the spot.
"cut!"
Qin Chen kept taking action, and saw the mysterious rusty sword continuously blooming with strange light. Every time it hit the divine mirror, the divine mirror would tremble violently, and the aura that had finally recovered from it quickly dimmed, and all its beauty was lost.
In front of the mysterious rusty sword, the Divine Mirror, the treasure of the Holy Lord, is like a baby, being beaten constantly and completely unable to fight back.
This is because Qin Chen did not activate the special power in the mysterious rusty sword. Otherwise, Qin Chen even felt that he could directly destroy the magical mirror with one sword strike.
Boom, boom, boom! Holy Son Shenzhao suffered several heavy blows, and his soul was seriously damaged. He roared piercingly, and frantically activated the Divine Mirror, and even tried to activate the Holy Vein Formation, but it was useless. In front of Qin Chen, he didn’t care about Holy Son Shenzhao.
No matter how hard you try, it will be of no use and you will be forced to take a beating.
"Damn it, Qin Chen, do you really think I'm afraid of you?
You forced me to do this."
Suddenly, Holy Son Shenzhao roared, and boom, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from the Divine Mirror, and a terrifying force penetrated directly into the ground of the Holy Vein Formation.
The next moment, the mysterious rusty sword in Qin Chen's hand struck hard on the divine mirror again. With a bang, the divine mirror was flew out, its light dimmed, and it suddenly sank into the cave and disappeared.
"Um?
This cave?”
Qin Chen even lowered his head and immediately looked at the ground that was broken by the divine mirror. From the underground cave, a stream of demonic energy escaped. Deep in the rolling evil aura, the demonic energy rolled, as if the unparalleled demon king had been sealed away.
"This cave?"
Qin Chen was taken aback. He used his hands to dissipate the billowing evil spirit, and saw the devil's cave on the ground. There was still residual soul power at the entrance of the cave. It was obviously left by the Holy Son of Shenzhao. It was obvious that he got into it.
Into the devil's cave.
"Chen, there is an extremely terrifying magic power in this underground place."
Chen Sisi flew up, her eyes solemn.
"Huh, I've figured it out a long time ago. This place is very weird. Under the ground, it seems to be an ancient battlefield. Moreover, the arrangement of these nine holy veins is also very strange. It looks like a sacrificial formation, the past life of the Holy Son of God.
The leader of Shenzhao definitely laid some kind of trick here in ancient times."
Qin Chen stared at the demon cave. There was a powerful surge of demonic energy inside, and there was an extremely dangerous smell that made people afraid to go deep inside.
However, Qin Chen and Chen Sisi were not afraid. They looked at each other, swayed, and rushed into the cave together.
How can the inheritor of Yuan Demon Dao be afraid of the demonic aura?
They want to see what the hell this Holy Son of God has done!