"Not good. The golden mountain rapidly expanded in Chu Ling's pupils, and he suddenly exploded, and the qi in his whole body locked onto the golden mountain in mid-air.

There was a bang, and the golden mountain swept Chu Ling, and he was like a piece of floating rootless catkins, flying out of the hundred-zhang diagonally and falling to the ground, with dark red blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, it's worthy of being a mysterious god. ”

"Xuanji Shenzi, golden ancient art, worthy of his name. ”

"The Son of God doesn't need to show mercy to his subordinates, he should directly kill this Nanban to raise the prestige of our human race. ”

The people watching the battle, roaring with excitement and red eyes, this kind of cruel and direct life-and-death struggle is very easy to make people fall into madness.

Listening to those crazy roars, Xuanji Shenzi's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cruel smile, he walked towards Chu Ling step by step, and with each step, the aura on his body became stronger, and even the ridge in the distance was shaken.

Xuanji Shenzi soared in mid-air, his breath reached its peak, and he looked at Chu Ling condescendingly with the attitude of a victor, his eyes full of banter.

"Haha, do you seem to know, why my golden ancient art is displayed, why there is a holy icon manifestation, can I receive the holy weapon empty-handed?"

Chu Ling's face was blank, he really wanted to know the answer.

Looking at Chu Ling's puzzled look, the smile on Xuanji Shenzi's face was even bigger, he smiled suddenly, and said, "Haha, actually, with your qualifications, being able to deduce the Golden Ancient Technique to this point has already shocked me very much, but it is far from enough. ”

"Your realm is still at the level of manifesting the Holy Soldier, but I have already reached the realm of the deducer soul, so you have completely lost. ”

The tone of the Xuanji Divine Son was indifferent, like the Hades King who decided life and death at a glance, as if judging Chu Ling.

At this time, Chu Ling didn't care about these at all, his mouth opened into an "O" shape, and he made an expression of sudden realization.

He finally understood why the holy weapon condensed by the golden ancient art every time he performed it was far weaker than the real holy weapon.

All holy weapons have their own souls, a weapon, if there is no soul, then he is just a bunch of strange-looking gods.

Take the old thing as an example, among the ghost places where he lives, there is half of the Great Desolate Halberd, the Great Desolate Halberd is a real pinnacle holy weapon, and the divine materials refined back then were also obtained by the eight-eyed barbarian god who crossed the Ten Thousand Star Domain, which is not powerful.

In contrast, the black gold dragon spear held by the old thing is just a half-holy weapon, and the hardness is far less than the Great Wild Halberd, why doesn't the old thing directly take that half-cut Great Wild Halberd as his own weapon?

It was because the soul in the Great Wilderness Halberd had been destroyed, no matter how strong his hardness was, it was just a bunch of divine materials waiting to be refined.

However, in the black gold dragon spear, there is a black gold dragon as a soul, once the weapon has a soul, it is like having its own life, so the old thing can immediately sweep the half-saint quasi-saint, and it is difficult to meet the opponent.

As soon as the black gold dragon spear came out, the heavens and the earth sang sadly, and all souls were in pain, and even the half-saints and even quasi-saints could not break free from that sadness, which was the role of the soul.

The holy soldiers condensed by Chu Ling's golden ancient technique happened to lack this little divine soul, so no matter how similar they were, they were just a pair of scrap iron, and they were still 108,000 miles away from the real holy weapon.

"Well, you're right. Thinking of all this, Chu Ling talked about it suddenly, his face was full of ease, and he didn't take victory or defeat to heart at all.

Seeing Chu Ling so free and easy, this was obviously different from the scene he imagined: What's the matter? Didn't you lose? Shouldn't you kneel at my feet and cry bitterly, or should you be extremely disappointed and hesitant, trembling and begging me to disturb your life? How can you be so free and easy, so indifferent?

Xuanji Shenzi was stunned for a moment, then his face sank, revealing Yang's dark and weird smile and said, "Could it be that you have revealed a word? Do you know how I have come over in the past four years after I lost to you?"

Speaking of this, Xuanji Shenzi was faintly out of control, and the green tendons on his forehead flared up, but then, he took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.

"Since you lost, then you have to leave something behind, such as - your head!" Xuanji Shenzi's tone was cold, like a dark wind hanging from the eighteenth layer of hell, and after that, he held his head high, waiting for Chu Ling to bow his head and bow his head to satisfy the revenge he had suppressed for so long.

Chu Ling stood up and patted the dust on his body, but he smiled calmly, and there was no fear on his face at all.

"You ......" Xuanji Shenzi finally became angry and roared: "Bastard, what are you laughing at? Do you think that this Shenzi really doesn't dare to kill you?"

Chu Ling shook his head and said, "You think too much, what I said is just that you are right, which means that on the road of deducing the golden ancient art, you are on the right track, but I didn't say that you won." ”

Xuanji Shenzi's eyes were cold, his two fists and ten fingers were clattering, he swept Chu Ling coldly, and said, "Hmph, your mouth is quite hard, I hope that later, your head is as hard as your mouth!"

After saying that, the Xuanji Divine Son made a bold move, and the golden Gangfeng violently impacted, and the golden soul was wrapped in the Gangfeng, opening its big hand, like an eagle that pounced on its prey.

"Whoa. "The space was like a fragile blank piece of paper, shaken by the palm of the soul, as if it would shatter into a pile of debris at any moment.

"Die!" the mysteries smirked, the muscles on his face twisted to the extreme, and his whole face was like a yaksha poking out of the sea.

Seeing that Chu Ling was about to be torn in half by him, but at this time, his smile froze, because Chu Ling was like a cloud of smoke, and it actually disappeared under his eyelids.

"Great Void Technique!" Xuanji Shenzi changed color, and his voice was a little heavy.

The Xuanji Divine Son released his spiritual power, feeling every fluctuation in the space, searching for Chu Ling's traces.

Finally, he aimed at a certain point in the void and struck a ferocious blow again, but before his palms arrived, the space fluctuated, and Chu Ling fled again.

If he went back and forth a few times, Chu Ling was like a mouse who kept teasing the psychological limit of the cat, making the Xuanji Shenzi almost go berserk.

"You...... You coward, rat, if you have a kind of give this god son out, you have been hiding and hiding, what kind of hero are you!" Xuanji God Son roared angrily, and thick green tendons stalked on his neck.

Chu Ling's voice came from all directions: "Haha, can I be so stupid? I won't come out, I will suddenly appear behind you, on your head, and under your feet when you are exhausted, and give you a fatal blow, so that you will never turn over." ”

His voice carried a bit of mischievous snickering, which made Xuanji Shenzi feel deeply powerless: "Hmph, it's really a coward, you don't even have the courage to face me, you are no longer worthy of fighting me." ”

Xuanji Shenzi made sarcastic remarks.

At this time, Chu Ling was suddenly silent for a long time......