The Sword of the Son of Heaven, a symbol of the majesty of the royal family, took nearly ten years to cast.

Over the years, the people of Dayan have been miserable, laboring and losing money, and countless craftsmen have died of exhaustion under the sword of the Son of Heaven, with piles of corpses.

The Sword of the Son of Heaven represents both the Son of Heaven and endless resentment!

Now, the unjust souls formed by the power of these resentments formed a terrifying power under the stimulation of the sword qi, blasting Chu Chen to the ground.

The three defensive magic weapons shattered in an instant, and Chu Chen was shocked and hurriedly sacrificed magic weapons to resist.

With a loud roar, a house was smashed into a large pit.

In the midst of the rubble and rubble, Chu Chen's embarrassed figure appeared, his hair was scattered, and his body was covered in black gas.

That is the resentful qi of the Sword of the Son of Heaven, once it is entangled in the human body, it will affect the minds of the living.

"Get out of here!"

Chu Chen burst out with his superb spiritual power, and finally dispersed the black qi, and he shouted angrily, "Wei Mocheng! You dare to kill the Sword Palace Elder! You will become an enemy of the Spirit Sword Sect!"

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As soon as Chu Chen's shouting started, he was suppressed by a tiger roar.

Directly above Chu Chen, a huge black tiger head opened its mouth and swallowed it, and Wei Mocheng's figure stood on top of the tiger head. ap.

It was not the real tiger head, it was completely formed by the evil sword qi, the tiger body was as long as a dragon, and the tiger tail was connected to the sword of the Son of Heaven in the distance.

The national teacher has mobilized the true power of the Son of Heaven Sword!

Chu Chen was shocked and urged the magic weapon, a flame bloomed in front of him, and the sword qi instantly transformed into a flaming tiger, facing the black tiger head.

Between the ground and the air, the black tiger and the fire tiger bit and collided, and in the roar, circles of ripples spread around.

These ripples were the overflow of sword qi generated during the game of the strong man of the Jiedan, and the trees that were swept were broken in response, and the houses that were swept collapsed.

Within a radius of 100 zhang where the two fought, all the buildings were completely razed to the ground!

The south gate of the imperial city was also affected, the tall palace gate and the palace wall collapsed, and the palace people walking nearby were killed immediately, and their heads were two points!

The horror of the monk is evident from this.

Once desperate, the destructive power caused by it will be extremely terrifying, and half of the imperial city can be demolished.

In a corner of the palace, there was originally a rockery scenery, but at this time, the rockery was broken into stone slag, and the original place showed a large pit more than one zhang deep.

There is a multicolored halo circulating at the bottom of the pit, and if you look closely, it is actually a colorful umbrella.

The colors closed, then disappeared, and Yun Que jumped out of the bottom of the pit.

"Sword ...... of the Son of Heaven"

Yun Que shook his numb arm.

The sword shadow taken by Wei Mocheng with the Sword of the Son of Heaven is as powerful as a magic weapon, and it is extremely difficult to resist, and other foundation building monks will definitely hate it.

Yun Que used the Five Elements Tianluo Umbrella, otherwise even if he could block it, the price would be extremely high.

"Could it be that he made the Son of Heaven Sword into a magic weapon?"

Yun Que looked at the Son of Heaven Sword standing behind the palace, worried about Cheese Ruonan and Hu Tieshan.

The Sword of the Son of Heaven is too evil, and the cultivation of those two may not be able to control it.

"Who trespassed on the palace!"

A group of ironclad guards gathered around, their swords unsheathed, and pointed at Yun Que.

In the distant roaring battlefield, Wei Mocheng's shouting order was heard:

"The palace guards obeyed the order and killed the Marquis of Hanshui."

This voice carried the power of the dementor, and after it came out of Wei Mocheng's mouth, it actually echoed from the sword of the Son of Heaven.

Sound waves filled the palace.

The eyes of the Ouchi guards were bloodshot one after another, and they became irritable, and a beastly roar came out of their throats.

Wei Mocheng and Chu Chen fought with all their might, and they couldn't spare the effort to deal with Yun Que, so they used the Sword of Heaven to control the people in the palace and chase and kill Yun Que.

Ouchi Janissaries, many of them have cultivation, plus they have absorbed the sword energy of the Son of Heaven Sword, and the combat power of these guards has been greatly improved, no less than humanoid demon beasts.

"Catch the Kingkiller! Catch the cold water!"

