Chapter 821: The Holy Son seizes the body

The snow fluttered like a flocculent, and the lone peak in the snow loomed.

Shengzi Peak, its ethereal peaks appear and disappear from time to time, and the towering peaks reach into the sky, like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

The Peak of the Holy Child is surrounded by a number of tall peaks, which exist only to set off the Peak of the Holy Child.

The Sword God Temple, which dominates the Martial God Continent, is located here.

Above the void, a stone with a width of thousands of zhang stands in the air, on the stone, the mountains and rocks stand everywhere, the lake is everywhere, and its scenery is extremely beautiful.

And among the mountains and rocks, its magnificent palaces are endless, and its Dao Dao sword intent spreads out above these palaces, reaching straight to the sky.

Legend has it that this stone was moved by a generation of Sword God Temple masters on the Beihai side, and it was by moving this stone that Beihai appeared in the Martial God Continent.

And this stone is also called Sword God Island by the masters of the Sword God Temple in the past dynasties.

The Holy Son Peak is located below the Sword God Island, but its towering summit is still beyond the height of the Sword God Island.

From time to time, the sword light shot out in the palace, and when these sword lights passed through the Holy Son Peak, their sword lights all fell, and dozens of Sword God Temple disciples appeared.

These disciples all respectfully bowed to the Holy Son Peak, and then walked away from the area within a radius of several miles from the Holy Son Peak.

Such a move is a sign of respect for the Holy Son, no, it should be a respect for the Holy Son.

The Holy Son Peak, the place where the Holy Son of the Sword God Temple cultivates, is surrounded by mist all year round, even in the depths of winter. It was hazy and hazy, making it impossible to see the face of the Holy Son Peak.

At the top of the peak, the fog surged, and a black shadow floated in the mist, merging into the mist.

"Five generations have appeared?" the dark shadow muttered softly, "Long-lost prey!"

When the black shadow spoke, several figures appeared at the mountain road, made a sword salute to the black shadow, and said respectfully: "Holy Son, the Moon God Sun has left the Moon God Temple a few days ago!"

"Huh. Is that guy going to make a move?" the shadow muttered softly. After a pause, the dark shadow continued, "Stand down!"

Hearing this, these Sword God Hall disciples all respectfully performed a sword salute and retreated from the Holy Son Peak.

The fog surged. The black shadow muttered softly, "Seventh turn!"

Suddenly, a cold aura dispelled the mist, and a black shadow was revealed, and it was a soul body.

The Sword Soul Technique, the skill of the Holy Son's cultivation, this skill does not belong to the Sword God Temple, but only to the Holy Son. The Sword Soul Technique is divided into ten turns. This is an extremely bloody and extremely strange exercise.

Only cultivate the soul, not **, whenever the bottleneck is reached, the soul will be abandoned**. Looking for new **.

With the power of ** as a bridge and the power of heaven and earth for baptism, the Holy Son has cultivated so far, and has abandoned the seven physical bodies.

"The body of the eighth turn has also appeared, and the fifth generation hopes that your physical body will not disappoint me!" the black shadow muttered softly, a trace of madness flashed in his dark eyes: "Master, one day this seat will devour you!"

As he spoke, several remnant souls appeared in vain in the mist. The black shadow sneered, and a terrifying pull spread.

The remnant souls of these martial artists who were not weak in cultivation were directly devoured by the black shadow. The aura fluctuations on the black shadow's body became stronger by a few points.

"It's time for the seventh take!" the shadow muttered softly, and the fog cleared in vain. A lifeless ** appeared in the sight of the black shadow.

"The last sect master of the Sword God Sect Moon Scarf!" Its mist frantically poured into the corpse, and the black shadow chuckled: "A rare psychic body, but it is barely qualified to be the seventh body!"

If the disciples of the Sword God Sect were here, they would definitely recognize that this corpse was the Moon Scar, which was taken away by the disciples of the three major halls at the beginning.

Originally, the head and body of the moon scar had been separated, but at this moment, the head and corpse were connected again.

"Ten turns of the sword soul, seventh turn, turn!" the black shadow muttered softly, and a domineering wave spread, and the black shadow turned into a streamer of light and submerged into the body of the moon mark.

In an instant, the black shadow entered the body and felt an unwilling will in this **, which lasted for a long time.

