Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Five: Creation of Heaven

No more detailed stats were given, not even specific spells.

"I've only been exposed to two Tier 7 Trial Gear so far, and both of them don't display specific spells, and there are two possibilities in this situation, one is that the Tier 7 equipment itself doesn't have specific spells, and the other is that the specific spells of the Tier 7 equipment are hidden functions and must be activated under certain conditions...... In any case, the feel of this Chuangtian is almost no different from that of the dragon halberd, and the weight is exactly the same, it is the most suitable weapon for me!" Zhao Feng lifted Chuangtian, flew back, and landed directly on His Highness, starting a martial arts exercise out of thin air.

P-hoo-hoo!!

Zhanjin is sharp and unstoppable!

If you sweep it, you will break it, and if you touch it, you will be disabled!

If it is said that the previous Yin and Yang Double Dragon Halberd was heavy on momentum, and supplemented by the edge, then now this Chuangtian is the perfect combination of edge and momentum, without Zhao Feng deliberately urging, the two attack styles follow each other like shadows, complement each other, and the power is above the same level!

——!!

Bang!!

Suddenly, Zhao Feng turned around and slashed, and it was actually a three-meter golden blade from the golden blade, and the golden blade carried a seventh-order power, breaking through the air, directly cutting the emperor throne into two!

"Good!!"

Zhao Feng was full of fighting spirit, beckoning, and the income of the two emperors was infinite, although the material of this emperor seat was unknown, it could be stored here, and it was by no means an ordinary product.

"With the Zhanjin Immortal Bone, the state of my physical body has been completely restored, and the hidden mission has not yet been completed, I should continue to move forward! System, is there a refinement function that focuses the killing experience on the awakening ability?" Zhao Feng asked the system for assistance, he had used the refinement function of the attribute before, according to common sense, since awakening, talent, and ability are also trial attributes, they should also be within the control of the system.

In this state, the experience gained from killing will be 100% injected into the improvement of awakening ability, and an additional 500 points will be consumed every day to maintain the refinement effect, once the refinement state is canceled, or the points are not enough to maintain, or the awakening ability is upgraded, you need to re-consume points to open. ”

"Ding! Are you sure to start the awakening refinement?"

"Sure. ”

With the opening of the awakening refinement, Zhao Feng felt that the "certain door" in the depths of his body was opened, and he could feel that his awakening ability was in a state of "growth".

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Feng bypassed the imperial seat screen and continued towards the apse......

In the empty and narrow apse, in the center stands a five-meter-high stone stele, surrounded by sixty-three white skulls, and the heavenly spirits of these skulls have a diamond-shaped trace.

Zhao Feng walked vigilantly to the stele, ready to respond to attacks from all angles at any time.

However, nothing happened.

Zhao Feng lowered his guard a little and looked up at the stone tablet in front of him: the whole body was pitch black and translucent, and there was no pattern and text on it.

"Is this a mirror?" Zhao Feng looked at himself reflected on the surface of the stone tablet, and subconsciously reached out to touch the stone tablet.

The moment he made contact with the surface of the stele, Zhao Feng unfolded a secret of the past recorded in the stele in front of his eyes:

In a certain overhead era, the emperor dominates Kyushu and the power is in the world!

In times of turmoil, the eighty-one countries brought together to kill the emperor, and the imperial dynasty declined and was about to fall.

Forced by the situation, the emperor knelt down in front of the battle, fighting for the emperor's 63 days of vitality.

The imperial dynasty had a swordsmith and was regarded as a national teacher.

I didn't get my real name, I only heard of it.

Ghost axe work, miraculous skills, so there is the name of "ghost caster", long spread inside and outside the imperial dynasty, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

The emperor returned to the court, worshiped the skills of ghosts and gods, worked hard, and forged a sword every day.

At the end of the limit of seventy-nine, the emperor cast sixty-three golden swords, and understood the method of manipulating the sword in the sky, with one person sixty-three swords, galloping on the battlefield and invincible!

The emperor destroyed the nine kingdoms, and the kings knelt down and begged for a chance to survive.

"In order to get a group of swords, I will cut off a son one day and cast it into the body of the sword, sacrifice his mother and worship it as the soul of the sword, and use the head of the son as the scabbard!"

"On the 63rd day, more than 100 people were killed, all innocent people!"

"This hatred and hatred are the demons in my heart, and you will not end well if you are involved in this hatred and hatred!"

The emperor then killed all the princes and heirs, occupied seventy-two princesses, and accepted them as harems.

At the end of the harem, cast the "Prison King Pavilion".

The emperor placed seventy-two princesses in front of the palace every day to humiliate the kings.

The emperor's demons are difficult to eliminate, and he will suffer the consequences.

The following year, the emperor collapsed, and he fell forever to Yama......

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After a long time, Zhao Feng withdrew his hand on the stone tablet, and then looked at the sixty-three heads at the mercy of the surroundings, and immediately understood: This should be the place where the emperor used to store sixty-three golden swords, and these heads are the "scabbards" of the golden sword.

"According to the law, I should have fought with sixty-three golden swords here, but only the white skull scabbard remained, and there was no trace of the golden sword...... When I was in a semi-demonic state, I once saw a figure on the emperor's throne, and when I woke up, the figure disappeared, and only Chuangtian was left on the scene. Zhao Feng began to reason, and finally set his eyes on the golden feng of Chuangtian.

"If my inference is correct......"

Zhao Feng walked up to one of the white-skull scabbards, pointed the Creation Heaven Golden Blade downward, and slowly stabbed it into the diamond-shaped gap on the skull Heavenly Spirit.

"Perfect storage...... It seems that there is no mistake. Zhao Feng sighed and immediately withdrew back to Chuangtian.

"After I passed out, the emperor in the main hall controlled sixty-three swords, fought with a certain being, and finally destroyed sixty-two golden swords, and the remaining one fused with the Yin Yang Double Dragon Halberd to become this Chuangtian, but the problem is ...... Who is fighting the Emperor?"

Zhao Feng couldn't figure it out, but at this moment, a protrusion of change in the apse:

Click......

Sixty-three heads began to tremble, and then soared into the air, their bodies transforming into white light, and surrounded Zhao Feng's body with a cold aura!

At the same time, the golden light of the demon pupil was flourishing, and Zhao Feng glimpsed the afterimage in the white light, and one of the fragments of the white light was: a young man in a noble purple gold dragon robe knelt in front of the emperor.

"For the foundation of the emperor's dynasty, the sons are willing to sacrifice themselves and cast them into golden swords!"

Half an hour later, Zhao Feng had seen all the afterimages in the sixty-three white lights, so he learned an astonishing truth: the mother and son who the emperor used to forge the sixty-three golden swords, without exception, were all the emperor's princes and concubines!

"No wonder...... No wonder the emperor could not break the magic barrier, and in the end, even the entire imperial dynasty was buried for it......"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but sigh with emotion, he could feel the remaining obsession with protecting the country in the white light.

In the end, all the white light was submerged into Jin Feng, and his edge was hidden, revealing a white color that was more in line with the overall image of Chuangtian.

"Is that so? The sixty-three golden swords were not damaged, but were classified as one ......sword," Zhao Feng sensed the new information fed back from the Creation Heavens.

I don't know if it's an illusion, after learning the origin of Chuangtian's predecessor, Zhao Feng felt that Chuangtian was a little heavy.

The hidden branch line has not yet ended, Zhao Feng packed up his mood, stepped out of the palace gate, and walked into the harem......