Great Sword Master

In the void at the thirteenth level of the Heavenly Road, there are a total of twelve demonic dark fortresses.

The Seventh Dark Fortress.

The darkness was covered by the gray aura, spreading rapidly at an alarming speed. Wherever it passed, the darkness faded one after another, and seemed to have lost its vitality. A group of demons with high cultivation level and powerful strength were also spread by the gray aura. Under the influence, the dark light on his body dissipated, and his tyrannical body trembled and whined and quickly became shriveled up.

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Wisps of vigorous vitality were forcibly extracted from the bodies of each demon in the holy realm.

One after another floats like ribbons, heading towards the center, converging into the gray light-filled figure in the center like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, blending into its body, and the aura of the figure in the gray light becomes more and more condensed. , more powerful, more cold, more dead.

Wails came one after another, and the demons violently fought back, but they were unable to do anything.

When all the powerful offensives approached, they were melted by the spread of gray aura, just like the vegetation turning from prosperity to decline, and towards withering.

Not long after, thousands of demons in the Seventh Dark Fortress were all wiped out.

I saw shriveled corpses lying across the fortress.

"Not enough..."

A cold and erratic voice sounded from the gray light. Immediately, the gray light swept through the void and turned into a gray rainbow that quickly escaped. The speed seemed to exceed the level of the Little Saint Realm.

…

The sword's light was green, splitting the darkness and sweeping through the void, arriving quickly at an astonishing speed.

"This breath..."

Chen Feng keenly sensed that the aura filling the void was not darkness, but dead silence, a kind of dead silence of death. This was clearly completely different from the aura of dark power controlled by the demons. Chen Feng frowned slightly, feeling a little confused.

Approach, arrive.

The seventh dark fortress was not like the previous dark fortress. Demons immediately appeared in formation to attack and surround him. On the contrary, there was no movement, extremely quiet, no sound, mixed with the aura of death, and he couldn't help but feel It makes people feel heart palpitated.

Chen Feng was not afraid at all.

Without him, a skilled person is bold.

Even if there is any danger, I firmly believe that I can resist it.

Stepping into the dark fortress, Chen Feng's eyes suddenly shrank, and he saw shriveled corpses lying across the fortress, all filled with a strong aura of death.

Chen Feng approached a shriveled demon corpse and stared at it.

With the innate perception of the Three Lives Soul, Chen Feng grasped all the conditions of the corpse with extremely clear clarity.

It was obvious that these demonic mummies had died not long ago, and had their vitality directly extracted from them by humans or non-human beings. In fact, the process of extracting vitality was not beautiful. They were the kind of people who were forcibly extracted from their vitality, struggling and wailing to death.

"The power of death..."

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and he immediately thought of the Temple of Death.

So far, there are two types of existences that I have encountered that control the power of death. One is the undead in the ancient battlefield, and the other is the people in the Temple of Death.

Within the Heavenly Road, I have never seen the undead from the ancient battlefield, but I have seen people from the Temple of Death.

Before, he had used the Emperor's Star Chaos Tower to suppress a Holy Son of the Death Temple, but he escaped in the end, and there was no news about him since then. At that time, he had not mastered the mysterious method of Wanli Soul Locking Element, so, No way to pursue.

So, is this person coming out to cause trouble again?

For the demons, this is indeed a good thing, but it is also a bad thing. On the one hand, it means that the people of the Death Temple are resurrected, and on the other hand, it means that their plan to harvest leeks is affected.

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng immediately ingested a wisp of death breath from the demon corpse and used the secret technique of locking souls within ten thousand miles.

The sword finger touched the center of the eyebrow lightly, and the three living souls immediately moved together. Under the shock of the soul's power, the brilliance burst out, extremely bright, and instantly illuminated the entire sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Chen Feng's consciousness was also inspired in an instant, transcending limits, breaking barriers and shackles, as if he had traveled through time and space.

In an instant, Chen Feng sensed that in the dark void, a figure covered in gray light was flying forward at an alarming speed. Immediately, the gray light paused, and the figure inside frowned, and his pupils shrank in an instant, and he couldn't help but turn around. He stared behind him, but all he saw was endless darkness and void.

However, the feeling of being locked and peeping still exists.

"It seems that someone has used a secret method to spy on this Holy Son..." An erratic and cold voice suddenly sounded, and a cold and stern smile appeared on the corner of the pale face. A pair of gray eyes. The gray light flickered, like the ripples of death washing away: "Then come and dedicate your life to this Holy Son."

The secret technique of Wanli Soul Locking allowed Chen Feng to clearly lock onto the opponent and even hear the opponent's voice.

"It's not that person..."

Chen Feng withdrew the secret technique, and said secretly with focused eyes, the voice of the Holy Son of Death Temple in the death sarcophagus was obviously different from that of the current one, and Chen Feng could still tell this.

But this person also calls himself ‘the Holy Son’.

It shows that he is another holy son of the Temple of Death.

"You want to swallow my whole life..." A faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, but his eyes became sharper: "Then let's see if you swallow my whole life, or if your magical body is swallowed by me and becomes mine. strength."

