Douluo's Heartless Sword

Chapter 337
The sickle blade slashed across the air, and the space was torn apart. The speed of the sharpness did not decrease at all, but became even faster, with a strong evil aura, and slashed at Ye Ling.

Regarding the sickle blade hanging above his head, Ye Ling didn't panic at all. Instead, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he raised his head slightly, and slowly stretched out his left hand.

His left hand was in a half-clasp state, as if he wanted to catch the scythe hanging above his head with his bare hands, exuding a tyrannical and evil aura.

"Your territory?"

A somewhat ironic voice came from Ye Ling's mouth, and a hint of disdain flashed in those deep purple eyes that were always as plain as water.

The sickle blade fell at a high speed, and the evil aura swarmed in. Ye Ling was like a solitary boat in this ocean of evil aura, which might be overturned at any time.

But at this moment, Qi Ling's eyes, which were supposed to be in an absolute advantage, suddenly widened, and the arrogance in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of incomprehension and fear.

In its eyes, Ye Ling, who was supposed to be devoured by the evil spirit, stood in it unscathed, with his left hand stretched forward, and gently grasped the sickle blade.

Evil energy wrapped around Ye Ling's fingertips, as if it might swallow it at any time, but it was this hand that made the sickle blade no longer move at all.

"how is this possible!"

Qi Ling exclaimed, his voice was full of panic, as if he had seen something extremely incredible.

Looking at Qi Ling's drastically changed face, Ye Ling's left hand that was holding the sickle blade tightly began to exert force slowly. Under this force, the originally extremely sharp sickle blade began to tremble violently, and cracks started from Ye Ling's tight fingers. The grip spreads out against the sickle.

Soon, the sickle blade, which was unable to touch it no matter what method was used just now, shattered.

"impossible."

At the same time, the weapon spirit holding the sickle blade also turned into stars and disappeared in front of Ye Ling.

However, the disappearance of Qi Ling did not make Ye Ling relax his vigilance. His eyes swept around slightly, he raised his legs, and walked towards the innermost part of the palace.

After walking to the innermost part of the palace, Ye Ling realized that this is the place where the sickle blade was enshrined just now. There was nothing in the palace at all, and there was only a cloud of evil like mucus, and in this evil, Ye Ling Inspired by the breath of God.

There is no doubt that the sickle blade is definitely the artifact spirit of a divine weapon, and only a divine weapon can produce such a thing as a weapon spirit. Ye Ling had guessed before, but he did not learn from the artifact spirit of the sickle blade. feel divinity.

He was still wondering if it was because of being deprived of the spirit of the sickle that the sickle lost its divinity, but now it seems that it is not the case, but the spirit of the sickle is astonishingly ambitious.

It actually wants to strip divinity from its spirit in order to reshape its carrier.

The artifact has a spirit, which was conceived and raised by endless years at this time. Once the artifact spirit is deprived, it is absolutely impossible to fuse together again. If the artifact spirit wants to restore the carrier, it has to regenerate a new one. And deriving the carrier is not easy, the higher the level of the weapon, the more difficult it is to derive the carrier again, the spirit of this sickle is also very aware of this, so it chose another method, one that may make the He lost part of his divinity, but gained an extremely easy method.

That is to strip one's divinity, turn oneself into an ordinary weapon, and then derive the carrier.

Without its divinity, it can more easily derive its carrier. When the carrier is derived, it is devouring these stripped divinity, stepping into the ranks of divine weapons.

Although this will greatly damage its divinity, even if it becomes a divine weapon again, its grade will drop a lot, but it still resolutely chose this path. It has been sealed here for tens of thousands of years, and it has long been impatient. Wanted to escape this place.

"Come out, knowing you're not dead yet."

The pace stopped, Ye Ling stood in front of the black mist, looked around, and said quietly, "It's really sad that the spirit of an artifact is willing to degenerate into an ordinary weapon to restore the carrier."

Ye Ling's disdainful voice echoed in the palace, and the black mist in front of him suddenly squirmed, condensing a sickle blade, shooting out of it, and flying towards Ye Ling.

"This is obviously my territory, why are you not restricted by this space?"

The sickle gradually became illusory, and the spirit of the weapon once again condensed a phantom of Bibi Dong, holding the illusory sickle, walking towards Ye Ling.

While walking, it roared crazily at Ye Ling, and Bibi Dong's stunning and elegant face gradually became ferocious under its fury.

It really doesn't understand why Ye Ling came to this space, as if he is the owner of this space, shouldn't the owner of this space be himself?
"limit?"

Ye Ling raised his eyebrows, and there was no emotion in his flat eyes. After looking at it indifferently, he walked towards it slowly.

"The weapon spirit... is also a spiritual creature born in this world! And as long as it is a spiritual creature born in this world, it is under my control."

Ye Ling's voice echoed in Qi Ling's ears, causing him to be slightly lost in thought, and his expression kept changing, as if he remembered something and made him fall into deep thought.

"who are you?"

When he came back to his senses, Qi Ling shook his illusory head and questioned, after hearing Ye Ling's words, he was a little panicked now.

You must know that in this space, I have never encountered such a thing, even if I forced myself into the Killing Heart Sword Lord back then, I just walked into the hall and was killed by myself.

But the person in front of me now...

Unexpectedly, he was not affected by half a point, but when he appeared, he made himself lose the ability to control this space.

Ye Ling continued to walk towards it, and said as he walked, "You dare to pull me here without even knowing it. I don't know if you are tired of living crookedly."

"Hmph, I don't believe it!"

Ye Ling's words made Qi Ling furious, and it didn't care whether it could beat Ye Ling. It clenched the sickle blade with both hands and rushed towards it.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ling stopped slowly. Facing the evil aura rushing towards his face, he raised one hand and slightly opened his closed mouth.

"The artifact spirit of the artifact cannot be wasted!"

After the words fell, a suction burst from his mouth, and he faced the coming spirit.

Under the terrifying force of swallowing and sucking, Qi Ling's extremely fast-shooting figure suddenly froze in the air, and his body slowly turned into a sky full of stars. Under Qi Ling's frightened eyes, Ye Ling slowly swallowed him into his stomach middle.

The black mist in the center of the palace was also shrouded by this force of swallowing, turning into beams of pitch-black light and pouring into Ye Ling's body.

For a moment, two terrifying auras in Ye Ling's body flowed around, one in front and one in the back, one purple and one black, chasing Ye Ling's meridians.

The purple one is the unfeeling sword energy, and the black one is the evil spirit that Ye Ling swallowed just now. The two are like a cat and a mouse, chasing and fleeing, making Ye Ling's meridians extremely messy.

In the end, Qi Ling's body had become transparent, which was a sign that it was about to disappear. It looked straight at Ye Ling, as if it understood something, and a look of panic flashed in its eyes.

"you……"

(End of this chapter)