Chapter 889 The genius of Zhongtiandi, gathers the essence of the sun and the moon!
"Do you recognize this kind of sword energy?"
Shen Chenfeng held up the Wusheng Sword Qi high, with thousands of divine lights rising in his eyes, staring at the Tongtian Sword Master, not daring to relax at all.
This Taoist's strength is the most powerful monk he has seen since his rebirth.
Even Su Dashan is incomparable.
He had to secretly transport the Holy Soul and put up countless defenses around him to prevent the other party from suddenly making a move, leaving him unable to react and being poisoned by the other party.
"The Way of the Wusheng Sword is the unique skill of the Cang Qiong Sword Emperor, and it is powerful throughout the Lingwu Continent."
"Who doesn't know, who doesn't know?"
Tongtian Sword Master's face was cold, but from the sweat on his palms, it was not difficult to see that he was also very nervous. He said: "I have been fortunate enough to watch the battle of Cangqiong Sword Emperor. His swordsmanship is unparalleled. He can live or die. It is the true art of killing.”
"Being able to witness the Cang Qiong Sword Emperor's swordsmanship without dying means that you are not an unknown person."
Shen Chenfeng narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you?"
Tongtian Sword Master was slightly arrogant and said: "My name is Ma Xingkong, and my Taoist name is Tongtian Sword Master."
Shen Chenfeng searched his whole mind and had never heard of this name. He couldn't help but shook his head and said with a little disdain: "I haven't heard of it."
"You, a junior, have only been practicing for a few years, how can you understand my majesty?"
Ma Xingkong sneered and said: "But now I am very curious, why do you, a little god-refining monk, have Wusheng Sword Qi?"
"because……"
Shen Chenfeng's eyes flashed and he suddenly spoke, "Ma Xingkong, the sweat on your palms remains."
Ma Xingkong was shocked and quickly looked down.
But looking at the sweat stains on his palms, he quickly understood and said angrily: "You brat, how dare you play tricks on me?"
"A great swordsman from a generation was actually scared into this state."
Shen Chenfeng laughed loudly and said: "No wonder I haven't heard of your name. I'm afraid you were an unknown person in the past."
"Shen Chenfeng, you are looking for death!"
Ma Xingkong roared angrily, his whole body filled with energy.
But before he could take action, Shen Chenfeng raised his hand and pointed his finger, and his fingertips shone brightly.
A surge of energy that seemed to tear apart the entire world rushed towards him like a tide.
Ma Xingkong trembled in his heart, but he refused to admit defeat and said: "Shen Chenfeng, do you think I can't kill you because I have Wu Sheng Sword Qi?"
"That's right."
Shen Chenfeng had a smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold, and he said: "Don't say that you are only in the realm of eternity, even if you are in the realm of transcending tribulation, you can't stop the power of my sword."
"joke."
Ma Xingkong laughed loudly and said: "With your little strength, I can completely kill you before you swing that sword."
"Is it?"
Shen Chenfeng raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "In that case, why don't you give it a try?"
Ma Xingkong suddenly narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Shen Chenfeng even raised his fingers, and the sword energy was puffing out from his fingertips, as if he was about to kill him at any moment.
In an instant, the whole place was dead silent.
Time seems to have frozen.
The two people were confronting each other, and no one dared to act rashly.
After half a while.
Deep in the hall, a voice suddenly sounded.
Ma Xingkong's expression changed wildly, and he turned around and rushed towards the interior of the hall, regardless of the heavy wind in front of him.
It wasn't until Ma Xingkong left completely that Shen Chenfeng looked around.
I saw that this main hall was extremely wide, as big as twice the city of Qingzhou. On both sides of the main hall, there were countless strange magic weapons.
Those magic weapons are like a huge glass cover, filled with green liquid and soaked with the corpse of an unknown creature.
There are thousands of magic weapons like this.
In each magic weapon, there is a completely different corpse, without any duplication.
"Mountain giants, deep-sea fishmen, the earth clan..."
Shen Chenfeng glanced at the corpses one after another, and couldn't help being a little horrified. These were the most powerful races in the Lingwu Continent in ancient times.
When he saw the back, his expression changed slightly.
I saw huge figures among the magic weapons, filled with an extremely sacred aura.
"Ancient Holy Beast."
Shen Chenfeng's heart trembled. As far as his eyes could see, there were hundreds of kinds of holy beasts, including green dragons, white tigers, redbirds, basalts, unicorns, rocs, giant kuns, etc.
"What kind of place is this place that contains the corpses of all races in the world?"
Shen Chenfeng's eyes kept wandering over the corpses of hundreds of holy beasts, but now that he couldn't figure out the situation, he didn't dare to mess around.
I can only reluctantly withdraw my gaze and look into the distance.
At the deepest part of the hall, there was a huge glass cover.
This glass cover is over a hundred feet in diameter. It is nearly ten times larger than the magic weapons that hold the sacred beasts.
But what is surprising is that there is an old man placed in such a huge glass cover.
The old man had a kind face, as if he was asleep, quietly soaking in the green liquid, his body glowing with a faint light.
"Wind Kill Evil Lord!"
Qingtian looked at the old man and suddenly exclaimed, "He's not dead yet?"
"What?"
Han Ge was shocked and said: "You said this person is Feng Shaxiejun?"
"That's right."
Qingtian looked at it carefully, his eyes became solemn, and he said: "In ancient times, I once saw Feng Shaxie Lord, the old man in front of me."
"Although he's not dead, he's almost there."
Shen Chenfeng shook his head. He could clearly feel that Feng Shaxiejun's soul was extremely weak.
Logically speaking, he should have been assimilated into heaven and earth long ago.
But I don’t know what method the other party used to force his life to continue, and he is still surviving to this day.
Shen Chenfeng looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see any clues.
He turned around and looked at Ma Xingkong aside, and saw that there was also a glass cover in front of Ma Xingkong.
This glass cover is only the size of an ordinary person and is connected to a huge glass cover.
And in the small glass cover, there is also a figure.
This figure is an extremely handsome young man. He has an almost perfect figure, an appearance that makes everyone jealous, and skin like crystal.
The beauty of heaven and earth is reflected in the beauty of the sun and the moon.
It is absolutely not an exaggeration to use this poem to describe the young man in front of me.
And what shocked Shen Chenfeng was that he could clearly feel that there was a huge power of blood in this young man's body.
Blood of the gods.
Blood of the Holy Beast.
Blood of the Great Emperor.
The blood of saints.
Blood of the Aragami.
Almost every drop of blood in his body has an extremely extraordinary origin and the power to destroy the world.
Think back to what I just saw, the corpses of all the races in the world.
Shen Chenfeng's face changed crazily, and he shouted loudly: "Ma Xingkong, what on earth is this?"
