This saint is too cruel

Chapter 7 Dragon Soul, My Dragon Soul

The Nine Great Elders are the famous legendary gods and demons - Longyuan Nine Swordsmen, all of them are figures of gods and demons. In the era when gods and demons danced wildly, I don't know how many gods and demons have been slaughtered.

The leader of the Holy Cult is named Longzu, who belonged to the Jade Emperor-level terrifying existence in the ancient times. He established the Longyuan Holy Cult with his own power. The age is gone.

The Treasure Pavilion, after thousands of years, appeared in the Dayan Territory without warning, and no one in the Outer Territory knew about it.

Ye Wuyou was very strange, the original owner had been here countless times, and every time he couldn't get even half a step closer to the Treasure Pavilion.Jiu Nu has never appeared before, let alone such an induction screen.

But soon, he realized that this resonance was entirely due to the chaotic energy in his body.

This is a good thing.

With the induction, it means that he has a predestined relationship with the Treasure Pavilion, or he can enter it to touch the great opportunity.

"These nine strands of profound energy are the will of the nine slaves, and this is the Nine Slaves Formation."

He could feel the incomparably powerful power of the Nine Slaves Formation, which far surpassed his cognition. It seemed that all realm cultivation bases were not worth mentioning here.

"The will of the ancient gods and demons is too strong. If you want to forcibly break into the Treasure Pavilion, you must be at least a godslayer at the prehistoric level. Otherwise, it is impossible to enter the Treasure Pavilion."

This is the reason why the original owner failed countless times. He surrounded it, one is to make it easier for him to try, and the other is to prevent others from taking the lead, but it seems that all of these are superfluous.

When I was young, the Nine Slaves Formation turned into nine directions of profound energy, fell to the nine directions of Ye Wuyou, and turned into nine human figures looming, this is the legendary Nine Sword Slaves of Longyuan.

They either held long swords, dragged large swords, or squeezed short swords, and the aura they emitted intertwined with each other, directly distorting the entire space, and a huge black vortex appeared in the headspace, covering him, as if he was doing the whole body. scanning.

"So strong!"

This kind of power even surpasses the power of immortals by countless times. They are all figures of the level of gods and demons.

Ye Wuyou could feel that any breath could easily crush him, the sky of Dayan Domain was too low.

A moment later, with a crisp sound, Jiu Nu disappeared without a trace.

Ye Wuyou felt relieved when he mentioned his throat, took a deep breath, and sweated all over the ground.

During the whole process, he completely inherited the coldness and stability of the original owner, and remained motionless from beginning to end, quietly staring at these changes, no matter how much fear and collapse he felt in his heart.

It's a blessing that Jiunu didn't kill him when he cast the formation.

As soon as he turned around, his little heart felt the horror of blowing up the street again, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Not far away, an old man with a full head of white hair stood proudly against him, his eyes were empty, and a broken sword was stuck in his chest, which was crumbling and mottled with rust.

His arms were hanging down, and his hands were full of skeletons, which was very terrifying.

The entire head was burning with black flames, and black mist was constantly spraying out from the eye holes, nose, and mouth, each trace of which carried monstrous power, and there was a dark hole in the chest, filled with black light, like a small black hole that kept going out Spray high energy.

This kind of power makes people feel the horror of instant despair, which is far stronger than the coercion of Jiu Nu by countless times.

Even a holy master like Ye Wuyou is too small in front of him, he feels so fragile that he will break if he blows it.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath, and in the blink of an eye, the old man disappeared without a trace.

"Am I blinded?"

Ye Wuyou shook his head, and in a blink of an eye, the old man appeared again, halfway to him.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone again.

Turning around, he actually appeared behind him, his hair stood on end in an instant, and his cold sweat doubled.

This is too evil, as the ceiling of Dayan, he is so unbearable in front of the old man.

The moment he turned around, the old man appeared in front of him again, this time only five meters away.

From such a distance, he could clearly see the burning head of the old man, covered by the terrifying aura emanating from his body, he couldn't see his face clearly.

The clothes were threadbare and shattered, with black light spraying out, only a skeleton hand was visible leaking out of the sleeve.

"This dress!"

The appearance of a person that flashed in Ye Wuyou's mind just now, his clothes are exactly the same as those on this person.

"Long Zu!"

That's right, this old man is none other than Longzu. However, he seems to have been seriously injured before sealing the Treasure Pavilion.

"Longzu, this junior has no intention of offending, please redeem!"

In the instant of speaking, Longzu disappeared.

Looking back, he appeared face to face with him, like a human balloon, with nothing but the overflowing terrifying aura.

At this time, Ye Wuyou was imprisoned by the terrifying breath, and all realms and even the power of immortality were invalid.

Long Zu seemed to be examining him, left and right, front and back.

Facing the mighty Longzu, he didn't feel the killing intent, nor did he feel any kindness.

Longzu also always disappeared at a speed that his naked eyes could not recognize, and then reappeared in another place, this speed has long been beyond his cognition.

After a while, Long Zu disappeared again, taking all the imprisonment with him, and Ye Wuyou saw Long Zu again in front of the treasure map.

He walked crookedly towards the Treasure Pavilion, and there was an intermittent whine, as if he was crying, very sad.

In the blink of an eye, he had already entered the Treasure Pavilion.

Suddenly, a burst of profound energy flew out of the Treasure Pavilion and entered Ye Wuyou's body.

A line of golden characters appeared in the center of the chaotic air in the dantian:
[Treasure Pavilion: The second phase of the Tai Chi Tu sky cover phase is open. 】

Ye Wuyou was overjoyed, it was indeed in his expectation, this is a great thing.

In other words, if you upgrade the Tai Chi diagram to the second phase of the sky cover, you can freely enter and exit the Treasure Pavilion.

But soon I can't be happy, isn't this a big pit.

The first phase of the Guiyuan period requires 30 soldier souls. The soldier souls come from the absorption and condensing of magic weapons and magic weapons. There are not many in the entire Great Evolution Domain.

The celestial cover period is the next period after the expiration of Taijitu's Guiyuan period. Ghosts know how many soldiers will be needed.

This statistic made him a little desperate, but when he thought of the treasures and inheritance of the ancient sacred religion Longyuan in the Treasure Pavilion, he felt like he had been pumped with chicken blood, and he was extremely enthusiastic.

"I have to make trouble everywhere, otherwise I will be able to save enough in the years of the monkey."

Ye Wuyou made up his mind to pay attention, and just turned his head, his scalp felt numb, and all the hair on his body stood on end.

Long Zu had quietly appeared behind him, so fast, it seemed as if he had transformed out of thin air and recreated himself, which was terrifying.

Ye Wuyou was no longer in panic, he knew that Long Zu had no malicious intentions, so he said, "Old Ancestor, this junior has no intention of offending, please make amends."

"Dragon Soul, my Dragon Soul..."

Long Zu didn't speak, but a thunderous voice echoed in his ears, sad and desolate, which made people feel broken.

"Does the ancestor want this junior to retrieve your dragon soul?" Ye Wuyou could hear a kind of helplessness, hatred and regret in his voice. the wound?"

"Dragon Soul...my Dragon Soul..."

The ancestor disappeared without a trace while panting, his voice was weakening, hiding endless sadness, like a life passing by in the years, it disappeared again.

(End of this chapter)