Xiao Chengdao's original expectation was 3 guarantees, with 4 at most.

After all, this is a spiritual-level 9-grade thing, and you can brand a lot of strange inscriptions with 1-grade and 2-grade spiritual weapons, and branding spiritual-level 9-grade can make you succeed once is an eye-opener.

The higher the level, the more difficult it is.

Not to mention that the Luohe Divine Sword is a sword, the sword body is narrow and long, and the volume is large, if you want to brand this kind of artifact, it is simply difficult to compare to the sky.

This is also knowing that Wang Chen has the power blessing of the letter talisman, Xiao Chengdao dared to boldly predict 3 to 4, to change himself, 30 inscription bits, he can succeed in 1 at most.

This is the reason why I didn't dare to strengthen the Falling River Divine Sword, and I didn't dare to brand the inscription on the Falling River Divine Sword.

He didn't even have the certainty of succeeding once, and of course he didn't even dare to try.

So when he heard Wang Chen say the number "7", Xiao Chengdao was directly stunned.

Not only him, but also Wu Yanyun, Zhang Daoxuan, and a group of mentors and elders around him were all stunned.

9 spirit soldiers, 7 inscriptions?

According to your stupid branding method, 7 inscriptions were imprinted?!

Damn, how is this possible!

Before everyone could come to their senses, Wang Chen let out another long sigh, "Alas, it's old, it's not good." There were more than a dozen or twenty inscriptions before, and even weapons full of inscriptions had them, but now I can only engage in 7 inscriptions, and sure enough, I'm old. ”

Xiao Chengdao: "......"

Wu Wild Cloud: "......"

Zhang Daoxuan: "......"

Everyone: "......"

Brother, pretending to be forced is pretending to be forced, but pretending to be like you, do you know that you are going to be immersed in the pig cage?

The frozen air makes people want to suffocate.

After a brief silence, a thunderous voice exploded in the air, "Give it to me!"

It turned out to be the witch cloud, and if he didn't agree with him, he wanted to take the Luohe Divine Sword in Wang Chen's hand.

"Wu Crazy Cloud, you dog guts!"

Xiao Chengdao roared violently, and his reaction was not slow. Almost at the moment when Wu Crazy Cloud revealed a dangerous aura, there was a dragon groan, and the Luohe Divine Sword in Wang Chen's hand raised its head like a dragon, directly driving it to the sky!

"Slash!"

"Groan!"

"Whoa!"

Thousands of miles of rivers and waves, falling from nine days.

The mighty dragon roars, like a green dragon breaking the sea.

The sound of the water, the sound of the waves, and the roar of the dragon, mixed together in an instant, merged into one, and in an instant, the entire practice room was filled with vast water vapor, like falling into the deep sea!

What kind of sword was that that shocking the world? Wang Chen didn't know.

Because at the moment when the Falling River Sword flew, he was stunned. All perception, all senses, are deprived in an instant. If it weren't for the aura that erupted from the Luohe Divine Sword that didn't target him, but protected him under Xiao Chengdao's control, he wouldn't know how he died until he died.

Gap...... No, this can no longer be called a gap, but an absolute rolling from the essence of life.

For example, the dragon is to the ants, the Kunpeng is to the dove, the dragon turns over, and can crush hundreds of millions of ants, and the Kunpeng yawns, and the doves of thousands of miles die.

It's not that the dragon wants to kill the ants, or the Kunpeng wants to kill the doves, but for the higher lifeforms, the ants and the doves are like dust, and they can't even bear the breath they exude.

The suppression of the realm can also catch up. The pressure at the level of life is directly despair.

At this moment, what Wang Chen felt was not weak, nor insignificant, but humble, as humble as a grain of dust.

What Xiao Chengdao said was right, if the Luohe Divine Sword was not sealed, with only his little double martial artist, I am afraid that he would not be qualified to touch it!

"Wow"

It could be a moment, or it could be a Jiazi, when Wang Chen regained his consciousness and returned to reality from the white and vast void world, he saw that in his field of vision, Wu Yanyun's body slammed on the ground, and he shouted out two words with a shocked expression: "Town...... Suppress evil spirits?!"

Suppressing evil spirits?

Wang Chen was stunned, still hadn't been able to recover from Fang Cai's great shock, and his eyes were full of confusion.

All around, the irrepressible exclamations sounded one after another: "Suppress the evil spirit......? Imprinted with the inscription of the suppression of evil spirits?!"

"Can Xiao Lao, who was almost the same as Wu Lao before, force him back with a sword, except for the inscription of suppressing evil spirits, he doesn't think about it at all! Look at the Falling River Divine Sword, that purple mang, isn't it the inscription of suppressing evil spirits?!"

"Nima, it's really!9 The spirit soldiers have imprinted the inscription of suppressing evil spirits? Oh my God, this still doesn't let people live!"

"Exaggeration! Really exaggerated! How can the 9-rank spirit soldier imprint the 7-way inscription, let's leave it alone, the inscription of suppressing evil spirits? This is the supreme divine text of slaying demons and punishing evil, appearing on the body of a 9-rank spirit soldier's sword? This is simply crazy!"

"It's just this inscription, the value of the Luohe Divine Sword has doubled!"

"Wu Lao is finished now, the inscription of suppressing evil spirits is the nemesis of their lineage, and he is born with Xiao Lao, so I am afraid that he will be suppressed by Xiao Lao to death. ”

"A sword retreats, defeating the enemy between the clouds and the light wind, the evil suppression inscription is worthy of the evil suppression inscription, it is really terrifying......"

A group of elder mentors had mixed eyes.

Xiao Chengdao walked towards Wang Chen with a laugh, and under his blank expression, he patted him on the shoulder, "Good disciple grandson! What is really my good disciple grandson! I didn't say it, in the future, this imperial capital will go to Beijing, and I will cover you! Who dares to bully you, tell the old man! It doesn't matter if he is a wandering pawn or an emperor and grandson, the old man can't kill him! Also, don't ask my foolish granddaughter about cultivation in the future, she is worthy of the Spirit Sect, how much guidance can she give you? Come to me directly! Don't dare to say anything else, before the Martial Emperor, this seat will protect you all the way!"

"Uh......" Wang Chen still had a dumb expression, and there was no change in the slightest because of Xiao Chengdao's promise that could make the entire martial arts academy students crazy.

Xiao Chengdao didn't care, laughed, and patted him on the shoulder again, then turned his head and looked at Wu Yanyun, his eyes were more than ice, "Grab my falling river sword, Wu Yanyun, do you want to die?!"

"Rob?"

Dusting off the corners of his clothes and standing up, and then wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Wu Yanyun looked indifferent, "I just want to confirm whether the 7 inscriptions that this kid said are true or false, grab your Luohe Sword?

"I'm afraid that someone will be fascinated by the treasure and lose their minds on the spot!" Xiao Chengdao sneered.

Wu Yanyun smiled indifferently, noncommittal, but he didn't bother to argue with Xiao Chengdao more, and turned his head directly to look at Wang Chen, "Wang Chen's little friend, I am out of Wanjing, are you willing to take action to help the death of the witch god in this seat, and also imprint the inscription?"

"Huh?" Wang Chen looked dazed.

Confused three times!