The Great Elder was silent for a long time in shock, and suddenly said in a barely audible voice, "Divine power ......"

A golden light erupted from the middle of the sun star, hitting Jiang Tong's body like a magnesium lamp, and the golden light in her body was suddenly as grand as a rock fire.

Wei Feng, who was closest to her, didn't feel half a minute of scorching, but he was in a cold sweat, this picture was too weird, he could see it clearly, Sister A's body didn't shine at all, what was shining was what was in her body.

Soul?

Is Sister A's soul glowing?

His gaze fell on the stones at Jiang Tong's feet, for some reason, those stones were even more brilliant after being illuminated by the golden light, he didn't know which tendon he had made the wrong match, and with a flash of lightning in his heart, he threw himself at those stones.

The powerful people who were still watching were shocked when they saw this, and roared angrily: "Xiao Zhuang, you dare to move the original stone!" ”

The two big knives took the lead and slashed towards Wei Feng, they thought that Jiang Tong was busy fusing that strange black stone, and he couldn't think about Wei Feng at all, who knew that they were wrong, very wrong.

When Wei Feng gritted his teeth, and his fingers were about to touch the rough stone on the ground, the two big knives had already reached the top of his head.

"What a seed! Die! The owner of the two broadswords roared.

At this time, Jiang Tong moved.

She slowly raised her free hand, and gently touched the knife with her fingertips, and the bell made a crisp sound, and from the position where she had pointed, a touch of rust began to spread, instantly enveloping the entire broadsword, as if the knife had gone through endless years and had just been dug out of some ancient tomb.

This strange power did not end, it spread over the broadsword, all the way upward, crawling up the hand of the knife bearer, that hand immediately grew deep wrinkles and clumps of age spots, and then inch by inch, eroding his body, his face was aging rapidly, as if thousands of years had passed in an instant, originally a middle-aged face, now drooping and old, the face was crisscrossed with wrinkles, and the age spots almost stained the skin into bark.

"Ahh Yes! The great power of the Yuan Infant Pedal took a few steps back, threw away the rusty broadsword, looked at his hands in horror, and exclaimed, "You, what have you done to me? Enchantress! You enchantress! Yes! ”

He threw himself at her like crazy, but he couldn't even touch her, and his body began to decay completely, his legs snapped and broke in the process of running, and the whole person fell forward, and when he fell to the ground, the bones of his whole body were broken, like a rotten puppet.

At the moment when his neck broke, he exhaled his last breath and turned to powder.

This strange attack shocked everyone, even Qi Niang, who had the highest cultivation, was frightened by this scene.

In battle, the most important thing is the word "brave", if you lose your courage, no matter how strong you are, you will not be able to win.

"Run!" The will of everyone has been crushed, in their eyes, Jiang Tong is definitely not just a little monk in the foundation building period, this girl has a mysterious power in her body that they can't imagine, this kind of power is something they can't resist, high-level monks often cherish their lives more than others, it is not easy for them to cultivate to this point, how can they take it out and squander it casually.

However, Jiang Tong didn't want to let them go.

She stretched out her hand again, her five fingers opened, and a golden ball of light lit up in her palm, and they felt that their pace had slowed down, and their bodies seemed to be filled with lead water, and every movement was like doing slow motion, step by step, desperately, but they couldn't run far at all.

"Give me all your strength." Jiang Tong's lips opened slightly, and the power in the bodies of those people broke through the ground from the back of their necks, turning into a stream, surging towards the white light in her palm.

The dignified primordial infant and the power of the gods are completely unable to resist.

In just a minute or two, they all fell to the ground, the strength in their bodies had been completely drained, and only a few withered corpses remained, which dissipated into powder and dissipated into the air when the wind blew.

Absorbing the power, Jiang Tong silently lowered his hand, and his soul continued to bathe in golden light, while Wei Feng grabbed a golden one from among those few rough stones, he didn't know why he chose this one, but there seemed to be some unknown force guiding him in the dark.

This stone is the most useful for him, and he can only choose it.

The stone looked a bit like crystal, crystal clear, and had a metallic texture in his hand, and he wrapped it with both hands, and then poured his spiritual power into it.

Rumble!

He felt a majestic force rushing towards him, and he immediately fell into a state of drowning.

No way! I can't die, I'm going to keep going!

I'm going to be stronger, stronger, stronger!

The powerful mind turned into a small boat, carrying him forward in this ocean of spiritual power, full of turbulent waves, and whirlpools of water everywhere.

