One by one, the pillars of the main hall crumbled and toppled, and the dome began to crumble, and the shattered hedron fell like raindrops.

Excalibur Danqing led eight explorers to support a transparent defensive barrier, like a transparent bubble in the sea, constantly being squeezed and smashed into twisted and deformed, but firmly protecting the people inside.

In the blink of an eye, the bubble was buried in the rubble.

In the enchantment, Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged, there was still a blood stain hanging from the corner of his mouth, and under the messy white hair, his face was as white as a blank paper.

On his wrist, the breath of life released by the Carefree Rosary continued to rush to his back, healing his almost broken spine.

When he had left the altar earlier, the impact of the wave of qi was so terrifying that it slapped his back to the point of blood and flesh to pieces.

However, the strange thing is that Ye Changsheng's internal organs are unharmed, and he didn't even suffer any internal injuries.

Changsheng felt that it must be the god's warning to him.

Otherwise, not to mention that the Excalibur Protector had arranged three defenses in advance, even if he arranged ten defenses, he would definitely not be able to prevent himself from being injured internally.

In short, although Ye Changsheng looked like flesh and blood, his injuries were actually not serious.

Under the tense healing, the misaligned spine is straightened and embedded into a whole, as stable as a steel bar cast at one time.

Ye Changsheng was relieved and exhaled a long mouthful of turbidity.

Before the altar of the main hall, everything happened so fast that he didn't have time to think at all.

Thinking about it now, Ye Changsheng is still full of astonishment, full of incredible.

That mysterious deity is not the deity of the Shura King, but in the name of the Shura King, he has stolen the power of faith from the Shura disciples.

That deity probably sensed the aura and inheritance of the Infinite Demon Venerable from his body, so he needed his commitment.

And this promise was actually left over two thousand years ago, because the Infinite Demon Venerable had already left a contract circle on the altar.

When he put his right hand into the pool of blood in front of the altar, the back of his hand was clearly marked with a certain brand.

This mysterious imprint was no longer traceable, Ye Changsheng didn't know what it meant, and Ye Changsheng couldn't even see what it looked like.

What made Ye Changsheng feel even more incredible was that under the effect of the mysterious magic circle, the blood in the blood pool of the altar was actually condensed into a long sword!

Is this a refining weapon, or a sword?

Immortality had no way of knowing, everything was beyond his imagination, beyond his wisdom.

Is it a sword of contract?

The blood of the two Demon Sect believers, half of the blood in Ye Changsheng's body, the essence blood left by the Wuji Demon Venerable, and a trace of the divinity of that god, the four were fused together to create this sword.

This sword was still tightly held in Ye Changsheng's hand.

The concussive aura in his body calmed down, and Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, focused his eyes, and looked at the long sword in his hand.

This is...... Yi Qi?

To be precise, the ritual is not a sword, but a prop used by the ceremonial guard when the emperor traveled in ancient times.

It resembles a sword, but it is more slender than a sword, with three blades on its body, more like a gun.

Like a sword not a sword, like a gun not a gun, the whole body is blood-red, translucent like a crystal, but extremely heavy.

Changsheng estimated that it was at least more than a thousand catties, and the human blood of several people definitely did not have such a weight.

Maybe it was because this sword was formed in his hand, so Ye Changsheng could adjust the weight of this sword at will, and it was very easy to wield.

Ye Changsheng was happy to see the hunt, admired it for a moment, and then began to explore the inside of the sword body.

The sword body is transparent, as if there is nothing, but it has no sword veins?

Ye Changsheng was amazed, the "Demon Heart Secret Record" he cultivated had already reached the second level of "Demon Heart Detail", and it was still a late rank, and few weapons could escape his detection.

This sword not only did not have a sword vein, but also did not have any energy aura, and even that trace of divinity disappeared without a trace.

Could it be that the casting failed?

Ye Changsheng was shocked, and suddenly thought of the black carving knife he was carrying, and suddenly understood in his heart.

Isn't the carving knife he got from the ancient tomb of the mass grave exactly the same as it is now?

This sword of contract is not a failure, but because his realm is too low, so he can't see through it.

Not being able to see through it doesn't mean that he can't control it, as if the black carving knife has now become Ye Changsheng's weapon second only to the Immortal Sword, and has repeatedly helped him restrain strong enemies and turn danger into danger.

It seems that I have thought too much, this sword is not mine, but to be enshrined in the Demon God Temple of the Demon Sect's main altar.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help laughing at himself, but when he thought that this sword was "born" in his hand, he was a little reluctant in his heart.

"It's like a sword but not a sword, like a gun and not a gun, and it comes from the golden statue of King Shura," Ye Changsheng muttered to himself, "Then call you the blade of King Shura!"

"Buzz!"

The blade of the Shura King in Ye Changsheng's hand exuded a faint blood light, as if it was a response to Ye Changsheng.

The back of his hand suddenly heated, and a strange brand appeared, and then fell silent again.

When Ye Changsheng looked down, the imprint had disappeared, and his heart was stunned again.

The world is so big, the world is magical, the world is incredible, and finally it is beyond the reach of a mortal wisdom.

He is now a master of sword casting, how could he have thought that just by relying on a magic circle and the essence blood of a few people, such a sword could be directly forged?

Stopping his thoughts, Ye Changsheng swallowed a few healing pills and stood up tremblingly.

Seeing Ye Changsheng standing up, Divine Sword Danqing hurriedly stepped forward, and was about to ask, but a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

According to his previous estimate, Ye Changsheng was attacked by divine power, and his injuries must have been very serious.

How could I have thought that Ye Changsheng's breath was peaceful and his charm was not gone, where did he look like he was seriously injured?

The magic bell didn't think about it so much, and when he saw that Ye Changsheng was covered in blood, he hurriedly ran forward and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Ye Changsheng shook his head and glanced up.

The defensive barrier has been removed, and the huge stones that have fallen from the collapsed pillars and the dome support each other into a small space, which is still stable without the interference of external forces.

Although the magic bell and the others were disgraced and bloodstained, they were only a few external injuries, and they were all right.

Ye Changsheng settled down, walked in front of the Divine Sword Danqing, and handed the blade of the Shura King to Danqing: "Lord Dharma Protector, the magic circle on the altar was left by the second ancestor back then, and the blood of the two believers, the blood of the younger generation, and the essence blood left by the second ancestor turned into it. ”

Divine Sword Danqing was shocked, and the magic bell stepped forward with a shocked face, and couldn't help asking, "Is this ...... Yi Qi?"

Ye Changsheng nodded: "I named it, Shura King Blade!"

(End of chapter)