Volume 1: The Thousand Year Plan of Falling Feng Po Chapter 170 The Demon Knife
The voice from before fell silent, and then he roared in dissatisfaction: "Damn, what is he going to do with such a large amount of blood and qi? With so much blood and qi power, I don't know how long it will take to replenish it!"
"Sang Wu, forget it", the other voice said: "Lord Demon Throat Monarch acts, you and I can't stop it, let him go!"
"Damn, if it affects the plans of my hundred clans, even if he is a demon throat, the ancestors will not sit idly by. ”
The other man didn't respond, obviously he couldn't say anything more about the Demon Throat!
At the same time, on the other side, Sima Zhaoxue, who was extremely powerful of the human race, and was a half-step innate talent, was also looking up at the blood cloud in the sky.
Now, the human race has already focused on that blood cloud, and they attach great importance to every change in the blood cloud, how can he not be alarmed by the sudden change of the blood cloud at this moment!
Beside Sima Zhaoxue, the four figures who were bathed in endless brilliance and also exuded a powerful aura looked up at the blood cloud just like Sima Zhaoxue.
Among the four people, from the Western Wilderness, there is a word Buddha wheel spinning behind his head, a treasure light Buddha clothes are shining, there seem to be countless Buddha turns in his eyes, and the Venerable Buddha Sect's powerful wheel Venerable said: "Unexpectedly, the ancient king who is rumored to have fallen in the first battle of the year, the demon throat, is actually only seriously injured and sleeping, and now he has woken up!"
Beside the Wheel Venerable, from the Northern Wilderness of the Suffering Realm, standing here, it was like a heavenly moat abyss lined up in front of the Beihai Heavenly Sword Gate, Murong Bohai said loudly: "The Wheel Venerable doesn't need to care, even if he wakes up, he will be greatly injured in his vitality, even if he has the help of those blood and qi, in a short period of time, it must be difficult to recover, so there is no need to be afraid." ”
"Brother Murong is right. ”
At this moment, the same person from the Northern Wilderness, wearing a purple gold and white jade crown, wearing a purple gold and white jade robe, with a bright topaz pendant hanging from his waist, and a white beard, the top powerful Zijin Venerable of the Dao Gate, said proudly: "Although the demon throat is strong, we are not weak, if you really want to make a move, who wins and who loses is not certain!"
"Friendly spirit!"
Dressed in a blue-purple Confucian uniform, with a gentle face, long white hair, bright and sharp eyes, and a faint fragrance of ink, the supreme power from Confucianism said with an admiring face.
The Venerable Master of Zijin said proudly: "This order knows that you don't believe it in your hearts, but it's okay, you will know when the time comes." ”
Sima Zhaoxue's expression moved when he heard this, "Could it be that the Venerable Master brought a sword order?"
The Daomen Sword Order, which was created by the Terrans and the Dao Clans when the Daomen was established, was created by the joint efforts of the Terrans and the Dao Clans, a total of six, and later the Dao Clan and the Terran broke up, and when they disappeared into the heavenly realm with the Divine Race, they did not take it away, but stayed in the Daomen.
And these six sword orders have always been regarded as treasures by the Daomen, and they are generally not easy to use, although they are not as good as the Dao Sword of the Daomen, Yuxia Zhenren, they have the power to destroy the world, but once the power of each sword order is cast, it is also incomparable, not ordinary and innate
The supreme power of the level can lightly touch its edge.
As the Dao Sect Law Enforcement Order, the Venerable Master Zijin personally held one of the six sword orders.
If the Venerable Master of Zijin really carried a sword order when he went out of the mountain this time, then he could indeed be fearless of the demon's throat that was greatly injured.
The Venerable Master Zijin looked at Sima Zhaoxue and smiled proudly: "Yes, there is indeed one on this order. ”
"That's good!"
Sima Zhaoxue laughed, and his heart suddenly let go of a lot, since the Zijin Master of the Dao Sect was carrying a sword order, then he was also from one of the five supreme forces, Murong Yunhai, the deputy realm master of the Heavenly Sword Sect Sword Realm, the Buddha Sect Desireless Heavenly Wheel Venerable, and Shan Chaoqun, one of the Confucian Sect Wen Ling, must also carry the same supreme treasure, so that for the battle in front of him, the human race side is more sure.
At this time, the demon's throat that was aided by endless blood and qi in the blood cloud instantly swelled, and even the void around him could not withstand his sudden surge of power, and let out bursts of overwhelmed moans, which seemed to be shattered at any time.
