In the fast-sailing seven-pointed shuttle, Hongluan was looking ahead intently. The starlight on both sides drags its long tail backwards like shooting stars, and if you look at the magnificent scenery alone, this journey is still extremely desirable.

"What? You mean to let me use this four-colored greatsword?"

Somewhere in the seven-pointed shuttle, Zhang Yang was staring intently at Yuan Duo in front of him. If a single tearless dust is ineffective, Zhang Yang's only way is only the power of the stars, but what Zhang Yang never expected was that Zhang Yuan actually suggested that he directly use the four-color giant sword.

Zhang Yuan nodded bluntly, "Yes." ”

"No!" Zhang Yang said anxiously: "The power of the four-color giant sword is too great, even I can't control it myself, if I miss, it won't kill them." ”

"No, have you forgotten the previous Wu Mu?"

Zhang Yuan's words made Zhang Yang's thoughts fly to the previous keel ship in an instant, after Yuan Duo was defeated, Zhang Yang directly used the three-color giant sword on Wu Mu, but Wu Mu was unscathed, which was really surprising.

"You mean those little golden swords?" Zhang Yang finally remembered something.

"Yes, the Excalibur is extraordinary, but those golden swords are the key, and without their traction, the four-colored greatsword is useless. ”

"That being said, but..."

"Do you have any other way?"

Zhang Yuan's words dispelled his doubts, Zhang Yang nodded, since the matter had come to this point, he could only give it a try. But if even this method doesn't work, then Zhang Yang is really helpless.

"Huh!"

As Zhang Yang's thoughts flashed, the four-colored giant sword immediately appeared in front of Zhang Yang. Looking at the four-color light flickering slightly, Zhang Yang's heart was also slightly touched. But now is obviously not the time to think about this, Yuan Duo and the others have been petrified long enough.

"Slash!"

Zhang Yang's heart was ruthless, and the four-color giant sword that was horizontal in the sky immediately covered Yuan Duo's petrified body. And then, between the flashes of four-colored brilliance in the confined space, the clay sculpture standing in front of Zhang Yang was instantly shattered by the impact of the huge divine sword, and there was not even a piece of soil left.

"No!"

Although Zhang Yang was somewhat prepared, he was still shocked by this huge change when it came to the end, and the high-spirited, lonely and arrogant monkey before was gone?

"Oh yes, it's not time for you to be sad!"

Zhang Yang was blaming himself, and Zhang Yuan's voice suddenly appeared in his mind. He was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked up. The four-colored brilliance caused by the four-color giant sword had disappeared, and Yuan Duo, who should have vanished in front of him, was actually wrapped in a soft cloud at this moment.

And within the clouds, the monkey was standing there with a calm expression, but although he seemed to be fine, he was still in a state of coma.

"What's wrong with him, why hasn't he woken up yet?" Zhang Yang immediately asked.

"I don't know. ”

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan didn't even know. However, this situation at least proves that the four-colored greatsword is effective against the Tearless Dust.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang didn't delay any longer, and the four-colored giant sword flashed with light in his hand and instantly swept away towards the stone and others in front of him, and in just a moment, the stone and the others appeared in front of Zhang Yang like Yuan Duo.

"Alright, that's it next..."

Zhang Yang calmed down and gently held the shield he had snatched from Gold's hand in his hand. Since that battle, Zhang Yang has been recovering his strength, and with Zhang Yuan's resurrection, he has finally completely recovered his strongest state.

In fact, the current Zhang Yang has completely deviated from the Xingchen Sect's Xingchen Nine Transformation Exercises, with his current strength, he has already gone beyond the category of a cultivator, but to say that he is an immortal is absolutely impossible, because he lacks the most fundamental thing of an immortal - immortal yuan power.

On the whole, although Zhang Yang defeated a powerful golden immortal like Gold, most of his credit was due to the four-color giant sword, and Zhang Yang's own strength was probably only between the upper immortal and the golden immortal.

Maybe Zhang Yang's possession of such strength has already shocked the immortals, including Hua Yiduo and others, but Zhang Yang himself is far from being satisfied. If you want to go further, you have to be stronger, there is no doubt about that.

"What is this?" asked Zhang Yuan suspiciously.

"Two of my friends are imprisoned inside, oh yes, you should know them. Zhang Yang smiled.

"I know?"

Zhang Yuan was still puzzled, Zhang Yang had already started to do it. Although Gold was indeed defeated at his hands, in terms of the depth of strength, Zhang Yang was far inferior to Gold.

Therefore, when Zhang Yang tried his best to impact the mark left by Gold on the shield, an unshakable feeling of powerlessness instantly surged into his heart.

