Chapter 311: The Oolong Sword and the Lich Main Battlefield

"Quack!"

On the sun star, the golden flame was monstrous, a black cry, the flame retreated, and a golden crow rose into the sky, turning into a golden gorgeous sword in mid-air, and fell into the hands of a magnificent man wearing an imperial robe. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the endless years that followed, the long sword that flew out of the sun and stars was tied to the waist by the man, worshiped by ten thousand demons, and killed millions of living beings.

In a big battle, the long sword held in the hands of the mighty man was knocked away by a giant who stepped on the double dragon, and fell thousands of miles away from the south of Buzhou Mountain, after a shocking bang, a crack appeared on the sword, but it was the mighty man who blew himself up, as the sword of his sacrifice for ten thousand years, and was also seriously injured.

The sword screamed, and the battered sword spirit fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up again, he was already in the abyss of despair:

Corpse demons are everywhere, evil spirits are everywhere, the world is full of resentment, corpses, and the earth's wind and water are raging, and it is a scene of apocalypse.

The power of time is great, the wind, water and fire that have raged for a long time have dissipated without a trace, the corpse demon is rotten, the resentful spirit is scattered, and the corpse gas and resentment are also decomposed under the power of time.

There was no fighting, and the killing aura accumulated by the long sword for hundreds of millions of years gradually dissipated under the baptism of time.

As time passed, the power of the longsword became weaker and weaker, and in order to avoid becoming a pile of scrap metal, the longsword flew around in this abyss of despair, breaking through layers of maze, finding a place with abundant fire spirits, and sinking into the magma to absorb the power of fire spirits.

Endless years, the long sword turned into a golden crow to patrol this abyss, looking for a way out, although the earth fire is good, but it is not as comfortable as the sun true fire to absorb, but unfortunately has not found a way out.

One day in a certain year, month, and day, the sword spirit of the Golden Crow Sword didn't know what day it was, and the Golden Crow Sword, which was recuperating in the magma, suddenly felt a familiar breath.

Sensing carefully, the Golden Crow Sword Spirit found that it was the breath of the Golden Crow, but there was death in the breath, which seemed to be a magic weapon refined from the bones of the Golden Crow.

The sword spirit of the Golden Black Sword, which was born from Taiyi's will, suddenly had an emotion called anger, and inexplicably rushed out of the magma and launched a crazy attack on a handsome man holding a golden feather......

Devouring the Golden Black Sword Sword Spirit, the countless thousands of years of experience of the Sword Spirit rushed into his mind, almost impacting Chen Xian into an idiot.

If it weren't for the sword spirit's simple mind, not as many distracting thoughts as life, and many irrelevant scenes being eliminated by him, the memories of his two lifetimes combined, which were less than fifty, would have been drowned out by the memories of the golden crow sword spirit and he would have lost himself.

The Yuan Shen Parasitic Dafa continued, and the figure of the Golden Crow Sword Spirit changed from golden yellow to pale yellow, and you could see a round ball in its abdomen that was constantly getting bigger and more golden in color.

After casting the Yuanshen Parasitic Dafa, a large number of memories rushed into his mind, and Chen Xian had been in a state of confusion, sitting cross-legged with a demented face.

Once the Yuan Shen Parasitic Dafa begins to devour the link, the speed will become faster and faster, almost in the blink of an eye, and the already somewhat illusory Golden Crow Sword Spirit will dissipate silently.

"Alas......" The golden black sword spirit dissipated, and Chen Xian, who had been sitting stupidly, suddenly let out a long sigh with vicissitudes in his eyes.

"Uh!" As soon as he finished sighing, Chen Xian couldn't help but be stunned, the dissipation of the Golden Crow Sword Spirit was expected, and he was qualified to sigh, isn't this a cat crying mouse fake compassion?

"It seems that the Golden Crow Sword Spirit still has some influence on me!" Chen Xian raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Although he was affected by the experience of the Golden Crow Sword Spirit, Chen Xian didn't care, after a long time, everything would naturally return to normal, even if it was not normal, he would get used to it.

Chen Xian calmed down, his gaze penetrated the body of the Golden Crow Sword, and landed on the golden ball inside, which was one-fifth of his Yuan Shen, but he used the Yuan Shen Parasitic Dafa to devour the Golden Crow Sword Spirit, and was about to turn into a new Sword Spirit.

Chen Xian may be the first person in the past and present to use the Yuan Shen Parasitic Dafa to snatch a sword, and he doesn't know if the Yuan Shen who has split himself can control the Golden Crow Sword after devouring the Golden Crow Sword Spirit.