The beastly Praetorian Guard shouted for the clouds

Surrounded by groups, swords came out in unison, and slashed indiscriminately.

People huddle together and make a mess.

Chopping and chopping, these guards found that they were not cutting Hanshuihou, but other janissaries.

Yun Que is long gone.

With a small move and swift step, Yun Que's figure shuttled through the palace, and soon came to the place where the Sword of the Son of Heaven was located.

On the foundation stone more than one person high, the towering sword body pointed straight to the sky.

This Heavenly Son Sword glowed with a dark red light all over, flickering and flickering, exuding a fierce aura like the eyes of a fierce beast.

The closer he got to the Son of Heaven Sword, the more Yun Que could feel his divine soul stirring, making people feel the urge to tear everything around him apart.

Countless whispers echoed in my ears.

Listening closely, there were cries, screams, angry scolding, and begging for mercy, mixed together like a magic sound, up and down.

Around the sword body, it seems to be connected to the Netherworld Death Domain, and those who set foot on it will fall into a catastrophe from which they will never recover.

On both sides of the Son of Heaven Sword, Si Ruonan and Hu Tieshan were sitting cross-legged, pinching the refining technique.

The foreheads of the two were covered with cold sweat, their expressions were painful, and their breath was rapidly weakening.

They wanted to refine the Son of Heaven Sword and stop the dementoring power on it from emanating, but their strength was really limited, and they could only balance the bottom part of the Son of Heaven Sword less than a foot with all their strength.

This loss is a drop in the bucket for the ten-zhang Heavenly Son Sword, and there is almost no change.

The Sword of the Son of Heaven still exudes an amazing power of dementorship, covering more and more widely.

As these soul powers were fully mobilized by the national teacher, many disciples in the Sword Palace also began to be affected, and there was a scene of killing each other.

Seeing Yun Que arriving, Hu Tieshan said with difficulty:

"This Heavenly Son Sword is too evil! I don't know how many unjust souls are contained in it, and I can't refine it at all!"

Si Ruonan's face turned pale and said, "This thing already has a magic weapon aura, and it is difficult to control it with our means, and we can't even seal its aura."

"Sister Nan, Uncle Hu, you can do your best, you don't need to force it."

Yun Que said that he jumped onto the stone platform, and reached out to grab the section of the Son of Heaven Sword that was barely restrained by Si Ruonan Hu Tieshan.

"Be careful!"

"Don't touch it!"

Si Ruonan and Hu Tieshan were shocked, and reminded loudly at the same time.

Yun Que could naturally hear it, but he still wanted to try if he could hold this sword of the Son of Heaven.

Boom.

When Yun Que touched the sword body with his hand, a cold aura immediately came.

This breath is extremely cold and carries endless resentment.

Pictures flashed in front of Yun Que's eyes.

The craftsman who left home to go to the imperial city with his bags and finally died of exhaustion under the sword, the old man who was overwhelmed by the heavy taxes and miscellaneous taxes and finally died violently, the lonely woman who had to sell her children and daughters in the year of the great drought, the thin beggar who lost her parents and could only beg along the street and finally starved to death......

These strong resentments from the mortal Li people are like sharp swords, forming a force that no one can resist.

Yun Que felt the strength of this force, and countless desperate thoughts seemed to be poured into his mind.

These thoughts are enough to break down and even kill oneself on the spot.

Yun Que's eyes dimmed for a moment, and the black glow flashed, and then he regained his clarity, and all the thoughts in his mind were dispelled.

"What a strong grudge!"

Yun Que whispered to himself.

If you don't use the power of death, just touching the sword of the Son of Heaven will be severely damaged.

At this time, the halo on the sword of the Son of Heaven was sheng, and the blood was soaring to the sky!

The aura emanating from the sword body formed a storm, shaking the three of them into the air together.

Wei Mocheng discovered the people under the sword, and mobilized the power of the Son of Heaven's sword in the vicious battle, wanting to wipe out Yun Que and these people.

Si Ruonan and Hu Tieshan each flew more than a hundred zhang away, one crashed into a palace, the other crashed into a palace wall, and the two of them spurted blood together, and their vitality was greatly damaged.

The storm was heavier.

The whole person is not in the wind

Broken and flipped, lost his balance, and was swept towards the blade of the Son of Heaven's sword.

A white tiger leaped from outside the palace walls, approached in the blink of an eye, and leaped into the storm!

Yun Que took the opportunity to grab the tiger's back, and with the power of the white tiger, he rushed out of the storm and was able to escape.