Excalibur

Chapter 456 Fifteen Sword Hearts
Although he was surprised that the huge cauldron was so huge, when Wang Kun saw Yang Xiaotian, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

When he was about to open his mouth to order Yang Xiaotian to be skinned, suddenly, the huge cauldron suddenly increased by hundreds of millions of times!
It turned out to be hundreds of times bigger than their ghost city in an instant!
Feeling the destructive aura of Master Ding, no matter Wang Kun or the other ancient ancestors of Mingmen, their faces changed drastically.

"Master Ding!"

"Fuck these bastards to death!"

Yang Xiaotian screamed.

Master Ding shot down instantly with the power to destroy the world.

"Back!" Wang Kun yelled, flying wildly, trying to escape.

The other ancient ancestors of the Nether Sect, all the saints, all the elders, all the elders, all the ghost kings and ghost generals all looked terrified and fled frantically.

However, even the Immortal Reaper couldn't escape the attack of Master Ding, no matter how fast they were, how could they be faster than the Immortal Reaper.

Just as Wang Kun soared into the sky, Lord Ding blasted into the sky above the ghost city in an instant.

Wang Kun looked at the huge golden flame cauldron above his head that almost exploded the entire ghost cave, with a look of despair on his face, frantically propped up his whole body's divine power, and instantly put on the divine armor that Yan Ping gave him.

At the same time, he raised a giant mountain-like iron hammer and blasted it at Master Ding.

"Go away for me!"

he growled.

All the ancient ancestors of Mingmen, all the holy realms, all the elders, elders, ghost kings and ghost generals also attacked wildly at almost the same time.

At this moment of life and death, they squeezed out every trace of strength from their bodies.

The overwhelming force blasted towards Master Ding like a boundless sea after layer upon layer.

More than 40 gods and gods, thousands of saints, and the power of hundreds of millions of ghost kings and generals gathered together, how terrifying.

The entire ghost cave was trembling, ready to be exploded.

All the evil ghosts and ghosts above the ghost cave were crying.

Boom!

The strength of all the masters of the Nether Sect gathered together and bombarded Master Ding.

But it was useless, the power of all the masters of the Nether Sect bombarded Master Ding, and they couldn't shake Master Ding at all.

The golden flames all over Lord Ding's body were extremely blazing, and the speed did not decrease, and continued to shoot down.

boom!
Wang Kun, all the ancient ancestors of Mingmen, all the holy lands, and hundreds of millions of ghost kings and generals were all blasted into the ground of the ghost city by Lord Ding.

At the moment of the bang, the ground of the ghost town exploded.

All the buildings instantly turned into ashes.

Even if this ghost city is blessed with the power of countless strong men from the Nether Sect, it is useless.

Master Ding blasted all the masters of the Underworld Sect into a deeper part of the ground with a destructive force.

The terrifying power turned into golden waves, spreading around at a frightening speed.

Wave after wave of ghosts and evil spirits in the ghost cave were all directly shaken to death.

The originally bottomless and huge ghost cave was so blasted that the mountain walls burst and crumbled, and even the surrounding peaks of the Ghost Ridge were shaken to collapse.

The ground of Guimo Ridge cracked, and countless devilish and ghostly spirits spewed out from the ground.

Even the strong men who passed by countless miles and miles felt the power of destroying heaven and earth, and they were all shocked.

It took a long time before Master Ding shrunk to the size of a palm and returned to Yang Xiaotian's hand.

The sandstorm in the ghost cave has not dissipated for a long time.

Through the dust all over the sky, I can see that the entire ghost city has disappeared, and even the area around the ghost city has been blown away.

As for Wang Kun and the other ancient ancestors of the Spiritual Realm of the Nether Gate, they had already been blasted into plasma, buried deep underground, and died beyond death.

The ghost kings and ghost generals in the ghost city were wiped out in smoke, not even their plasma was left behind.

