Chapter 1221 Three-Rank Artifact
2022-07-10
Author: Mu Youcai O
Chapter 1221 Three-Rank Artifacts
The gap between Nascent Soul, Yaozun, and Gods is very large.
After this Nascent Soul player ‘exploded the seed’, he could smash the peak demon lord Hei Chang. His strength is definitely the top one among the Nascent Soul cultivators, but in front of Li Kuo, he is still the best. It’s not enough to see, and Li Kuo’s random move was hit hard.
As for the other Nascent Soul players, it was even more unbearable, and they were directly crushed into ice sculptures by Li Kuo with the Ice and Snow God Realm.
“It’s a god!” The face of the ‘explosive seed’ player suddenly changed!
His reaction speed is also extremely fast. After knowing that the person in front of him is a god-level person, he immediately followed the trend of throwing and dashed backwards!
“Want to escape?” Li Kuo snorted coldly.
Then I saw an ice and snow barrier as thick as a city wall appear out of thin air, in front of the ‘explosive’ player.
As soon as the ice and snow barrier emerged, a sword tip with dazzling brilliance pierced through the ice and snow barrier.
The tip of the sword slashed down, and the ice and snow barrier was torn apart.
The ‘Explosive Seed’ player held a dazzling lightsaber and pierced through it, but his figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, with a desperate expression on his face.
Because at this moment, Li Kuo was floating in front of him, looking at him with a cold expression.
“Your sword is not bad, it should be a divine sword.” Li Kuo said coldly.
He took a fancy to the lightsaber in the hand of the ‘Explosive Seed’ player.
An ordinary sword could not cut through the ice and snow barrier he had set up, but this lightsaber could easily cut through his ice and snow barrier, which was very telling.
Seeing what Li Kuo said, the ‘exploding seed’ player gritted his teeth and threw the lightsaber in his hand at Li Kuo, respectfully saying, “This sword is indeed a divine sword. I would like to give it to the great god, just for my life!”
Hearing this, Li Kuo hesitated a little.
Heijiao Heichang rushed over at this moment, dragging his injured body, and shouted, “The demon god can’t spare him! The hatred has already settled. If he is allowed to leave like this, he will definitely take revenge!
” Yan was in a hurry: “Great God, I swear to God, I will never…”
However, before his words were finished, Li Kuo was already holding the sword of protecting the country and stabbed him with a sword!
The ‘Explosive Seed’ player had a desperate expression on his face, but even at this moment, he still did not give up his struggle.
The lightsaber that he threw at Li Kuo burst into an extremely dazzling light at this moment, and greeted the protector of the country sword in Li Kuo’s hand, but was slashed and flew out by the protector of the country.
The Sword of Protection of the Nation continued to move forward like a broken bamboo, and instantly pierced the head of this ‘explosive’ player…
Xiao
Zhi didn’t know about the series of things that happened outside.
At this time, Xiao Zhi was holding a small black umbrella. In the small black space, he was watching Luo Yiyi’s soul slashing, and at the same time, he was also monitoring the every move of the spirit of the devil temple.
He suddenly moved in his heart and sensed that Li Kuo was contacting him.
“Master, I just killed a few Nascent Souls who came to this world to take risks and harvested a divine sword. I would like to dedicate this divine sword to the master.” Li Kuo said to Xiao Zhi through his thoughts.
‘Having cut off a few Nascent Souls and harvested a divine sword? ‘ Xiao Zhi was slightly startled.
Through his mind, he replied by voice transmission: “The Yuanying cultivator actually has a divine sword on his body? Then this Yuanying cultivator should be very difficult, right?”
“It’s really not easy. Hei Chang was severely injured by him in a single encounter. However, he is only a Nascent Soul after all. No matter how strong he is, he can’t be stronger than a god. He was easily killed by me.” Xiao Zhi replied.
Xiao Zhi replied through his thoughts: “I am very relieved to have Brother Li, you are guarding outside. I am protecting the law for Luo Yiyi now. After Luo Yiyi has cut off his soul, I will come out and take a look at this divine sword.”
Although Divine Sword is attractive, Xiao Zhi still feels that protecting Luo Yiyi is more important.
“Okay.” Li Kuo replied through his mind.
Xiao Zhi thought for a while, and then said through his mind: “Brother Li, if there is a god-level attack outside, you must notify me as soon as possible, and then call out the Cang Qing Snake and let him help in the battle.”
