Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 98 The Killer

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Duan Qi slowly raised his head, looking straight at Prince Qinglan: "Do you think you can really kill me?"

These words were extremely arrogant, but no one dared to raise any doubts.

With that punch just now, King Qinglan had exhausted all his strength, but he only knocked Duan Qi back a few steps, and didn't directly kill Duan Qi. Prince Qinglan, who is in a perfect state!

At this moment, everyone was shocked and couldn't believe it. If this period of Qi grew up, it would be so terrifying.

What shocked everyone even more was that Qi was only alone during this period, but he dared to face Qinglan County King and the soldiers of the entire Qinglan Kingdom. Does this kid have any trump cards?

Everyone's thoughts began to be confused.

Prince Qinglan's face became even more angry, he clenched his fists and wanted to forcibly kill Duan Qi.

But at this moment, in the sky, a tall figure wearing a yellow robe flew over. This man was tall and stood at a height of two meters. There is also a silver earring hanging from it.

When he landed firmly, the person's earrings swayed slightly.

"Earth element realm strong!" The people around kept feeling.

Only after entering the Earth Element Realm can one have the ability to fly through the air. The soles of the feet break through the void and continuously fly away in the air.

Seeing this person coming, King Qinglan immediately retracted the steel all over his body, turned into an ordinary human figure, and smiled at the person who landed: "Young King Cangyun is coming, I am far away to welcome you."

Duan Qi secretly glanced at Xiao Haihong, king of Cangyun County, seeing his extremely high height and strong physique, and more importantly, this person has reached the Earth Origin Realm that ordinary people dare not reach. He is indeed a middle-level county. King of the country.

Seeing Xiao Haihong approaching, King Qinglan immediately pulled his daughter Qin Liang, and said with a smile: "Brother Xiao, please enter the palace first, and entertain me personally after I deal with some minor matters."

Xiao Haihong said coldly: "Hehe, don't pretend to be a good person for me. Where is Yudie's soul? Hand it over to me!"

Hearing these words, the countenance of countless soldiers changed greatly. They had never heard of what kind of thing this rain butterfly spirit was, and they had never seen it before. Among these people, no one had heard of spirit spirit.

Hearing these words in Duan Qi's ears also made him feel rather strange.

"What is the spirit of the rain butterfly?"

When he had this question in his mind, the voice of the sword spirit sounded in his mind again: "Young man, every kind of spirit contains infinite power, which can greatly enhance the internal strength of the warrior and change the power of the warrior. pulse."

Duan Qidao: "So that's how it is. No wonder so many people want to compete for the spirit, no wonder sister Han Yurou tried all means to get the spirit, no wonder my father has been looking for the horned dragon spirit all his life."

"That's wrong, young man, the soul does not only have these functions. If it were only like this, then not so many people would risk their lives to pursue it." There was an indelible desolation in the sword spirit's voice.

Duan Qi listened quietly, he always felt that things were not that simple.

The voice of the sword spirit became ethereal again, as if returning to the ancient era: "Who is in charge of ups and downs in the vast continent? Myriad gods and beasts have gone through the vicissitudes of the world, or have been sealed in the world, or fallen into the world, turned into spirits, and exist forever in the world. The divine power contained in it is immeasurable, and more importantly, if you forge a sword with spirit, as long as you get one spirit and combine its divine power with the sword, such a sword will become an unrivaled artifact, possessing The peerless divine power that can destroy the world.”

"So for a swordsmith like your father Duan Litian, he has been looking for the spirit all his life. If he gets a powerful spirit, inhales it into his body, and nourishes his body, his swordsmithing level can be raised by a few levels."

Duan Qi was tongue-tied: "So... so powerful?"

The sword spirit said: "Hehe, amazing? There is a huge price to pay for being powerful. According to the spirit list, there are a total of [-] kinds of spirits. The first spirit is called the mouse spirit. This spirit It will not cause any harm to warriors, and from now on, starting from the No. [-] horned dragon spirit, all subsequent spirits have a destructive ability, and they are collectively called destruction spirits."

"And the further back the serial number, the stronger the destructive ability. So far, countless swordsmiths of all ages have summed up a spirit table, and they have paid a heavy price for it. Soul, either burned to the ground by the inner fire of the spirit, or swallowed the body directly than the spirit, each has its own way of death, from ancient times to the present, there are a total of [-] kinds of spirits discovered by all swordsmiths , each spirit has a corresponding number."

"The further you go, the rarer the spirits become. For example, the second spirit - the red bird spirit, one will appear every 1 years. If you really count it, it is not rare."

Duan Qi was dumbfounded: "1 years! This is not rare."

The sword spirit said leisurely: "This world has existed for tens of billions of years, and a red bird spirit will appear in 1 years. If you add up, think about it."

Duan Qi finally understood: "It turns out that the spirit is not the only one."

Sword Spirit said: "However, even though the swordsmith has a history of tens of millions of years, so far, only 51 types of spirits have been discovered. Moreover, the later the serial number, the higher the rarity. The horned dragon spirit you hold happens to be No. 52. If you push one more back, it will be No. [-], which belongs to the spirit of destruction. With your current strength, if you touch the spirit of destruction, you I have already been wiped out."

Duan Qi finally understood that the sword spirit had never told him about this matter, and he didn't understand until now.

No wonder his father Duan Litian has been looking for the horned dragon spirit all his life. It turns out that the horned dragon spirit has such a special position. The number 51 in the spirit list happens to be the last one of the harmless spirit.

"Young man, when Duan Litian said he wanted to come to Qinglan City, he probably came here for the spirit of the Butterfly Seeking Rain!"

"I think so, Dad has been looking for the spirit, is it also for the purpose of making a sword?"

Duan Qi was puzzled, rubbed his chest, and began to circulate a ray of true energy to repair his wound.

There was silence in the scene, Prince Qinglan's face had gradually darkened, looking at Xiao Haihong's face, he said lightly: "There is no such spirit of Yudie in my palace!"

Xiao Haihong didn't seem surprised. He raised his hand, scanned the surrounding crowd, and finally turned his gaze to the person rolling on the ground, and said, "Is this the third prince, Qin Yu?"

Prince Qinglan felt a bad premonition, moved his lips slightly, and said, "It's my son, Qin Yu."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Haihong stomped on the ground with both feet, and flew away, flying directly to Qin Yu, raised his right foot, and stomped hard on Qin Yu's back.

"Ah!" Qin Yu let out a final roar, and after a mouthful of blood spewed out, his body was kicked directly into the ground, and the entire floor sank immediately, and cracks like spider webs gradually spread out.

(End of this chapter)