The harshest environment, the most horrific struggle for life and death.

There were several times when he thought he was going to die, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, he remembered that when he was very young, his grandfather told him that when he encountered a difficult situation, as long as he held on for a second and took one more step forward, he could see a different scenery.

I can't lose!

At this time, Jiang Tong was not much better than him, and even experienced more painful torments than him.

The divine light tempers the soul, which is almost equivalent to throwing the human body into the fire and burning, over and over again, until the skin is charred and the flesh is rotten, and the bones and muscles are broken, until it is burned to ashes, and then it turns into its original form, and burns it all over again.

That feeling can no longer be described with just the word "pain".

But she knew that she had to persevere, and if she couldn't even survive the soul refining, what qualifications did she have to claim to be the successor of the Protoss?

She is already much luckier than others, others have experienced hundreds of years to reach the realm, she has reached it in a few years, she has the talent and resources that others do not have, but if she herself does not have a super strong will and a firm Dao heart, it will be in vain.

She will never be able to reach the highest peak.

Patience, perseverance, and victory!

"Ahh

For a time, the mountains and rivers changed color, and the stars shook.

The whole planet is trembling.

Many people in the ghost market were frightened, thinking that the planet was going to be destroyed, and they fled everywhere and wanted to hide, but where could they hide? Those with higher status and have their own starships run to the starship like crazy, as long as they get on the starship, they can escape from this planet.

In fact, if the planet is really going to be destroyed, it will be too late for them to escape, and there is no reason to survive below the primordial infant.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the gold of the sky and the earth was like a range hood sucking away the fumes, and the world turned back to black, the earth no longer trembled, the underground ground was as hard as iron, and the sky was vast and ethereal overhead.

It was calm, but only for a moment.

The people in the ghost city could hardly believe it.

That's it...... It's over?

The momentum was so strong before, but in the end, it was actually ...... Harmless to humans and animals?

Jiang Tong opened his eyes and looked down at the palm of his hand, the black stone had turned into dust. She turned her head sideways and glanced at Wei Feng who was standing beside her, the rough stone in his hand had also weathered.

The young man raised his head slowly, his eyes were full of Chinese stars, autumn moon, and brilliance, Jiang Tong looked carefully, and those eyes clearly reflected the vision of a planet.

They all know that they are completely different from the person before.

In the soul refining just now, after experiencing endless pain, Jiang Tong comprehended a sword intent, which was the sword intent passed on to her by the Goddess of Light, and came from the most primitive memory of the Goddess of Light.

It wasn't an unpredictable sword move, it was just a consciousness, but it seemed to contain an endless number of sword moves.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, the rubble on the ground seemed to be swept up by a small tornado, and it continued to fly in the air, until it coalesced into the shape of a brush.

Young Wei Feng felt the sword intent in her body, but the strange thing was that it was obviously a sword intent, but instead of condensing the sword, she condensed the pen, what is the reason?

Jiang Tong held the stone pen that was two people tall and two hugging thick, this huge stone pen was like the most ordinary brush in her hand, it was easy to use, so light that she didn't feel any weight.

Pick up the pen, put the pen down.

The boy was stunned, and so were the ghost mayors and elders who hurried over.

The girl in front of them was obviously writing, but they felt that she was dancing with a sword, and the stone pen was walking on the ground, and every stroke she wrote was an unpredictable sword move. And this girl herself is like a sword, an incomparably sharp and invincible sword.

As the girl wrote, the wind surged all around, as if countless invisible swords were flying, cutting the air and making bursts of sound that broke through the air.

The word is into, and the pen is raised.

Those invisible sword qi suddenly retracted, and there was no trace, and the girl herself was like a sword returned to the sheath, without a trace of murderous aura, as if the previous invincible, invincible momentum was just an illusion.

The crowd lowered their heads and looked at the word she had written.

This is not a trivial matter.

They had never seen that word before, and it looked more like a painting, but it had an indescribable aura, as if one glance would be scratched by the sword intent revealed in the stroke.

Some elders hurriedly looked away, while others were fascinated by it, as if they had realized something in their hearts, and entered an unprecedented transcendent state.

And Jiang Tong threw the stone pen in his hand, and it turned into countless broken stones and scattered them all over the place.

Her beautiful eyes were as still as water, without joy or sorrow, and were empty.

The elders of the ghost city were shocked in their hearts, how old is this little girl, I'm afraid she doesn't even have twenty, but she has such talent and understanding, and she has practiced such unfathomable sword moves. R1152