Reincarnation of Terror: a Hundred Times Reward

The sword spirit didn't pay attention to the tiny creature standing in front of him, but expressed his joy of being born, the sound spread, the rocks rolled down, and the vegetation broke.

"You...are the sword spirit of the Fenji Sword."

Lin 25chuan asked lightly, and the sword spirit discovered that there was actually a human standing in front of him.

"Huh? Three thousand years of cultivation? Just right, I also need some monks to make up for it."

After all, the phantom didn't pay attention to Lin Chuan any more, and just patted it down with a single palm.

boom!

Before it fell, a huge palm mark was printed on the mountain.

The sword spirit of the world's most fierce sword is so terrifying!

However, Lin Chuan is not easy to provoke. He has never seen such a big scene. How could he be afraid of a sword spirit who just broke through the seal.

With one move with one hand, a radiant long sword fell into his hand.

The Seven Star Longyuan Sword became more and more spiritual after Lin Chuan opened up his spiritual wisdom.

Facing the sword spirit of the Fenji Sword now, not only did he not show any fear, but instead trembled with excitement.

"I... this... I want... to eat..."

The intermittent voice reached Lin Chuan's mind.

As a sword spirit, it is extremely difficult to cultivate, either relying on the spiritual energy of the master day and night, or relying on oneself to slowly absorb the spiritual energy.

Devouring the same kind is of great help to them, but the sword spirit is not something that can be found all over the street.

Sword spirits, like weapon spirits, are spirit creatures that can only be produced after reaching a certain level.

The Fenji sword and sword spirit in front of him is undoubtedly produced by the top-level fierce sword.

Lin Chuan's eyes turned sideways, and a sword energy burst out of his body, and slashed towards the center of the falling giant palm in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft!"

The sound was not like flesh and blood, but like the sound of cloth being torn.

Looking at his broken palm, Fenjijian's sword spirit couldn't help but grow a bit more angry.

"Good! You pissed me off!"

"Hehehe! Prepare to bear my boundless anger!"

Opening his mouth wide, a fiery flame enveloped the sky and covered the earth.

The valley of Wumeng Lingu instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames. This scene was exactly the same as the scene when Lin Chuan crossed.

But at this very moment, the real Ziyin was still imprisoned in place by Lin Chuan's magic circle.

"Has the Fen Ji Sword broken through the seal?"

Looking at the vision in the sky in the distance, Master Ziyin couldn't help frowning.

After all, he is considered the number one powerhouse of the human race, and he was imprisoned by a few magic circles, which is simply intolerable.

But no matter how he struggled, the Hunyuan Wuji defense array was like a mountain, pressing on him, making him unable to move at all.

But when the flame of the Fenji Sword burned, all the suppression of the magic circle on Ziyin's body was completely eliminated.

"Hurry up!"

Master Ziyin glanced at the vision in the sky, and secretly made up his mind.

This sword absolutely cannot be completely born, otherwise the human world may encounter a catastrophe!

After more than a dozen breaths, Master Ziyin came to the front of the canyon with his sword.

However, the scene in front of him refreshed his cognition once again.

The Fen Ji Sword is not an ordinary fierce sword, and only Nu Wa was able to seal it here.

Even he came to Wumeng Linggu with the awareness of sacrificing his life, but the man in front of him...

In the flames that filled the sky, Lin Chuan was completely unharmed, and the thin water curtain around him isolated all the flames.

"Five elements magic! Water magic!"

Lin Chuan groaned, and the water curtain spread rapidly towards the surroundings, instantly extinguishing the flames spreading on the mountains.

"Five Elements Divine Art! Wood Divine Art!"

Another warm green aura descended, and grass and trees began to grow crazily on the dilapidated hillside.

In less than a stick of incense, the destroyed Wumeng Linggu took on a new look.

When seeing this scene, Master Ziyin couldn't help being shocked.

What kind of method is this? With a wave of hands, a whole mountain of flowers and trees will be born. This is simply a miracle!

And from the looks of it, the man seemed to be confronting the sword spirit.

Did I really blame him wrongly?

Master Ziyin, who regained his composure, began to think about what happened just now.

It looked like the man was using a sword, but the wounds of the villagers who died in 427 were knife wounds.

"Sky Eye! Open!"

Seeing real Ziyin dancing his hands, streams of aura gathered, and all of them converged on his eyes.

With two fingers swiping in front of his eyes, everything in the entire Wumengling Valley came into his eyes.

In the direction that Lin Chuan came from, a group of men in black were lying on the ground, each beheaded, the scene was extremely miserable.

Seeing this, Master Ziyin already understood the truth of the matter, it was definitely his fault, he couldn't help framing a good man, and also delayed the time to make Fenjijian reborn.

If he could not stop that person, the Fenji Sword might not be able to break through the seal...

After thinking about it, Master Ziyin felt awkward.

If this matter is not handled well, it will also affect his Taoism.

Immediately, Ziyin sacrificed his red jade sword.

"Kong Ming Sword!"