Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2505 Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword

The lake is actually not deep, and the bottom of the lake is quite clean. Inside there is a long sword with a mysterious and gorgeous shape. Half of the sword body is submerged in a rock. It is the Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword.

While Mo Xian still had a sliver of sanity, he immediately spit out the miniature beauty in his mouth.

"Are you okay?" the tiny beauty said immediately, Mo Xian looked very scary at this moment, and there were many cracks on his body that looked like weathered rocks.

In addition, Wan Yaofeng's violent fluctuations made her feel very scared.

"It's okay!" Mo Xian shook his head and immediately sat down cross-legged.

At this time, Wan Yaofeng had absorbed too much cold energy and strengthened a lot, raging crazily in his body, he had to think of a way to suppress Wan Yaofeng back.

But the more he suppressed, the stronger Wan Yaofeng's resistance became.

This situation became more and more serious, and the tearing pain made him unable to help but roar wildly at the bottom of the lake.

The miniature beauty flew around in a hurry, but she didn't know what to do.

Not long after, a series of figures suddenly emerged from the bottom of the lake.

After a moment of trance, they regained their memories of their lives, glanced at the miniature beauty, and chattered.

The tiny beauty immediately explained the situation, but everyone was helpless.

Wan Yaofeng is quite unfamiliar to them.

"It should be, Wan Yaofeng!" Not long after, a phantom suddenly said.

"Then what should we do!" Hearing this, the expressions of all the phantoms changed.

Wan Yaofeng's unique energy is very strange, if it cannot be recovered, it may be swallowed at any time.

"Let's work together to see if we can help him!" The phantom who recognized Wan Yaofeng said in a serious tone. Now their power is limited, and every time they use it means that a part will be consumed.

When they are all consumed, they will completely disappear from this world.

However, no one objected. After all, this time was considered a major event related to the life and death of Shenyue Valley.

As a result, many phantoms immediately turned into halos or small figures, floating around Mo Xian, pouring a trace of energy into Mo Xian's body.

They were all very strong during their lifetime. Although they had been dead for a long time, the energy in their remnants should not be underestimated.

Not long after, Mo Xian slowly regained his consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a small person slowly disappearing.

"Seniors, you..." He suddenly felt a burst of sadness in his heart.

"You are so young, why are you such a mother-in-law? Don't forget, we are already dead." Everyone said one after another.

Even so, Mo Xian still felt extremely uncomfortable.

In order not to disappoint the sacrifices of these remnant souls, he could only start desperately suppressing Wan Yaofeng.

With the passage of time, more and more villains completely dissipated, and Wan Yaofeng was finally suppressed and entered the lightning imprinted space.

Only then did Mo Xian heave a sigh of relief, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the miniature beauty around him.

The tiny beauty looked sad and seemed to be sobbing.

"Senior..." Mo Xian opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"It doesn't matter, this is a complete relief for them!" The miniature beauty smiled lightly.

In the lake, there were obviously no other remnants of her, but there were still traces of white ribbon-like things floating, and they were slowly dissipating.

With a move of both hands, the miniature beauty immediately poured these ribbons into her body.

"What are these?" Mo Xian asked after trying to touch the ribbon that floated past him.

"It's some of their memories that they don't want to dissipate!" The tiny beauty said with a sob, and it was a kind of comfort for her to collect these memories.

Mo Xian was silent, in order not to let more memories dissipate, he wrapped them with energy, waiting for the tiny beauty to absorb.

Before long, the lake was really empty.

"Go and take down the Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword!" said the tiny beauty.

Mo Xian nodded, came to the side of the Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword, grabbed the hilt of the sword and was about to pull it out.

The moment he touched Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword, he had a strong feeling that this sword is not ordinary.

But he exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't pull it out, and the blade of the sword began to dim rapidly, and finally became like ordinary iron.

"Senior, what's going on?" Mo Xian asked.

"Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword has been polluted, if you take it off forcibly now, it might be broken!" said the tiny beauty.

"Then what should we do?" Mo Xian asked.

"Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword is the nemesis of all evil spirits. Now that it is polluted, it can only be sacrificed with evil spirits." The tiny beauty said.

"That's easy, there are a lot of them here!" Mo Xian nodded, moved his body, and immediately flew towards another area.

He sacrificed the soul stone of the Yinling Temple to absorb the surrounding existence as much as possible, but he did not use it to enhance the power of the Yinling.

Amid the howling ghosts and howling wolves, the soul stone of the Yinling Temple became brighter and brighter, and finally reached a saturation level.

Mo Xian immediately brought the soul stone of the Yinling Hall to the Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword to emerge, and then released the souls of the evil spirits that had been absorbed before.

They gathered together and continuously twisted and howled, looking very terrifying.

"What to do now?" Mo Xian asked.

"Forcibly press these into the soul suppressing sword, and try to activate it!" said the tiny beauty.

Mo Xian immediately followed suit, but the Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword had lost its power, and the process seemed extremely difficult.

It took a long time before he managed to press an ominous spirit into it.

Immediately, the soul-suppressing sword vibrated slightly, but it hadn't been activated yet, so Mo Xian could only keep trying.

one two...ten...

The speed of pressing in becomes faster and faster, and finally becomes active absorption.

The dimness on Yitian's soul-suppressing sword also gradually receded, but the fierce spirit was no longer enough.

Mo Xian had no choice but to get more. After trying several times in a row, the Yitian Soul-Suppressing Sword was finally washed away, and it looked brand new.

This time, he took it off easily.

Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword buzzed, as if celebrating a new life.

Holding the Yitian Soul Suppressing Sword, Mo Xian suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart.

At this time, he looked like a descending king.

"Let's go!" Mo Xian yelled softly, and then took the miniature beauty and plundered in the direction of the forest before.

They had wasted too much time, Mo Qianrong and the others didn't know what to do.

The fog covering the forest became denser, and it seemed that there were countless ghosts floating in it.

"It's up to you!" Mo Xian stroked the blade of the sword, and then struck out with the sword.

"Shh!"

The huge sword light of hundreds of feet roared out immediately, covering the fog in an instant.

The mist was instantly separated, and the countless ghostly beings also howled and fled in all directions.

(End of this chapter)