The sea embraces all rivers and absorbs demonic gas, and the two major artifacts face off against each other.

The demonic qi seemed to gather in the sky within a radius of a hundred miles, and no longer spread outward. Ziwei knew that it was some defensive array in the city that played a role. When he was still in the human realm, Heavenly Star City had a similar formation. The entire city has a protective formation that Zitian personally laid out back then, and then it is divided into each district and there are formations, and each district is divided into countless streets. Each street has its own street.

However, in the final analysis, these formations are used to defend the city protection array. If there is really a war, these large arrays will absorb the Yuan Force in the heavens and the earth by themselves through the formations that intersect thousands of paths on each street, and supplement the power of the city protection formation. And those street arrays will open themselves to protect this place when there is a crisis.

Although the range of demonic qi had been controlled, its density and thickness were getting thicker and lower. At the beginning, Ziwei's divine sense was still able to penetrate the demonic qi and finally reach the sky, but now it can't be done at all, and the almost materialized demonic qi makes Ziwei very excited. His Qiankun bag is now fat and oily, it is simply fat, too fat.

At the beginning, all the dark matter in the perfect form in the City of Death was absorbed by him, and the ocean of water in the Haotian Tomb was also sucked clean by him. There is also the pagoda that was opposite the owner of the village in the Blood Abyss Villa of the ancient battlefield when he was at the bottom of Haotian Seabed.

It was in that tower that he felt space, time. and interpreted the two heavens of ice and fire to the extreme, and finally collected all the fire essences.

It can be said that the aura in this. It's ridiculously high.

At Ziwei's signal, the thousand-foot "pocket" suddenly moved slightly with the wind, and then a powerful suction force sucked out of the pocket. All those demonic qi were inhaled. It seemed to have 10,000 turbocharged engines in it that were running at the same time. Even the many monks below failed to stand firm, so you can imagine how powerful it really was.

For two hours in a row, the pocket kept working, and the magic power was also reduced by a layer.

In the air, the demonic energy is slowly decreasing, and the pressure brought by the sky is also slowly decreasing, and many gold-armored warriors rarely breathe a sigh of relief.

Suppressed feelings. It was so uncomfortable, but it was still so comfortable, and everyone was grateful to this young man from the bottom of their hearts.

At this time. The long black stick that had been silent for a long time had a new movement.

The black long stick tapped the void, and the space shook violently, piercing the void with a "sigh~" like a human with a soul, and went straight to the purple light of the sky.

The terrible coercion frightened several of the golden-armored monks to the ground. I don't even have the courage to get up. Hong Xingcheng made a quick move. They all escaped death. Otherwise, the coercion can completely collapse their mental defenses, and finally go crazy and enter a state of rage, until the spirit flow is dry and die.

Ziwei knew that he would definitely come to him if he absorbed the demonic energy of the black stick, and as expected, the black stick rushed towards him with a terrible killing intent. Everywhere you go. Even the void was shattered.

Hong Xingcheng said anxiously: "Emperor Ziwei be careful. ”

Ziwei stood in the void with a solemn expression, quietly looking at the wooden stick. There was no answer to his words.

The terrible coercion frightened several golden-armored monks to the ground, and they didn't even have the courage to get up. Hong Xingcheng quickly intervened and detained all those people, and they escaped death. Otherwise, the coercion can completely collapse their mental defenses, and finally go crazy and enter a state of rage, until the spirit flow is dry and die.

Ziwei knew that he would definitely come to him if he absorbed the demonic energy of the black stick, and as expected, the black stick rushed towards him with a terrible killing intent. Everywhere I passed, even the void shattered.

After sensing the murderous aura here, many powerhouses in the city teleported here one by one, looking at this place from afar.

The Holy See of Light has been forced to evacuate this place and move to another church in the city for temporary housing.

There was a powerful spiritual fluctuation from the black magic stick, and everyone could sense it, it couldn't speak, but it could communicate with its spirit.

"Who are you? You can absorb my dark power, this black qi can even be corroded by gods, tell me, you are an immortal monk who can be safe in it, why is this?"

All eyes were fixed on him, and hundreds of Great Immortal-level powerhouses gathered there within a radius of a hundred miles. They are the powerhouses of this world, and they usually live in seclusion in every corner of the city, or in their respective families. Sometimes, in order to understand a certain law and evolve the Heavenly Dao, a dozen meditations may take tens of thousands of years.

As long as it's not a family or something special, they won't show up easily.

A middle-aged man standing in the southern void, accompanied by several old men.

This is the previous patriarch of the second-rate family in the city, and the old men around him are the old slaves who have grown up with him since he was born.

He said lightly: "What kind of origin does this young man have? How dare he be so strong that even the Hong City Lord has to give three points?"

