Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 200 Breaking the True Spirit Knife
"Human boy, you are not dead, it seems that my three useless guards have been killed by you!"

Seeing Zhang Wenchang following him unscathed, the third prince of the White Elephant Tribe who was about to enter that small world stared at Zhang Wenchang closely with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Obviously, he was a little surprised. According to his thinking, his three guards were two of the fourth heaven of the Taoist palace, one of the fifth heaven of the Taoist palace, and Zhang Wenchang was only the third heaven of the Taoist palace. The three wanted to destroy Zhang Wenchang , It should be pinched by hand, and it can be destroyed easily.

And seeing that Zhang Wenchang didn't have any school marks on him, it was obvious that he was a casual cultivator.

Generally speaking, the cultivation level of those casual cultivators is very low-risk, or those holy places do not look down on their cultivation level or their qualifications at all, so they become wandering cultivators like lonely ghosts.

Their scriptures are not good, and they don't have a lot of cultivation resources. In front of demon princes like them who have a complete inheritance, they are simply offering meat.

Now that he saw Zhang Wenchang easily killing the three guards of the White Elephant clan, it was obvious that things were not as simple as he imagined. Although the third prince of the White Elephant clan was angry, he did not take action first.

"Those three guards of yours are indeed rubbish. They fell down before I could use any force."

"I don't know how wasteful the owners of these three wastes are?"

"Damn you!"

The third prince of the White Elephant Tribe roared, his body's brilliance surged, and two divine lights shot out from his eyes. They were actually two murderous intentions bred in his eyes. At this time, they took shape and wanted to kill with one strike.

Divine light flashed in Zhang Wenchang's eyes, and two purple-gold divine lights shot out, turning into dragon-shaped blades, and faced the two killing intents.

Zizizi!
Two murderous intentions met two purple-gold divine lights, and the bright divine light lit up in the cave. Their encounter did not cause an explosion, but instead seemed to be extinguished. The bright divine light emitted with a sizzling sound, exuding Violent energy fluctuations.

When the light disappeared, Zhang Wenchang, the White Elephant Clan, and the third prince were unharmed.

"It's interesting!" The third prince of the White Elephant Clan, the murderous intent all over his body seemed to turn into water, and the powerful murderous intent spread everywhere.

Zhang Wenchang was not weak at all, and the divine power in his body was boiling, as if it was about to burn into flames.

"You are very strong, but if you meet me today, you will still die!" The third prince of the White Elephant Tribe was very confident.

His body suddenly became a little illusory, one palm was raised high, and a water-green light appeared, and his entire palm became like an emerald, green and shining.

Zhang Wenchang also raised his palm, shining with divine light, he waved his palm lightly, facing the emerald jade palm of the third prince.

boom!
Like a burst of thunder, green ripples and purple ripples flooded the huge cave they brought.

But the green and purple mist dissipated, Zhang Wenchang stood there calmly, while the third prince of the White Elephant Clan was a little pale, his right hand was not broken, but it was trembling slightly, and there were drops of blood flow outward.

"How is this possible? Your body is so powerful!" The third prince of the White Elephant Clan suffered a secret loss, and immediately realized that his body was not as strong as Zhang Wenchang's body trained with body forging secrets. stubble.

If Zhang Wenchang's body is at the same level, he may not be as strong as Ye Fan who has physical talent, but his physical strength is extremely powerful when dealing with ordinary geniuses like the third prince of the White Elephant Clan.

Kacha Kacha, the third prince of the White Elephant Clan, his hand was shrouded in a cloud of light and mist, and he recovered quickly.

He opened his mouth wide and spat out a bone.Suspended above his head, light curtains hung down, and the whole person was protected inside.

This is the White Elephant Clan, a piece of skull was left behind by the master of Sitting, which has magical functions, it seems that it has been trained into a magic weapon for protection.

The third prince of the White Elephant Clan opened his mouth again, and spat out an ivory, which was shining brightly and carrying a heavy oppressive feeling like a mountain.

The whole body of this ivory is crystal clear, exuding a glistening white light. The huge pressure made the ground of this cave crack and crackle, as if it was about to shatter.

When Zhang Wenchang saw this ivory, he knew that it was not a small one. There is a small world connected to it. Obviously, this should also be a place with countless lines carved on it.

The ground being pressed was making a creaking sound, and I hoped not to cause any trouble. If some killing formations were triggered, it would be a big trouble.

Perhaps it is because tens of thousands of years have passed, and under the erosion of the years, the Dao pattern here has been missing.

Otherwise, with the little Karami, the third prince of the White Elephant Clan, he shouldn't be exuding such heavy pressure.

He tried to attack the light curtain, and struck out 18 palms in an instant. The protective shield emanating from the skull shattered with a bang.

But the skull was unharmed, and he flew towards the tusk and merged into the tusk.

The ivory immediately became radiant, like the sun, and a mysterious pressure fell on Zhang Wenchang.

Zhang Wenchang felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, and his movements became sluggish, as if every step he took required countless efforts.

"True spirit knife! Slash the soul!"

The third prince of the White Elephant clan roared angrily, and a green light flew out from his sea of ​​suffering.

Knowing how to face the wind, a long green knife, which was more than 20 meters long in an instant, slashed towards Zhang Wenchang.

According to the legend, this Spirit Slaying Saber was smelted from the real water of the Three Yins, and it was specially designed to cut people's souls.

Sanyin true water, every drop can penetrate gold and crack stones, can extinguish real fire, and can dissolve real gold.

Every drop weighs as much as ten thousand junctures, and after becoming a true spirit knife, it possesses the miraculous effect of cutting off the soul.

The third prince of the White Elephant Tribe is so extraordinary. He successfully refined the Soul-Slaying Sword using secret techniques. No wonder he is so arrogant.

The true spirit knife struck in the blink of an eye, the green light flashed, and the bright green light pierced people like a needle.

Zhang Wenchang waved his hand, grabbed the true spirit knife, squeezed it hard, and five fingerprints appeared on it.

The third prince of the White Elephant Tribe immediately used all his strength to command the True Spirit Sword. Green light shot into the sky, and the Three Yin True Waters filled the sky, threatening to drown Zhang Wenchang.

Zhang Wenchang's divine power, which was as bright as a flame, was suddenly thunderous, and countless thunder and lightning surged out.

All the three yin true waters were evaporated by the thunder and annihilated by the thunder.

Zhang Wenchang's body was full of thunder, as if the god of thunder came into the world, he wanted to destroy everything with thunder.

Click click.

Under the baptism of Thunder, the True Spirit Saber first turned into Sanyin True Water, then was dissolved into mist by Thunder, and then completely wiped out.

The third prince of the White Elephant tribe used a secret method to smelt the True Spirit Sword that took several years to successfully smelt, but it was actually vulnerable to the terrifying thunder.

The third prince of the White Elephant Clan was dumbfounded.

Zhang Wenchang let out a low growl, and thunderous big handprints appeared one after another, and he slapped hundreds of palms in an instant.

Click click.

Cracks appeared on the white ivory exuding strange gravity.

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