"No way, Gold's ban is too strong!"

"Why do you have to destroy it on a rampage?" Zhang Yuan said with a little puzzlement, "Why don't you try to assimilate it?"

"Assimilation, how to assimilate?" Zhang Yang wondered.

"Of course it's your star power!

"I see!"

Zhang Yang's spirit was shocked, and he immediately remembered that the power of the stars, which was affected by the power of the origin, also had the property of "sucking blood". Before entering the Immortal Realm, he did often use this trait, but as the opponents he encountered became stronger and stronger, the effect of this trait became less obvious.

"Whew!"

Taking a deep breath, the power of the pitch-black stars immediately rippled like a circle of ripples on the surface of the shield. And with the agitation of this ripple, the originally unbreakable prohibition immediately appeared a trace of undetectable changes.

The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the anthill, although the shield was only forbidden by an ant, but once its foundation was unstable, it was not far from the moment of fall.

......

"Hey, I'm talking about you!"

On a planet in a distant space of the human world, two men holding golden flags stared expressionlessly at the frightened men and women kneeling in front of them.

"Don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

At the feet of one of the men, an old man with gray hair was panting and trying to straighten up, but the difference in strength made him step on the man as soon as he made a move.

"Plop!"

The dull sound of collision sounded again, and although the old man's face was bruised from being hit, there was no intention of giving in to his face full of vicissitudes.

"Don't say it! The Watchmen live by faith, and as long as faith remains, the Watchmen will forever... Will never give in!"

The old man's face was full of determination, and although his mouth was covered with dirt, his categorical tone made the people in front of him immediately calm down.

"What?

The man looked at the men and women in front of him rather playfully, and then his face sank, and he suddenly stretched out a foot and stepped on the old man's wrist.

"Ahh

Although he was suffering from inhuman pain, the old man bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out. However, the tragic situation can not be described in words, and the clenching of his lips still immediately oozes a trace of blood.

"Patriarch!"

A man on his knees really didn't want to look any further, he wiped the tears from his face, took two steps forward, and threw himself in front of the patriarch.

"The Wardens are nothing more than a legend, please, don't go any further..."

As he spoke, the man grabbed the foot that had stepped on the patriarch's body, trying to move it away. But he had just touched that foot, and a blood-red light suddenly flashed, and the man instantly felt that his body was light, and he completely lost consciousness when he was tight.

"Misal!"

Misal slashed a bloody light in the air like a kite with a broken string, and then landed heavily in front of the men and women on the ground. The great grief made them tremble, and they wondered if the scene was just a nightmare.

"Haha..."

To everyone's surprise, seeing his own people die in front of him, the patriarch actually laughed out loud. He reached out and slowly touched the blood that was still dripping in front of him, and suddenly he laughed again.

"It's just a legend that even the gods of the previous world didn't dare to underestimate the clan that they had fallen to the point they are now... Really... Really... The passage of time has caused you to lose the faith that your ancestors have guarded for generations..."

"What kind of bullshit is this old man talking about?" The man holding the golden token looked at the crowd in front of him with disdain, "If you don't tell me Medusa's whereabouts, that kid will be your fate!"

"That's it!" Before the man could finish speaking, the patriarch on the ground suddenly laughed again, "I'll let you two soul puppets pretending to be immortals see what the power of faith is!"

"What? how do you know we're..."

When the two were frightened, they suddenly felt a huge force under their feet, and the man wanted to press it hard, but he was shocked to find that the force was too great, and he was almost blown out of the top after a stumble.

"The power of the Warden Clan has only been passed down to this point, but unfortunately... Sgarro's girl isn't there... It's a pity that the Ancestor..."

The old man was sighing, and suddenly felt a sudden coolness on his body, and a familiar and unfamiliar feeling suddenly poured out from heaven and earth.

"Is this the First Ancestor... resurrected..."

Shocked and delighted, when the old man was surprised by his judgment, suddenly a yin wind flashed, and a long sword suddenly pierced his chest from behind.

"Hahaha..."

The blood on his body kept dripping to the ground, but the old man seemed to be unconscious, and his drooping and rotten body kept trembling with joy.

"The kids... Our Ancestors... He... Faith... Steadfast..."

Behind the old man, the man drew his long sword violently, and the huge penetration made the old man almost unable to make a sound, his words were short and weak, but his face was full of smiles.

The faith of generations of people has finally reappeared in his hands, and although he is nearing the end of his life, he feels lucky to be compared to those ancestors who died in confusion and helplessness, because he has finally regained the meaning and dignity of the existence of the Watcher clan!