Heaven Devouring Sword Lord

I don't want it! I don't want it!

Just a moment ago, he had thought that the broken sword wasn't that powerful, but after a brief experiment, it turned out to be so powerful. This was the first time he had used the broken sword against an enemy, but the results were beyond his expectations.

As for the mystery of the rotten wood box, he had yet to figure it out, but it shouldn't be too bad.

But now was not the time to consider the effects of the rotten wood box. He had to face the attacks of six great monk who were not the least bit weaker than him.

"Wait, I have something to say." A thought struck Sage Golden Light's mind as he came up with a plan.

When he saw the six great monk s approaching, he immediately opened his mouth.

The six great monk s had vicious expressions on their faces, but they did not make a move for the time being, as they only looked at him with ice-cold gazes.

"Since everyone disagrees with me and wants these two treasures, how about I give one of them to you? This old man has lived for so many years, and I still know the principle that possession is a sin. " Sage Golden Light's expression darkened as he looked at the six great monk s.

"This won't do. You must hand over the two precious treasures, or else we won't be polite."

Someone immediately spoke up, obviously not wanting to give the other party any leeway to escape.

The remaining five great monk s all spoke up, indicating that they would not give him any chance. He had to hand over the broken sword and wooden box, or else they would attack him mercilessly.

A look of sorrow appeared on the face of the Goldlight Sage. After a moment of silence, everyone could see that the bitterness on his face had increased even more.

"Very well, since that is the case, I'll let them go. However, you all cannot attack me again. This time around, I am going to kill that crimson mysterious man to avenge myself." Sage Golden Light spoke coldly, his gaze still fixed on the mysterious blood-red figure in the distance.

The mysterious man sneered in his heart. He didn't mind and didn't have any intention of dodging. It was as if he had battled Saint Goldlight for three hundred rounds.

The mysterious man was afraid of the wooden box and the broken sword in Sage Golden Light's hands. If Sage Golden Light didn't have the broken sword, he wouldn't be afraid at all.

Therefore, he stood there coldly, with no intention of dodging.

The two of them faced each other, murderous intent in their eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, please be at ease. What we want are precious treasures. As long as you hand over the precious treasures, we will not have nothing to do with you."

"That's right. What we want are precious treasures. We are not interested in your personal life and fortune."

"Why do you want to hand over the treasure? We don't care."

Since the six great monk had declared that they would be able to obtain the treasure without any effort, they naturally would not act against Saint Golden Light.

"Good, then you can take all of these treasures."

Saint Goldlight exerted his full strength, preparing to throw the box of rotten wood out, but a strange thing happened.

That rotten wood box seemed to have grown roots, preventing him from moving even the slightest bit. Even with his Saint's strength, he was unable to throw it away.

"Dammit, how could this be? This … "What's going on?" Before the Goldlight Saint could finish his sentence, a cold aura emanated from his body.

The cold aura naturally came from the six great monk s.

"How dare you mess with us, you're courting death!"

"Kill him. Since he wanted to hand over the treasure himself, we should first kill him."

"Let's attack together and kill him."

Just as the six great monk s were about to make a move, the Goldlight Sage hurriedly threw the broken sword out of his hand. Using this method, he could reduce the number of enemies he had.

Upon seeing the broken sword fly out, three people were attracted by the broken sword and temporarily stopped their attacks. They all rushed towards the broken sword to fight over it.

The remaining three were infuriated. Without a word, they immediately launched their attacks towards Saint Golden Light.

Puff puff puff!

The three pure purple spiritual energy pillars carried a might that could even make the void tremble. They shook the surroundings, and with a loud rumble, they attacked the Goldlight Sage with their attacks.

"Dammit, there's something wrong with this rotting wooden box. Why is it so sticky?" Even my power and influence cannot be thrown out. Damn it, really damn it! "

The Goldlight Sage repeatedly cursed in his heart at the rotting wooden box, but he was completely unable to do anything to it.

Moreover, the terrifying attacks of the three great monk s were already close to him, causing him to feel incomparably stifled in his heart. At the same time, he had no choice but to go all out to resist them.

At this moment, he really wanted to shout out loud, saying that he really wasn't hiding anything, nor was he trying to tease them. However, the rotten wood box was glued to his body, rendering his roar useless.

Puff puff puff!

Three incomparably shocking Spiritual Energy pillars bombarded towards him, and he didn't dare to show even the slightest bit of carelessness.

Swish!

Resplendent rays of golden light shot out from Saint Goldlight's body as he transformed into a giant of light. Just the height of this giant was more than three hundred meters, and he had turned into a giant of golden light.

The rotting wood box had grown larger by itself, and was in perfect harmony with his body. Sage Goldlight was astonished to see that he could use this rotting wood box to train some of the three terrifying spiritual energy pillars.

With this thought in mind, Saint Goldlight activated the massive rotting wooden box in his hand and aimed it at the three astonishing spiritual energy pillars.

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

Immediately, Saint Goldlight's body was destroyed by the three terrifying ripples of spiritual energy, but fortunately, the rotting wood box was able to block a lot of the three strikes' power, allowing Saint Goldlight to survive.

Otherwise, it was highly likely that he would have been killed by the three great monk s earlier.

"Stop it, can't I give it to you? I'll give it to you. " The golden Saint had reformed, immediately shouting out these words. His words were clearly filled with dejection, nervousness, and even a pleading tone.

Yes, his voice sounded like he was begging for mercy.

If he didn't have the rotting wood box, even as a Saint, he would have been beaten to a pulp. Even if he didn't die, he would have suffered heavy injuries.

However, even with the assistance of the rotten wood box, he still received quite a heavy injury. If he were to receive another two of those injuries, he would truly be beaten to death.

Thus, he was afraid. In his heart, he was truly afraid.

When the three great monk s were prepared to attack him again, he suddenly chopped off his own arm.

Using his right hand as a blade, he chopped off his left hand, which was holding a rotting wooden box, while he was still alive.

The scene was one of blood, and the stench of blood permeated the air.

This scene caused the three great monk s who were about to attack again to stop in their tracks. They had never imagined that the Goldlight Saint would be afraid to such an extent.

"See? Stop chasing me now, I don't want it. I don't want this rotten wood box anymore."

Saying that, Saint Golden Light turned into a ray of golden light and began to frantically flee, not sparing the power of his bloodline for his life. He was afraid that he would be surrounded and attacked by the three great monk s again.

However, just as he was about to escape with his bloodline, the rotting wooden box appeared in his left hand once again.

Moreover, just as the three great monk s who had reached his severed arm were about to take action and snatch it away, they discovered that the rotten wood box had mysteriously disappeared.

When they turned to look at Saint Goldlight, they saw another rotting wooden box appear in his left hand.

Immediately, the three great monk s felt as if they had been ruthlessly slapped in the face.