Yang Xiaotian glanced coldly at the terrifying abyss that was blown out, didn't stay any longer, and took Master Ding to fly out of the ghost cave, and then left Guimo Ridge.

Now that he has obtained the Myriad Things Excalibur, he has to find a place to comprehend the Way of the Myriad Things Sword and gather the No.15 sword heart.

Not long after Yang Xiaotian left, Yan Ping, the son of the Underworld God, got the news and led a group of masters to the ghost cave.

Seeing the terrifying abyss that was blown out of the ghost cave, both Yan Ping and the masters of the Nether Sect gasped.

Seeing that the terrifying abyss was in the shape of a giant tripod, Yan Ping's mouth became parched, and he had vaguely guessed who did it.

"Who is it?" An ancient ancestor of the Mingmen said in surprise and anger: "Who did it! Find out and destroy his nine clans!"

The other ancient ancestors of the Nether Gate were also frightened and angry, claiming to find this person out, refine their souls and whip their corpses.

Only Yan Ping, the son of the god of the underworld, remained silent.

"Enough!" Seeing that the ancient ancestors of the Mingmen were still furious, Yan Ping, the son of the god of the underworld, suddenly became furious and shouted, staring at the ancient ancestors with bloody eyes.

All the ancient ancestors of Mingmen were silent like cicadas.

"Send down the order to stop attacking the Shen family." Yan Ping said with a gloomy face.

All the ancient ancestors of the Nether Sect dare not object, they should be respectful.

"How is Senior Heart Demon recovering?" Yan Ping asked suddenly.

Although the ancient heart demon was rescued by the immortal god of death, his injuries have not completely healed. Otherwise, the gate of the underworld would have joined hands with the immortal god of death and the ancient heart demon to attack the Cangshen mansion.

"Although there is the fountain of life provided by you, my lord, Senior Heart Demon said that it will take two years for his injury to heal." One of the ancient ancestors stepped forward and said cautiously.

Hearing that it would take two years for the ancient heart demon to recover from his injuries, Yan Ping frowned. Then they will wait for another two years. Two years later, they will attack and enter the Cangshen Mansion, rescue his father's body, and revive his father.

As long as his father is resurrected, it will be the time of Gang Xiong's death.

In the past two years, try to bear it as much as possible!
At this time, Yang Xiaotian came to a hidden place, began to refine the sword of all things, and then comprehended the way of the sword of all things.

Yang Xiaotian shielded everything from the outside world, and immersed himself in the world of kendo.

He sat cross-legged in the cave, with sword energy surging all over his body, and soon, he was wrapped in sword energy, and his figure was completely integrated into the tens of thousands of sword energy.

The sword energy is like a sea, sometimes surging, sometimes calm like a mirror, sometimes setting off thousands of huge waves of sword energy, and sometimes turning into a drizzle.

On this day, suddenly, nine-colored sword qi bloomed out of the world of sword qi.

Yang Xiaotian's fourteen-nine-color sword heart awakened, and after the fourteen-nine-color sword heart, another nine-color sword heart loomed.

No.15 Kenshin!
After comprehending the Sword of Reincarnation, Sword of God and Shadow, and Sword of All Things, Yang Xiaotian's No.15 Sword Heart finally began to condense.

As time went by, No.15 Kenshin became more and more solid, and finally solidified completely.

At this moment, No.15 Kenshin finally condensed successfully.

When Yang Xiaotian No.15 Sword Heart was successfully condensed, all the acupoints in his body's true essence were also thickened to the extreme, and could no longer be suppressed, Yang Xiaotian began to attack the realm of Emperor Wu.

For many masters at the top ten levels of respect, it is very difficult to break into the emperor realm!

Many masters at the tenth level of the prestige state used their true energy to attack the gate of the emperor's realm. The gate of the emperor's realm could not be shaken at all, and it took thousands or even tens of thousands of bombardments to blast it open.

But Yang Xiaotian's 290 six acupoints were running with real energy, and with a loud "boom", the gate of the emperor's realm was directly blasted open.

(End of this chapter)