Chapter 579,580 Ling Tianhou’s sword energy

In the imperial capital of Tianyao City, a chuckle came from an extremely elegant palace.

"This little guy Mo Fei, please report to fight Mo Lihai in advance, and use his military merits in Huo Yao County as a reason to refuse. This guy is interesting, so accurate!"

"This... Emperor, if the two of them set a precedent, they are probably other demon generals..." Another old voice came from the palace.

"If other people also have tens of millions of military achievements, then that's also accurate!"

"……yes!"

A moment later, an old man walked out of the palace. He held the memorial in his hand, shook his head slightly, and hurriedly left.

As the date of the battle between demon generals is getting closer, the entire Tian Yao City is filled with a depressing atmosphere, and there are constant battles almost every day.

"This is a game!" Wang Lin sat next to the river, put down the wine pot in his hand, looked at the gloomy sky, and said to himself.

"A game in the eyes of the Demon Emperor... In the eyes of the Demon Emperor, outsiders take advantage of the opportunity of the battle between demon generals to fight each other for a target. This is the best game..." Wang Lin took a sip of wine, and his eyes were clear.

He was silent for a moment, stood up, and walked away gradually in the dusk.

This is the seventh day, and there are eight days left before the battle between the demon generals!

At dusk, perhaps because of the depressing atmosphere in Tianyao City recently, there were fewer pedestrians on the street. A hundred feet away from the Mo Mansion, a man in blue clothes walked towards the Mo Mansion step by step.

Behind this man was a big sword. His steps were steady, without any expression on his face. He walked towards the Mo Mansion step by step. As he approached, a faint immortal power gradually spread behind him.

At the same time, a depressed aura enveloped the entire Mo Mansion.

Inside Mo's Mansion.

Mo Lihai was practicing in seclusion in the secret room. In front of him, seventeen puppets that were the size of a palm flashed with strange lights, surrounding him.

Flashes of demonic aura emanated from Mo Lihai's body, connected with these seventeen dolls, forming a perfect cycle to each other.

At this moment, Mo Lihai suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as if he could penetrate the secret room, and he noticed the man in blue outside the Mo Mansion.

The man exclaimed lightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his footsteps did not stop at all. He came outside the Mo Mansion gate, but he did not see any magical powers. The Mo Mansion gate collapsed silently, turning into pieces of debris, sweeping backwards.

As the debris flew, two muffled groans came, and two soldiers of the Mo Mansion burst out with large blood mist on their bodies and threw them into the mansion from afar.

"Da Luo Sword Sect, the twelve sons of Jian Xiao, Mo Yang, please see Lord Mo Lihai!"

A plain voice came from the mouth of the people. He stepped directly into the Mo's mansion and walked towards the secret room where Mo Lihai was in seclusion.

Countless soldiers and Mo Lihai's subordinates appeared immediately, but as this person moved forward, anyone who entered within ten feet of his body would immediately collapse and turn into blood mist silently.

Along the way, no one could stop him from stepping along the way. Even some rockery buildings around him collapsed and shattered like the gate of the Mo Mansion.

At this moment, a short figure appeared in front of him. The man appeared and roared and took a step forward. With this step, his demonic power suddenly dispersed, wanting to resist the person from the Daluo Sword Sect.

The man from Daluo Sword Sect shook his head slightly, without pausing, and continued to move forward. Following his steps, the short man looked pale. He felt that he was not facing a person, but a sword!

A sharp sword dewed by the Cold Ghost Peak!

The short man's body involuntarily retreated back, and he kept retreating several feet away. At this moment, a hand was pressed on his shoulder. The short man's body stabilized and exhaled deeply.

Behind him, three people appeared at this moment. All three were white-haired old men. They stood there and looked coldly at the people of Daluo Sword Sect.

The person from the Daluo Sword Sect's eyes fell on the three old men, smiled slightly, and moved forward again.

The three old men showed serious expressions on their faces, and were about to use their magical powers, suddenly, a low voice came from behind them.

"Who was sent you here!" The voice was full of majesty. The three old men immediately moved out of respect, revealing the tall figure of Mo Lihai behind them.

