Eight Desolate Sword God

Sixty-sixth chapter

“I am the first to recognize this knives, and everyone has no objections.”

Yue Zhongtian took a deep breath, pressed the body’s surging blood and injury, and looked at the slightly pale Mo Wuwang, the devil and other people, he said overbearingly.

“You are the first one, but I must be the second one!” Mo Wuwang bit his teeth and whispered.

Although he has just tried his best power, his card is far less than the black demon called by Zhong Zhongtian, so he believes that he is not as good as Yue Zhongtian.

“it is good!”

Yue Zhongtian was very happy to promise.

In the end, the order of the main knives was recognized. Yue Zhongtian first, Mo Wuwang second, Yue Bingyu third, magic concentrating fourth, almost lost combat power, and almost killed the white wind.

“call!”

Yue Zhongtian took a deep breath, adjusted the mentality, and slowly walked toward the magic knife that was inserted on the ground, extended his hands, and firmly grasped the knife inlaid with the huge magic crystal, made with special materials. handle.

The next moment, Yue Zhongtian pulled the magic knife up and shattered the palms. A lot of blood flowed out and penetrated into the magic knife along the handle, trying to recognize the Lord.

“Well, Dao Intent of Death!”

A lot of blood flowed into the magic knife, and Yue Zhongtian immediately felt the death of Dao Intent in the magic knife, refining his blood, and his face instantly gloomy.

“Dark way, melt!”

Yue Zhongtian did not understand the Dao Intent of death. He could only try to melt the 20 dark lines into the magic knife and restrain the dead Dao Intent in the magic knife.

But the moment when the 20 dark lines entered the magic knife, Yue Zhongtian clearly felt that a horrible force was formed in the magic knife, and the attack was made to Yue Zhongtian while the dark lines were smashed.

“Hey!”

Unexpectedly, Yue Zhongtian’s arms were backlashed by the magic knife, almost disconnected, and the whole body also appeared out of control. The knife was shaken back by a few meters, and a stream of blood flowed down his mouth.

“It’s my turn!”

Seeing that Yue Zhongtian failed to recognize the master knife, Mo Wuwang sighed with a sigh of relief and immediately went to the magic knife of the Taoist eagle, and could not wait to recognize him.

“Zhongtian, you are fine!”

Yue Zhongtian, who looked gloomy and his arms bleed, came back, and Yue Bingyu asked with concern.

“Nothing!”

Yue Zhongtian was unwilling to look at the Taoist magic knife and could not accept the fact that he believed that the Lord had failed.

Just when the magic knife backlash Yue Zhongtian recognized the Lord, Mo Wuwang’s powerful soul felt the Dao Intent of death in the knife, and when he first sang Western Continent, he was fortunate enough to comprehend the two lines of death, so he still has the confidence to recognize the Lord. This is a magic knife.

“call!”

Mo Wuwang took a deep breath, adjusted the inside, biting his finger and shooting a drop of blood to the magic knife.

Then, Mo Wuwang sprayed two dead lines in his body and melted into the magic knife.

“The pattern of death, he actually realized the two lines of death!”

Seeing the two dead lines of Mo Wuwang, Yue Zhongtian leaped wildly. He had a feeling that the biggest opportunity he encountered in Longyuan was probably to pass his own.

Combining the dead lines of Mo Wuwang’s injection, the inciting magic knife slowly calmed down, letting the blood falling down the blade melt into the magic knife.

Looking at the magic knife did not contradict his own blood, Mo Wuwang was overjoyed and continued to force a lot of blood into the magic knife.

Soon, the Taoist magic knife absorbed Mo Wuwang’s blood and established contact with him.

“low grade road warrior, with Dao Intent of death!”

Recognizing the main knife magic knife, Mo Wuwang immediately appeared in the mind of this magic knife.

Although he is unable to play the most powerful power of the Heavenly Magic with his Half-Step Battle Beast Sovereign Realm, Mo Wuwang is fully capable of killing Level 2 Battle Beast Sovereign.

“Receive!”

Mo Wuwang thought of a move, the Tian Mo Dao soldiers into the body, control the fire of life slowly refining.

“Mom, the magic knife was really got him.”

Seeing Mo Wuwang’s scene of the Tian Mo Dao soldiers being put into the body, Yue Zhongtian’s eyes spurted a thick flame, and the madness was mad, and the heart was bleeding.

He never dreamed that he spent the most expensive cards, but in the end he made a wedding dress for others.

“Moon brother, I am satisfied with this day’s magic road soldiers. If I get a big chance, I will never grab it with you.”

Looked at the face as dark and watery, Yue Zhongtian with fierce eyes in his eyes, Mo Wuwang expressed his good mood.

“it is good!”

Hearing that Mo Wuwang said, Yue Zhongtian’s face eased a bit, quickly took a medicinal pill, sitting cross-legged on the ground to restore interest.

About half a day or so, in addition to the overwhelming magical white wind, Yue Zhongtian, Mo Wuwang and others have recovered the soul power and the consumed soul power.

However, they did not immediately leave the crisis, hidden in a large number of evil spirits of the Baili tombs, led by Mo Wuwang holding the Tianmo Dao soldiers, continue to search for opportunities in the tombs, and strengthen their strength.

As time passed, Ye Chenfeng drove the Devouring God Brain for about four days, and finally engraved the 20 dead lines in the monument to Devouring God Brain.

Successfully imprinted the pattern of death, Ye Chenfeng immediately calmed down, and removed all the distracting thoughts, and realized the destructive Dao Intent.

Once he can practice the dead Dao Intent to 2-layer, his attack power will be upgraded by one level.

“Well, what’s wrong, what the hell is he doing?”

Just as Blackstone and other people adjusted their knees and waited for Yue Zhongtian and others, they were suddenly awakened by a powerful killing force, and they opened their eyes and found that the power of killing them was Ye Chenfeng. from.

Under Detrouring God Brain, Ye Chenfeng spent a day and realized the death of Dao Intent.

At this time, Eight Temples Asura Art runs uncontrolled, and it runs faster and faster, and the crazy refining and smelting Ye Chenfeng’s body is full of murder.

Less than half-stick of incense time, Ye Chenfeng appeared behind the sixth killing light ring.

After another fragrant time, Ye Chenfeng condensed the seventh killing light ring, and the killing power contained in the killing light ring reached a very strong level of terror.

“The original cultivation of Eight Temples Asura Art is basically the death of Dao Intent. Only when the dead Dao Intent is cultivated into a heavenly realm, can the Eight Temples Asura Art be cultivated to a higher or even greater perfection.”

I felt that I had cultivated Eight Temples Asura Art into the Seventh Realm within two sticks of incense. Ye Chenfeng finally knew why he had accumulated enough murderousness in the early stage and could not condense the reason for the sixth killing light ring.

With the help of the light ring amplifying, Ye Chenfeng’s attack power has been greatly improved, but he does not know that Mo Wuwang got a low grade device in the Baili tomb, which brought him a deadly threat.

After practicing Eight Temples Asura Art to the Seventh Realm, Ye Chenfeng calmed down and continued to see the dead Dao Intent.

After about half a day, the scarred Yue Zhongtian, Mo Wuwang and others took out the Baili tomb.

After several days of searching, Yue Zhongtian and others found several opportunities in the tomb, which greatly enhanced their strength.

However, they were well aware of the value of Ye Chenfeng. They did not immediately start, nor did they expose the Taoist soldiers. The people took a rest of the day and left the Baili tomb and continued to fly deep into the deserted space.