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Xianbao not only pursues destructive power, but also pursues its own defense. These magic circles are defensive magic circles, usually as many as thousands.

Zhuo Yifan slowly realized, but he secretly thought in his heart that it was true, these magic circles were all Yuanzu magic circles, superimposed layer upon layer, very complicated.

Even a master like Zhuo Yifan who is very familiar with the Yuan clan's magic circle, if ordinary people come, they will probably retreat when they see this densely packed magic circle.

These magic circles are interlocking and very precise, like neatly arranged precision instruments.

If the devil's heart is intact, Zhuo Yifan will not worry at all, he can directly transform his soul breath, imitate the sword intent, and sneak into the magic circle.

But now, he can only crack it layer by layer, slowly unraveling the layers of clothes covering the sword core like a cocoon.

This process requires great patience and skill, and a little carelessness will trigger the explosion of the magic circle.

Of course, if the strength is strong enough, it is also possible to directly imprison the magic circle, but at least it is possible to have the cultivation base of the Immortal King.

Zhuo Yifan never tired of doing it, breaking through the magic circle layer by layer.

This process has brought his understanding of the magic circle to a higher level.

In the end, when Zhuo Yifan untied all the circles and sank into the core of the sword, the sense of satisfaction made him smile knowingly.

This was the terrifying sword intent that Zhuo Yifan felt, and it turned out to be the sword core.

This sword core is like a throne.

Seeing this throne, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help thinking of the throne in his Nether Tower, they were all so similar.

In this sword core space, there is only such a throne, and there is a helmet on it.

Zhuo Yifan was distracted and sat on the throne directly.

Immediately, the helmet shrouded it and put it directly on the top of Distraction's head, wrapping it tightly, and the two merged into one.

Zhuo Yifan immediately felt a huge suction force coming from the helmet, and the power of the mind surged out like a flood and poured into the helmet.

Zhuo Yifan was secretly taken aback, the spiritual power required for this divine exercise must be too much!

How powerful his soul is now, and after the evolution of the collected power of faith, the power of his mind is even comparable to that of a real demon.

But this helmet absorbed [-]% in one bite.

This was just the beginning, and then, through distraction, the helmet absorbed the power of the mind wantonly.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but be astonished, his spiritual power is a level higher than spiritual power, if he really needs to use spiritual power to practice, wouldn't he be sucked into an idiot in an instant?

Hua Bai laughed loudly; "Boss was mistaken for his cleverness this time, sacrificing the energy of the holy sword. Now that the holy sword needs to maintain its shape, it must absorb his energy to make up for it. He will suffer."

Ouyang Qingzhi asked worriedly: "Will Yifan be in any danger?"

Murong Xiaoqian said with a coquettish smile: "Seeing Huabai's gleeful appearance, Brother Zhuo is definitely not in danger. If there is danger, he will not survive as a pet."

Ouyang Qingzhi took a peek at the lace angrily: "Is there anyone like you as a pet?"

Hua Bai said with a sneer, "Boss, it's all right!"

Ouyang Qingzhi said coquettishly: "If Yifan has something to do, I won't talk to you anymore."

Murong Xiaoqian also pouted, "Me too."

Hua Bai became anxious immediately: "Believe me, the boss is really fine. He now has [Soul Concentration Pond], and his spiritual power recovers very quickly, and the boss still stores the power of faith, which can be converted into spiritual power at any time."

After the sword edge lost its edge, it was like a king who had lost his strength. Although he was still so mighty and majestic, the substantial oppression was gone.

This sword's edge is as high as ten thousand feet, straight into the sky, very majestic.

But at this moment, everyone discovered that the sword's edge was actually shrinking.

The narrowing of the sword's edge meant that Zhuo Yifan was one step closer to success, and the second daughter felt relieved after watching it.

Zhuo Yifan was really depressed. After his spiritual power was exhausted, he had no choice but to use the power of faith.

But this time Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, and he did not turn the power of faith into the power of the mind. According to what Kongwu and others said, this power of faith is a very advanced energy.

Even the true gods use this kind of energy, one can imagine how rare it is.

What would happen if you forged the holy sword directly with the power of faith?

Thinking about it this way, Zhuo Yifan directly input the power of faith into the sword core.

Sure enough, with the power of faith, the core of the sword core was quickly refined.

Of course, Zhuo Yifan also lost a lot of power of faith.

Now he has tens of millions of believers in Qingtian City and 2 source warriors, plus [-] demon monks, the power of faith generated every day is supposed to be quite a lot, but in fact, this kind of power is the most rare, accumulated for so long , and not much in stock.

The holy sword sucked violently, and there was not much left.

But compared to the loss of his own strength, Zhuo Yifan was more happy to succeed in refining.

Such a peerless sword, no matter how much it costs, is worth it.

Why did the three immortals of the past let go of such a peerless treasure and not take it?

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

The sword edge gradually shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a three-foot long sword, floating in front of Zhuo Yifan.

The huge mountain peak disappeared, leaving a hundred-mile deep pit in place.

Zhuo Yifan looked carefully, and found that the long sword was all white and crystal clear like jade, with countless complicated rules engraved on it, which looked very holy and upright.

Just having such a sword hanging over the head can make people fearful, as if facing a judge, all kinds of guilty conscience.

This is indeed a sword of justice. The righteousness emanating from it makes people feel like facing a mirror of the soul, and they can't help but reflect on their own sins.

At this reflection, everyone was taken aback, as if looking back on their evil life in an instant, each and every one of them seemed to be given a slap in the face.

However, they are not regretting what they have done, but are thankful that they have faith, and all these karmic punishments will be resolved by the true god.

In an instant, those believers who were not firm enough suddenly became more firm.

And the disciples of the sect have also been promoted to the standard of quasi-believers.

Because the one who wields the sword of judgment is his idol, the suzerain.

Zhuo Yifan laughed out loud, grabbed the holy sword and held it up high.

"The suzerain is invincible."

"The suzerain is eternal!"

"Your Majesty shakes the Three Realms and dominates the Demon Realm."

"My lord holds the sword of justice and judges heresy in the world."

All of a sudden you, everyone cheered and were excited.

Zhuo Yifan gently stroked the sword of the saint, feeling the powerful power contained in the runes on the sword body, he couldn't help showing a happy smile.

This holy sword is worthy of being a fairy treasure. The text of the rules on it is perfect, the body is very huge, can be big or small, and the power it can contain is unprecedented.

Zhuo Yifan suddenly discovered an embarrassing problem. With his current spiritual power, he couldn't exert the true power of this sword at all.

What he needs is at least immortal energy!