Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 975
After all, the Ghost Sword Saint is a strong man in the holy realm. Although Lu Feng's words made him angry, he did not lose his mind.

On the contrary, at this moment, he was extremely calm, looking for a chance to escape.

He understood that under the cooperation of the three saints, it was undoubtedly an act of courting death.

"I haven't seen such a big storm, it's really naive of you to want me to die."

A sharp sound wave came out from the mouth of Ghost Sword Saint, and a long sword with fluctuating ghost energy pierced the sky. With the holy power, it seemed that he had come to the ghost domain, and countless ghosts attacked.

"Get rid of him directly, lest things change later."

Xuan Qing's complexion moved slightly, Da Xuan Jin was like a long whip piercing the sky, and with his hands together, he exploded the void, turning it into the force of heaven and earth to squeeze it.

"All ghosts howl!"

The ghost sword sage sneered, his robe fluttered, and the dark gray ghost energy turned into a spiral sword wave, piercing through Daxuan Jin.

"Myriad ghost swordsmanship!"

The sword in his hand trembled at high speed, and a sharp whistling sound turned into a cold sword wind, directly stabbing at the weakest Xuan Qing, trying to break through from him.

A long spear appeared, and the cyan holy light darted, and then heard the sound of the weapon clanging, and sparks burst out into the sky, shaking Xuan Qing's figure backwards.

"The sky attracts the moon!"

At this moment, Luo Chen's sword drew a starlight, which fell like a meteor.

"Thousand ghosts howling!"

It was dark.

The sun and the moon are dull.

Accompanied by a shout from the Ghost Sword Saint, countless ear-piercing sound waves resounded from the gray sword, and immediately saw thousands of fierce ghosts refined by Dao Primordial Spirit roaring in unison.

These ghosts have pained faces.

People from Daxuanzong and Jianmingtang were mixed among these fierce ghosts, which made Xuanqing and Luo Chen's faces turn pale in an instant.

But the ghost sword sage let out a charming laugh, and pushed the gray sword to the extreme, a terrifying soul sound wave spread, disturbing the souls of Xuanqing and the three of them, and they suddenly appeared in a trance.

"He's going to run!"

Luo Chen, who had a deep cultivation base, was the first to react, and shouted when he saw the Ghost Sword Saint who was pulling back.

"He can't run."

The Yin Jue was formed like lightning, and three beautiful divine palaces emerged above Lu Feng's head. The crystal-like spiritual power turned into crystal flames, and immediately swept towards the thousands of ghosts.

"boom!"

Domineering mental power, with incomparably domineering power.

Those fierce ghosts were transformed by the primordial spirit, and turned into gray smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When these ghosts dissipated, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Come on!"

The Xuanqing spear was pointed out, releasing astonishing power, as if it could distort one side of the world.

The soul attack formed by the ghost was broken, and the face of the ghost sword sage twitched, and he could only stab with a sword.

And his gaze coldly scanned the surroundings, and he slammed out a palm, and a ghost bridge appeared directly, communicating with the space on the other side, and he stepped on the bridge to shuttle away.

"Break that bridge!"

Luo Chen sensed that something was wrong, the ghost bridge was a sacred object, with the power to travel through space, the holy sword in his palm burst into sharpness, and a sword technique with the same brilliance of the sun and the moon pierced through it.

"Stupid, since I took out this ghost bridge, I am not going to take it back."

Ghost Sword Saint's heart hurts. Although this ghost bridge is a yellow-level sacred object, it can penetrate space, and its value is comparable to that of a mysterious-level sacred object.

At this moment, Luo Chen's sword had already fallen. His sword was a mysterious sacred object. When it hit the ghost bridge, it made it tremble violently, and immediately cracks appeared, but it couldn't stop the ghost sword saint.

Bai Chengshan and Xuan Qing also roared angrily, pushing their holy power to the limit, pushing their palms flat, and a massive attack landed on the ghost bridge.