An old slave beside him replied respectfully, "Don't underestimate him, he is the most honored guest of the First Mansion."

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, "First Mansion, how is it possible to be so young. ”

The old slave said, "You'll know when you see it." ”

Ziwei was against the black long stick, not afraid at all.

Lang Sheng laughed and said, "There are many magic weapons on the lower body, and there is a treasure that is no worse than you." ”

The black long stick said: "Nonsense, there are only a handful of weapons in the world that can surpass me, how can you get it." ”

"Then you can show me next, if it doesn't work, you will follow me in the future!" The words turned sharply, Ziwei restrained her laughing look, and the murderous intent in her eyes was full. With a shake of his right hand, a burst of white light flashed in his palm. A long sword that shimmered yellow fell from the sky, piercing the space, crushing the void, and heading towards the black long stick.

Everyone gasped, how could this ,,, possible. It turned out to be Xuanhuang's power.

The middle-aged man nodded, "Xuanhuang Sword, Xuanhuang Sword." The sword body that flashes yellow light and the fiery red hilt are the characteristics of the Xuanhuang Sword. ‘

The old slave beside him said: "Young Master now knows that the Xuanhuang Sword has been born again, and the identity of this person is self-evident." ”

The middle-aged man said: "No wonder he has the capital of clamoring, the future Lord of Ten Thousand Dao......" A few gleams flashed in his eyes.

Not only was he surprised, but all the onlookers around him were shocked, and a look of greed flashed in their eyes. They wanted similar weapons, as they had an almost fanatical quest for extreme power. And a weapon forged from the supreme material is even more of their dreams. If you have a weapon that adds a little bit of Xuanhuang, it will be a great increase in combat power.

The long black stick was as intelligent as a human. When the Xuanhuang Sword fell from the sky, he restrained the wild aura of the outside, and stood extremely solemnly, far away from the Xuanhuang Sword.

Each of them was also a flesh-and-blood existence before, and later they either voluntarily or were imprisoned in the weapon by the owner of the weapon with powerful mana, and then transformed into a weapon soul.

And although the origin of this black stick is mysterious, he really knows this sword, this long sword that slashed through the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds back then.

It tried to communicate with Xuanhuang Jian, but found that he completely ignored his own existence, was still hostile to himself, and could attack him at any time. And Ziwei was busy and happy, continuing to suck her magic power. No way, he doesn't have time to ask these questions now, anyway, these things are just the aura he exudes, it doesn't matter.

He is not angry, and he is not qualified to be angry in the face of an existence higher than himself.

At someone's signal, the Xuanhuang Sword was dispatched.

A crisp sword roar of "Ding Xuan~" resounded in the sky, the Xuanhuang Sword turned lightly, and the terrifying ghost light flickered.

The sound of "Huh~" broke the air, and it slashed towards the black long stick like an arrow off the string. At the beginning in the human realm, he was forcibly broken by Lu Ya, and then followed Ziwei to grow slowly, and now it has only recovered to the level of the artifact that has just been reached.

However, the Heavenly Dao has the dignity of the Heavenly Dao, and it will not be revealed to anyone at any time.

Although the black long stick is a little afraid of him, his material is also made of pure Xuanhuang, even if he can't beat it, he can fight with him for a while.

A terrifying whistling sound flew past his ears, and the black long stick went up against the sky, directly facing the Xuanhuang Sword that had been pressed down.

"Ding~" A pleasant sound came out, and the two collided together, and the terrible fluctuations shocked everyone present.

It tried to communicate with Xuanhuang Jian, but found that he completely ignored his own existence, was still hostile to himself, and could attack him at any time. And Ziwei was busy and happy, continuing to suck her magic power. No way, he doesn't have time to ask these questions now, anyway, these things are just the aura he exudes, it doesn't matter.

He is not angry, and he is not qualified to be angry in the face of an existence higher than himself.

At someone's signal, the Xuanhuang Sword was dispatched.

A crisp sword roar of "Ding Xuan~" resounded in the sky, the Xuanhuang Sword turned lightly, and the terrifying ghost light flickered.

The sound of "Huh~" broke the air, and it slashed towards the black long stick like an arrow off the string. At the beginning in the human realm, he was forcibly broken by Lu Ya, and then followed Ziwei to grow slowly, and now it has only recovered to the level of the artifact that has just been reached.

However, the Heavenly Dao has the dignity of the Heavenly Dao, and it will not be revealed to anyone at any time.

Although the black long stick is a little afraid of him, his material is also made of pure Xuanhuang, even if he can't beat it, he can fight with him for a while.

A terrifying whistling sound flew past his ears, and the black long stick went up against the sky, directly facing the Xuanhuang Sword that had been pressed down.

"Ding~" A pleasant sound came out, and the two collided together, and the terrible fluctuations shocked everyone present. (To be continued......)