Tyrant Sword Soul - Chapter 1226

This is different from the previous use of attack. This time it is used as fusion material, so we should be careful.

The little soul was not talking, and the Dragon candle naturally didn’t move. Speaking of it, since they came back from wutiancheng, Long Zhu’s character has been much more insipid than before, and he hardly talked to Wang Yu.

These Wang Yu also noticed, but now it’s more important to defeat Gu youzong first, so he didn’t care much.

No one spoke, and the hot breath around wrapped Wang Yu and him, but there were actually five spiritual senses present.

Xin Yue was also calm, closed her eyes and manipulated the red flame halberd to flow out of her body slowly, and then merged with the other three artifact just released by Wang Yu.

The process of fusing the Four Swords seems to be long, but it was easily completed under the attentive protection of two people and three spirits.

Xinyue’s body still has some mental power that has just poured in and has not been fully controlled, but it can help appease the exclusion in the integration of the four swords.

Wang Yu maintained a posture from beginning to end and instilled his martial spirit and flame inheritance into the four shining artifacts. Among them, there was no lack of spiritual bodies wandering around to jointly protect its generation.

Time passed quietly. In this sunless lava cave, three days have passed unconsciously.

They seemed isolated from the world, completely unaware that the world outside Jindi had become earth shaking.

In the early morning of the fourth day, the golden land, like the Wufu continent outside, ushered in a new day of sunrise. However, all things in the golden land did not have the appearance of prosperity.

At the foot of an insignificant hill and cliff, in the hidden lava cave that no one noticed, Wang Yu and Xin Yue’s motionless posture finally loosened.

Jiandi, it’s done!

“My master, for thousands of years, has the ancient Youdi reappeared?”

In the narrow cave, the golden sword was floating in the air. Wang Yu couldn’t see what it looked like. He only heard this powerful sound.

He and Xin Yue looked at each other, and then saw two beams of light, one blue and one red, shining gently on the ground and turning into two figures.

“Ten thousand souls pay homage to the sword emperor.”

“ChiYan visits the sword emperor.”

The two voices sounded at the same time. Wang Yu was confused when he looked at the kneeling of the two guardian spirits of Xiaohun and ChiYan.

The sword emperor had no real shape, his long and dazzling light flickered, and his vigorous old voice sounded, “up, make a long story short.”

Little soul and red flame also stood up, stepped back, turned into two beams of light again, and returned to Wang Yu and Xin Yue respectively.

“My master, please pick me up and fight Gu you with me.”

The voice fell, the dazzling light flashed suddenly, and then all disappeared, revealing only its original appearance.

Wang Yu paused, his eyes were cold, and he also stepped forward, stretched out his hand and held the sword emperor in front of him.

At the moment of taking the sword emperor, Wang Yu only felt that bursts of fragments flashed in his mind. He didn’t react until Xin Yue behind him held his shoulder.

“What’s the matter? The sword emperor has no sword spirit. This is its essence.”

Xin Yue’s concerned voice came. Wang Yu looked back, nodded to her, blinked, and squeezed out a light tear

He subconsciously touched it and stared at the tears in his hands. When he held the sword emperor just now, all the chaos and killings thousands of years ago poured into his mind. For a moment, his ears seemed to be crying in distress. Within his reach, there were corpses everywhere. There were only gray and endless red in the world, without any vitality.

“Is this… The destructive power of ancient you emperor?”

Wang Yu murmured, and Xin Yue frowned at him, but heard the old voice falling into his ears:

“It’s getting late. It’s time to stop this catastrophe.”

The voice fell, and the two people glittered with brilliant light. The wind skipped. In the blink of an eye, two figures, one green and one red, appeared on a high tower.

Wang Yu held the sword emperor in his hand and Xin Yue in his other hand. He stood at the highest point and looked down. There was no wave on his face. He already knew what was going on.

Here, it is the highest point of forget worry Township, the dream building of Zhao Qingyuan who has been here before.

Xin Yue’s red light floated around her. She also saw the scene under the tower and couldn’t help covering her mouth subconsciously.

Thousands of miles of floating corpses, thousands of miles of Blood River

Here, it’s purgatory on earth.

“Ha ha, Wang Yu, our Lord has been waiting for you for a long time.”

The arrogant voice came. Wang Yu knew it was huacangqiu without looking. However, he knew better that they could not achieve such an effect of common indignation only by virtue of their ghost sect.

Guyou emperor, born.

The havoc of heaven and earth was not stopped before it began.

Wang Yu frowned and firmly held the sword emperor in his hand. Beside him stood Xin Yue who was advancing and retreating with him.

The wind is so strong that people’s faces are tingling, but the more painful battle has just begun.