The sword energy streaked across the sky, condensing into a world filled with sword energy.
Sword world!
At the same time, the artistic conception of Tiancang Saint's martial arts exploded completely, and the will of the strong man bloomed, raging away like a rolling torrent.
This artistic conception of martial arts has reached the ultimate state, is integrated into the sword energy, and resonates with the heaven and earth, making all things tremble.
The eyes of the Saint of Heaven were filled with blood, his murderous intention was fully displayed, and his offensive was raised to the extreme.
The peak of murderous and fighting intent also triggered changes in the sword world.
boom!
In the sword world, the bright energy of the storm crushed the void, and then reappeared with countless illusions of change, in which dragons roared and tigers roared, winds moved water, fire surged, and ice soaked... All things in the world appeared in it, forming a new world.
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And the Supreme Will of the Heavenly Saint came, gathering his majesty in the sword world like a master. The violent power increased several times again, and suppressed Ling Tian's whole body.
The fierce sword energy released by Thousands of Tribulations and Thousands of Blades became extremely terrifying under the blessing of many magical powers of the Heavenly Saint.
The sword energy blasts and kills, moving forward indomitably.
Roar! Roar!
At the moment when the sword world arrived, the dragon shadow at Ling Tian's feet set off a torrential wave of air, sweeping outward, and the air currents collided with the sword energy.
Bang! Bang! Bang!..
Countless sword qi in the sword world were beaten by the blood-sea-like air waves. The terrifying power penetrating the world seemed fragile at this moment. They couldn't even get close to the range of Lingtian Baizhang, and they could kill thousands of tribulations with just the power of the blood dragon.
The transformed sword energy shattered into pieces and gradually disappeared in the air.
Saint Tiancang was in the Sword Realm, his pupils were trembling, and his body was shaking unconsciously.
At this moment, he has been blessed with magical powers, and his aura is integrated into it. He can also clearly feel the bombardment of the sword world. The terrifying aura emitted by the blood dragon directly hits his body, allowing him to sense the more original power.
Therefore, the tremor deep in his soul spread, and he was too familiar with this power.
The origin of divine blood!
Back then, the Dragon Ancestor only used a drop of his original divine blood to create supreme magical power and killed ten thousand of them here.
Before his death, the Saint of Heaven used the power of the blood remaining from the death of thousands of people to bless him. He turned this drop of divine blood that killed thousands of people into the power of a seal, preserving the fire of life in order to plan for resurrection.
At present, they have clearly succeeded. They just need to conquer the divine blood and break the restrictions, so that they can leave the secret realm and regain their own power.
But now, an unknown person suddenly appeared halfway, killing everyone in an instant and completely destroying his plan. Anyone who encounters this shocking turn of events will feel unspeakable resentment.
The strong self-esteem of the Heavenly Saint was simply crushed to pieces at this moment.
Not to mention, he sensed that the source of the blood dragon's power was exactly the same as the power of blood that imprisoned them. After boundless fear surged into his heart, the martial arts conception was shattered.
At the critical moment when he was fighting for his life, he was afraid, his will collapsed, and the power of the sword world also weakened infinitely, making him vulnerable.
Ling Tian raised his eyes and cast his gaze on the Saint of Heaven, sensing his gradually fading artistic conception.
Scared!
Only by being afraid of death and fighting will the artistic conception of martial arts dissipate.
The Heavenly Sage must have fallen into some kind of panic.
Ling Tian sneered, and with a thought, the blood dragon jumped up and broke through the shackles of the sword world in just a moment, completely annihilating the power exerted by the Saint of Heaven into nothingness.
In the world, he is the only one who stands erect, looking down at the holy man in the sky with pain on his face.
Then, Ling Tian clenched his right hand and pinched something in the void. Immediately, the Heavenly Saint covered his heart and screamed.
"How about the feeling of powerlessness that is slowly being tortured?"
Ling Tian said coldly, with a cold light shining in his eyes, as cold as nine winters.
"Ah! Ah! What did you do to me! What did you do!"
The Saint of Heaven bent over and prostrated, looking extremely painful. He did not realize what was happening at all. He had been suppressed by an irresistible force. At this moment, it was extremely difficult to even breathe, as if his life would be taken away at any time.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon shadow flashed over, and Ling Tian appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The Heavenly Saint raised his head with difficulty, his pupils reflected the upright figure of this young man, full of despair.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for having the magical power to summon the original divine blood, allowing me to swallow it in my body, and control the power of the entire secret realm. You are such a good person for handing over such great benefits to others, Tian Cang!"
Ling Tian smiled slightly, showing his sarcasm.
It can also be regarded as a disguised confirmation of the doubts in the mind of Saint Tiancang.
Why the little half-demon who was dying could gain huge power to break through the realm? It turned out that he was really refining the power of divine blood.
"This is impossible. Even if the power of your bloodline is rich compared to other monsters, it is absolutely impossible to swallow the original divine blood and control the power. Who are you, who are you! All of this is fake!"
The Saint of Heaven screamed crazily. Ling Tian's words and deeds had driven him crazy. Everything in front of him was beyond common sense and extremely unfamiliar to him.
Like a dream, he already felt that this situation was fake, a dream, and definitely not reality!
"The power of blood? I'm sorry, the origin of Dragon Ancestor's soul is mine, so what does the divine blood mean?"
Ling Tian's tone was indifferent, but he revealed the shocking truth.
Hearing this, Saint Tiancang bit his lower lip and blood stains flowed out. His body trembled violently. He choked on the trembling sound in his throat and did not dare to speak even a single word.
The origin of the soul!
There may be countless essences and bloods, but the source of the soul is the only one.
The origin of Dragon Ancestor’s soul is in a little half-demon? What’s the difference between this and Dragon Ancestor’s return to the world?
How to make people believe it!
The Saint of Heaven shook his head and said in a ferocious voice: "If I lose, I will lose. Why do you use such lies to pretend to be a tiger? If the origin of the Dragon Ancestor Soul appears in this world, it will have attracted countless people to chase it. With your strength,
It was instantly destroyed by ashes!"
Ling Tian smiled coldly, and the source of his soul released a trace of black mist, drifting towards the Saint of Heaven.
When this black mist invaded the forehead of the Heavenly Sage, his originally ferocious expression became distorted and moved, tears and nose water flowed out, and he was so frightened that he cried bitterly.
"Dragon Ancestor... It's Dragon Ancestor... Please spare me. Back then, we had no choice but to join forces to conquer. Please spare my life and I will work for you..."
When the black mist imprisoned his soul, he finally believed what Ling Tian said.
Even if the Saint of Heaven turns to ashes, he will never forget this terrifying aura that suppressed and killed thousands of people.
Now that the soul has appeared in the world, even if he is horrified, he has to admit that this young man has the origin of the Dragon Ancestor soul and may be the container for his rebirth.
After all, even he has the magical power to resurrect thousands of people, so what's the difficulty in coming to the world again with the methods of the Dragon Ancestor?
"Spare you? I don't want to spare you the eighty-one wounds on my body!"