The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 543 Blood Sword's Message!

Chapter 543 Blood Sword's Message!

The Slave Seal of Soul is definitely a very powerful secret technique. It only fails on the reincarnated existence of the ancient water god like Shui Qingrou, and it doesn't fail on other people.

I don't know how long it took, but Ling Hantian's consciousness finally recovered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Am I not dead yet?"

He was still holding on to the Zhenwu Crazy Saber firmly, half-bending his body, standing in place, as if time hadn't flowed.

The gravity returned to normal, but the experience before that was by no means a hallucination, blood oozed out of his body and scars had already formed.

The zhenqi that was exhausted in the dantian was slowly recovering, and the golden pages in the sea of ​​consciousness also regained some color.

Without any hesitation, Ling Hantian directly sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to frantically operate the Prison-Suppressing God Body Technique and Nine Nether Forging Soul Records, and at the same time took out some pills to restore the power of the soul from the Sumeru Ring.

No matter after the true energy is exhausted or the power of the soul is exhausted, the process of fully recovering is the best time to practice.

However, for the soul cultivation system, this cultivation method is only slightly better than usual, and the cultivation effect is slightly better, and the power of the soul will not increase too much.

Because the growth of soul power is extremely difficult, it is completely different from true energy.

In the Juyuan system, Ling Hantian was already at the peak of the Xiantian realm. This time, the process of recovering the true qi made the true qi in the dantian advance again by a small amount no matter in terms of quantity or degree of condensing. Step by step, let him get closer and closer to the limit of the innate realm.

Ling Hantian roughly estimated that if there were two more such situations, he might be able to break through to the limit of the innate realm.

Almost as soon as Ling Hantian had this thought, the invisible force of terror enveloped him again.

The endless and ubiquitous terrifying gravitational force once again weighed on Ling Hantian's body.

However, with the previous experience, Ling Hantian is much more calm in dealing with it this time. Of course, this only refers to the psychological aspect. Physically, Ling Hantian is still under unimaginable oppression.

In the body, the newly recovered zhenqi was consumed violently again, and the golden soul power in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be burning, bursting out with fiery light.

While Ling Hantian was desperately resisting the gravity in the force field, Xing Wuxue reported his experience of chasing and killing Ling Hantian in the underground headquarters of the 'safe zone' Nitian League with a serious face.

"What? You said that kid broke into the force field?"

The poison queen was covered in a black robe, and her eyes with smoky makeup showed shock, "What kind of force field is that, and what's so special about it?"

The eyes of the poisonous queen stared like a poisonous snake, emitting an extremely poisonous glow, staring coldly at Xing Wuxue.

Facing the eyes of the poisonous queen, Xing Wuxue couldn't help lowering his proud head. He originally thought that he would surpass the poisonous queen in a short time, but not long ago, the poisonous queen made him understand what a skinny camel is. Bigger than a horse.

After all, the Poison Empress is an old monster left over from thousands of years ago. Even if it is a step backward, but the terrifying method makes De Xing Wuxue's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Especially now that the blood soul killing field is in turmoil, he no longer dares to despise the poison queen as before, but starts to respect this old woman from the bottom of his heart.

"After returning to the poison, my lord, I saw a grave in the force field that the kid broke into."

Xing Wuxue didn't dare to hide the slightest thing, after all, it was related to Miss Bao'er's life.

"Grave?" The poisonous queen's palm shrunk in her sleeve trembled, her barb-like nails glowed with jet black luster, "What kind of grave is that?"

Xing Wuxue briefly recalled it, and described the general appearance of the peerless tomb.

However, before Xing Wuxue could finish his words, the poisonous snake-like eyes revealed a frightening poisonous light, and the body shrouded in the black robe trembled.

"That is the tomb of the ancient demon god!"

"The tomb of the ancient demon god?" Although Xing Wuxue was the protector of the Guardian Alliance, he had never heard of the tomb of the ancient demon god.

The poisoned queen forcibly suppressed the violent fluctuations in her heart, and said with trembling lips, "The ancient demon god is one of the three strongest followers among the followers of the Tiantian Martial God. The Blood Soul Palace was severely damaged by this person, and it has not recovered for ten thousand years. vitality."

"What? This ancient demon god is so powerful?" Xing Wuxue is obviously the first time to come into contact with these secrets. What kind of existence is the Blood Soul Palace? It is an ancient force. Although due to some rules, the Blood Soul Palace They can't go out, but their background is so terrifying that it's unimaginable.

But it is such an ancient power that has been seriously injured by one person, and it will be difficult to recover for ten thousand years, so how powerful is this ancient demon god?

Such an unimaginable horror exists, his tomb?
It simply exceeded Xing Wuxue's imagination, he was a little thankful that he was not impulsive at the time, but retreated wisely.

"This kid is trapped in the force field of the tomb of the ancient demon god. He will definitely die without life. Bao'er is in danger."

The poisonous queen stood up, and Ling Hantian fell into the force field of the ancient demon god. The poisonous queen had no choice but to do everything she could to save Mi Baoer's life.

The poison queen disappeared like a monster, leaving only Xing Wuxue who was stunned in place.

But at this moment, an idea popped up in Xing Wuxue's mind, if he could get the treasure in the tomb of the ancient demon god, then.

At this moment, in the force field of the peerless grave, Ling Hantian was once again crushed by the terrifying gravity, and fell into a coma again.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Hantian woke up again, and entered into the crazy cultivation again.

"Although the force field of this peerless tomb is terrifying, why do I feel like someone is manipulating it?"

Having had the same experience twice, Ling Hantian naturally saw the terrifying gravity, someone should be manipulating it, deliberately sharpening his cultivation.

This can't help but make Ling Hantian's heart full of doubts, he can't help but think of a person.

It was almost as if this idea had just arisen in Ling Hantian's mind, a blood-colored phantom rose above the grave of the peerless murderous tomb.

Although it was just an illusory figure, Ling Hantian was very familiar with the boundless bloody aura. It was the exclusive signature of the Blood Sword, formed by the bloody artistic conception.

"Ling Hantian, you are finally here."

The phantom of the blood sword had a stiff face and a blunt tone, revealing a strange oldness.

Ling Hantian stood up, focused on the phantom of the blood sword, and asked in a calm voice, "Blood sword, were you manipulating everything just now?"

"Ling Hantian, I was just entrusted by others. When you see this phantom of me, maybe I no longer exist in this world."

"What?" Ling Hantian was startled, and his whole body trembled violently, "The blood sword killed demons with his body, did he fail, and his body has already disappeared."

The phantom of the blood sword is getting weaker and fainter, as if it is about to dissipate in the world, "Ling Hantian, in my tomb, there is a treasure related to the supreme blood of the gods, which is left for you. Can you get this treasure?" Treasures, you can leave the force field of the fierce tomb."

As soon as the words fell, the phantom floating above the head of the peerless murderous tomb exploded completely, turned into specks of fluorescent light, and dissipated in the sky and the earth.

(End of this chapter)