Chapter 167 Concentrating Sword of Spiritual Consciousness

?Ye Tian also had to admit that Wu Ya's old-fashioned canopy ruler is indeed a bit domineering. If his golden body hadn't been repaired with golden bones and golden veins, he would have been crippled even if he didn't die from the blow just now.

Ye Tian laughed jokingly, and said: "You can see this? You have a little sharp eyesight! Now that you know that Lao Tzu has cultivated a golden body, why don't you hurry up and die!"

"Crazy boy, let's not say that your golden body is only a small success. If you make your golden body a big success, you will have no chance of surviving under my canopy. You can bear my blow, and you can bear it!" Got the second hit, but failed the third? Watch me smash you into a pulp!"

While speaking, Wuya old man made lightning strikes with both hands, suddenly pointed his right hand in the air, pressed down violently, and shouted fiercely: "Fall! Smash!"

I saw that the canopy the size of a house flew to a height of 100 meters and crashed down. Under the impetus of the real man Wuya's mana, like a meteor falling to the ground, a trace was drawn in the void, carrying a mighty force, against the sky. Ye Tian below smashed away.

Booming, like a mountain and a great mountain falling from the sky, the pressure made the void vibrate and tremble continuously.

"It's over, can Master Ye handle it now?"

"It's a bit overhanging! This ruler is twice as big as it was just now."

"If this falls on the villa, I'm afraid it will blow the villa into scum. 100 million, my God. It's too wasteful, and the villa can be given to me."

"And that Porsche Panamera, too bad."

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The onlookers were all worried. But Ye Tian was not afraid at all, his whole body shone with golden light, a massive amount of true energy gushed out from his dantian, roaring forward in the golden veins, the golden bones made a sound of collision like steel, draining the power of every pore in his body, All the strength was concentrated on the iron fist of the right hand, and Yaokong slammed it towards the canopy ruler.

Layers of storms were wrapped around the tip of his fist, which seemed to contain the power to penetrate all defenses in the world. He punched out, broke through the sound barrier, and made a piercing sound of sonic boom. Like a diving fighter plane, he pulled out a long white air wave.

"Break it!"

A tiger's howl came from mid-air, shaking people's eardrums to buzz.

And this is just the beginning, the next sound is deafening, booming, shaking, like a mountain in Dongshan Scenic Area suddenly collapsed, making a violent roar, and even the glass of many villas was shattered .

In the middle of the sky, the canopy ruler as big as a house was hit by Ye Tian's iron fist, and it was instantly shattered into powder, disappearing like a fleeting shadow.

this……?

The audience was shocked again!

"No...!" Daoist Wu Ya let out a miserable scream, his heart was bleeding, this canopy ruler is the treasure of Panlong Temple!

"Ye Xiaoer, I'm going to kill you. Take your life!"

Without the canopy ruler, Master Wuya is still a hero. He touched it in his arms and held a copper coin sword in his hand. The sword is more than a foot long and is composed of 108 ancient copper coins connected in series. It is simple and unpretentious. It looks the same as ordinary copper coin swords, but once the mana is poured in, it seems to come alive suddenly, with brilliance flowing and dazzling. And on the sword body, the blossoming divine pattern emerged and floated out, exuding a simple, profound, and boundless atmosphere.

Like the peach wood sword used by the little real person last time, this copper coin sword of the real Wuya is also a magic weapon!

Also, with such an existence as the real Wuya, how can an ordinary copper coin sword be appreciated?

This copper coin sword is his natal magic weapon, and he accompanied him when he first entered Taoism and practiced the law. After decades of polishing, warming up, constantly drawing in the talisman formation, upgrading and transforming it, he claims that it is better than that left by the ancestors of Daoling. The canopy ruler under it is not much worse.

With the natal copper coin sword in his hand, Master Wu Ya seemed to have changed into a different person in an instant, without even the slightest bit of immortal spirit, replaced by a strong killing spirit.

Daoist Wu Ya has never been so angry. Two apprentices were killed and the canopy ruler was destroyed. He wished he could bring ten thousand people to be buried with him.

After shattering the canopy ruler with one blow, Ye Tian slowly descended from mid-air. Before he could settle down and stand still, the real Wu Ya rushed up alone. He raised the copper coin sword high, held the sword in both hands, and slashed with his sword. out.

All I saw was a fierce and fierce sword light surging out from the sword body, turning into a ten-meter-long sword light, cutting through the night sky, and shooting towards Ye Tianfei.

Kacha, a thick podocarpus tree was cut across by a sword blade, and it broke like a knife cutting tofu!

The power of a sword is so overbearing!

very scary!

terrible!

Both Zhao Tianlong and his martial arts disciples gasped, stunned, and worried about Ye Tian again. However, Ye Tian saved himself from danger many times, and they all had some trust in Ye Tian. At this moment, they were staring at Ye Tian anxiously, wanting to see how he would deal with it this time.

Facing the invincible sword intent of Wu Ya's copper coin sword, Ye Tian just let out a cold snort.

Just now he used thunder to break thunder and killed Luo Jiuyang, this time he will use sword to break sword!

I saw a dazzling golden electric light suddenly shot out from the center of his eyebrows, converging within three feet in front of the eyebrows, flickering like a flame, and bursting inch by inch. In the blink of an eye, the golden light condensed into a three-foot-long golden lightsaber.

Sword of Divine Consciousness, success!

"Spirit Condensation Sword? Impossible, how could you do it?" Master Wu Ya's pupils shrank suddenly, his face paled in shock.

Spiritual condensate, what a powerful spiritual power that must be, the world's top spiritual masters may not be able to do it. For those who practice the law, if they want to condense their spirits and condense their swords, spears, swords and halberds, they must go to the level of the gods. And what kind of existence is there in the divine realm? There are not many people in the world.

Ye Tian's performance was stronger than real Wuya's expected time and time again. First, he was mentally transmitting voices, stepping in the air, and then his palms were filled with lightning and fire, forming a thunder and fireball. Then he punched the canopy and the ruler, and now he was mentally condensing the sword. And I don't know what will happen next.

God, any one of these abilities is enough to cause a sensation in the world of magic arts or martial arts, but this kid can easily use it, it is unbelievable.

Daoist Wuya's eyes were almost blinded, and a sense of timidity was born in his heart. However, Ye Tian and his hatred were irreconcilable, so he had to fight even if he had to bite the bullet.

"You know all of this?" Ye Tian jokingly said with a look of surprise.

In fact, generally speaking, even in the world of cultivating immortals, if you want to condense things with spiritual consciousness and condense them into swords, guns, swords and halberds, you need to open the deep-level secret sea of ​​consciousness. Otherwise, the strength of mental power cannot be achieved.

Now Ye Tian has only opened the fifth level of the sea of ​​consciousness secret realm. The reason why he can condense the sword with his spiritual consciousness is because he has practiced the best magic formula, "Chaos God Refining Formula", which can make him More extreme condensed consciousness.

This is the mystery of the superior alchemy formula!

The sword of divine consciousness that Ye Tian condenses with the spiritual power of the fifth level of the sea of ​​consciousness is comparable to the sword of spiritual consciousness condensed by ordinary monks with the spiritual power of the seventh or even eighth level of the sea of ​​consciousness.