Chapter Two Thousand and Fifty-Seven: The Power of the Soul Devouring Sword

In addition to the ice giants, more than 100 demonic beasts of different shapes emerged from the ice silk silk, all of them exhaling cold breath, and their bodies were composed of 10,000 years of cold ice.

"Go!"

The light sound of the Ice Spirit Demon Ancestor reached his ears, and those demonic beast giants let out an earth-shattering roar together, and rushed towards Lin Xuan.

The momentum was amazing, but just like this, he couldn't help himself, Lin Xuan sucked. Angry, the whole body was blue, and he was about to fly out of the oblique thorn.

It's not because she's afraid, but in terms of the current situation, it's obviously not cost-effective to run into the other party, and the only way to win is to find out where the weaknesses in her domain are.

Lin Xuan was reluctant to go straight to the front, but things were not as easy as he expected, the Ice Spirit Demon Ancestor followed one after another, Lin Xuan's figure had just flashed, and the void behind him suddenly fluctuated without warning.

Countless silver filaments appeared strangely, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, looking from a distance, like a spider's web, Lin Xuan was tied up by the five flowers.

"Mother's ......"

Lin Xuan was dumbfounded, but the corners of the Ice Spirit Demon Ancestor's mouth showed a bit of ridicule: "Stupid guy, I am in charge of my domain, do you think you can run?"

Changing the warehouse, Lin Xuan really didn't have the slightest preparation this time, and the other party wouldn't give him time to react, those demonic beasts and ice giants had already been killed.

Lin Xuan had nowhere to hide, his hands and feet were tied, and naturally it was impossible to sacrifice the treasure, in other words, at this moment, he was completely in a state of defenselessness.

"You don't know what to do, you can die. On Bingluo's face, there was a heavy flash of murderous intent.

"yes, not necessarily!"

The panic on Lin Xuan's face was only for a moment, and this result really shocked him, but he didn't really let others slaughter him.

Before Lin Xuan's words fell, there was already a golden mang behind him, and then Xiao Luo Tianxiang appeared, and nine heads and eighteen arms appeared behind him.

It looks mighty. The movements of each arm were stretched or bent, and then the spirit was great, and eighteen weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds appeared one after another, and they were held by the eighteen arms respectively, and then swung forward fiercely.

Rumble!

The five-colored aura was great, and all kinds of light waves and wind blades appeared, but such a change was something that the Ice Spirit Demon Ancestor did not expect.

Although these eighteen weapons were not surprising compared to what Lin Xuan commonly used, they were numerous, and the power of the eighteen weapons wielding them together was really extraordinary, and all the monsters were killed.

Then Lin Xuan let out a loud shout, and his whole body was full of green light, and the phantom heavenly fire emerged from the surface of his body, and those silver filaments suddenly couldn't resist it, and were refined into nothingness.

"Xiao Luo Tianxiang, this god rises",... Where did you learn that?"

The Ice Spirit Demon Ancestor did not stop it, his face was full of shock, yes, although there was a big difference between him and Xiao Luo Tianxiang, who he had seen from that person millions of years ago, he would not admit it.

Lin Xuan was also shocked, the other party was actually able to recognize Xiao Luo Tianxiang, could it be said that this secret technique was actually extraordinary, you must know that although the ice spirit in front of Lu Dao was just a wisp of soul, but the difference was strength, insight and ontology, there was no difference.

One of the Nine True Demon Ancestors, cultivating to a figure comparable to a scattered immortal, his vision was of course extraordinary, but at this moment, Lin Xuan was in no mood to think about it more.

After experiencing the crisis just now, Lin Xuan figured out a problem, although the other party's domain must be flawed, he may not be able to see it.

After all, the realm is at least something that only a monk in the Tribulation Period can have, and it is still too far away from himself.

Such a strange thing involves something that you can't comprehend, so even if you have any weaknesses, you will definitely not see it.

For this point, Lin Xuan knew it in his heart, but it was a pity that he had only figured out this truth, otherwise he might not have fallen into the urn just now.

But it wasn't too late, Lin Xuan's eyes brightened again.

No longer take shortcuts, look for where the weaknesses of the field are, and prepare for a dignified battle.

One force will drop ten!

What about the field?

As long as the power is sufficient, Lin Xuan believes that the world can break it.

Thinking so in his heart, Lin Xuan stretched out his right hand, only to see him shake slightly, his aura flashed, and a short sword about a foot long flew out.

The shape is completely different from the original Demon Sword, and the Spirit Devouring Sword is simply another treasure.

It is simple but not simple, and a gorgeous and domineering momentum emerges.

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand to hold it, and then flipped his left hand, and a small jade bottle appeared.

The cork opened by itself, and Lin Xuan raised his head and dripped a drop of spiritual liquid into his mouth.

"Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk. ”

Of course, Bingluo knew the goods, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, after all, for the existence of the Cave Xuan Period, it was not easy to get such a genius earth treasure.

But soon her pupils shrank, and her attention was attracted by the short sword in Lin Xuan's hand, which was a little familiar, but it was not the same as the one in her memory, could it be an imitation of that thing.

