The invisible sword intent that Leng Haocang condensed in the space of the Divine Kingdom, although the murderous aura was incomparable, when it fell on people, it seemed light and weak, just like a willow leaf in February.

Li Xuan, Hai Gangfeng, and Hu Yiming immediately saw a very incredible scene.

He seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, but when he lowered his head, his body was still standing in place, motionless like a wood carving clay sculpture.

Leng Haocang sighed with a look of regret: "It's a pity, I was going to let you taste the pain of being stripped of your soul inch by inch, but time is pressing, let's let you die more comfortably this time......

If it weren't for the voice that sounded in the heart lake just now, he wouldn't have let these three people go so easily.

The only sword cultivator among the Twelve God Kings somehow noticed the abnormality, and he was already halfway to the arrival, so he had to speed up his progress.

Leng Haocang waved his sleeves and caged the Yuan Shen of the three royal elders into his hand, and at the same time did not forget to look back at Zhang Tianjiu, who was wrapped in the cage of heaven and earth into a silkworm chrysalis.

It stands to reason that this ten-story building body cultivation should be about to break free from the seal, but there has been no movement from beginning to end, which is really a bit weird.

Could it be that this guy really resigned himself to giving up?

Leng Haocang shook his head and immediately denied this speculation.

Due to the fact that the body cultivation has to endure a lot of unimaginable pain in the process of quenching the body, its mind is far firmer than that of ordinary people, and no matter what desperate situation it is in, it cannot shake its will, let alone a super strong person who has cultivated to the ten-story floor.

"That's it, no matter what tricks you are playing, after Bai Yujing urges, everything will become insignificant. ”

Leng Haocang smiled faintly, decided not to waste time pondering those inconsequential little things, and put his mind on the sacrifice.

Back then, he faced a god king sword cultivator, and the joint pursuit of two god monarchs, and he never lost in the various star fields of Shenhe for several years, and that Bai Yujing was the biggest reliance.

Under the suppression of the ultimate killing law that was enough to destroy everything in the world, even the God King did not dare to take it lightly.

Although after 400,000 years, Bai Yujing will no longer be as majestic as it used to be, and at least hundreds of ancestral god-level cultivators will need to be nourished by the primordial gods to recover as before, but at this moment, it is definitely not a problem to suppress and kill a ten-story building body cultivator who is imprisoned in the space of the Divine Kingdom.

Thanks to the ubiquitous Heavenly Dao Law in the Divine River, the power of physical cultivation has been greatly weakened, and the higher and deeper the realm, the stronger the suppression, unless you get a special canonization from the God Emperor, you can get rid of this terrible constraint and exert your strongest combat power without restrictions.

For example, the middle-aged man named Xu Yuanshan among the twelve god kings.

"Come out, Wraiths......"

Leng Haocang sang in a low voice, his body became more and more illusory, almost completely connected with heaven and earth.

One after another, black phantoms came out of Leng Haocang's body.

Without exception, they were all wearing a black gown, and their faces were covered with a strong dead air, and they couldn't see their specific faces clearly.

The three Wang family Elder Yuan Gods who had just been taken away were also among them, and compared to the others, the black fog on their faces was not too obvious, probably because they had just died.

Soon, there were thousands of Yuan God puppets that came out of Leng Haocang's body, but most of them were Heavenly God Realm cultivators, and middle-level giant gods like Li Xuan, Hai Gangfeng, and Hu Yiming were still very rare.

There is no doubt that these people are all dead souls who died at the hands of "Cold Abandonment", and they were all collected by him in the end and used as a tribute to Bai Yujing.

Leng Haocang raised his hand and pointed, and the white attic suspended in mid-air began to slowly fall on the glacier ground.

Without waiting for him to speak, the thousands of monk Yuanshen puppets consciously formed a circle around Bai Yujing.

"Bye!"

With Leng Hao's low roar, more than a thousand monk Yuan Shen lowered their heads in unison, the dark body glow flickered, and a rich aura of death spread out from their bodies, and finally all of them were absorbed by the white attic.

After worshipping, the black aura of those primordial god phantoms was obviously much lighter than before.

And the twelve-story Bai Yujing, after shaking violently several times, the doors of the first to fifth floors slowly opened.

Leng Hao's face was overjoyed, and he shouted without hesitation: "Goodbye!"

More than a thousand figures bent down in unison and suddenly bowed down.

At the moment when they bowed, the dead qi in their bodies began to pour out wildly, and their bodies quickly dissipated, and some of the monk Yuan Shen, who had not cultivated high in their lifetime, were completely wiped out at this moment.

After the second prayer, there were less than 400 of the original 1,000 people.

The doors of Bai Yujing's sixth to eighth floors were successfully opened.

Leng Haocang's expression was extremely indifferent, and he lightly spit out two words in his mouth: "Three worships." ”

"Boom!"

After this worship, the remaining four hundred Dao Yuan Gods also collapsed in shape and disappeared into smoke and dust in this world.

The door of the ninth floor of the white high-rise building is opened!

An indescribable terrifying coercion, with an aura of tyranny, killing, and destruction, soared into the sky.

"Now is it!"

Leng Haocang's whole person also flew up in the air, stepped in front of Zhang Tianjiu in one step, and suddenly pressed his palm on the heaven and earth cage!

"Click......"

As if a heavy eggshell had been broken, a white spiritual power barrier containing countless rule powers cracked open from the middle, revealing a figure.

