Archfiend Chapter 750: : False Zhuxian Array (3)

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Xu Yangyi didn't answer immediately, but asked, "The price?"

Mistertine looked directly into his eyes: "I will fall asleep."

"I can't stay with you for a hundred years. And you, using the power you can't use at all, will fall into a three-day unconscious coma. Believe me, little guy, Odin's power is beyond your imagination, even Better than anyone you have ever met. This is not something you can control."

"Moreover, this is still the best situation. Once the body cannot support the divine power, you will collapse on the spot." He glanced at Xu Yangyi: "I think unless your body is doubled, you will not be able to withstand this sword. Power."

Xu Yangyi still didn't answer. After a long time, he bowed to Mistertine: "How can I wake you up?"

In this case, don't be indecisive. His own spiritual power must be used on the blade.

Once, only once, and only once will be out of the phone, and it will not exceed six hours. Otherwise, the state must fall.

And the opponent... there are four more!

"Send me to the Terrace of the Holy Sword." Mistedin smiled and said: "For you, it is not difficult. Let me recover for fifty years and I can wake up again. The Tower of Babel itself is a huge Magic weapon. It can nourish any treasure."

"But, the premise of everything is that you can take over Odin's power. I will try my best to control it, but even if it's just a trace, you..." He didn't finish, shook his head.

Just before the end of his action, Xu Yangyi suddenly burst into a terrifying power all over his body. This power was so powerful that it even instantly emptied the surrounding fog.

In the dark mist, it seems that a crack in **** has been opened. Mistedine's eyes narrowed slightly, this feeling...even if he saw the prototype of the demon god. The spiritual power, countless spiritual powers are twisted together, because it is too large, and even the space is blurred. And these spiritual powers are gathering wildly on Xu Yangyi.

The raging black mist was like a tide, and after a few seconds, the black mist dissipated. Xu Yangyi looked at his hand in an unpleasant form...If it weren't for the current situation, he would not be able to play at all, he would not show his own assassin.

"What about now?"

His whole body, patches of pitch-black leaves seem to be connected to muscles, and it is impossible to tell whether it is meat or leaves. Under the skin, it is like an old tree with roots, with roots replacing meridians. On the body surface, countless complicated roots are outlined into a mysterious talisman, and finally gathered in the chest.

On the chest, a green crystal gleamed endlessly, and even his eyes became vertical pupils.

"Semi-demonic?" Mistertine looked at him in amazement, and finally landed on the crystal on his chest. He could feel that this was not something of a monster, but...with a feeling that he was afraid of...even the origin of the world.

"It should be possible."

As soon as the voice fell, Xu Yangyi had already grasped Mister Ting and rushed towards Xuanwu.

Mistedin went with him, and in Tai Chi, countless spirit swords jumped out like snakes again, and it softly said: "The Imprint of God King."

"Boom!!!" As the four words fell, Mistedin burst out into the sky, and the brilliance of this light actually overwhelmed the Four Elephants, illuminating the entire Wanli Cave.

Every place in the Forbidden City is under the shining light of this god, and there is no dead end. In the Golden Luang Palace, Zhu Changluo was enjoying wine tasting. The next second, the dancing court ladies and the concubines around were all startled by the golden light and raised their heads.

The underground world was finally illuminated by divine light. Let them see the sun that has been in violation for hundreds of years.

"This is?" Zhu Changluo slowly stood up, gently holding Chunjun beside him with his hand. Touching unconsciously, he bowed his head in amazement.

Chun Jun... is beating?

In the sword box, Chunjun Yue was in motion, as if he saw a rival that could rival him, the kind of excitement from a fighter.

Zhu Changluo's eyes are cold, he hates all things that are out of control.

Beside the couch, others were sleeping soundly, and this kind of sound sleep made his saber resonate, a strange, green mentality, causing an unknown fire in his heart for no reason.

"Swipe!" The sword light was so thorough, Chunjun was suddenly pulled out by him and placed in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the sword coldly: "Do you want to go out?"

Chunjun trembled even more.

"I, no." Zhu Changluo laughed up to the sky, suddenly threw Chunjun to the ground, and plunged into the ground with a thump, leaving the hilt trembling.

He looked at everyone with an unspeakable coldness in his eyes: "This world is my world."

"I said no, whoever dares to move, punish the nine races."

His voice softened, looking at Chunjun, as if his lover whispered: "You too."

"Even if he can kill the Jinluan Temple, I will be waiting for him here."

The Forbidden City of Hades, the world is transparent. Time seemed to be slowing down. In this mysterious slowness, red runes spread from Mistedin's body, and then, Mistedin collapsed every inch, turning into a little bit of aura. In the next second, the infinite aura suddenly rolled back and condensed into another sword in his hand.

This is a complete plant sword.

