This time, the Overlord Ding was very strong and was not broken by the glass sword.

Qin Tian's hands were sealed, and with another push, a spiral seal was formed in the handprint, and there was a space of its own, and more than 5,000 divine stones were divided and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately after, a golden light flew out of his ring, the speed was very fast, it was unrecognizable to the naked eye, Ling Tianjian thought it was some kind of divine weapon, his face was calm, his five fingers were calmly put together, his palm was upward, and endless sword light flowed, he waved his hand, his sleeves fluttered, and a three-foot-long colorful glass sword flew out of his sleeve.

Rumble!

This golden light was incomparably brilliant, manifesting a burly figure, and terrifying flames danced around it, and he was immersed in the firelight, like a god shooting out.

It swung lightly with a fist, the air was distorted, the fist was incomparable, the momentum was like a bamboo, breaking through a heavy sword qi, the colorful glazed sword "clicked", it was directly shattered by it, turned into powder, and then this burly and tall god-like figure, close to the ground, rushed over, like a bamboo, very terrifying.

"What is this? Wind Servant Puppet? Wind Servant Puppet of Quasi-Divine Great Perfection? No, this is infinitely close to the power of the gods, how can he have this thing? Refined? This is impossible!"

Ling Tianjian was the reincarnation of the Ancient Divine Sword, erudite and talented, extraordinary, and knew the secret secrets that others did not know, and he completely understood any ancient legends.

In this life, he was reincarnated in the Golden Sword Gate of the Valley of the Wind, born with a sword body, and had an innate advantage over the sword.

He is even more self-oriented, urging the sword spirit, using the ancient secret method to condense the sword clone, and what is even more terrifying is that the sword clone can cultivate the power of rules like other monks.

The character of the Wind King, Ling Tianjian knows what others don't know, the Wind King does not belong to this world, or does not belong to this god realm.

The Wind King was indeed from other worlds, and Ling Tianjian knew that the strength of the real Wind King had actually reached the realm of the Superior Divine Venerable Great Perfection.

This time he sat here, he must have entered the legendary extraterritorial battlefield, which is a very terrible and cruel world, and it has been there before.

All of these things came together, so that Ling Tianjian was only less than twenty years old, and he had already become a god realm, that is, a god realm.

But in this way, he couldn't even refine the Wind Squire Puppet, which was something that couldn't be done, but it was done by a person who thought he was an ant, and he really couldn't accept this reality.

It was a wind puppet of the quasi-god Great Perfection, and it contained the power of rules, and there was a wind puppet in the realm of gods before.

"Boom!"

Just when Ling Tianjian was shocked, the wind puppet was already approaching him, he didn't have time to send it, the whole person rose into the sky, and the whole body exuded a fierce sword aura, and the colorful body reflected the body, changing into a glass sword body, meeting the fist of the wind servant puppet.

The wind puppet's body was straight forward, his back was straight, his eyes were flowing with the power of the storm rules, his abdomen was full of divine light, and his body was shrouded in a ball of flames, emitting brilliant light.

Boom, boom......

The wind puppet was as solid as a rock, and with a punch, it was stormy, weighing more than 10,000 jun, destroying and decaying, and the colorful glazed sword body that Ling Tian's sword turned into kept retreating, unable to stop the opponent's fist at all.

Buzz!

The air distorted, the wind golem's eyes were bright, and a punch was thrown, and this punch used up all the divine power of the whole body, and all the sources of divine power turned into the remaining divine stones were consumed.

The fist rises and falls, and the void collapses.

This punch was extremely powerful, almost the moment the Wind Servant Puppet fell, a force far greater than the quasi-god, swung out from the Wind Servant Puppet's fist, the wind surged, the void was completely distorted and deformed, and it couldn't withstand this force at all, turning the world upside down, as if the entire Wind King Ruins were turned upside down.

"Boom..."

Ling Tianjian's screams were endless, the body of the colorful glazed sword fell off inch by inch, the glow was sprinkled, and it was wiped out by the fist qi, the wind puppet was too powerful at this moment, it was comparable to a generation of gods.

Even Qin Tian on the side, there was a feeling of horror in his heart, he was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and his mantis arm was a car, and he couldn't do anything about it.

"It's just a puppet, or my puppet, how can I have such thoughts?" Qin Tiandao's heart was like a mountain, his eyes gradually calmed down, and he was no longer afraid of the power of the wind puppet.

"Poof!"

The tip of the colorful glazed sword became powder, and then, step by step, like a toppled Carlo card, all collapsed, torn apart, and was ruthlessly annihilated by the wind servant puppet, including Ling Tianjian's clone.

After the wind puppet sent out this punch, the source of divine power in his abdomen dried up, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

Qin Tian went up to observe, and he found that although the Divine Stone had activated the Wind Servant Puppet before, it was only one activation and activation, if he was not wrong in his speculation, there should be many power joints in the Wind Servant Puppet's body, that is to say, the source of divine power, and the largest source of divine power was in the abdomen of the Wind Servant Puppet.

"This source of each god is very strange, how can it be so similar to that meridian acupuncture point in the human body?

Qin Tian was like a blind man touching an elephant, his face was solemn, and he put his hand on the wind puppet, and after a long time, he didn't find any suspicion, and with a wave of his hand, he took the wind puppet back.

"Urging the wind servant puppet to ask for five thousand divine stones, it's too extravagant, it's just a money-burning loser. ”

Qin Tian couldn't help but complain, and then, he grabbed it with his big hand, and the Wind King's godhead was caught by him.

The godhead is about the size of a child's fist, prismatic, crystal clear, natural, the godhead is full of brilliance, there are three golden yellow in the corners, Qin Tian has seen the library of the Infinite Holy Courtyard, and knows that this is a low-grade godhead.

According to the records in the book, the realm of the gods is divided into four levels, which are the lower grade gods, the middle grade gods, the upper grade gods, and the extremely rare best gods.

Of course, in addition to this title, people prefer to call them lower, middle, high, and extreme.

Their godheads are also different, and the godheads of the lower gods are like what Qin Tian sees now, there are three golden threads on the edge of the godhead, which means that the comprehension of the law is not perfect enough.

The two golden threads are the middle gods, and the reason is the same, so the godhead of the high-grade gods is only a little bit of gold threads, a little law defect, and it is almost perfect.

Infinitely close to perfection does not mean true perfection, flaws are flaws, and no matter what, they cannot be made up.

According to Qin Tian's book records in the library of the inner courtyard of the Infinite Holy Courtyard, the divine personality of the legendary extreme god is intact, and it is truly natural.