Kryptonian fate deduction, invincibility starts from killing monsters

“Finally... someone has come?”

Within the deep voice, a domineering and unparalleled aura emanated from him, shaking Shen Lin and the others back several steps.

At this moment, Shen Lin and the others felt countless flashes of blades appear in their eyes, and the surrounding laws seemed to tremble in fear.

Feeling this astonishing aura, Liao Cheng was immediately shocked and said, “The Tyrant Blade???”

“Isn't he already supposed to have passed away???”

The few of them subconsciously wanted to turn around and run.

But as soon as they turned around, they realized that the road they had come from was now covered with countless blade energies.

The sharp blade aura emanating from it was even more powerful than the previous formation.

Li Daoyuan looked at this scene with a grim expression, feeling that as long as he stepped into it, he would definitely be torn to pieces in an instant and die on the spot.

You must know that with the previous formation, they still had some certainty of being able to hold on for a while.

But now, facing these blade energies, they couldn't even withstand a single breath.

At this time, Shen Lin, who had been very calm, said softly, “Don't be afraid! This is just a projection.”

Hearing his words, Liao Cheng and the others finally reacted and observed carefully.

They discovered that the figure who seemed to be the Tyrant Blade was just standing there, not rushing to attack them.

His eyes were hollow and lifeless, looking like a puppet.

“This...”

Just as Liao Cheng was puzzled, the surrounding blade energies in this open space resonated, and a low voice came out.

“Outsiders! Since you have come here, you must be here for my life's savings.”

“These small fortunes can all be given to you.”

“As long as you can pass the test!”

“This is my projection, and it will adjust its cultivation level according to the strength of its opponent.”

“Defeat it! And all of this will be yours!!!”

As the voice fell, the wall behind the Tyrant Blade's projection began to tremble violently, splitting open to both sides.

Revealing the objects placed within.

Three unique jade tokens, two spiritual herbs, five bottles of pills, and two Dao artifacts that emitted Dao law fluctuations.

“That is… hiss!!!”

After seeing the jade tokens clearly, Li Daoyuan immediately gasped, a look of surprise appearing on his face as he said, “The Wanbao Pavilion's unregistered Spirit Ingot Tokens!”

“Each one can withdraw one hundred million Spirit Ingot Beads from the Wanbao Pavilion!!!”

Hearing this, Liao Cheng and the others immediately widened their eyes in disbelief and said, “One hundred million???”

There are three of them placed here, that's three hundred million!!!

They had never seen so many Spirit Ingot Beads in their lives.

Moreover, besides these three jade tokens, the other items were not ordinary objects either.

The Dao law fluctuations emitted by those two Dao artifacts were even stronger than the one in Li Daoyuan's hand.

They were at least seventh-grade or higher Dao artifacts!

Because the pills were sealed in jade bottles, it was impossible to tell what type they were.

However, the pills that could be collected by the Tyrant Blade at the peak of the Saint Realm must be of extraordinary quality.

As for those two spiritual herbs…

Even with Li Daoyuan's knowledge, he couldn't recognize them.

However, Huai Ling, who was also a plant, looked at those two herbs with a very excited expression at this moment.

But he couldn't say what they were either, he only knew that these two spiritual herbs had the most abundant life energy he had ever seen.

Shen Lin recognized one of them.

“Nine-Colored Cloud Flower…”

He muttered with a complex expression, and said softly, “This thing was auctioned off for eight hundred million Spirit Ingot Beads at the Wanbao Pavilion's auction before!”

Hearing this, Liao Cheng and the others were immediately stunned.

Eight hundred million??

Then the other one was probably not much different.

The things here were worth at least several billion Spirit Ingot Beads!

Liao Cheng and the others were very excited, feeling that if they could get these things this time, they wouldn't have to worry about cultivation resources for the next tens of thousands of years.

Only Shen Lin had a hint of doubt on his face.

These things were good, but…

They didn't match the wealth of a peak Saint Realm cultivator.

At the very least, what about the cultivation techniques and martial arts?

Since the Tyrant Blade was able to kill Venerable Realm cultivators in the Saint Realm, the cultivation techniques and martial arts he cultivated must be of the Venerable Realm.

A Venerable Realm cultivation technique and martial art was worth at least ten billion Spirit Ingot Beads.

More valuable than all of these things in front of them combined!

Just as he was thinking, Liao Cheng took a deep breath and said, “Everyone, the treasure is right in front of us, if we act together, we will definitely be able to…”

Before he could finish his words, the Tyrant Blade's phantom seemed to sense their fighting spirit, and its aura suddenly soared.

Instantly, a Saint Realm pressure pressed over.

“Saint Realm???”

Li Daoyuan cried out strangely, subconsciously taking several steps back.

Wasn't it said that it would adjust its cultivation level according to the strength of its opponent?

How could they, a few Fusion Realm cultivators, suddenly have the opponent burst out with Saint Realm pressure?

This startled the few of them.

It must be said that he deserved to be the number one person under the Venerable Realm back then?

Even after being dead for so long, just leaving behind a projection could actually display the strength of the Saint Realm.

But in this way, they had no chance at all.

At this time, Shen Lin suddenly said, “Don't go up together, try one by one!”

Hearing his words, Liao Cheng's eyes moved, and he said softly, “You all retreat first!”

The few of them retreated a few steps, leaving him alone in place.

Then, the Tyrant Blade's phantom, which had been emitting Saint Realm pressure, suddenly dropped in strength and remained in the Fusion Realm.