Zhang Tianjiu's eyes were closed, like an old monk in a fixed place, unaware of the changes in the outside world.

Leng Haocang's eyes flickered, and then he sneered: "The catastrophe is coming, it's useless to just pretend to be dead, you can only blame you for believing the wrong person, being used as a pawn by that person, and now that I have fulfilled it, it is not an insult to your body." ”

He was so close to Zhang Tianjiu that he could even clearly feel that the surging vitality contained in this powerful body was enough to make the heart of any monk in the world excited.

After half a pillar of incense, this body will belong to him.

Rao is in the realm of Leng Haocang's cultivation, and it is inevitable that he will be a little agitated and short of breath at this moment.

In the past 400,000 years, he has always lived carefully, and he has been willing to succumb to such a weak and powerful family as the King of the Holy Light Continent, and has spent 60,000 years as a cold abandonment.

Every minute and every moment, he was thinking about being able to walk the world with his original name in the open, enjoying the fearful and admiring gaze in the eyes of the world when they looked up at him.

Good thing in this scene...... Not far off.

Sight.

It only needs to destroy the primordial spirit of this junior's body cultivation.

Leng Haocang waved his big sleeves, and a black long sword flew out from the first floor of Bai Yujing, and when he passed the glacier in the air, the terrifying sword qi was like plowing the land of an old ox pulling a coulter, leaving a huge ravine.

This sword is called "Mo Li", and the sword body is forged from thousands of ancient Mo Jiao main heart bones, which is the trophy of Leng Haocang after he killed a beginner ancestor sword cultivator more than 400,000 years ago, and in terms of sharpness, it is enough to rank among the top 30 among the many famous swords in Kamigawa.

However, such a sword, which could only be regarded as the existence of the bottom in Bai Yujing, was placed on the first layer.

"Bang!"

The first sword accurately stabbed the center of Zhang Tianjiu's eyebrows between his eyes, and under the skillful control of the force, the sword qi did not hurt his body at all, and even his clothes were not damaged at all, all of them penetrated into his soul.

It is not easy to separate a ten-story building body cultivator from his body, Leng Haocang understands that with his current realm, it is impossible to do it, and the only way to do it is to use sword qi to forcibly disperse the divine soul in Zhang Tianjiu's body, turning it into an ownerless empty shell.

Leng Haocang didn't want to delay for a moment, and the second sword shot out from the second floor of Bai Yujing, like a white rainbow hanging in the air.

The name of this sword also happens to be called "Chopping Rainbow." ”

Legend has it that in ancient times, when this sword was just forged, the craftsman grandmaster who had the best swordsmanship in Kamigawa couldn't think of a suitable sword name, and when he was upset, he just looked up and saw a gorgeous rainbow hanging in the depths of the sky, and subconsciously waved his hand and slashed out with a sword.

The rainbow thousands of miles away was cut off by the waist, and the name of the sword came from this.

"Chopping Rainbow" was nailed to the center of Zhang Tianjiu's eyebrows, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a burst of dazzling colorful light bloomed, all of which were submerged into his body without exception, and began to cut his soul wantonly.

With two swords in a row, Leng Haocang didn't even look at the result, and waved his sleeves for the third time.

If a ten-story building body cultivator soul was so easily shattered, then he didn't have to go to such great lengths, but fortunately, on the twelfth floor of Bai Yujing, the killing sword qi of the twelve flying swords, the first floor was higher than the first floor, and the power increased tenfold.

If the sword of the twelve-story building is sacrificed, the god king will surely die.

It's a pity that the primordial gods that were sacrificed just now are far from enough, and it is already the limit to be able to support the opening of the ninth layer of Bai Yujing, unless you add hundreds of high-level ancestral gods or several primordial gods of the gods.

The third sword is called "Chengying", and after flying out, only the hilt of the sword is missing.

However, the void of heaven and earth was instantly filled with a huge sword qi, and it let out bursts of hiss.

"Boom!"

The flying sword hit Zhang Tianjiu's eyebrows, and finally his body shook for the first time, and a look of pain appeared between his eyebrows, obviously his soul was suffering tragic damage.

From beginning to end, Zhang Tianjiu never resisted or dodged once, and he didn't even open his eyes, as if the whole person was imprisoned by an invisible force, and he could only stand there and bear the devastation of Bai Yujing's sword after sword.

Leng Haocang was also a little surprised by this at first, thinking that he was playing tricks, but now he had another more reliable guess.

It should be that the person behind the scenes did something secretly.

Otherwise, looking at the entire Kamigawa, who has the ability to make a ten-story building body cultivator become what it is now.

Sacrificing three flying swords in one breath, Leng Haocang's physical body was also a little unbearable, and his already illusory body became even more ethereal, almost almost like those monk primordial gods.

In fact, it is precisely by relying on his own powerful divine soul and the power of the rules of the divine space that he has been able to support until now.

"Hurry up...... Hurry up!"

Leng Haocang's face showed a touch of hideousness, and he gritted his teeth and sacrificed the fourth sword.

"Huh!"

What flew out of Bai Yujing this time was a huge black iron sword, rusty on the outside, and extremely slow.

Just after it appeared, the other three famous swords that were originally hovering around Zhang Tianjiu's head seemed to be very afraid of it, and they actually retreated a large distance at the same time.

It was the same as when a sheep on the grassland saw a pack of lions, tigers and wolves.

The black giant sword flew towards Zhang Tianjiu so slowly, as if the king was inspecting his territory.