Li Kuo After being silent for a while, he replied through the sound transmission of his mind: “Master, are you afraid that behind these Nascent Soul cultivators, there will be gods following them?
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“Okay, I understand, I will be careful.” Li Kuo was silent for a while, and replied through his mind.
After the conversation, Xiao Zhi discarded his distracting thoughts and continued to watch Luo Yiyi kill his soul in the small black space.
Luo Yiyi’s soul beheading is still proceeding in an orderly manner.
Time passed by minute by minute. When Luo Yiyi controlled the black blade with his mind and cut off a line that was slightly thicker than a hair, Xiao Zhi only felt that the Luo Yiyi in his eyes seemed to have become illusory, and His memory of Roy Yi also became blurred.
Xiao Zhi instantly wanted to understand that the soul silk that Luo Yiyi had just cut off should be related to him, so that he would have the feeling of being talented just now.
However, according to Zhen Lan, the gods are detached from the world and are different from the mortal souls. Even if the soul-killer cuts off all connections with the gods, the gods can perceive the existence of the soul-killer and remember about the beheading. All things of the soul.
This is indeed the case. When the soul silk was cut off, Xiao Zhi’s memory of Luo Yiyi was only blurred for a while, and then became clear again…
The time was still passing minute by minute.
And with the passage of time, Luo Yiyi, who was able to deal with it calmly before, now her face has become a bitter melon face, showing an expression of extreme pain, and her soul body is a bit illusory in pain.
“Luo Yiyi, hold on, there are only seventeen soul threads left, as long as you cut them all, you will win.” Seeing Luo Yiyi’s soul body convulsing in pain, he didn’t wave the knife for a long time, Xiao said. Zhi finally couldn’t help but say a word.
“Who? Whose voice is this?” Luo Yiyi, who was full of pain, raised her head slightly, her eyes were dim and without light.
“I’m in so much pain, I’m so in pain!…” With just a slight gesture of raising his head, Royyi’s soul body was so painful that his entire face became distorted.
“Cut it off, as long as you cut off this line in front of you, all the pain you are suffering now will disappear.” A voice like a magic whistle said, this is the voice of the spirit of the devil temple.
“Really?” Luo Yiyi seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and even her dull eyes had a ray of light at this moment.
“Of course it’s true, you’ll know if you try it.” The pure black shape transformed by the spirit of the Demon Temple said.
“Then let me try.” Royyi murmured in pain, the pitch-black knife as thin as a cicada’s wings finally moved at this moment and flew towards the soul silk in front of Royyi.
“Quick, you must move quickly, so that you won’t feel pain.” The pure black figure transformed by the spirit of the devil’s temple made a sound like a magic whistle again.
“You have to move fast so you can’t feel the pain…” Royyi murmured, her expression suddenly stern!
Under the control of her mind, the pitch-black knife slashed through the soul silk in front of her like lightning.
Hearing a light sound of chi, the soul silk snapped, collapsed inch by inch, and dissipated in the void.
“Ah!!” Luo Yiyi let out a harsh scream, and the pain was so painful that her body almost collapsed.
She looked so miserable, Xiao Zhi couldn’t bear to see it.
It wasn’t until a quarter of an hour passed that Luo Yiyi stopped screaming, and the convulsions of his soul slowly stopped.
The pure black figure standing quietly in front of Luo Yiyi like a statue, said at this time: “Have you seen the line beside you? It is the source of all pain. Freed from the pain.”
Xiao Zhi heard its voice, like a demon whispering.
‘The routine of this thing is really deep enough. ‘ Xiao said firmly.
“You lied to me… You didn’t say before… If you cut off that line, I can…” Luo Yiyi said with a painful expression, at this moment, her soul is riddled with holes, even if she doesn’t do anything , She also felt tingling and excruciating pain all over her body.
The pure black figure said: “I’m sorry, I just read it wrong, that line is not, this line is.”
“Remember, the speed of the knife must be fast, so that you will not feel pain. ”
Xiao Zhi: “…”
What the Spirit of the Devil’s Temple is doing now has completely refreshed his understanding of the Spirit of the Devil’s Temple.
Both cunning and shameless.
This made Xiao Zhi even a little suspicious, is this really just an existence like an artifact?
But then again, although the Spirit of the Devil’s Temple is a bit shameless, this trick is really useful.
