Heaven Devouring Sword Lord

As the terrifying power of the self-detonation of the blood-colored battle lance spread out, no one dared to approach it. The entire area seemed to be extremely quiet.

At this moment, within a radius of ten miles in this area, there was only the existence of the mysterious person.

His hand moved towards the broken sword that was quietly lying on the ground and lightly guided it.

Swish!

Immediately, the broken sword flew towards his palm.

Just as he held the broken sword in his hand, the mysterious person actually let out a mournful and terrified cry. With a backhand, he threw the broken sword out.

In that instant, thirty percent of the vast energy within his body was instantly devoured.

This 30% was no small amount for him.

But now, it had been devoured in a split-second. This scene caused everyone to feel inexplicable shock in their hearts.

"Dammit, why is this broken sword so terrifying?" It can actually absorb my power by itself. Furthermore, I immediately threw it away. If I did not, wouldn't I have been sucked dry by it? "

The mysterious man looked at the broken sword with fear still lingering in his heart. For a moment, his eyes were filled with uncertainty; he did not dare to touch the broken sword again.

"Why don't you try using my clan's Precious Battle Soldiers …"

Thinking of this, the mysterious man brought the blood-shrouded Battle Soldier, whose shape could not be seen, closer to the broken sword.

Swoosh!

Who would have thought that the blood-colored soldier in his hand would actually tremble the moment it got close to the broken sword and quickly flew out. During this period of time, even the mysterious person was unable to control the blood-colored soldier and allowed it to escape.

"This... "This …"

He himself was fine, but the blood-red weapon in his hand was a Precious Battle Soldiers of his clan, how could he be afraid of this broken sword to such an extent?

The mysterious man felt great fear and did not dare to try to obtain the broken sword again.

"This broken sword is fine for those with weak cultivations, but for those with sage realm cultivation, it is a terrifying existence …" "It seems like I can't bring this back, or else something big might happen …"

The mysterious person muttered to himself. He once again sized up this seemingly unadorned and ordinary broken sword. He no longer dared to rashly try to touch it.

He stayed where he was for a while, before summoning his blood-colored battle weapon and disappearing into thin air.

After the mysterious person left, there was no more sound coming from this place. Aside from the ground, there was only a broken sword lying there silently.

Time flowed by, and soon it was night in this West Lingshan Desert.

Daytime alternated, and the place turned from scorching hot to abnormally cold.

The cold here was something that even a middle stage lustrous Realm cultivator would find hard to endure for long.

Naturally, there weren't many people who could make it here.

When night fell and the sky turned dark, about one hundred and fifty meters away from the broken sword, there was a strange movement in the air. A figure with an abnormally weak aura appeared.

This person was a young man clad in black. His complexion was as pale as paper, as if he had just caught a serious illness.

"Cough cough …"

The young man coughed dryly as pieces of broken internal organs flew out from his mouth along with blood.

After spitting out the black blood, his complexion turned slightly better.

The young man was in a very poor state. His aura was weak to the point where he was almost unconscious. He did not sit down and recover from his injuries. Instead, he crawled towards the broken sword that was 150 feet away with great difficulty.

"This time, I've suffered such injuries. If I hadn't used this strange wooden box to block the attack at the most critical moment, I might not even have had a chance to survive. I'm still too weak, facing an attack that contains the power of karma …" "It's more difficult than surviving..."

Ye Tian's hands crawled on the ground as he struggled to move his body. He was in so much pain that he felt like his entire body was covered in blood.

In his current state, only death awaited him when he met an enemy.

This was because those who were able to reach here were all at least in the middle stage of the lustrous Realm.

He needed to first get closer to the broken sword and enter the Broken Sword Space so that he could have a chance at survival.

Although he had been lucky enough to survive thanks to the assistance of the mysterious rotting wooden box, his body was incredibly weak. His Essence power was less than 10, reaching a new, illusory level.

If not for the fact that his physical strength had already reached the Fifth Heavenly Layer and his physique was exceptionally strong, he probably wouldn't even be able to move in this state.

Finally, when he sensed the surrounding living beings approaching, he arrived beside the broken sword, and when he saw the broken sword, Ye Tian finally let out a sigh of relief.

With the last of his strength, he drew himself back into the broken sword.

After entering the broken sword, he could no longer hold on and directly fainted within the Broken Sword Space.

He had no way to know what was happening in the outside world.

At this moment, the rotten wood box on Ye Tian's head did not follow him into the Broken Sword Space. Instead, it lied down beside the broken sword, closely next to it.

The strange thing was that this wooden box could not be absorbed by the broken sword, and was in a special balance.

It was difficult to imagine just how heaven defying this rotten wood box was to be able to do this.

However, it was impossible for Ye Tian to know about these strange situations now, and Ye Hei only barely managed to escape with a thought, as he fell into a deep slumber.

Sou sou sou!

Not far away, a half-step king ranked major power approached from afar, arriving beside the broken sword and wooden box.

"Eh? Why are these two items here? It seems like a terrifying battle has taken place here …"

It was a beautiful woman wearing red clothes. She had a charming appearance and a faint seductive aura.

No, it was more accurate to say that she was emitting a demonic aura. That was not just a seductive aura, but a true demonic aura.

This woman was actually a greater demon cultivator. At this moment, she had encountered the broken sword and the rotten wood box. She discovered that the broken sword and the rotten wood box were both ordinary and ordinary.

But the strange thing was, he could clearly feel that these two objects did not have an owner, but they could not be absorbed into his dantian and storage bag, and their hardness was so great that not even his Battle Weapon could leave a single mark on them.

"What a hard item, what a strange item. I'll first bring it to my body and have a look at it before deciding …"

Carrying the broken sword and rotten wood case on his body, the red-clothed demon was pleasantly surprised. Without much thought, he headed towards the depths of West Lingshan Desert.

The red-clothed Great Demon's journey was extremely smooth. Even though he had released a bit of his powerful cultivation, not many people dared to approach him.

Now, with her strength in half-step king, she could naturally do whatever she wanted here.

However, she was still very careful, because the change that had occurred in West Lingshan Desert this time around had already alarmed many of the extremely terrifying old undyings. Those old undyings, in the environment where the Heavenly Dao had suppressed them, had mostly reached the King Realm.

When she encountered such an existence, the red-clothed demon was actually still very weak. At the very least, she did not dare to rashly offend him.

"This time, if we meet the Young Lord, let him see what's so special about these two items. The Young Lord has unparalleled talent, and his cultivation technique is a supreme secret technique of the Demonic Clan. He should be able to see what's so special about them." The red-clothed Great Demon muttered to himself as he thought of a Qing Nianzhizun who was known as Demon Prince.