The Xuanming sword is out, and all ghosts are convinced!

As soon as the silver armor sword spirit came out, it was terrifying.

It was ten thousand ghosts that came one after another, and the silver armor gods that hit its body were all wiped out in an instant.

And with every sword she slashes, she can destroy dozens or hundreds of evil spirits.

"Hula!"

After ten familiarizations, the sword spirit had already broken through the big array and broken through the black curtain.

Even the natives who had just insulted Chen Yuan and the others fell to their knees in fright, trembling one after another.

Begging the gods not to kill them.

In the eyes of many ignorant natives, what is this innate sword spirit, such a body, not a god?

"Hurry up, hurry up and wake up Lord Witch. ”

The old man who was the leader saw that there was not much left of the army of ten thousand ghosts at this time, and the rest were afraid to step forward, so he immediately shouted in panic.

Eleven shamans, kneeling in a hurry, muttered to themselves at the highest peak of the island, spitting out complex ancient languages.

"Lord Divine Witch, there is an invasion of foreign enemies, and now that the Ghost Devouring Array has been broken, Lord hurry out to ......"

"Tear up!"

Before they could finish speaking, the whole ground trembled.

The location of the twelve people is the center of the Ghost Devouring Array, and it has the protection of a magic circle.

If it weren't for the protection of this magic circle, I'm afraid that the sword spirit just now would be enough to kill them.

You must know that the sword spirits have the strength of the ordinary holy realm, and their highest cultivation is only the artistic conception.

From a distance.

I saw a thick layer of black gas, enveloping the eleven sorcerers.

Outside, the sword spirit slashed down, and the sword light several zhang wide slashed directly on the black mist, and the black mist trembled suddenly, and the entire ground was shaken.

But that's just the beginning.

"Whoosh!"

After the sword spirit descended with a sword, there was no pause, but one sword was more fierce than the other.

Each of these swords is enough to cut gold and cut the rigid.

That layer of formation black qi, although it attracted the color of the earth evil underground, and then condensed ten thousand ghosts to form, it has the power of heaven and earth, even if dozens of artistic conception powerhouses come to besiege it, it may not be able to break it.

But the sword spirit is different, its strength is already a holy realm.

How big is the gap in power between the sacred realm and the artistic conception?

Any blow is equivalent to a joint blow of digital artistic conception.

"Bang!"

The sword spirit had already made nine swords in a row, and the tenth sword followed, slashing down in the air.

The brilliant golden sword rays crossed the long sky, and were more than ten zhang long.

It's like a sword immortal coming to the world, and it can cut chaos.

The black mist could no longer bear it at this time, and suddenly dispersed.

The sword broke through the magic circle, and before he knew it, he directly slashed the three sorcerers who bore the brunt of it, and even the ground was split with a deep sword mark.

"This ...... That's too strong, isn't it? ”

Li Shizhuo was dumbfounded at this time.

He knew that Chen Yuan was very strong, but he didn't expect that Chen Yuan would have such a means.

The scene in front of him is as if the legendary gods have descended, and the momentum is magnificent.

And Baburu gasped even more, he was just an ordinary person, where had he seen such a scene?

"Lord Witch, come and save us. ”

Several black-robed old men trembled, kneeling on the ground, and the magic seals in their hands kept changing.

They knew that Lord Divine Witch had been in retreat for several years, and was refining a magic weapon, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

These sorcerers only hear voices in their heads when the gods and witches want to tell them to do things.

But at this moment, if the gods and witches don't come out, who else can stop this young man?

Many black-robed old men, their faces were like ashes, and their bodies were trembling.

Even if they are strong people with average artistic conception.

But in front of this Holy Realm Sword Spirit, he was like an ant.

When the sword spirit descended from the sky, everyone's hearts were even more desperate.

At this moment, the black mist that had already dissipated suddenly condensed again, and a puff of black smoke suddenly erupted from the top of the mountain.

Dangkong turned into a huge figure wearing a mask, wearing a black robe, and holding a bone staff.

The black robe worn by this figure was very different from the simple clothes of many sorcerers.

On this figure, there were many inscriptions and spells on the black robe that were constantly wandering, and he was full of anger.

"Who dares to break my big array, I want to refine your soul......"

"It's Lord Divine Witch, it's Lord Divine Witch's Soul Phantom!"

Seeing this, many sorcerers were immediately overjoyed.

It's a pity that before the figure could finish speaking, the sword spirit directly slashed with a sword.

Thundered.

The power of a sword, the brilliant silver and golden light, like a heavenly river pouring down, illuminates the entire sky.

"Bang!"

The figure that was as condensed as a substance was directly cut in half by a sword, and was almost scattered alive.

Followed by.

After the sword spirit silver mangling golden sword qi swept away, the sword shadow was horizontal, and then the sword blade swept over, and a sword blade storm suddenly erupted.

On top of that figure, Dao Dao Jianheng was left in an instant.

Finally, the sword spirit stepped on the void, descended from the sky, held the sword in both hands, and slashed down with a sword.

The tall six-zhang silver-armored sword spirit, with endless sword light, tore through the sky, bringing the sound of tearing and tearing through the air.

A sword twisted the figure directly into pieces from beginning to end.

It's almost a snap of time.

This ghost-like figure in the shrine of the Wakoku was instantly shattered.

And every blow of the sword spirit carries the power of slashing the divine soul.

This ghost god had no way to be reborn at all, so it dissipated directly into heaven and earth.

"This is dead?"

Li Shizhuo looked at the scene in front of him with a look of disbelief.

He just felt that although the strength of this ghost god was only a half-step Saint Realm, he had already stepped into the threshold of the Saint Realm, and he was only a line away, which was the Saint Realm.

As a result, he was beheaded by all three pieces of the silver armor sword spirit?

Li Shizhu didn't know that Chen Yuan's sword spirit was originally refined by ghosts and gods, and coupled with Chen Yuan's refining, he was born to restrain this kind of ghosts and gods.

Even if he didn't use the power to slay the divine soul, the strength of the sword spirit was enough to kill an ordinary holy realm.

At this moment, the mountain where the god and witch was located suddenly emitted a strange wave of mana.

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered, feeling the fluctuations, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

He knew that the figure just now was just a remnant soul.

It's not the so-called gods and witches.

Chen Yuan's divine sense enveloped all the peaks, and the fluctuations of that mana instantly became even stronger.

But he didn't find out where the witch was.

There seemed to be an isolation formation that completely covered the aura.

And Chen Yuan's divine sense could detect it clearly, but he couldn't crack the formation from such a distance.

"Where are the gods and witches you are talking about?"

Chen Yuan said lightly.

The old man at the head immediately knelt on the ground, trembling all over: "Tell Your Excellency, Lord Divine Witch is in retreat to refine the magic treasure, and I will take you over." ”

"Sacrificial treasures?"

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PS: The third update, continue to write.

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Midnight.

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