Mo Lihai looked at the young man from the Daluo Sword Sect with a sharp look. At this moment, the momentum he showed was even stronger than when he faced Wang Lin in the ancient demon city.

The man from Daluo Sword Sect had a flash of splendor in his eyes, stopped and said slowly: "The demon general Mo Fei!"

Mo Lihai frowned and shouted, "What's the matter!"

"Master Dai Mofei, send a letter of war to General Mo!" The man said calmly, waved his right hand forward, and a golden light suddenly flashed out and stopped in front of Mo Lihai.

Mo Lihai's face was gloomy and he looked at the golden post in front of him.

There is only one word on it, war!

"Three days later, outside the ancient road hall!" The man from Daluo Sword Sect said this and turned around and walked out.

However, as soon as he turned around, his body immediately froze and suddenly a strong aura burst out from his whole body. The richness of this aura was far beyond the level when he entered the Mo Mansion before.

A splendor burst out in his eyes. He looked at a slender figure a hundred feet away in front of him and said in a deep voice: "The seventh son of the purple system, Wang Lin!"

It was only at this moment that Mo Lihai noticed Wang Lin's appearance and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Lin didn't even look at this person and walked forward. He was unhappy, but in the eyes of the Daluo Sword Sect man, there was a hint of anger immediately.

"It is rumored that the seventh purple genre is proud. When I saw it today, it was true!" The man from Daluo Sword Sect said coldly.

Wang Lin seemed to have not heard it, and walked towards this man. The man from the Daluo Sword Sect suddenly appeared, like a sharp sword that left his body, locking on Wang Lin.

Just as his aura reached the top, Wang Lin walked past him without a pause, intersecting with him.

The man from Daluo Sword Sect was stunned, but immediately, his anger became even stronger. He turned around suddenly, looked at Wang Lin walking towards the distance, and shouted: "Wang Lin, have you heard what I said?"

Wang Lin still walked towards his residence.

The man from Daluo Sword Sect showed a cold light in his eyes. As one of the twelve sword sons of Daluo Sword Sect, his status in Tianyun Star is comparable to that of Tianyun Seven Sons, and he is famous.

But at this moment, he was ignored by this person. The man snorted coldly, shook his body and appeared directly in front of Wang Lin, and said coldly: "Wang..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin raised his head and said calmly: "A person who practices Taoism is so easily angry. Your thousand-year practice is disappointing!"

If the Tianyunzi said this, the man from Daluo Sword Sect would humbly accept it, but the words that came from Wang Lin's mouth and fell into his ears were extremely harsh.

He laughed in anger, but his eyes became even colder, and he said, "I want to see what the results of your thousand-year practice have been!"

"Give up!" Wang Lin shook his head and said calmly.

The man from Daluo Sword Sect laughed and made a gesture with his right hand. A sword energy suddenly emerged from his body, from one to two to two to four, and in a blink of an eye it turned into sixty-four sword energy, roaring towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked as usual, and he didn't even look at the sixty-four sword energy. In an instant, all the sword energy fell on Wang Lin, but at this moment, a life mark flashed by his body, and the sword energy came and disappeared.

"Is this the power? It seems that your thousand-year practice is not only disappointing, but also in vain!" Wang Lin shook his head.

The man from Daluo Sword Sect changed his face and looked disbelief. Although his sixty-four sword energy were not the strongest, taking it so lightly made him feel shocked.

"What kind of magic power is this!! This person didn't use magic weapons just now, but my sword energy fell on him and immediately collapsed. Even Longzi, one of the twelve sword sons, could not do this!"

Wang Lin shook his head and walked forward.

The man from Daluo Sword Sect subconsciously took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and placed his right hand on the big sword behind him.

Wang Lin frowned, looked at the man coldly, and said again: "Get out, you are here to send a war letter today, I won't kill you!"

"You are just a great perfection in the late stage of the Infant Transformation, and your cultivation is comparable to my level. No matter how powerful your magical powers are, you will definitely not be able to take over my sword!" The man of the Daluo Sword Sect looked grim and he didn't talk nonsense. With a wave of his right hand, the sword behind him immediately flew up.

