Chapter five hundred and sixty six: The sword spirit transforms the soul
The turbulent void is like a pot of boiling water. This void space with no sky, no ground, and no life, suddenly turns into a sea of light. Light that is a hundred times more intense than the light of the sun fills every corner of the void.
In a corner, the raging wind of energy tore apart the void that had no time to heal thousands of times before it gradually subsided.
When Liu Qiankun once again used his spiritual consciousness to scan the darkening void in the distance, he found that the Master of Destiny had long disappeared, as if he had evaporated out of thin air. He was surprised: he had just seen dozens of top-quality divine pills beside him.
Exploded, could this guy break through the air and escape first?
"Hahaha! Qingdao brings me surprises every time. To be honest, I really want to keep you alive for a few more days!" There was a burst of laughter from above the head, and the gleaming body of the Master of Destiny twisted and fell from the depths of the sky.
, raised his palms above his head, holding two extremely bright light balls in his palms. Circles of thunderbolts were swimming on the surface of the light balls. The energy contained in them would never be inferior to the Danbao magical power.
Liu Qiankun suddenly shrank from the sky, flicked the white sleeve of his left robe, and his left palm shot out from the bottom of his sleeve like lightning. From the center of the palm, which was as bright as bronze and faintly shiny, clusters of dark cyan sword light were emitted, and then
Then the sound of sword chanting was heard all over the sky, and thousands of sword lotuses shot up quickly against the downward movement of the Lord of Destiny.
At the same time, the right palm was raised, and the Qingming Sword turned into a flash of green rainbow and flashed out. The sword body trembled slightly, and a drop of green spring broke out of the sword. It burst into the lower abdomen of the Lord of Destiny. One empty and one real, the sword lotus flashed with brilliance.
Covering up the real killing move, it is bound to neutralize the thunderous attack of the Lord of Destiny.
Qing Mo raised his head fiercely, and his palms were lifted out of the wide white robe like lightning. Two groups of gray brilliance rose into the sky, directly hitting the lower body of the Lord of Destiny. An Tianming's long hair fluttered, and his body turned into a stream of light.
Walking upwards, where he raised his palm, thousands of light fists the size of millstones surged out of the void, shooting towards the back of the Master of Destiny like meteors.
An Tianming can understand the tricks used by the Master of Destiny at a glance and is extremely easy to use. It is no wonder that the Master of Destiny is most afraid of him.
The Master of Destiny pressed his palms together, and two light clusters trailed out like comets with long tail flames. They met the brilliance above and below him. He then waved his palms and made a quick stroke into the void. He only heard a screeching sound, and the void was empty.
A dark whirlpool about ten feet square suddenly appeared in the middle. The light fist shot by An Tianming seemed to be twisted by a strange force. It passed away halfway and flowed into the center of the whirlpool like a river flowing into the sea...
Boom!
After a loud sound of the sky collapsing and the earth shattering, the master of destiny in the void disappeared without a trace, leaving only countless cloud-like debris in the void floating down one after another.
Just when Liu Qiankun was surprised, a sneer came from behind him. He turned his head and saw a large, bright palm pressing his back silently, snap... the Chaos Cauldron Sky Armor shattered into countless golden fragments.
A harsh sound of bone cracking reached his ears, and the palm of his hand penetrated directly through his back and stretched out from his chest. Liu Qiankun endured the severe pain and slashed backwards with his sword. Unfortunately, the sword light was nowhere to be found.
The shadow of the master of fate...
Blood gushes out from the palm hole in his chest. Liu Qiankun once again felt helpless. His sword drooped downwards and he closed his eyes in pain. His whole body fell downwards like a meteor, and a bright red light spread in the sky...
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"Master..." Qing Mo cried out sadly, and was about to fall through the air. Unexpectedly, a circle of ripples appeared in the void in front of him, and a palm shot out of the air, stopping his downward momentum abruptly.
He could watch his master's body disappear from sight.
"Ah!" Qing Mo roared sadly, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and he swung his fists towards the Master of Destiny that emerged from the void. He went completely crazy...
"No!" An Tianming shouted loudly, his figure fell down, and turned into a stream of light flying downwards. Only by retrieving the cauldron that can seal the master of fate can he have a chance of winning. However, the master of fate obediently tied his hands and was sealed.
It's absolutely impossible unless you defeat him first.
"Your opponent is me!" A black shadow swept out from the back of the Lord of Destiny like a ghost, blocking An Tianming's path first. The features of the black shadow were blurred, but some of the appearance of the Lord of Destiny could be vaguely seen.
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"Fractal! Do you think you can stop me by splitting yourself in two?" An Tianming sneered. He bent his elbows, clenched his hands into fists, and two thunderbolts flashed endlessly on his fists.
Fractal incarnation is not a very profound magical power. To put it bluntly, it is to divide the self into two parts. It is extremely unwise for ordinary gods to use this kind of magical power in battle. If you divide your own cultivation into two parts,
A well-matched opponent can easily be killed, and both his body and spirit will be destroyed. However, even if the Master of Destiny uses the magical power of fractal shadow, he is still a bit stronger than An Tianming and Qing Mo. All he has to do now is to prevent the two gods from letting go.
People take back the cauldron.
"Good thoughts, the realm of nothingness is under my control. What can you do to me if I can't get the cauldron?" The black shadow transformed by the master of fate said calmly.
"Drink!" An Tianming shouted violently, thrust his fists towards the black shadow's chest, and two thunderbolts burst out of his fists and blasted towards the shadow...
Just as the fierce battle in the void was in full swing, Liu Qiankun was floating quietly in the void tens of thousands of feet below them. The girl gently held her master's body and shouted in a trembling voice, but there was still no reply. Liu Qiankun was silent.
The big hole in Qiankun's chest that was sealed by the girl's evil spirit showed no signs of healing. The soul in his brain was not dormant this time, but began to slowly dry up.
"Dad! Get up..." The girl cried out hysterically, and the only response she received was echoes in the void.
The girl wanted to cry, but there were no tears. She could only bite her lips with her teeth. Except for rows of deep tooth marks, there were no blood drops oozing out. She was a sword spirit and her father's daughter...
The soul in the brain gradually becomes thinner, and wrinkles appear on the surface of the pink body. The final fate of the incomplete soul, the moment when both body and soul are destroyed is approaching.
"Dad, wake up... the girl wants you to wake up... open your eyes and look at the girl... one look, just one look..." The girl's whole body was shaking violently, holding her master's body tightly in her arms, the sharp sword
The arm unknowingly cut open the skin on his shoulder, and the bright red blood dyed the sword's edge red.
There are no tears in crying, but there is love in the sword. The girl can only twitch her body, but the person in her arms has slowly become cold.
My thoughts went away, as if I had returned to the past. "Dad, the hair on your mouth got stuck in my girl's head." "Dad, can you close your eyes?" "Whoever dares to be my father's enemy will be chopped into pieces by my girl."
"Dad! Dad! Dad... I call you one more time." Two rays of scorching light shot out from the girl's eyes, and her voice sounded like she was talking in a dream.
The girl gently raised her sword arm, two points of determination flashed in her eyes, and she bit her lip and stabbed it down between her eyebrows...
(The sword spirit has turned into a broken soul, and the three souls and seven souls have been gathered together. Everyone supports Qing Ming and gets free gold medals! Thank you!)