The sword of parasites, the first sword of Norse mythology. Sword of God Tux. Its body is not a sword blade, but is formed by twisted branches, from thick to thin, covered with golden talisman.

It seems ordinary, but Xu Yangyi holding it can feel the surging spiritual power.

"Buzzing..." The void trembled as he passed by, and a majestic figure appeared behind him. As soon as he appeared, Xu Yangyi's whole body trembled.

Strong...Unspeakably strong, that extreme power, tyrannical power, instantly covered his whole body, tearing every inch of his muscles. If it were still in human form, he was sure that his body was basically abolished now, and he wouldn't even want to get out of bed for at least six months. Also use an excellent pill to raise it.

Even now, this terrifying spiritual power flows through each of his meridians like a knife, all rushing to his arms, and it merges with the spreading talisman.

At this moment, Xu Yangyi's spiritual sense became blurred, as if he was Odin, the highest king of Northern Europe. Under the whole world, could it be the king's soil and the shore of the earth, could it be the king's minister.

Gently raised his hand and swung a sword lightly, as if he had a spirit in his heart, and Misteden, behind Odin, blurred the phantom, and said in unison: "The sword of God's drop."

The four characters are common. But like Huang Zhongda Lu, the whole underground roared endlessly. It's like an earthquake.

At the same time, the opposite Xuanwu opened his mouth again, and with a loud bang, a sword light came across the sky.

With this sword, the sky is cloudless.

This sword cut through the void before surpassing.

However, this sword meets the sword spirit of the No. 1 **** king in Northern Europe.

"Boom!" A golden sword light covered a radius of 10,000 meters! The whole ground is illuminated transparently. This sword is no longer visible, because wherever it passes, where the light is, it is the shadow of the sword. I can't feel its power anymore, because the moment it was launched, it swallowed the Xuanwu and its sword light.

Thousands of miles of waves, thousands of miles of divine light, unknown sun and moon, stars do not flash.

God said, there must be light. So there was light.

God is angry, saying that it cannot exist, so it cannot exist.

Fourteen states with a sword!

In the Golden Luang Palace, Zhu Changluo looked as usual, holding a wine glass, but did not drink, just looked out the window obsessively.

This light...

The long-lost light...

Being under the light, I can't even see my shadow. Is it really the emperor of the Ming Dynasty who spoke the law and followed the law, and the emperor threw a million dead in angrily?

From the beginning, he didn't know whether he was right or wrong. Until now, but with my heart.

After drinking all the wine in the glass, he paused heavily on the table. The light from the outside world shone out a hall of ghosts. Suddenly he felt extremely lost and said slowly: "Emperors in ancient times are lonely, only the drinkers keep their names. ."

No one dared to answer.

For a long time, he said calmly: "Wei Zhongxian, Liu Jin, Wang Zhi, Wang Zhen."

"The servants are here."

"Lead the East and West Factory, Jin Yiwei attacked." He paused, and increased his voice: "Desperate to clear the door."

"Yes." The four eunuchs bowed and said deliberately: "But...does the master worry too much? The Zhuxian sword formation is the formation passed down by the immortal master. This... is it broken?"

"Are you teaching me to do things?!" Zhu Changluo stood up suddenly, staring coldly at the person below: "Now...you don't treat me as the master?"

"The officials calm down!" "The servants and maids will go right away!"

Outside, everything is the same.

The only thing that is not as good as before is Xu Yangyi.

The Mistedin in his hand has turned into a little bit of aura and disappeared, becoming the original sword again, but he can feel that the spirit in it has fallen asleep. He tried to call a few times, but did not respond.

There is another thing that is not as good as before, that is, everything around is quiet. The four phantoms remained the same, and the sea of ​​black and white two-color spiritual fog below was still surging, but it was silent to a strange level.

Mistertine turned into a rune and entered the back of his left hand again. At the same time, a slight voice suddenly sounded in the huge cave ~IndoMTL.com~.

"Card..."

Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous sound of "Kaka". The entire underground cave, starting from the center, was marked with a huge sword mark! As if to divide this cave into two halves!

A series of terrifying spider web patterns spread around the sword mark. In the next second, the deafening sound of collapse finally became the main melody, and thunder generally sounded throughout the cave. "Boom..." As the rocks collapsed, the dust was rolling, the turbulent waves hit the shore, and the four looming phantoms uttered a mournful scream. The four city gates barely struggled, and they turned into dust in an instant. Disappeared together with the four phantoms.

The large array of talisman in the sky slowly receded, and the sea of ​​fog below 10,000 meters finally began to fall apart.

"Shu Lala..." The river rolled back and the clouds cleared. After the black and white were separated, there were corpses standing all over the floor. Holding a long sword, performing various magical moves, the sculpture stands in place.

The power of a sword. The **** king was angry.

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