[stop!]

As he was about to hit the edge of space confinement, the strong man surnamed Ling sacrificed a stream of essence and blood, then shouted loudly, stabilizing his body, and not continuing to retreat.

[Is it good? The concentration is good.] Yang Hong said.

[Tell you, Mo Zihong, I won’t just forget it like this, look at the sword!] The strong man surnamed Ling had a dark face, grabbed a golden sword with both hands, started to display it, and then he curled a few strokes, and then he condensed into a thick shield to block in front of him.

[It's really whimsical. Before, you had strong Yuan power, so I can't break this sword light shield, but those fist powers consumed a lot of your Yuan power. Now the sword light shield is no longer useful. Let's see how I crack it.] Yang Hong shouted loudly, and the power of space kept swelling in the air, and finally turned into a phantom of a mountain in the void. As soon as the phantom appeared, it fell down. This time, the mountain containing terrible power directly bombarded the shield composed of hundreds of golden long swords and then slammed heavily on the strong man named Ling.

Puff!

The strong man named Ling screamed in squirting blood, throwing his streak towards the mountains and forests below like a kite with broken strings.

[die!]

A brilliant light flashed in Yang Hong's eyes, and the power of space turned into a giant knife. The giant knife slashed out instantly. An invisible sword light cut through the void and instantly passed the neck of the powerful man named Ling. In this way, the big head soared into the sky with blood-filled blood. The strong man named Ling's body, which had lost his strength, finally fell into the mountains and forests weakly.

Not far away, the head that was thrown high fell down, his eyes widened. After rolling for two times, there was no movement, and he looked like he was dying with his eyes closed.

The soul of the strong man surnamed Ling suddenly changed from a ball of light to a humanoid shape. He then appeared in the air, looking gloomy at Yang Hong with a tide of resentment.

[Who are you?] said the strong man surnamed Ling.

[Oh, my body was destroyed by me. I didn't expect that the divine character was still there. Okay, it seems that I have to kill again and completely erase you before I can have a good sleep.] Yang Hong was in mid-air, and the space confinement began to shrink. He wanted to collect the space, and then cast the Taiyi Chaos Life Wheel. Destroy it in one fell swoop.

[My name is Mo Zihong, an ordinary disciple of Xuanwu Palace.] Yang Hong will not admit his true identity.

[Impossible, with your strength, even an elder in Xuanwu Palace cannot be your opponent. How could you only measure an ordinary disciple?] The strong man surnamed Ling said.

[Who tells you what kind of leader all the monks are?] Yang Hong asked.

[Isn’t practice just for power and status? If you have strength and don’t climb up, what’s the use?] A strong man named Ling retorted. [No wonder your cultivation is not weak, but your strength is not strong. You have such an idea. If you want to be strong, you will not be strong at all.] Yang Hong said.

[What do you mean?] asked the strong man surnamed Ling.

[Tell you that a monster in practicing is to stick to a true heart, not be moved by fame and fortune, nor be confused by external things. You must be firm and unwavering in order to achieve a higher level.] Yang Hong actually began to talk about the experience of practicing and solve the doubts of the strong man named Ling one by one.

[Don't talk nonsense here!]

[Hey. You are going to die and want to argue. Can't you see the situation clearly?] Yang Hong shouted.

[I won't lose. You may be the only one who died today.] The strong man named Ling said and began to reorganize his body. Although his physical strength will be lost after reorganizing easily, he had no choice.

Now he only has one thought, that is revenge.

[Hey, it seems that you will die today.] Yang Hong said.

[It's not certain who dies. You can't last for a long time with the help of outsiders.] The strong man surnamed Ling said sternly. Now he understood one thing, that is, the power displayed by Yang Hong is not his own, but someone else's.

[Hey, by the way, what is your name? I'm very curious. Why are you so stupid?] Yang Hong was speechless, thinking that this guy has always been so stupid?

But since he is so stupid, how has he practiced to this point?

[Remember it to me, my name is Ling Luochun, a disciple of the Ling family in the Yuan Realm. Today I want to avenge myself.] The strong man surnamed Ling roared and his whole body was reorganized.

Compared with the big figures like saints, they have terrible rebirth ability. As long as the flesh and blood and soul exist in any way, they can reorganize their bodies at all.

[It's really noisy! It's just a Ling family, what's so amazing? I've been a top force, but I'm just a few kittens and dogs.] Yang Hong chuckled.

[Mo Zihong, don’t be proud, see how I kill you.] Ling Luochun said and summoned another ancient sword. As soon as the ancient sword was released, the entire space imprisoned by Yang Hong began to shake. It was because the ancient sword exuded a wave of terrible turbulence, but the ancient sword Wufeng had a terrible will being released, as if it was about to collapse the sky.

[Good Sword!] The person who speaks is not someone else, but the Taoist Tianluo.

[What's wrong, senior, is there any problem with this sword?] Yang Hong said.

[Of course, if I expected it was not bad, this was an ancient king's soldier.] Taoist Tianluo said in surprise.

[The Soldier of the Ancient King? What does this mean?]

[Didn’t I tell you that before the extreme ancient times, among the tens of billions of people in the three thousand Chaos Demon Clan, Emperor Huangtian was the first, Emperor Taichu was the second, and the Chaos Ancestral Dragon was the third, and the ten supreme emperors had one great emperor and nine emperors. These kings were the peaks of some ancestor gods. The weapons they used had their invincible will because they were called the soldiers of the ancient kings.] Taoist Tianluo was like an encyclopedia. He could explain anything Yang Hong didn’t understand.

[The weapon at the peak of the Ancestral God must be very powerful, right? There are many words] Yang Hong said.

[Of course it's amazing. These ancient kings' soldiers are all refined by chaotic materials, and have been nurtured by countless years of chaotic power, so they are naturally extremely powerful.]

[Does this guy have some information? Seeing that he gave such a good thing, I will spare his life for the time being so that he can reincarnate and re-educate.] Yang Hong said with a little joy.

[Indeed, this is an ancient sword magic weapon, and it should be just a sword body. Yang Hong, you are lucky. As long as you sacrifice and refine this sword body, you can grow into an ancient imperial soldier and an emperor's soldier.] Taoist Tianluo said.

[Is it really that good?]

[Of course, this is a supreme sword body. Let me tell you, the ancient king's soldiers have terrible power. Once released, they can destroy the world and even be said to be the supreme treasure of enlightenment.] To be honest, Taoist Tianluo himself also wants to get this sword body magic weapon.

[Hehe, it seems that I have really made a fortune.] Yang Hong actually has no other treasures except a few armed items, except for the Taiyi Chaos Diagram.

Taiyi Chaos Map is his treasure of enlightenment. Once the sacrifice is completed, it is absolutely possible to become the treasure of the Emperor of Heaven and can suppress the world.

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Chapter completed!