The Art of the Great Sword

Lin Wuliang sacrificed himself. When the power of the seal on the altar acted on him, it was difficult for him, a monk in the middle-grade creation realm, to break it.

In this situation, he already felt that the fire of his life was passing away quickly.

Originally, he thought that Fang Qingyang and his group would save him, but he did not expect that at this critical moment, Fang Qingyang would turn a blind eye.

Even after he sacrificed himself, it became an opportunity for Fang Qingyang to observe the changes in the altar.

Not long after, Lin Wuliang was completely silent.

At this moment, everyone turned their attention to the altar. Lin Wuliang was dead and his body disappeared from the altar.

The substances that made up Lin Buliang's body were all affected by the power of the altar. In the end, Lin Buliang only left some incomplete impurities on the altar.

"What kind of power is this altar filled with? How could a monk at the middle level of creation become like this?"

"The altar is weird, and the power contained within it may be difficult for us to resist."

"Lin Wuliang has been sacrificed, why is there no movement at the altar?"

"Let's take a look first. There will probably be some movement soon."

"..."

Everyone was observing the altar, wanting to see what changes would happen after Lin Wuliang was sacrificed on the altar.

Just when everyone was paying attention to the altar, the spiritual patterns engraved on the altar suddenly bloomed with bursts of light.

The light was blood red, and at the same time there was a pressure centered on the altar, gradually spreading towards everyone.

The pressure just spread out, and everyone didn't feel much. However, as the light from the spiritual patterns on the altar became more and more powerful, everyone gradually felt the pressure.

The first ones to bear the brunt are those monks who have just entered the Creation Realm. Facing the power emanating from the altar, they feel like they are carrying a heavy weight.

Followed closely were the monks in the middle-grade creation realm. When the power on the altar spread out at this moment, even the existences in the high-grade creation realm were affected by this coercion.

"The pressure emanating from this altar is so powerful?"

Fang Qingyang now also felt a gravity acting on his body, making him feel even heavier.

However, he directly used the Dragon Transformation Technique to transform himself into a mighty five-clawed golden dragon.

The five-clawed golden dragon is about ten feet in size, and his body is filled with dragon power.

When the dragon's power spread from his body, all the monks who were closer to him, under the influence of this dragon's power, immediately found that the gravity acting on them had disappeared.

Su Luochuan saw Fang Qingyang transform into a ten-foot-sized five-clawed golden dragon. He was a little surprised and said: "You had such a body shape when you first entered the Creation Realm. Now that your cultivation has been upgraded to the middle-grade Creation Realm, your body shape has not grown." big?"

Fang Qingyang said: "I haven't practiced my Dragon Transformation Technique yet. Now I can continue to grow bigger."

As the voice fell, his size expanded again, turning into a twelve-foot-sized five-clawed golden dragon.

Not only that, the dragon power emanating from him was even stronger at this moment.

The appearance of Long Wei resisted the pressure that erupted from the altar.

When everyone was no longer affected by this coercion, they all turned their attention to the altar.

Lin Wuliang was only at the middle level of creation, but after he sacrificed himself, why did he let the altar burst out with such powerful power?

Just when everyone was paying attention to the altar, something suddenly changed in the sky above the altar.

There was a burst of space power that appeared above the altar without any warning, and a bloody sword suddenly appeared on top of the altar.

When the bloody long sword appeared, a cold air enveloped everyone. Even with the influence of Fang Qingyang's dragon power, they felt a huge threat.

After realizing their current situation, everyone's mood changed drastically.

The sharp energy made everyone feel like they were being tortured by Lingchi, and the severe pain came, making everyone howl in agony.

"Uhh... damn, what kind of power is this?"

"I'm afraid this kind of power can't be unleashed by a Creation Realm monk, right?"

"It hurts! My whole body hurts. What on earth is going on?"

"There's something weird about this sword. It's this sword that's attacking us!"

"..."

As soon as the long sword appeared, everyone howled miserably.

Fortunately for Fang Qingyang, when the sharp energy fell on him, his space creation power transferred the sharp energy to other places, saving him from danger.

But the monks under his command were suffering from severe pain.

Even Su Luochuan looked pale, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain without saying a word.

There were a few monks who endured it as hard as he did, but the pain seemed to act directly on their souls, making it difficult for them to resist.

Fang Qingyang looked at the bloody sword while paying attention to the other monks. He found that those monks who were howling miserably did not have any wounds on their bodies.

But the miserable howls coming from their mouths proved that they were suffering from severe pain.

What's going on with this long sword?

Unable to figure out the deep meaning of the long sword that appeared on the altar, Fang Qingyang simply took out the Dragon Emperor Sword from his own small world.

As soon as the Dragon Emperor Sword appeared, it trembled slightly, as if it had encountered a favorite prey and was ready to hunt it well.

Fang Qingyang felt the emotions coming from his Dragon Emperor Sword, and he directly swung the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand and slashed at the blood-colored long sword on the altar.

"Kill!"

A cold word "kill" came out of his mouth, and an extremely terrifying power suddenly burst out from his body.

On the Dragon Emperor Sword, the sharp sword light directly crossed the distance of space and fell on the blood-colored long sword.

In an instant, a blood-colored figure suddenly rushed out from the blood-colored long sword. The figure gave people the feeling of a real dragon, and it was roaring angrily.

Roar...

A roar, soul-stirring, Fang Qingyang was affected by the sound at the first time, and was dizzy by the roar.

The other cultivators were even worse off.

They rolled on the ground holding their heads, and those cultivators who had just entered the realm of creation were even more yelling. The annoying yelling made Fang Qingyang feel overwhelmed!

"What on earth is going on?"

Fang Qingyang used all his strength to operate the Dragon Transformation Technique, while increasing his dragon power to the extreme, while offsetting the impact of the roar, and observing the blood-colored long sword.