Suddenly, the demon throat screamed, and suddenly, endless demonic qi poured out from his body again, mixed with the powerful blood qi projected down, and fell on the bone mountain suspended in the air with extreme domineering.
There was a loud bang, and Wei Wuji and Qian Duoduo, who were caught off guard, felt a roar in their ears, their chests tightened, and Venus flew in front of them.
Qian Duoduo was okay, he was above Wei Wuji in terms of both his physique and strength, his body stepped back a few feet, shook his head, let out a long breath, and suppressed the discomfort in his chest.
Wei Wuji suffered, and the loud noise directly shook him and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body suddenly withdrew more than ten zhang away, only then did he feel better.
The two of them looked up at the Bone Mountain, only to see that the Bone Mountain, which was still about a hundred zhang before, was already under the violent compression of the Demon Throat, and it was only less than ten zhang in size.
The essence of those bones had been squeezed out again, and it had become like substance, winding tightly around the bone mountain.
At this moment, the hands of the Demon Throat were dazzlingly moving, and the endless demonic qi and blood qi suddenly changed, turning into a black-red giant hammer that was only one zhang in size, and the giant hammer was covered with heart-palpitating magic patterns, full of endless power.
With a snort, the magic hammer swung with the magic arm of the demon throat, and kept hammering down towards the bone mountain below.
With a dull sound that made people hear a dull sound in the chest, the bone mountain began to shrink again, and gradually, a strangely shaped five-foot magic knife had gradually taken shape.
The magic knife, mainly the hardest part of the countless bones, was inlaid with each other layer upon layer, and the blade still retained the miserable white color of those bones, terrifying and penetrating.
On the back of its knife, two extremely sharp bone spurs poked out, and I didn't know what effect it would have, but its sharpness and sharpness made people shudder at first sight.
And on the blade of the entire magic knife, there were countless sharp teeth glowing with cold light, Wei Wuji just glanced at it, and then directly turned his head away, not daring to look at it again, because Fang Cai just glanced at it in a hurry, and he actually felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and he was almost injured by the sword qi that came with the magic knife.
Wei Wuji was secretly shocked, what kind of magic knife had been refined by the Demon Throat? Before it was fully refined, it already had such power!
Thinking of the jagged teeth on the blade, Wei Wuji couldn't help but shudder, if this was slashed by this magic knife, God knows what kind of wound it would be? Even if it was scratched by it, I was afraid that the wound would not be simple.
Suddenly, the Demon Throat began to chant in a very old and unfamiliar tone.
The voice was so soft, and it was in a very old magic language, that Wei Wuji could barely hear a word, and he couldn't make out a word.
He couldn't help but cast an inquiring look at Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo comprehended, his consciousness moved, and said to Wei Wuji: "This is a kind of demon language of the demon clan that can only be circulated among some ancient pure-blood royal clans, and it is also considered to be the language closest to the origin of the demon clan, so to speak, this is also a symbol of identity among the demon clan, and the demon clan who can understand this language must be the demon clan that has existed since ancient times." ”
Wei Wuji's divine sense moved, "What is the Demon Throat doing?"
Qian Duoduo said: "Demon sound soul grabbing, a powerful spell, can be burned on the blade, when you are against someone, you can send out bursts of magic sounds, interfere with the other party, if the opponent is not aware and immersed in the magic sound, you can only let it be slaughtered!"
Wei Wuji's heart couldn't help but sink, that magic knife was already powerful, and now with the magic sound soul snatching, wouldn't it be even more domineering.
"Phew!"
Suddenly, the demon throat shouted, his arms moved, and with a bang, the magic hammer suddenly slammed into the magic knife, and suddenly, endless demonic qi and blood overflowed, and with a loud roar, the magic knife was about to be fully formed.
Demon Throat turned his head to look at Wei Wuji, pointed at the magic knife and shouted: "Boy, blast the ice and fire qi in your body to it with the greatest strength, the deity has said that as long as you help the deity to refine the knife successfully, the deity will let you go immediately." ”
Wei Wuji looked at the magic knife that was still wrapped in the Endless Bone Essence and nodded.
The ice and fire disc in his body swirled rapidly, the cold light flashed, the fire light brightened, and suddenly, a blue ice qi and a purple wisp of immortal flame had already bombarded towards the mouth.
At the same time, the Demon Throat let out a deep cry, and with a snort, a black Demon Flame erupted from his mouth, also falling towards the Demon Knife.
With a very slight click, sparks splashed, the cold air overflowed, bursts of smoke rose from the magic knife, and the bone essence circulating around the magic knife frantically poured into the magic knife under Wei Wuji's ice and fire and the demon flame of the demon throat.