Nine Dragons War Sovereign

Boom!

Thunder rumbled in the palace mausoleum.

Mo Qi immediately spat out blood, and his body flew out, while Ye Ling spanned across the sky, the Buried Skies Coffin in his hand instantly moving up.

"Die!"

Ye Ling who was rushing over revealed a face of astonishment, the Buried Skies Coffin in his hands suddenly dropped, and quickly smashed towards Mo Qi.

Mo Qi's expression changed, her entire body was covered in black light, and when Ye Ling struck down, she only saw him disappearing into thin air.

Boom!

With one strike, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. Violent winds rose in all directions.

Waves of air filled the sky, and the fleeing Mo Qi was suddenly sent flying.

Plop!

Mo Qi fell to the ground, blood flowing out of her mouth. She looked at Ye Ling with wide eyes and said, "Buried Skies Coffin? Why is it in your hands? "

The Buried Skies Coffin, the supreme divine weapon of the Blood God, was a weapon that could contend against the Heavenly Dao. He had naturally heard of it before, but he had never thought that it would actually be in Ye Ling's hands.

"It's not in my hands, what can you do about it?"

Ye Ling bellowed, after he said that, he suddenly waved his hand, causing Buried Skies Coffin to instantly escape his hand, and turned into a rainbow beam that shot towards Mo Qi.

Mo Qi's expression became dark. He clenched his teeth and suddenly stepped forward. The giant black axe in his hand came down from the sky.

Clang!

With a loud noise, the Buried Skies Coffin was immediately pushed back. Taking advantage of this, Mo Qi instantly turned into an afterimage, and pounced straight at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's expression congealed, he raised his hand and suddenly waved it, releasing a purple rainbow that streaked across the sky.

Boom! *

The huge axe that Mo Qi was swinging at him directly exploded into pieces. The terrifying explosive power directly pushed Mo Qi back a few steps.

Thump! Thump!

Mo Qi's expression was sinister, she glared at Ye Ling with her fangs raised, her right hand was bleeding, and her giant axe was crippled, almost causing him to lose an arm.

"Whiz!"

Ye Ling waved his hand and the Purple Sky Sword flew back into his grasp. While Mo Qi was retreating and glaring at him, Ye Ling's eyes suddenly widened.

Boom!

Ye Ling went berserk, his Sword Qi struck the sky and all the ten thousand swords attacked in unison, destroying the world.

Mo Qi's expression suddenly changed, she quickly clasped her hands, striking out with a move, a terrifying black light instantly drowned the rain of swords in the sky.

Bang!

The sky exploded with the sound of thunder. The palace had almost collapsed, and rubble flew everywhere as the strong winds howled.

Ye Ling's face revealed fear, feeling the incoming terrifying wave, he quickly retreated.

However, just as Ye Ling was retreating, Mo Qi actually saw the opportunity and suddenly flew forward, her fist blocking the sun.

Puff puff!

Ye Ling was no match for her, and was directly blown back while spitting out blood. Facing Mo Qi's fierce attack, he actually didn't have any chance to retaliate.

Mo Qi knew that Ye Ling's methods were impressive, and naturally gave him no more time to use them. As a result, she gave it her all, making it difficult for Ye Ling to breathe.

Bang bang!

Mo Qi's fist was like a star, his strength was terrifying to the extreme.

Ye Ling's expression turned serious, Mo Qi made a decisive move, her attack was extremely powerful, the gale wind had cut her face like a blade.

"You want to play fist with me?"

Ye Ling smiled widely, close combat was his strong point, but seeing that Mo Qi was actually courting death, he would naturally not be the least bit polite.

Bang bang!

Ye Ling unleashed all his firepower, causing his Tenth Order blood to burst out. His fists shot out like a rainbow, lightning and fire scattered everywhere, his fists colliding with each other in an extremely berserk manner.

Bang!

The collision between the two was earth-shattering. Terrifying waves of air explosions surged in all directions, shaking the palace and making it unsteady.

Jian Wan Ting, who was in the distance, was extremely shocked when she saw that Ye Ling and Mo Qi were actually equally matched when fighting in close combat.

She knew that the dark race was most proud of their physique, because they were born with the strongest physique. That was the protection granted by the Heavenly Dao.

However, Ye Ling's physique was actually comparable to that of the Darkness clan, such fighting strength was truly shocking.

When Ye Ling was fighting with Mo Qi, the Sword Saint on the altar had long been reborn, his body was full of energy, and he was glowing.

It was a pity that although the Cyan Phoenix could grant the Sword Saint a life, it could not condense his primordial spirit. Therefore, at the moment, the Sword Saint was just a shell without a soul.

"Hu …!"

The green flames dispersed and the Cyan Phoenix transformed into a petite body, directly collapsing on the ground. Its face was extremely pale and it looked weak.

Because she had expended too much energy and was somewhat exhausted, she appeared to be extremely weak at the moment.

On the altar, after the green flames had disappeared, a powerful glow emanated from Sword Saint's body. The thick Qi in his body revolved on its own, causing the void to tremble and fill the air with exclamations.

"What?"

Mo Qi who was fighting with Ye Ling suddenly felt a terrifying aura, she anxiously turned and looked at the altar behind her.

When he saw the energy surging within the Sword Saint's body, he could not believe it. Gritting his teeth, he stared at the Sword Saint in disbelief.

Boom! *

On the other side, Ye Ling saw that Mo Qi was distracted, but he had a sly smile on his face as he punched forward. The five colored lightning arced around his fist, and the berserk attack was extremely shocking.