“As expected!”

Shen Lin nodded, confirming his guess.

The Tyrant Blade left this projection in order to select an heir.

Then, the means of ganging up was naturally not what he liked.

Among the five of them, except for Shen Lin, all were in the Fusion Realm, and after sensing this, the projection simply set its cultivation level at the Saint Realm.

At this moment, when only Liao Cheng stepped forward, the Tyrant Blade's projection adjusted its cultivation level to the same level as Liao Cheng.

Liao Cheng also understood this at this time, took a deep breath and said, “Then let me try first. Unless I am in deep crisis, don't take action!”

He carried the Substitute Grass Puppet that Shen Lin hadn't used before, and was most suitable for testing the strength of this projection first.

His Dao companion said with some worry, “Brother Cheng, be careful!”

Liao Cheng returned a smile and said, “Don't worry!”

But at the moment he turned his head, the Tyrant Blade's phantom had already begun to move.

It instantly crossed the distance between them, and the stone blade in its hand suddenly slashed out.

Seeing this, Li Daoyuan and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they quickly reminded him, “Be careful!!!”

Liao Cheng felt the sharp stinging sensation coming from behind him, as well as the changes in the surrounding Dao laws, and instantly reacted.

Without even turning around, he directly struck out a palm towards his back.

“Wind Movement!!!”

The palm wind was sharp, stirring up a gust of wind, whistling to meet the slashing stone blade.

But the next moment, the blade stance in the Tyrant Blade's projection's hand changed, and the long blade was held horizontally.

Whoosh~

A more violent storm rolled up, instantly dispersing Liao Cheng's palm wind, and the blade heavily struck Liao Cheng's back.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Liao Cheng's body flew out, rolling several times on the ground.

“Brother Cheng!!!”

Liao Cheng's Dao companion instantly flew out, directly opening her arms and standing between him and the Tyrant Blade's projection.

Seeming to want to use her flesh to block the fatal attack for him.

Fortunately, the Tyrant Blade's phantom did not continue to attack, but instead carried the long blade on its shoulder, and said in a cold and stiff voice:

“Insufficient vigilance, superficial spiritual power, impure application of Dao laws!”

As if giving its own rating.

“Cough cough cough, don't worry, I'm fine!”

Liao Cheng got up, with blood on the corner of his mouth, his face pale.

But fortunately, his aura was still stable.

He was helped back, and smiled awkwardly at Shen Lin and the others, “I made a fool of myself!”

He didn't expect that the first to fight would be seriously injured by the Tyrant Blade's phantom with one blow.

Although he was not able to test out too much information, he still gained something.

“At the last moment, I could feel that this projection was reducing its strength. It seems that its purpose is not to kill us, which is good news.”

Li Daoyuan also felt the change in the scene just now, so he nodded and said, “Understood, I'll go next.”

Liao Cheng nodded and said, “Be careful!”

Among this group of people, Huai Ling was naturally the strongest in terms of cultivation.

However, Huai Ling's personality was simple after all, and his combat experience was not considered rich.

On the contrary, Li Daoyuan was the most powerful because of his many methods.

Liao Cheng still had some confidence in him.

Li Daoyuan took a deep breath, raised his hand, took out the long sword he had used before, and walked forward.

As he walked, a long sword Dharma Idol appeared behind him.

Among the Immortal Race, there were many people who chose to comprehend the Great Dao of Swordsmanship.

Because in the way of swordsmanship alone, the Immortal Race had produced many Venerable Realm experts, possessing many swordsmanship martial arts, and cultivating them had the guidance of predecessors' experience, making it easier.

Just now, Liao Cheng was seriously injured before he could even use the power of Dao laws. Li Daoyuan saw this in his eyes, so he immediately displayed the Dharma Idol, and illusory sword shadows permeated his body, directly displaying the power of Dao laws.

“Drizzle Sword!”

Seeing the Tyrant Blade's phantom put down the long blade from its shoulder, Li Daoyuan struck first, stabbing forward with his sword.

The Dharma Idol behind him suddenly let out a crisp sword cry, and the surrounding Sword Dao laws also turned into dense sword beams, pouring towards the front like a rain curtain.

In response, the Tyrant Blade's phantom's response was very simple.

He swung the long saber in his hand in a circle before slashing down fiercely.

"Mountain Split!"

In an instant, a massive saber aura descended from the sky, pressing down ruthlessly.

Countless saber laws converged, shattering all of Li Daoyuan's scattered sword laws.

The saber aura's momentum did not diminish as it fell straight down.

Li Daoyuan subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand to block.

The saber aura easily shattered the long sword in his hand, sending him flying.

"Crude swordsmanship, chaotic use of the power of laws!"

Along with the Tyrant Saber phantom's commentary, Li Daoyuan's倒 flying body crashed to the ground.

"Ahhh!!!"

Before Liao Cheng and the others could react, Huai Ling roared and charged towards the Tyrant Saber phantom.

A powerful aura erupted from his body. The power of life among the surrounding laws gathered on him, causing his body to expand continuously, as if about to burst through the entire valley.

But the next moment, a saber aura flashed.

Huai Ling's body rapidly deflated like a punctured balloon.

"Reckless and crude, unskilled in the use of spiritual power, insufficient application of the power of laws!"

Hearing the Tyrant Saber's cold commentary, Liao Cheng and the others' expressions became extremely unsightly.

None of them were a match for a single saber strike from the opponent.