Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 358 The Black as Ink One Hundred Eight Thousand Swords
The man with the golden gourd hanging on his head stared closely at Zhang Wenchang, while the other man held a five-color feather fan, and the other held a silver diamond bracelet, staring at Ye Fan eagerly.

"Zhang Wenchang!"

"Evan!"

Zhang Wenchang and Ye Fan greeted each other.

Zhang Wenchang looked at these three young men. They were in their twenties, all of them were heroic, their heads were tall and handsome, and they were all young masters. They would definitely become the backbone of Shaking Light in the future.

"You, and you, come here!" Zhang Wenchang pointed directly, provoking the two people who were holding five-color feather fans and golden gourds.

As for the guy holding the silver diamond bracelet, let Ye Fan deal with it.

The two looked at Zhang Wenchang, pointing at them like a pig and dog, and immediately became furious in their hearts.

"Who are you? Ye Fan left a message after the murder, how rampant, he will definitely die, and if you join him, you will also die." The man holding the golden gourd scolded coldly.

Zhang Wenchang didn't answer. He stared at the golden gourd with his eyes motionless.

The golden gourd was as pure as nature, very exquisite, with brilliant golden light, and a very smooth surface. Mysterious lines flashed one after another, making it appear simple and natural.

Zhang Wenchang felt that this golden gourd was made from some kind of material, and it seemed to be grown from some divine vine.

Seeing that Zhang Wenchang didn't answer, the man didn't speak either.

buzzing.

His golden gourd swayed slightly, and flew out in an instant. It was strong against the wind, and rushed towards Zhang Wenchang like a golden mountain.

Click click.

Under the strong pressure of the golden gourd, the ground below suddenly burst into wide cracks one after another.

That invisible pressure, pervasive and thready, was so heavy that the whole ground collapsed.

The power of this golden gourd is so astonishing. It is like a mountain at this time. Before it falls, it has already shattered one red rock after another.

The big golden gourd was radiant and bursting with incredible power, as if it was about to crush Zhang Wenchang into a pulp in the next moment.

Zhang Wenchang waved his right hand and shot towards the sky.

"Void Big Handprint!"

This Void Mahamudra has already been improved by Zhang Wenchang.

He uses the sacred method of fighting to promote the secret technique of the Mahamudra of the Void, and uses his own divine power to activate this Mahamudra.

Therefore, he is not as black as ink, but a big golden palm with purple thunder light lingering on it.

Like a gigantic golden thundercloud, it landed on the golden gourd with a bang.

The golden gourd, which covered the sky and covered the sun and was like a mountain, trembled violently after being beaten, and a huge handprint appeared on it, which was deeply sunken inside.

clap clap.

The golden big handprint surrounded by purple thunder struck out three times in a row, bombarding the golden gourd like thunder, sending him flying far away.

The man holding the diamond bracelet had already started a fierce battle with Ye Fan.

The silver light of the diamond bracelet flickered, hitting the Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things, and a series of silver sparks popped out. The divine power was extremely powerful.

On the vajra bracelet, divine light circulated, confused, and the dao pattern on it was like a swimming dragon, swimming on the vajra bracelet, blocking the cauldron of the mother energy of all things, and constantly colliding without the slightest damage.

The man holding the colorful feather fan was so arrogant that he didn't bother to attack Zhang Wenchang together and stood aside to sweep the formation.

"Clang clank..."

The golden gourd suddenly shook violently, and thousands of divine lights shot out from the gourd's mouth, turning into ten thousand divine swords. Each one was as thick as a bucket, and the golden light was bright, and it shot towards Zhang Wenchang.

This was an extremely terrifying attack. The golden long sword the thickness of a bucket floated all over the sky, densely packed, and the ground was beaten like a beehive, densely packed bottomless holes appeared.

One after another golden, the long sword sank into the ground, penetrating deeply into the depths of the stratum.

The Golden Divine Sword, with thousands of golden lights, was horrifyingly powerful. Thick golden divine swords were constantly attacking Zhang Wenchang.

Under Zhang Wenchang's feet, green lotuses bloomed, and chaotic light flickered, and his figure was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

"If you have the guts, don't run away, fight head-on!" the golden gourd man said.

"Huh, I can run away? What a joke! I can beat ten of you like this!" Zhang Wenchang sneered.

"Boom!"

The golden light soared into the sky, flying around Zhang Wenchang's body like a vast ocean, and purple thunder snakes circled and danced around his body.

The aura all over his body surged, it was really terrifying. He stood opposite the man with the golden gourd, the aura of terror surged, and murderous intent filled the area.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

Zhang Wenchang's voice pierced gold and cracked stones, shaking the ear of the man opposite him, and his eardrums ached.

At this moment, an astonishing murderous intent emanated from this piece of heaven and earth.

Lines of sword light rose into the sky, like a volcano erupting.

There are forests of divine swords in the sky, each one as thick as a bucket. The blade is as cold as a sword, as black as ink, with flames lingering and murderous intent rising into the sky.

This is the Eighteen Thousand Sword simulated by Zhang Wenchang. He once secretly plotted against Taoist Huo Yao, plucked out all the divine feathers from his body, and refined it into the Eighteen Thousand Sword.

At this time, the quality of this extremely powerful divine feather is definitely far superior to that of the gold-winged Xiaopeng Wang Shenpeng feathers who only have a fourth-level secret realm.

Therefore, each of the divine swords refined from the fire crow's feathers is emitting a jet-black light, burning with raging black flames, and the sword energy is extremely sharp and captivating.

Looking around, Zhang Wenchang is surrounded by densely packed divine swords. They are as black as ink and filled with murderous intent. The sight of them is frightening.

The man who controlled the golden gourd and issued thousands of golden divine swords felt a searing and bone-piercing killing intent when facing the divine sword refined from powerful feathers.

"This bastard is really terrifying. How did he practice so many murderous divine swords?" The man holding the colorful feather fan suddenly felt uneasy in his heart. The quality of the divine sword seemed to be worse than the quality of the colorful feather fan in his hand. better.

"Could it be that you are a young master of the demon clan?"

"Are you from the Fire Crow Clan?"

"Ye Fan, you have indeed colluded with the demon clan."

At this time, Zhang Wenchang stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the sky. His eyes shot out a golden divine light, which was extremely sharp, like a divine sword unsheathed. The light shot out stared at the gourd man tightly, making people feel heart-stopping.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords, kill!" Zhang Wenchang shouted, and the divine sword as black as ink rushed forward.

The owner of the golden gourd took a breath of air. He was deeply shocked by so many dark swords, each one burning with black flames.

Immediately, he frantically played out the magic seals, one by one mysterious runes, and flew into the golden gourd.

The golden gourd vibrated violently, his light became even brighter, and the burning golden flame was as high as [-] meters, dyeing the sky golden.

Tens of thousands of golden divine swords were ejected from the gourd again, several times more than the golden divine swords sprayed out just now. Each one became more violent, and they rushed out like a tide.

These tens of thousands of golden swords turned into a boundless rain of swords, interweaving into a blazing light curtain.

Zhang Wenchang's jet-black divine swords soared into the sky, facing the tens of thousands of golden divine swords.

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