Devil Seeds

Put aside those sneaky calculations behind the scenes, and turn your attention back to the world.

Xue Shaocun may set off huge waves in the future, but at this moment, he is just a cub who just broke free from the shackles.

On the other side of the world, the gods who were born in this world are in an extremely violent conflict with the swordsman who moved from the world of high martial arts.

The origin of the conflict is simple.

For a mountain, a piece of land, and some people in the territory, that's all.

Those monks who have cultivated for thousands of years in the world of high martial arts, brought their accumulation and belongings in another world, and came to this new world for them. They did not come to compromise and develop slowly.

Smash a mountain, kill a god, is there a simpler and more direct way to gain fame, gain prestige, gain authority and rich accumulation than this?

there is none left!

Therefore, a monk who called himself Yuncheng Sword Immortal killed a mountain with a god, and wanted to seize everything that belonged to the god.

Perhaps in reality, they dare not show their teeth to mythical existences.

But in the world of Turin's Dream, they are convinced that life and death are fake and interests are real.

And the accumulation of thousands of years of practice has given him the confidence to be confident that even if he has not crossed that threshold, there will be no gap in strength and combat power, and he will even surpass it.

All around are looming spectators.

Many people care about this battle.

Regarding the aborigines in this world, the cultivators want to know what the means of cultivation are.

On the sacred mountain, the alien god with three legs, six eyes and eight arms, who was not human, had stopped his fury.

With the help of some remnants in the ruins, the alien race directly ascended to the gods, but there is no sequelae of overpowering the seedlings, and it is relatively weak.

The infusion of information and consciousness completely transformed this alien race.

As a mortal, he is completely different from him as a god, and perhaps what continues is only his memory.

And the continuation of this 'fake' is exactly the reason why Ke Xiaoliang will ring the bell of Broken Dreams for the second time in the future.

The alien god stretched out his hand to hold his divine power, and it turned into a knife in his hand.

The light of the sword and the thunderbolt, carrying a seemingly inescapable and dodgeable force, charged towards the swordsman in white.

Under the sword in white, Ling Yuluo felt the majestic squeezing force around him for a moment, and couldn't escape, so he could only resist directly with the long sword in his hand.

There was a collision, a powerful energy impact.

Ling Yuluo's figure retreated extremely quickly, and the circulating true qi and the power of qi and blood were condensed into one stream, and the martial arts form transformed into it was scattered as soon as it was rushed.

The powerful impact made Ling Yuluo fly for at least a dozen miles.

Finally, when flying out of the eighteenth mile, Ling Yuluo forcibly stopped his galloping back with his true energy.

He leaned back and spat out a mouthful of blood!

As soon as they fought, the confident swordsman was already injured.

It seems that the final outcome of the battle is also self-evident at this time.

Many monks watching the battle around were in an uproar.

Many of them knew Ling Yuluo.

Although this person is only a casual cultivator in reality, in the world of high martial arts, he has become the sword-wielding elder of the sword city of the rising power. No match for tyranny.

In the world of high martial arts, he belongs to the top figure, and he dare not provoke him casually. In the world, he is like a god.

Even some real myths who entered the Gaowu world later, when meeting them in the Gaowu world, they will give them a little more respect, which can be regarded as an equal friendship.

However, at this time, Ling Yuluo's mouthful of blood seemed to have directly spilled this seemingly vain pride.

They obviously forgot that in worlds such as Gaowu and Wasteland, years of accumulation gave them a power comparable to mythology, which not only stemmed from their own practice, but also from the rules and restrictions of the world itself.

In the world of high martial arts, spells and supernatural powers are not available, and only martial arts last forever.

Naturally, warriors with rich experience and accumulation can be valued and treated equally by the mythology of reality.

But that is not the case in the world of the Turin Dream.

Dream of Turin has an extremely broad inclusiveness, which can accommodate almost any kind of extraordinary power.

This also means that any power can be fully exerted here without being suppressed in the slightest.

When the power of mythology is no longer limited, does not cross classes, but lacks enough real background, it is just a clumsy effort that is repeatedly accumulated, and then it reveals its weakness and clumsiness.

clang!

The alien gods swung another knife.

This time, he used more divine power.

Ling Yuluo seemed to see a golden mythical kingdom falling towards him.

The mental impact, on the contrary, stimulated his martial arts will.

Could this be the turning point in this battle?

The true meaning of Dugu Nine Swords was running, Ling Yuluo gave up his defense at this time, and mobilized all his true energy, turned it into fierce sword energy, and stabbed a very threatening sword, pointing directly at the alien god. a flaw.

This sword is not only to attack the enemy but to save oneself, but also to put one's death to the next life.

Ling Yuluo's rich fighting experience reminded him that if he fights against a more powerful enemy, he will lose if he defends for a long time.

This sword came wonderfully.

Many monks watching the battle applauded one after another, waiting for this sword to make meritorious service.

Unexpectedly, the alien god suddenly spread out his eight arms, encircling his body into a ball.

At the same time, a smaller version of him emerged from the Tianling Cap.

Jump in the other direction.

Pooh!

Ling Yuluo's sword did accurately hit the vital point of the alien god.

However, the body of the alien god turned into a golden flame and disappeared by itself amidst the sharp sword energy tearing apart.

The small alien god who jumped out of the sky cap seems to have absorbed the nutrients of the original body, slowly enlarged, and finally returned to its original shape.

Ling Yuluo tried his best to strike a sword, but it didn't have the slightest effect.

On the contrary, in this way, he let go of his fierce intentions and missed some hole cards, which made the alien gods take precautions.

If you want to use such a lore sword to turn the enemy into the main... it will be even more difficult.

There were sighs in the crowd.

Many people made suggestions loudly, as if they were in a different place, they could deal with it calmly and kill the enemy with three moves.

Ling Yuluo was forced to fall into a defensive state again, and the long sword in his hand was repeatedly attacked forcefully, and a few cracks had already appeared.

Although the material of the sword body is excellent, and it has been refined for many years, it is already extraordinary.

But the sword itself is not something to be used for violence, and the divine power of the alien gods is also very powerful, so it should not be underestimated.

Ling Yuluo's sword can withstand several consecutive attacks, which is considered commendable.

"Idiot, he is a god, but you are a monk."

"This is not yesterday, you have a lot of true energy, and you still can't use a few Taoism and spells?" A cold drink sounded, like a basin of cold water, pouring on Ling Yuluo's head.

Ling Yuluo suddenly seemed to have opened his eyes, pinched a sword finger, and recited the formula.

But in a moment, the wind and sand swirled around, and a large number of invisible swords burst out with murderous intent, and surrounded the alien god from all directions.

After creating a distraction obstacle with spells, Ling Yuluo used his body skills to shuttle through a large number of invisible sword qi, condense his true energy, transform the sword qi, and gather a large number of invisible swords to attack at the same time.

This blow means that thousands of blades and ten thousand blows are true, and all truths are hidden in one death.

With a large number of real but not powerful attacks, it covered up the real deadly sword.

The cooperation between the monk's means and the warrior's attack is undoubtedly revealed.