Chapter 1457 1458 The Old God Stick Is Also Amazing

At this time, under the light of the faint golden light, the dozen or so sword spirits and puppets were fused together with their swords and swords.

This is obviously not a joint attack technique, but the mysterious power contained in the faint golden light itself.

Before she could think about it, Mu Hanyan clenched the Hanxiao sword again. If it was the Sword Saint of the Imperial Beast in its prime, Xia Youchen might still be able to block the sword, but with his injuries at this time, he has no power to resist at all. After all, Xiao Qiongqi was resurrected and reborn in just over two years. Even if he awakened his innate abilities, he would not be able to get the slightest advantage.

But this time, before she could make a move, Ye Lanfeng had already flown forward, and the Sword of Thousand Breaks was cut out.

Amidst the loud "Boom", a cloud of air wrapped in dust rose into the sky, and the entire earth shook violently.

The dust gradually dissipated, and Ye Lanfeng's tall and straight figure stood there unharmed.

Such a result is not surprising, but what is surprising is that the dozen or so Sword Spirit Puppets on the opposite side have not retreated.

Although a trace of blood slowly oozes out from the corners of their mouths, such an injury obviously cannot kill them, nor will it affect their combat power.

Ye Lanfeng frowned slightly as he looked at the Sword of Thousand Pounders in his hand.

The hearts of Mu Hanyan and the others also sank slightly. They have already seen the power of Ye Lanfeng's thousand-breaking formation more than once. Even the ghostly beast's moon-devouring prison was easily resolved by his breaking sword. didn't do anything.

The faint golden brilliance still shone on them, and the long swords in their hands still released a majestic aura.

"Those who trespass the forbidden area, kill Wushe!" Next to the altar, the mechanical voice came again.

More than a dozen black-robed swordsmen withdrew from the team, came to the side of the previous sword spirits, and raised their long swords. The wounds on their wrists were still there, but there was no blood gushing out.

And their eyes became as empty as those sword spirit puppets.

Mu Hanyan felt a chill in his heart. It turned out that after sacrificing all the blood, they also turned into sword spirit puppets.

Looking at the altar subconsciously, I saw that everyone cut their wrists at the same time, and they used their energy to force the blood into the blood pool. Looking at the posture, they would never stop until the last drop of blood was shed, but their chants sounded. But it is getting louder and more crazy.

However, their bodies were trembling violently, and the black clothes were soaked with sweat, and the mists of water evaporated. Obviously, these people are suffering great pain, and even some people can't bear the pain and twisted to the ground, but even so, they still did not stop singing.

In the blood pool, the bright red blood surging like boiling, condensed quickly, and turned into a blood bead the size of a pigeon egg, with golden halos floating on it.

Suddenly, golden rays of light radiated from the blood beads and shone on the gate of the palace, forming a complex and complicated pattern of runes.

The entire palace shook violently.

"No, it's the prehistoric contract!" Ye Lanfeng suddenly exclaimed as he looked at the golden runes on the gate of the palace.

As soon as the words fell, Ye Lanfeng attacked the sword spirit puppets again.

Mu Hanyan and the others were startled and attacked.

Although Ye Lanfeng didn't have time to explain too much, Mu Hanyan and the others still felt a strong sense of unease. If you guessed correctly, there must be some extremely terrifying ancient beasts or divine weapons hidden in this palace.

Although I don't know the origin of these men in black and what conspiracy they have, but just seeing how evil they are, I also know that it is definitely not a good thing for them to succeed.

"Boom" was another loud noise.

This time, Ye Lanfeng did his best, and several weaker Sword Spirits were smashed to pieces by his sword, but immediately, several more Sword Spirits took their place.

One after another golden beams of light were projected from the palace and shone on them. It was like a golden sword, which wounded their bodies into a thousand holes. The strange thing was that they did not die because of it. Instead, a tyrannical force poured into their bodies directly with the golden beam of light. .

Their whole bodies trembled violently. Even if they had become Sword Spirit Puppets, they could not feel pain or fear, but their instincts were still there. Because of the extreme pain, their eyes were instinctively bloodshot, and their mouths let out ho-ho muffled roars, like wounded beasts.

However, the aura of their bodies is constantly improving, and the power of the sword beams they cut together is also a bit stronger.

Next to them, Mu Hanyan and Huayue also played swordsmanship at the same time, relying on the five magic weapons to increase their strength to the extreme, but even Ye Lanfeng couldn't easily kill these sword spirit puppets, how could they do it?

For a while, the sky was full of sword energy, and Mu Hanyan and the others fell into a hard fight.

The chants still echoed in the valleys, and the vibration of the palace became more and more violent, and boulders rolled down from the stone cliffs. In the blood pool, the blood bead exuding golden light patterns swirled up, releasing a dazzling golden glow.

On the gate of the palace, the golden runes of the prehistoric contract became even more dazzling, and the endless power of heaven and earth surged from all directions.

Looking at this, the prehistoric contract should be completed, right?

"Mother..." Ye Yanran let out a heartbroken cry and fell to the ground powerlessly.

On the altar, her mother passed away quickly. If nothing else, the moment when the prehistoric contract was completed, was the moment when she ran out of fuel.

Mu Hanyan was so anxious that Han Xiaojian recklessly slashed towards the sword spirit puppets standing in front of her. However, even Ye Lanfeng was unable to defeat these sword spirit puppets for a while, so how could she break through them? line of defense.

"This is called the Prehistoric Contract. It turns out that this is really the art of the contract." At this moment, when Qu Shanling was talking to himself, he looked like a sleepwalker when he saw that the gods were talking.

Of course, at this time, no one cares whether he is sleepwalking or not, as long as he doesn't rush over to block it.

Qu Shanling paced back and forth like sleepwalking, as if he was thinking hard about something and remembering something. Suddenly, Qu Shanling stopped in his footsteps and made a series of hand-to-hand determinations in his hands.

"The divine power of the seal of the sky, the technique of divine forbidden!" With Qu Shanling's soft drink, a handprint came out of his hand and was printed on the contract rune at the palace gate.

There was a sudden silence all around, as if the whole world had fallen into a strange silence.