With just a glance, the black shadow knew the unwillingness in this will, and said lightly: "Disperse, I will kill you for the five generations, and I will also marry the woman of Qianchuan Xue!"

When he said this, this will dissipated, and seeing this, the black shadow began to truly take away, and its soul gradually merged with the corpse of the moon scar.

At the same time, vitality gradually appeared on this lifeless corpse, and its aura was also soaring, Qi Martial Realm, Soul Martial Realm, Spirit Martial Realm.

It wasn't until a few days later that the originally closed eyes of this ** opened their eyes, and several fine lights flashed in their dark eyes.

"It's going to be smoother than expected, but what I promised you, this seat won't miss the appointment!" A wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the moon scar, no, it should be the Holy Son after the seizure chuckled.

"Marrying Chikawa Xue will resolve your unwillingness, don't you think it's more exciting to violate his woman in front of the five generations?" the holy son chuckled.

After the Holy Son took it, the temperament of this physical body was not as noble as that of the moon mark.

"The Yue family!** is not bad, the psychic body plus a generation of bloodline!" The blood-red tongue stretched out in vain, licking the corners of his mouth, and the Holy Son continued: "However, I am more looking forward to the ** of the fifth generation, the fourth generation of bloodline!"

The mist surged, and its tumbling mist overwhelmed the Holy Son, and at the same time, an endless chill spread over the Holy Son.

"Blood Shadow!" The Holy Son suddenly chuckled: "Go to the Sword God Gate and bring a woman named Qianchuan Xue!"

Before the words fell, a blood-colored figure appeared at the mountain road, and the blood-colored figure bowed to the peak and quietly left.

"Goyo, isn't it interesting when you see your woman stepping down from this seat?" the Holy Son muttered softly,

The Martial Temple, the Martial God Temple was built on the sprawling sea, and its countless islands were connected one after another.

One of the islands, the whole island was covered with snow, and a figure stood proudly to meet the flying snowflakes.

The figure was erect, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and the snowflakes within a radius of several miles were flying around the figure.

"Proud son, the five generations have left the Qinglong Ancient Clan, it is estimated that it will not be long before the five generations and the others will meet the Sun Ring!" a Martial God Hall disciple jumped from the void in vain and whispered to the figure.

That figure means the pride of the Martial God Temple, the proud son of the Martial God! The proud son of the Martial God also has an extraordinary appearance, however, his eyes are always closed, and the exercises are running in his body.

There is a legend in the Martial God Temple that the Martial God Proud Son rarely opens his eyes, and in the eyes of the Proud Son, it is a waste to open his eyes, and he always spends his time on martial arts, a martial idiot.

A slender figure couldn't help but appear in his mind, his pale face, and the sword that was enough to ecmese the heavens and the earth.

"His chess game is always so seamless, but will this sudden chess piece ruin the whole chess game?"

After speaking, the proud son was immersed in the endless cultivation again, and only cultivation was what he was pursuing.

On top of a certain lonely peak in the Martial God Continent, a tall figure stood on it, and its snowflakes fell and passed through his body.

"The Moon God Mark has awakened! Five generations have finally appeared, four generations, I didn't expect that there would be five generations in the bloodline of your descendants!" The man muttered softly: "Tell me to go down, whether it is the people of the three major halls or the four ancient clans, if they attack the Ye family, then all of them will be killed!" The calm words were filled with endless killing intent, and when this person said this, two figures quietly emerged, bowed to this person, and quietly left.

The aura that permeated these people was that mysterious force. The man raised his head and looked at the starry sky, and muttered softly, "That's where she lives, and no one can destroy it!"

A shadow appeared in the eyes of this young man, a white shadow, sitting in a courtyard full of flowers, quietly caressing the piano.

"Reincarnation of a thousand lifetimes, why haven't you awakened yet?

"The Holy Son has completed the seventh turn, and his ambition is really not small!" the man chuckled and said, "I can create such an exercise, how can I not know the weakness of this exercise!"

"Five generations, I'm looking forward to seeing you, I hope you won't weaken the face of the moon god!" The man still muttered to himself: "Because I have experienced it, so I attach importance to it?" It's ridiculous, from that moment on, I won't be the same person I was at the beginning!"

"I'm just sorry for disappointing your hopes!" the figure slowly dissipated under the stars.

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