"What... "Ahhh!" Mo Qi sensed that something was amiss, she just reacted, only to see Ye Ling's fist approaching her, shocking her to the point that she was not finished, and directly causing her to scream miserably in pain.

Puff!

Mo Qi's head instantly exploded, blood splattering in all directions.

Ye Ling's face was extremely vicious as he waved his hand to release a wild bolt of lightning, instantly drowning the beheaded Feng Mo Qi within, and using the thunder to strike him, he would never be able to turn the situation around.

Boom boom!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, sparks flew everywhere, Mo Qi's body instantly turned into ashes, and she instantly disappeared in front of Ye Ling.

Whoosh!

When Ye Ling saw that Mo Qi had been killed, he nearly fell down on his butt and took a deep breath.

Calming down the agitation in his heart, Ye Ling turned to look in the direction of the altar. When he saw the Sword Saint sitting there unmoving and well, he was slightly surprised.

"It seems like everything was futile. Without a primordial spirit to control, what kind of resurrection method is this?"

Ye Ling shook his head and laughed bitterly. He had a clear conscience and everything he did was in accordance with Jian Wanting's request. Now that the Sword Saint's body had been revived, it did not matter to him at all.

Ye Ling stepped in front of Jian Wanting, raised his hand and touched his nose, saying, "I tried my best, Cyan Phoenix told me before, it was impossible to save your father."

Jian Wan Ting's eyes stared straight ahead. Right now, her mind was filled with the scene of Ye Ling killing Mo Qi, and only when Ye Ling came closer and opened his mouth did she realize that the battle had ended with the end of the scripture.

"You … Just do your best. "

"I, Jian Wanting, will keep my promise. You can leave now."

Jian Wan Ting retracted her gaze, and looked at Ye Ling with a dazed expression, nodding her head slightly. Surprisingly, she wasn't angry at all?

Ye Ling's expression froze. He did not understand Jian Wanting's appearance, but he had already done his best. This unexpected battle had left him exhausted.

Thinking about how it was filled with danger while Emperor Huang and the others were waiting for him outside the cave, Ye Ling naturally did not linger around.

"Good!" Take care of yourself. "

Ye Ling looked at Jian Wanting for a long time, then turned and summoned his Cyan Phoenix back into his body. He quickly headed towards the direction of the Long Palace.

Jian Wanting looked at Ye Ling's leaving figure, she was actually biting her lips and revealing a resentful expression. However, the emotions in her heart were mixed, and it was difficult for her to vent out her hatred.

Ye Ling left!

The interior of the palace was extremely desolate. Jian Wanting stood up in a daze, swaying her body as she slowly walked towards the altar.

When she got closer to the altar, she saw that her father was full of vitality and his strength was recovering. Jian Wanting actually shed two streams of tears.

"Father, your daughter has finally done it?"

Jian Wanting smiled with tears in her eyes. She looked at her father who had yet to open his eyes, but she seemed so engrossed and affectionate.

"Wan Ting, thank you for helping me."

As Jian Wanting stood there motionlessly, a voice filled with a vicissitudes of life suddenly came from her body.

Following the appearance of the voice, Jian Wanting actually emitted a purple glow from her body. Following that, a figure walked out of Jian Wanting's body. Her entire body was enveloped by the purple glow, emitting a terrifying aura of sword intent.

As this person left Jian Wanting's body, Jian Wanting's face turned pale. She fell to the ground and looked extremely weak.

"Father …" Jian Wanting looked at the person shrouded in purple light, and called him father?

That's right!

That was Jian Wanting's father, but he was only a strand of the Sword Saint's primordial spirit and did not belong to the complete him.

The Sword Saint knew that his life was in danger and that was why when he was about to die, he had left his primordial spirit in his daughter's body in order to survive until today.

Jian Wanting had always known about this, and it was because she knew that her father still had a chance to live, that was why she gave it her all.

If Ye Ling knew that Jian Wanting had lied to him and used his benevolent side, he was afraid that Ye Ling would fly into a rage.

Therefore, when Jian Wan Ting purposely let Ye Ling leave, she revealed a look of sorrow, making Ye Ling believe that the Sword Saint truly did not have the ability to turn back the sky.

The Sword Saint who appeared had his back facing his daughter. He shook his head and sighed before transforming into a beam of violet light that flew into the center of Fang Jian's fleshly body on the altar.

Boom! *

With the return of his primordial spirit, a blinding light burst forth from Sword Saint's body. The endless sword intent within his body let out a shocking cry. The current Sword Saint was like a sharp sword, emitting a sharp light that no one could conceal.

Just as Sword Saint's primordial spirit was about to fuse with his new body, a wisp of black light appeared in the sky above the palace.

This person was actually Mo Qi, who was killed by these attacks?

His eyes were wide open as he looked at the Sword Saint on the altar and thought, "Little bitch, so it turns out that the Sword Saint's origin soul has always been in her body. What a joke, that foolish brat was played around by someone!"

"Mo Qi?"

Just as Mo Qi was laughing mockingly at Ye Ling's foolishness, Jian Wan Ting, who was below, suddenly sensed Mo Qi's presence.

When she saw Mo Qi safely appear, Jian Wanting's face immediately turned pale, unable to believe that Mo Qi was still alive.

"Humph!" Bitch, wait for me to destroy your father's primordial spirit, then I'll teach you a lesson! "

When Mo Qi saw that he had been discovered, he sneered and glared at Jian Wanting. With an angry shout, he turned into a black shadow and charged towards the altar where Supreme Wind Sword was.