After the words fell, Chen Feng rose up again, and the sword light trembled and cut through the void, and flew quickly towards the direction of the Son of Death.

...

The fifth dark fortress.

Nearly a thousand demons lined up, and the battle formation was running, like a big millstone in the void, wiping out everything.

However, when all the terrible forces approached the figure covered by the gray light, they were quickly melted away, as if they were declining from prosperity to death.

"All things in the world, the sun, the moon, and the stars, will eventually return to death!"

The Son of Worship of the Moon said in a concentrated voice, as if he was praising and singing, the dark power of the demons could not do anything to him.

Of course, it was also because his cultivation reached the limit of the limit of the small saint realm, and he was only a step away from the middle saint realm. Otherwise, if his own cultivation strength was insufficient, no matter how mysterious the power of death was, he could not do anything to the strangulation and wiping of the battle formation.

The confrontation between darkness and death, bursts of roars continued to sound, shaking the void.

It must be said that the power of death is extremely terrifying, but the power of the demon clan's battle formation is not weak.

However, under the confrontation, the dark power gradually melted into death, and the Moon Worshiper of the Temple of Death gradually gained the upper hand.

I saw the Moon Worshiper burst out all his own death power, and the gray light rolled, and the waves surged like a raging tide. A ten-foot-tall phantom suddenly appeared. The phantom was covered with a black robe and held a long giant sickle, as if the messenger of death who harvested all life descended into the void.

Immediately, I saw the ten-foot-tall black-robed death-like phantom waving the giant sickle in his hand.

The sickle was pitch black, but there was a condensed gray light flashing on the sharp blade, cutting through the void and the darkness, and immediately cut through several demons. The moment the sickle cut through the bodies of those demons, the strong vitality of the demons was also forcibly plundered and swallowed up in an instant, turning into a dry corpse.

Cut, cut, cut!

Kill, kill, kill!

Soon, nearly a thousand demons were killed, and their vitality was plundered and swallowed, and then, like a torrent, it poured into the body of the Moon Worshipping Saint.

The Moon Worshipping Saint opened his arms, as if to embrace death.

On his pale and feminine face, his eyes were closed, full of intoxication.

It was only because the vitality of the force was like a rushing river, constantly pouring into his body, like a dry sponge constantly swallowing sea water, gradually becoming full.

This is not an improvement, but a recovery.

When they were sealed and sleeping, each of them had an extraordinary cultivation, but after a long time, their cultivation was gradually regressing, almost regressing to the bottom level of the Saint Realm, that is, the entry level of the Void Saint Realm. After being unsealed and awakened, they could only recover quickly by swallowing a large amount of vitality.

Otherwise, it would be undoubtedly difficult to recover by practicing on their own, and it would take a long time.

Nearly a thousand demons' vitality poured into his body, and his aura became stronger and stronger. Soon, he broke through the limit as if it was a natural process, and instantly jumped from the limit of the small saint realm to the entry level of the middle saint realm.

The aura of the will of death became more and more powerful.

Not long after, when the aura of the Moon Worship Saint stabilized, his cultivation was also stabilized at the entry level of the middle saint realm.

Strong!

Very strong, much stronger than ordinary middle saint realm.

After all, as the son of the Holy Church of Death, he was selected to be sealed and sleep. His talent was extraordinary. The magic he mastered was not an ordinary supreme level, but a more advanced supreme level, which was no less than the current Chen Changkong and others.

After devouring all the vitality of the demons, his cultivation was further restored, but the Moon Worship Saint was not in a hurry to leave.

Wait!

It seemed to be waiting for something.

About half an hour later, a deep and boundless sword light swept through the void at an astonishing speed, piercing through the darkness, and approached quickly, and an extremely powerful sword force pushed and pressed forward.

"Finally here, it's worth it for this Saint Son to stay here to wait for you."

A vague and cold voice with a bit of cold and cruel smile came from the mouth of the pale and feminine face of the Saint of the Moon Worship, like a wisp of cold wind sweeping through the void, with a faint smell of death.

Chen Feng's eyes condensed, and a sharp sword light burst out.

No words, no need for any words.

Facing the enemies of the Temple of Death, draw the sword and kill them, no need to talk nonsense with them.

The sound of the sword was loud and clear, instantly penetrating the dark void and entering the ears of the Saint of the Moon Worship, and then a highly condensed sword light pierced through the dark void and killed them in an instant.

"Sword Cultivator!"

The eyes of the Moon Worshipping Saint narrowed, and he was secretly surprised at the condensation and strength of the sword power, but he did not dodge at all. Instead, he raised one arm and pressed into the air. Immediately, a palm print filled with gray light whistled out, and the breath of death was extremely strong. The darkness in the void was completely melted into nothingness.

Immediately, the blue sword light that Chen Feng had stabbed through the air was also constantly melted after approaching the gray light palm print.

In just less than a breath of time, the sword light that was enough to kill the limit of an ordinary small saint was completely melted, as if it had entered the deadly silence.

"Death is the destination of everything, sword cultivator, return to the arms of death."

The cold and erratic voice of the Moon Worshipping Saint sounded, and in an instant, his cultivation completely exploded.