Rumble

The sky seemed to have a thunderbolt, and a purple giant sword suddenly appeared above the man. The sword emitted a strong sword energy. As soon as it appeared, it immediately covered the sword light. On the sword, there was a strange pattern engraved on it.

A purple giant sheep phantom immediately transformed from the pattern. The sheep was tall and a violent aura filled its body. It merged with the sword, and suddenly, the power of this sword became even heavier.

"The Sword of the Last Sheep!" The man roared, and his entire body of immortal power burst out, and his right hand instantly slashed towards Wang Lin. At the same time, the big sword in the air moved with an unimaginable energy, roaring towards Wang Lin.

Mo Lihai's expression changed, and his body immediately retreated. The several people around him also retreated without hesitation, and in a blink of an eye he withdrew hundreds of feet away.

The giant sword slashed down like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and thunder rolled out from the rumbling rumbling.

Wang Lin looked as usual and shook his head slightly. This giant sword was indeed powerful, especially after it was fused with the sheep soul, which was even more amazing. However, the man in front of him could not exert the full power of the sheep soul.

"A good sword wasted!" Wang Lin said, lifting his right hand, and at the moment the giant sword was slashed down, the man in Daluo Sword Sect showed a strong and extreme shock in the eyes of the man in Daluo Sword Sect. He grabbed the sword!

The moment he grabbed his right hand, the imprints on his right hand flickered wildly, and in a blink of an eye, there were thousands of imprints covering them.

The roars came from the giant sword, and the sheep soul on it showed a fierce look and struggled wildly, trying to tear Wang Lin's right hand to break free. However, Wang Lin's right hand was like the palm of the ancient god, with infinite strength. No matter how the giant sword struggled, his right hand could not move at all!

The evil sheep soul on the giant sword was almost roaring, and the fierce light in his eyes showed a hint of indomitable intention, like an ancient ferocious beast, swallowing Wang Lin in one mouthful.

Although it is a sword soul and is transformed into illusion, the people around at this moment all had the illusion of a fishy storm when they saw this sheep soul swallowing it.

"You're so brave!" Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and a red light flashed in his eyes immediately, and the intention of killing was to rush out of his eyes and directly entered the sheep soul's body.

The sheep soul cried out with a tragic cry, and his body was immediately collapsed by the killing aura, turning into crystal lights, and quickly returned to the giant sword. The sword stopped struggling and resisted.

Everything Wang Lin did at this moment was almost the same as the scene when Tianyunzi immediately collapsed when the beast soul in the Shooting God Car collapsed!

This scene fell into Mo Lihai's eyes. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, looking at Wang Lin with an extremely complicated look.

"In three months, he was so strong... Even the deputy commander was not his opponent. Today he subdued this terrible sword soul. If he had such magical powers three months ago, I would definitely lose that day!"

The Mo Yang of Daluo Sword Sect shook his body, his face pale and spit out a mouthful of blood. The sword of his natal life was taken away, which immediately damaged his mind.

He never expected that Wang Lin was so strong. If he had known this, he would not have come alone. He gritted his teeth, tapped his right hand in his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and a trace of determination appeared in his eyes. His last killing move was a sword energy given by his master Ling Tianwei!

There are twelve sword energy, one for each person, which is the ultimate life-saving magical power and cannot be used easily. Otherwise, it will be difficult to survive the remaining four hundred years in this place of the crisis!

But if you don’t use it at this moment, you’re afraid you won’t be able to leave!

"You go!" Wang Lin glanced at Mo Yang, his eyes flashed, and he said slowly.

Mo Yang was stunned.

"I have no enemies with Daluo Sword Sect. If you hadn't been pushing each other again and again today, you would not have taken action. I would give you a word to the Twelve Sons of Jian Xiao. In this place of demon spirit, I don't want to be enemies with you!" Wang Lin said, throwing the sword in his hand to Mo Yang, walking past him, and walking towards the residence ahead.
To be continued...