However, although this ghost river suffered great damage, it could not completely collapse.

"There is such a big commotion today, if you are allowed to run away, wouldn't it be a joke for the people of the Holy City?"

Just when the ghost sword sage was about to step on the bridge and leave, Lu Feng came with the dragon singing sword and the life and death sword.

The light of the sword flickered, one bright and one dark, and it blasted towards the ghost bridge in an instant.

The two sword lights, as if they were life and death, turned into two intersecting lights that caused the ghost bridge to burst open, and the space teleportation that was about to form also collapsed at this moment.

"Ahh! Little bastard, I fought you hard today, and dragged you to die together!"

Ghost Sword Saint's face was distorted, like a ghost, his body suddenly swelled up, countless violent holy energy dissipated, and he was actually exploding his body.

He was completely angry, and he suffered a disadvantage at the hands of a junior time and time again.

"Go back!"

The faces of Xuan Qing and the others changed drastically. With the power generated by the ghost sword saint's self-destruction of the holy body in the lower holy realm, even the middle holy realm would be seriously injured.

boom!boom!boom!
The holy body exploded, and the violent force almost turned thousands of miles of space into glass-like fragments, and then the entire Ghost Sword Sect was swept away, plowing the earth into countless ferocious ravines.

"Is the Ghost Sword Saint dead?"

Xuanqing red eyes, fixedly staring into a black hole-like void.

Luo Chen frowned, and said suspiciously: "No, this power seems to be a little weaker. No, what a cunning ghost sword, it only blew up its body, he didn't have the guts to blew up his holy soul too!"

Sure enough, in the broken space, a dark gray holy soul rushed out like a bolt of lightning.

He is only one foot in size, and his appearance is no different from that of the ghost sword saint, and he contains the original power of a saint.

For those who are strong in the holy realm, the holy soul is no longer so fragile.

Even if the physical body is destroyed, the holy body can be reshaped, and the cultivation base can be cultivated quickly.

However, the cost of reshaping the sacred body is comparable to that of an earth-level sacred object, and it may be ten times more difficult to go further than before. It can be said that the possibility of further progress is completely eliminated.

The three of Xuan Qing wanted to stop them, but they were too fast to stop them.

"Space Blockade!"

Lu Feng rushed into the shattered space, shouted loudly, and struck out the Xuanshen Talisman Record in his hand, a silver brilliance occupying thousands of miles of space.

It is not difficult to reshape the holy body for the ghost sword saint with the ability of the emperor.

If the holy soul is not completely wiped out, it will become a serious problem in the future.

As the space was sealed off, Lu Feng took out a large amount of holy liquid to refine, and there were a few rare sources of power in the golden light, which surged into the Xuanshen Talisman Record.

This source of power actually fully activated the power of the Xuanshen Talisman Record, turning the space into an indestructible cage.

The Holy Soul of the Ghost Sword Saint turned pale with fright, only felt that he was in the quagmire, that was the crazy bombardment space, but he couldn't escape the blockade of the Xuanshen Talisman Record.

His realm is the lower holy realm, without a physical body, the power that the holy soul can exert is at the peak of the quasi-sage three realms.

"You guys are so daring, you are digging your own grave for daring to touch the saints of my three major sword sects!"

The voice of Mu Beitian, the unfeeling sword master, came from a distant time and space, like a thousand swords screaming together.

Even the lower holy realm is the peak combat power for the imperial dynasty, so Mu Beitian naturally can't just watch the ghost sword saint fall.

"Ignore him, he was stopped by Saint Ouyang and couldn't come over, and the ghost sword will be handed over to Xuan Qing to solve it yourself."

Lu Feng looked coldly at the direction the voice came from.

Digging your own grave?
Yes, today he, Lu Feng, is digging his own grave.

It's just that the dug graves are prepared for Emperor Mu Xing's dynasty.

Ghost Sword Saint will be the first to lie in the grave!

(End of this chapter)