Chapter 820 Half-step Nascent Soul, Refining the Dragon Soul
"jingle……"
Along with a clear but extremely harsh ringtone, a violent demonic energy suddenly appeared.
The demonic energy rushed into Zong Lu's body, instantly dissipating the raging sword energy in his body. Immediately, the bell came out of his hand, rose in the wind, and in the blink of an eye turned into a large translucent black bell, covering Zong Lu.
"Bang!"
With a strike of the sword light, fine cracks suddenly appeared on the black bell, but it was only knocked away with Zong Lu instead of being completely shattered.
The moment it landed, the black bell changed back to its original appearance and flew back to Zong Lu's hand.
Zong Lu quickly got up from the ground, quickly took out the healing elixir, crushed it and pressed it on the wound. He didn't bother to argue with Zhao Mingyuan. Instead, he looked in the direction of the dragon soul with lingering fear on his face.
Not only him, but everyone present, paying full attention, could feel that an aura completely different from the dragon soul was brewing in the air.
Just the invisible aura caused the storm in the sky to stir, making all the monks present feel uneasy.
Just a few breaths, to everyone, it seems like the next day. .??.??
The dragon opened his mouth for the third time, and what appeared this time was not the light of a sword, but a graceful, cold and arrogant figure that could dazzle an entire nation, like a fairy in an ice palace.
Standing in the air, Shen Miaoyin's eyes were cold, and her powerful cultivation instantly enveloped the entire Shili Gallery.
She has reached the level of Dzogchen cultivation in the Golden Core Stage, plus the ability to absorb an inherited stone statue. With just her aura, everyone present can clearly sense that her strength has surpassed the two most powerful demons, Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu.
build.
"Brother Qi, I thought that your strength and my strength were already at the top of the Golden Core stage. I didn't expect... this person could actually increase our strength to such an extent!"
"After all, it is the inheritance of the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. If time is not too hasty, only one statue can help her successfully overcome the tribulation and enter the Nascent Soul stage."
"Even so, with her current strength, she can only compete with those half-step Nascent Soul masters who failed to overcome the tribulation back then, so she is not necessarily unsure? In addition, the exercises she has practiced have a restraining effect on you and me.
It seems that it will be difficult to deal with this person today!"
"It doesn't matter! She has just made a breakthrough, and her cultivation level is not yet stable. She will wait for the opportunity later. If nothing can be done, she can only give up. Anyway, killing the three sects is a matter for the Great Zhao Dynasty and the Demonic Shadow Palace. We
Just do your best.”
Ning Yuanqi and Feng Heyu quickly exchanged glances and said a few words, but they already had something to worry about in their minds.
"Damn it! I didn't expect that we were still one step away after all. If Nasu Twelve hadn't interfered and affected my mood, and the strength of the dragon soul body had not been affected, how would Shen Miaoyin have the chance to complete the inheritance and absorption?"
"My emperor's character is still not stable and ruthless enough!!!"
Zhao Mingyuan's eyes widened in anger, and in just a moment, he figured out the reason for Shen Miaoyin's comeback.
The dragon swallowed it together with the inheritance stone statue, and both sides competed for the power of inheritance. But the result was obvious. Affected by his emotions, the strength of the dragon soul was greatly reduced, and naturally it could not compete with Shen Miaoyin.
And the initiator of all this...
Turning his head and glancing at Su Twelve on the ground, Zhao Mingyuan's eyes were full of murderous intent.
The hatred for killing his son and ruining his plans made him hate Su Twelve to the core. The anger in his heart was so raging that even the water from all over the world could not extinguish it.
At this moment, Zhao Mingyuan wished he could get rid of Su Twelve and then hurry up!
But now that Shen Miaoyin is making a strong comeback, it is obvious that he will not be given this opportunity.
Taking a deep breath, he saw that Shen Miaoyin was busy stabilizing her surroundings after coming out. Zhao Mingyuan suppressed the anger in his heart.
Even if he wants to try to communicate with the dragon soul, he plans to take the opportunity to take back his third-grade magic weapon and sword.
