"The Hundred Kings Dao Seal has actually manifested, and it can naturally suppress the Quartet Void, and when the power in the altar gathers to the limit, you will use the power of the Yuan God to carve the soul seal on the essence of this spirit sword!"

As Wu Yanzi's voice sounded, Ye Han felt his spirit perk, raised his hand and pointed to the void, and a huge black ice ice appeared, smashing heavily to the bottom of the altar.

The rhyme of ten thousand paths blends with each other, and the vast power shakes the void. In this Ten Thousand Dao Altar, the biting cold aura contained in the Xuan Ice didn't seem to be so strong.

Even if Ye Han sat face to face with him, he only felt a trace of chill on his body, and it did not form a thick frost like before.

Obviously, in this altar of ten thousand paths, the mysterious and obscure power was suppressed even by the extremely cold aura.

As time passed, the divine patterns in this altar seemed to have all lit up, and in the void of the sea of stars that Ye Han perceived, the divine lights hanging above the sky that contained vast power also seemed to have faded and turned into divine seals of different colors.

The bright light reflected down, evolving into a vast divine light in this week, and the terrifying aura made Ye Han feel a sense of suffocation, as if they were now in the center of the whirlpool.

Although the center of the whirlpool is calm, as long as you take half a step out of this square circle, you will be torn to pieces by the howling wind, which is the so-called line between life and death.

When this vast divine light had obviously reached its peak, Ye Han took a deep breath, raised his hand and raised his fingers, gathered all the power of the primordial gods in the sea of consciousness to his index finger, and then pointed at the hilt of the Dao sword in the gap in the Xuan Ice.

Faint fluctuations spread from this void, and above that Dao Sword, an invisible force slowly gathered, and then under Ye Han's index finger, an illusory Dao seal gradually condensed.

This Dao seal is reflected in this void, it seems to be the size of a palm, and there are no complicated lines in it, but between the lines and outlines, there is a faint appearance of the simple word "cold".

For Ye Han, this small word "Han" is not just a character, it contains his soul power, which is the same origin power as him, exuding soul fluctuations that are completely synchronized with him, this is his soul seal.

The palm-sized illusory Dao seal quickly converged its divine radiance, and it seemed to slowly shrink in the void, and it was imprinted towards the cyan Dao sword.

As long as this soul mark is engraved on the origin of this Dao sword, it will slowly merge with the sword spirit, and the soul of Ye Han will gradually assimilate with the sword spirit, until finally the mind is connected, almost identical.

At that time, this soul contract can be regarded as successfully condensed, and then with the help of the Ten Thousand Dao Origin in the altar, Ye Han can seal the spirit in this sword into a god, if the opportunity is enough, in this Ten Thousand Dao Origin, maybe this quasi-Dao weapon can be completely refined into a real Dao realm treasure.

At that time, this Dao Sword will be the supreme treasure that can suppress the essence of the Holy Land, and the gods in that sword can also be regarded as a Dao Ancestor-level figure.

It's just that at this time, a feeling of uneasiness gradually emerged in Ye Han's heart.

He always felt that things seemed to be going smoothly, and remembering the old man's evasive appearance in his original words, he seemed to gradually feel a little bad in his heart.

That old man originally called himself a sword spirit, it seems that he was talking nonsense, in that case, where did the real sword spirit go?

And at this time, Ye Han's sea of consciousness suddenly heard a shocked voice without a cliff, which made Ye Han's face darken in an instant.

"It's not good, the inscription of the soul mark has alarmed the origin of the sword, and the sword spirit of this sword seems to be about to awaken......"

Hearing this underwhelming voice, Ye Han's face suddenly turned black as the bottom of a pot, and he almost wanted to slap this shameless old guy to death.

Obviously, this old man knew that the sword spirit of this sword had not been extinguished, and the reason why he pitted Ye Han into this altar was to make him form a soul contract, I am afraid that he also wanted to use the power of ten thousand daos in this altar to suppress the spirit of the divine sword.

At this time, Ye Han remembered that this old guy was suppressed by the sword spirit of this sword after he failed to enter the Dao Sword back then, and now, he can't get out.

The reason why this old man would encourage Ye Han to form a soul contract with this Qingying Sword is probably also the idea of letting Ye Han refine it into a natal magic weapon and let him get out of the shackles.

The natal magic weapon and the Dharma master are one and the same, once the soul contract is formed, no matter how unwilling the spirit in the sword is, it is impossible to go against the will of the Dharma master. At that time, as long as Ye Han's mind moved, this old thing could naturally break away from this sword Dao Sea, and as long as he found another body, he could be reborn.

With such a simple purpose, Ye Han should have noticed it a long time ago, but because this old thing's words flickered, and he told all the secrets of ancient times, Ye Han's heart was shaken, and naturally he didn't find the concealment in his words.

Maybe he wanted to take advantage of the fact that this sword spirit had to fall into a deep sleep after the sword spirit cast that anti-heaven sword gang in that ice array, so that Ye Han could form a soul contract with him, so as to take advantage of the loophole.

It's just clear that his wishful thinking was wrong.

Ye Han almost slapped his heart to death, even if this Qing Ying Sword Spirit had to fall into a deep sleep, but such a life-and-death thing as forming a soul contract, even if it was in a deep sleep, the Sword Spirit would have to wake up.

Sensing the sword intent that slowly recovered in the cyan Dao sword, Ye Han was a little numb for a while. This is a quasi-dao weapon, if it is in the holy land of all sects, it can be regarded as the existence of half an ancestor.

"I'm in trouble now......"

Ye Han's face turned slightly pale, this time the soul contract basically couldn't be formed, thinking about the sword that cut the sky and the earth, Ye Han's heart was a little hairy.

I'm afraid it's a question of whether I can get out of it all.

Obviously, since Ye Han pit this old man once in front of the gods of that god platform, after this old bastard came out of the Dao Xuan Ladder, he did not hesitate to pit him again.

These two ...... What a ...... The best!