"Touching ......"

The golden orb pulsates like a human heart, and a new sword spirit is about to be born.

The golden ball pulsated, and its volume began to increase, but in two or three breaths, it expanded two or three times, reaching the size of the previous golden black sword spirit, and after growing outward again, it finally stopped.

"Bump, bump, bump......"

The pulsations on the ball grew stronger and stronger, and at some point it suddenly sounded.

The eyes flickered, the golden ball suddenly moved, and a golden Jiao with wings on its back suddenly stretched its claws, looking up to the sky and roaring: "Whew-"

Feeling that he had absolute control over the newborn sword spirit, Chen Xian put away the soul suppression seal, and also put away the three sealing talismans.

There is no change in the soul suppression seal, the aura in the three sealing talismans has been depleted a lot, and the talisman paper made of animal skin is also a little burnt, and it seems that it will not be long in life.

"Huh, there is actually a force in this sword that is repelling the sword spirit, it is the power of Taiyi's bloodline!" Chen Xian Yuanshen communicated with the new sword spirit of the Golden Black Sword, and after feeling a huge force suppressing the sword spirit, he was not a little depressed.

After all, the Golden Crow Sword has been nourished by Taiyi's countless essence blood, and the power of the bloodline is very strong, so it has such a strong exclusivity, Chen Xian estimated, even if the sword spirit obeys his orders 100%, but under the rejection of the power of this bloodline, he can use the power of the Golden Crow Sword at most.

The Golden Black Sword is the best acquired treasure of the super golden hoop rod n times, even if it can only use thirty percent of the strength, it is more than the golden hoop rod. Holding the Golden Crow Sword, Chen Xian felt like he was carrying a sun, and with a wave of his hand, he could cut out the infinite sun true fire, burn the mountains and boil the sea, and burn some junior golden immortals who had no treasures to protect themselves.

"It's a pity that I can only use 30% of my strength. "Although the strength of the Golden Crow Sword exceeds that of the Golden Hoop Rod, and the Star Scar Sword is a galaxy, it is still a pity that it cannot exert its full strength.

"How can we refine the power of this bloodline and exert ten percent of the power of the Golden Crow Sword?" Chen Xian frowned and pondered, he could only use the power of the Golden Crow Sword three percent, he would not be satisfied.

The power of the bloodline is too mysterious, although Chen Xian has been practicing the True Dragon Nine Style to purify the dragon bloodline in his body, he has not understood why he can purify the bloodline in this way, and he does not know how to control the power of the bloodline in the Golden Crow Sword for a while.

"Take your time, this sword is in hand, and there will come a time when it will be used to develop its full power. Chen Xian's fingers slashed over the body of the Golden Crow Sword, feeling the majestic power on it and his rejection of himself, he thought a little unwillingly.

"But this sword follows itself, and it is no longer appropriate to call it the Golden Crow Sword, looking at the appearance of the sword spirit, it seems to be a mixture of the Golden Crow and the Dragon, so it is better to call it the Black Jiao...... The oolong sword is good! The sword that repels the master is indeed enough for the oolong!" Chen Xian waved the oolong sword and leaned it against his back, without a suitable scabbard, it could only be like this.

"The ordinary magic weapon is indeed almost rotten, do you want to go to the main battlefield of the lich in Rouge's mouth to have a look?" Chen Xian stared into the distance, a little hesitant in his heart.

The main battlefield of the Lich is said by Rouge, there must be high-grade magic weapons, but there must be a lot of dangers, I originally thought that I could fully exert the power of the Oolong Sword, with the support of my own mana, the Golden Crow Sword can play a sharp edge that rivals the peak of Taiyi, and it should be able to deal with it calmly at the main battlefield of the Lich, but now it can only use the power of the Golden Black Sword......

"Rouge that girl pulled a few cannon fodder and dared to go to the main battlefield of the lich, she had the innate spirit treasure town soul seal, and the acquired treasure gold black sword, if you didn't dare to go, you could simply kill yourself. After thinking about it, Chen Xian walked against the wind and went straight to the main battlefield of the lich.

The Golden Crow Sword has been wandering in the Abyss of Buzhou for countless years, and he has absorbed the memory of the Golden Crow Sword Spirit with the Parasitic Dafa of the Yuan Shen, and Chen Xian has a deep understanding of the Abyss of Buzhou. Those illusions had no effect on him at all, but in a moment, he was in the place where the lich masters had fought - a basin with a radius of nearly 10,000 miles, covered with black mist, and occasionally shining with starlight and ghostly fire.