If this old saint wakes up, Luo Yang's life will be necessary.

At the critical moment, the Taichong Sword burst out with a brilliant purple light, and inserted into the old man's forehead with an invincible fighting spirit. Emperor Xiu and Luo Yang took a step back at the same time, and then they heard the soul tremble: "No!"

Under the surprised gaze of Luo Yang and his group, the old man stood up little by little, opened his eyes and looked at Luo Yang, and said in an endless sorrow and gloomy tone: "How is it you? I will die in the hands of a royal junior. You, you must be the one sent by the gods to kill the hope of becoming a god."

Luo Yang stepped forward and looked at the old man, shook his head and said, "Don't put gild on your face. If you could become a god, you would have broken through your current realm long ago. I can't kill you at all. But I still have to thank you for your parting gift. If you can kill a great saint, whether you are inappropriate or not, the Holy Sword will become perfect."

"you……"

The old man raised his arm and wanted to attack, but the next moment, Taichong sword roared, directly shattering the saint's brain.

This old man is no one else, but the leader of the ancient tribe, Zhu Jue, the second-ranked Great Saint of the Zhu family.

This old man has been practicing for a long time, and is even higher than the seniority of the Great Sage Jinglan. In the eyes of the world, he is a god. As a result, he was unlucky today and was seriously injured and died even if he died.

Luo Yang stood there and was not in a hurry to move forward.

Taichong Sword is enjoying the essence of the Great Sage's mind and producing an unparalleled transformation. Time is not long, white flames rise on the sword body, and how high the flames rise.

"This is the real Saint Sword that can devour the holy breath to strengthen yourself." Luo Yang exclaimed that the Taichong sword in the past was still 108,000 miles away from the Saint Sword, but now it has reached the sky in one step and has become the real Saint Sword.

"Hey, who is this old man? It shouldn't be without names. Our Taiwu clan and the ancient clan don't move much, and they are all skeletons with big eyes and big heads in our eyes, so we can't tell who is who!" Black Capricorn said while licking his face! He was completely blind, but he blamed the ancient clans for all the same.

If the Great Sage Zhu Jue survived, he would have to die of anger again. Even if the ancient clan has a strong foundation, the Great Sage is still rare. It is located at the top of the pyramid of strength and has the capital to command the saints.

But who said Zhu Jue was unlucky? He didn't know who he was. The holy breath he had accumulated for many years was cheaper to kill the holy sword, which contributed to Luo Yang's combat power. He tempered the sword body to the hilt of the sword, and gradually developed a little magic.

The Taichong Sword comes from the Kui'an civilization, which was a very ancient race. There was no concept of holy soldiers at that time. With the rapid development of technological power and the continuous improvement of casting methods, today's weapons are indeed powerful. However, some special circumstances violate common sense.

Due to various harsh conditions, some weapons with poor quality can continue to rise, and eventually there is hope that they can transform into existence that is not inferior to divine weapons. The Saint Sword of Killing is one of them. If it becomes a God-killing Sword upward, the gods will be frightened when they see Luo Yang...

"not good!"

Suddenly there was a scream.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

All the remaining blades of the full moon scimitar on the ground flew back, and Apez limped forward, his eyes full of anger.

"Junior, you can do this to the point. Maybe someone will remember your name in tens of thousands of years. So, accept the verdict of fate peacefully!"

The god general Apez raised his hand and waved his remaining blade to kill Luo Yang. He just took one step ahead of him, dozens of star-dead missiles flew over.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The roar wrapped Apez in, and then more missiles flocked to him, as well as the poisonous light bomb produced by Tiantong City, which used the saliva of the pounding rabbit, which was definitely poisonous enough.

"Moo!!!"

Kun Ling's pupils continued to shrink, adjusting his eye focal length to lock the bastard who dared to offend his master.

The Emperor Cultivator raised his hand and threw up a ball of divine blood. He took out a blood-colored stick that was three meters long like a magic trick. The thick stick carved hundreds of blood beasts, and was stained with divine blood and immediately showed a mountain-like beast shadow.

Bai Xiubei and Hei Capricorn were also ready for their hard work, but Apez obviously underestimated his injuries. Just resisting the Star-Departure missile made him miserable. The most proud magic weapon, the Full Moon Scimitar, wailed.

"Damn it, the level of Thunder God's Hammer is too high. Even if it is broken, it is not the remnant soldier that can face the full moon scimitar head-on. Luo Yang is right in front of me. Could it be that I will retreat like this?" Apez was so angry! When he glanced at Zhu Jue's body, air conditioning was on his back.

Fortunately, he woke up in advance. If it were a little late, maybe he would be the one who stabbed the sword to death.

"Boy, wait for me, and I will soon regroup and catch you in the temple for ten thousand years to whip." Apez resisted the urge to vomit blood, and the battle boots under his feet lit up layers of light, spreading out a hateful missile attack, causing space fluctuations to prepare to leave.

Just as Apez was about to teleport away, half a figure flew over and shouted: "Master God, please take me away."

Why is it half a figure? Because this person was so miserable, half of his body disappeared. Blood was thrown in the sky and moved forward, blending into the teleportation glow, and leaving this place with Apez, which was embarrassed and thrown into grandma's house.

"It's that powerful guy from the Yuntian clan." Luo Yang still didn't know what the other party was named, but it was very powerful anyway. It was a pity and a disaster that was not able to take the opportunity to kill such existence.

After the two great enemies left, they became much easier.

There are also several saints who were lucky enough to not die. In the past, they all settled the accounts with one sword. As for persuading surrender or branding slave seals, Luo Yang's level cannot be done at all, so for safety reasons, you must not be greedy.

But there is very little spoilage in the battle, except for holy blood and holy bones, which shows how tragic this battle is. As for packing the altar and taking it away, it is just collecting building materials. Xingtan stone is too far behind Tiangong.

However, on the way back, when passing the battlefield shrouded in black ice, a black talisman actually dropped from the Emisia Palace.

"Black God Talisman?" Luo Yang was very surprised because he never knew that there were black God Talismans in the world. This God Talisman was like a heretic among the God Talismans, giving people a feeling of being unique and doing what they do.

The black divine talisman was crazily absorbing black ice, causing thick black to gradually grow into Emisia's palace. Luo Yang touched the sealed divine talisman on the back of his hand and thought to himself: "Strange, Titan Thunder God, Black Black Ice, and Emisia's Six Talisman Gods, there must be a connection between them. There must be a lot of secrets involved, and maybe I can figure it out soon."

Absorbing black ice is just an episode, and the next one is the highlight, because when Kun Ling left the dimensional space of the temple, he saw a large group of emperors, and the levels of these emperors were not high, Luo Yang could no longer suppress his fighting spirit by holding the Taichong Sword.
Chapter completed!