Tea ",... No, even if it was an imitation, it would not have fallen into the hands of a mere cave monk.

Before Bing Lu's thoughts had turned, Lin Xuan had already made a move.

This is the first time that the Spirit Devouring Sword has been used after it has been refined, just to see how powerful it is, although Lin Xuan has not tried it yet, but the vision from the time of sacrifice is still quite worth looking forward to.

After drinking the 10,000-year-old spirit milk, Lin Xuan's strength had fully recovered, and he immediately took a deep breath and poured the strength of his body into the Spirit Devouring Immortal Sword in his hand.

Suddenly, a majestic aura rose up, centered on the immortal sword in Lin Xuan's hand, and burst out towards the surroundings.

Then in a flash, four strands were actually divided. Each one is very different in nature.

The white is gold, the blue is wood, the blue is water, and the red is man,...。

Then the four spiritual energies converged separately, and the sound of clear and majestic roars reached the ears, and four huge spirit beast phantoms appeared in the sight.

Although the four spirit beasts are different, they all have a noble or unruly momentum that spreads out .......

Green Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu.

Bingluo's gaze swept over, and the expression on his face was shocked again.

"Pass",... Could it be the Four Elephant Sword, no, even among the innate spirit treasures, the Four Elephant Sword is also a top-ranked treasure, and its power is much more terrifying, this should just be an imitation of sacrifice. ”

The voice of the ice spirit muttered into his ears, pointing out that the origin of the Spirit Devouring Sword in Lin Xuan's hand was not trivial, but at this moment, how could Lin Xuan have time to delve into it, now defeating a strong enemy is the first priority, as for the rest, it is just a floating cloud.

Lin Xuan's eyes and nose looked at his heart, no matter what the other party said, he was indifferent, and now he felt quite similar to the first time he used the Demon Yuan Sword, his own strength seemed to be a little insufficient, and all of a sudden, most of it was sucked away.

The phantoms of the four spirits in mid-air became more and more hideous, lifelike, and the violent momentum diffused from the sacrifices, and then they rushed towards the enemy together.

This time, Bing Luo no longer looked confident, his face finally showed a dignified color, his hands flew like butterflies wearing flowers, and mysterious seals flew out one by one.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Lin Xuan felt as if time had slowed down, and the space had been distorted, but the phantom of the four spirits still flew over inch by inch.

Lin Xuan's face was extremely solemn, with seriousness and surprise, looking at his own guess, it was indeed true, even in the realm, one force to ten would be equally applicable.

After all, the split soul of the ice spirit is only the cave period, how can it be possible to change the rules of heaven and earth, at most, it is to rely on his own experience and make some use.

That is to say, if it is in the eyes of immortal cultivators of the same level, it is naturally a showmanship, but in the face of low-level cultivators, it is still very powerful.

And the power of the Spirit Devouring Sword is not trivial, her realm, sure enough, can no longer be suppressed, of course, it is not useless, Lin Xuan and Bing Spirit are both holding each other with their hands flat.

After another moment, the sound of stabbing came to the ears, and the scene in front of him changed, the ice field disappeared without a trace, and the phantom of the four spirits also faded and merged, replaced by a huge ball of light that appeared in the line of sight, and the four-colored glass continued to fly towards the ice spirit.

Every inch of walking is extremely difficult, and the space appears more and more seriously distorted.

However, Bing Soul was not having a good time, although the light ball was coming very slowly, but at this moment, she couldn't move at all, because as long as she was distracted, the strength of the realm would not be able to be suppressed, and the two sides fought to such a moment, it was simply hard to consume.

And this process is complicated, in fact, it is only a few breaths before and after, and the difficulties and twists in the middle are not mentioned for the time being, and at the end, there is always a winner and loser.

The degree of subtlety of the Ice Spirit Theory is naturally far from being comparable to Lin Xuan, but even in the face of the Demon Ancestor, Lin Xuan also has an advantage, he has two babies and one Dan in his body, that is to say, his strength is deeper than that of Ice Spirit.

Coupled with the Spirit Devouring Sword in his hand, such a hold is naturally beneficial to him.

At this point, Lin Xuan naturally knew that when the fight progressed to this point, he should also divide the winner and lose, and if he continued to delay, it would definitely be harmful to himself.

Thinking so in his heart, Lin Xuan shouted, the strength of his whole body burst out, and he opened his mouth and spewed out several mouthfuls of natal vitality.

The ball of light formed by the convergence of the four spirits suddenly became brighter and brighter, and the sound of breaking inch by inch came into the ears, and the constraints of the realm finally lost their effect, and the speed of sacrifice suddenly increased.

"Nope.... ”

Bing Luo exclaimed, his face showed disbelief, this is impossible, although he is just a wisp of soul, but how can he be defeated in the hands of an ant, a mere Cave Xuan Stage Immortal Cultivator, where did he come from such strength?

However, no matter what she thought, the ball of light had already flown three feet in front of her, and the next moment, it engulfed her. (