After all, under the extreme pain, Luo Yiyi was no longer able to think about anything. The constant loss of memory made her thinking ability drop a bit and became even more stretched.
It didn’t take long for Luo Yiyi to fall into the trap again under its flickering.
She saw a stern expression on her face, controlling the black blade, and slashing out like lightning, cutting the line beside her neatly.
“Ah!!” Royyi screamed in pain again, spasming in pain.
Next, every time Luo Yiyi cut a line, it was extremely tormented, and the process was very long.
Fortunately, although the process was difficult, the soul threads around Luo Yiyi were cut off one by one.
Only the last and thickest ten soul threads remained.
There are only eight left…
There
are only five left… Under the
black umbrella, Xiao Zhi stared at Luo Yiyi, a worried expression appeared on his face, worried about Luo Yiyi’s current state.
Luo Yiyi’s condition has become worse and worse. Her soul body is like a broken porcelain doll, which is completely devastated, as if it may collapse at any time.
As far as Luo Yiyi’s current state is concerned, it is really hard to say whether he can continue to persevere until the moment when the soul cutting ends.
‘Let’s make a wish for her again. ‘ Xiao said firmly.
Xiao Zhi made a wish for Luo Yiyi through his ability to ‘speak and follow the law’ again, but after this wish, the divine power in his body did not decrease in the slightest, which means that this wish failed and did not produce any Effect.
Xiao Zhi’s heart sank, and he said to the spirit of the Demon Temple in the pure black space: “Devil, what do you think of Luo Yiyi’s current situation?”
“Not very good.” The demon was silent for a while, Transsion answered Xiao Zhi.
“Then is there any way to help her?” Xiao Zhi said.
“No, everything that can be done has been done, and then it’s up to fate.” The Spirit of the Devil’s Temple replied through voice transmission.
Xiao Zhi was silent.
To be honest, he values Luo Yiyi very much, and very much hopes that Luo Yiyi can kill his soul successfully.
After all, Luo Yiyi is the player who is most likely to break through to the god realm after him.
If Luo Yiyi can successfully kill the soul, the pressure on him can also be relieved a lot…
At this time, in the outside world.
Li Kuo sat cross-legged on the black ball, and the realm of the gods shrouded all directions.
The divine sword obtained from the ‘explosive seed’ player was lying on Li Kuo’s knees at this moment.
This divine sword used to be radiant with dazzling white light, like a lightsaber, but with the death of its owner, the light on its sword body dissipated, leaving only crystal clear.
Li Kuo was looking at it carefully.
He had been in this position, looking at the sword for a long time.
Hei Chang transformed the body of the Hei Jiao, and was coiling on the top of the canyon, licking the wound. This is a healing method for the Hei Jiao family.
The players of Dachang World have also landed on the top of the canyon at this time, and no longer vacated.
After all, flying into the air also requires the consumption of true energy, and low-level monks like the foundation-building monks cannot maintain the sky for a long time.
A Golden Core player in Dachang World stood up at this moment, bowed to Li Kuo and said, “Master Monster God, can you take a look at this divine sword with me?”
Li Kuo’s face showed a hint of surprise . Expression, he did not expect this little cultivator to have the courage to talk to him.
After thinking for a while, Li Kuo waved his hand, and the divine sword floated towards the player.
The Jindan player respectfully took it, but felt the tentacles were cold. This was because the blade of this divine sword was covered with a thin layer of frost.
This layer of frost is a layer of restriction imposed by Li Kuo on this divine sword. If this layer of restriction did not exist, this divine sword would have long since escaped.
Even with this layer of restriction, this divine sword trembled lightly, trying to break the seal.
The golden core player carefully held the frosted divine sword in his hand and looked at it carefully.
The other players also came over and looked at the divine sword curiously.
After looking at it for a while, one player couldn’t help but exclaimed: “Chase the lightsaber! The third-grade artifact, this is the third-grade artifact!”
After seeing the line of system description that appeared in front of the other players, they also All had surprised expressions on their faces, shocked by the grade of this divine sword.
Li Kuo naturally heard the exclamations of the players.
A look of surprise appeared on his face.
What the hell is going on with these people? Even a god-level man could not accurately identify the grade of this divine sword. How could these middle- and low-level monks be able to identify it?
But looking at the various performances of these monks, it does not seem to be fake.
The players were all exclaiming, the player at the peak of the Golden Core, looking at this divine sword, seemed to think of something, but his face changed!
(End of this chapter)