But just as his true energy moved, a bright sword light came into the corner of his eyes.
The aura emanating from Shen Miaoyin's body, which was suspended in the air, quickly calmed down and then converged. Then, Shen Miaoyin's flying sword appeared across the sky from the Fire Mysterious Ice Sword, hovering aside.
She flicked her fingers, quickly formed seals with her hands, and suddenly struck the dragon soul next to her with a palm.
The next second, the dragon soul trembled violently.
However, in the blink of an eye, the dragon soul suddenly turned into a thick cloud. The clouds and mist surged straight towards the Lihuo Xuan Ice Sword. At an astonishing speed, it sank into Shen Miaoyin's Lihuo Xuan Ice Sword.
Very soon, the clouds and mist disappeared, and the Lihuo Xuanbing Sword emitted a bright light, as bright as the sun, with dazzling brilliance. The sword intent emitted reached a terrifying level, making all the monks present tremble with their swords.
Next to the Lihuo Xuanbing Sword, a dark blue long sword was separated from the dragon soul and hovered in the air. It was Zhao Mingyuan's own flying sword, the third-grade magic weapon Black Dragon Sword.
Without the possession of the dragon soul, the dark blue sword's spirituality has been greatly reduced. However, it is a third-grade magic weapon after all, and it still looks amazing. The sword body emits a sharp cold light, and there is a faint trace of blood in it, which is used by Zhao Mingyuan to identify the main magic weapon. A trace of my heart’s blood.
"What a Shen Miaoyin! You dare to deprive me of the dragon soul. This emperor has recorded this debt!!! Black Dragon Sword, come back!!!"
Seeing the dragon soul being peeled off by Shen Miaoyin in the blink of an eye, Zhao Mingyuan's eyes widened with anger ready to burst out.
Feeling the Black Dragon Sword that was connected to his heart and blood, Zhao Mingyuan had a dark face and tried his best to communicate with the flying sword before taking back the flying sword. Without the dragon soul, the loss was already heavy. The black dragon sword is a third-grade magic weapon and cannot be lost.
But the black dragon sword just moved.
"Since Lord Zhao Long has sent such a sword, how can Shen Miaoyin not accept it with joy?"
Shen Miaoyin's cold eyes were as cold as ice, and her cold voice sounded.
With a wave of his sleeves, another burst of true energy fell on the dark blue sword body. The true energy contained sharp sword intent, and in just a moment, the blood was wiped out, and the long sword was also pocketed.
At the same time, Zhao Mingyuan's body trembled slightly, the aura around his body fluctuated, and a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth. Not only because of the backlash caused by the blood being wiped out when the magic weapon was recognized, but also because of anger.
The dragon soul was found at great cost to me, and its value is not as valuable as the third-grade magic weapon, the Black Dragon Sword.
But now, the third-grade magic weapon Black Dragon Sword has become the opponent's possession, and the dragon soul has also been absorbed by the opponent's flying sword! There is nothing better than making a wedding dress for others!
The nails on both hands were firmly embedded in the flesh, and anger was no longer enough to describe his mood at this moment.
"Okay! Okay! Your courage really impresses me!"
"But what will happen even if your cultivation level improves and breaks through? Even if I can't kill you today, I will kill the monks of the three sects!!"
Zhao Mingyuan had a cold face and said "good" three times in a row, with a cruel and vicious look in his eyes.
Thoughts intertwined in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. To be able to become an emperor, he was top notch in terms of scheming and strength. But today, in a situation where he was clearly bound to win, he suffered setbacks one after another, and it could even be said that he suffered extremely heavy losses. !
"Let three monks lose their lives? Lord Zhao Long really thinks that at this moment, you can still stop me and others?"
Shen Miaoyin spoke indifferently, and the fog around her body reappeared, covering her figure.
At the same time, Xuan Binglihuo Sword suddenly transformed into countless sword energies, surrounding the monks from the three sects, and even held up Xiao Muzi and Zen Master Shanfa who were seriously injured and unconscious on the ground.