Chaotic Sword God

Jian Chen's gaze also fell on the dim sun in the sky. At this moment, he also saw the sun, which was probably transformed by the artifact spirit of the True Pagoda.

As Jian Chen looked at it, the sun immediately began to change, and finally turned into a boy in a red robe. The boy seemed to be very young, but his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of the infinite years, especially in the middle of the boy's eyebrows. , A shallow sword mark is so striking.

The boy looked at Ziqing Shuangjian with a solemn expression, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and when his eyes fell on Jian Chen, he suddenly laughed out loud, and sarcastically said: "He must be your Yin-Yang Shuangjian. New master, I didn't expect that the famous Yin-Yang Double Sword in the Immortal Realm would recognize such a weak person as the master, it's ridiculous."

Listening to the boy's sarcasm, Ziying Qingsuo's expression did not change, Ziying said: "It's really a tower spirit, if you don't have the seal of the Immortal Venerable Quiet, we might not be your opponents in your territory with a great loss of vitality. , but now, it is not too difficult for us to destroy you, surrender is your only chance to survive."

"Hmph, I want the deity to submit to an ant, a fool's dream, not to mention that he is not even in the realm of the gods, even if there is a Taishi standing in front of the deity, the deity will never give in, not to mention that you are still in the immortal world. On one side." Really Taring said coldly.

The murderous intention flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, he held the Ziying sword and soared into the sky, went straight to the boy, slashed directly at the boy, and said coldly: "If you don't surrender, then I will have to let you perish."

A sword came out, and it instantly transformed into a huge purple sword qi with a length of 100 meters, whistling away with a shocking might.

"It's just you, a mere ant dares to speak to the deity like this. Even if the deity is extremely weak, it is not something you can kill. Go and practice for hundreds of thousands of years." The boy in red was full of arrogance and showed Jian Chen Deep disdain, I saw his finger lightly swipe, and the power in the first floor of the Zhenzhen Tower suddenly surged from all directions, and there was a coercion that seemed to destroy the sky and the earth.

However, at this moment, in the space on the first floor of the Zhenzhen Tower, the four divine swords that Jian Chen had seen before, guarding the four corners of the south, east, and northwest, shook slightly, and suddenly a faint sword glow emanated, restraining them. With the power of the True True Pagoda, the power that the boy can mobilize in the end is only a small trace.

But even a small thread has the power of absorbing the source, condensing into a thread and shooting at Jian Chen.

Jian Chen's Ziying sword stabbed at the thread of energy condensed from the boy. The thread collapsed with a roar and dissipated in the first layer of the True True Pagoda. The power of this thread was stronger than Jian Chen's. The Sacred Abandoned Realm Nayuan strong withered tree that beheaded was slightly inferior, so not only could it not hurt Jian Chen, but it was even difficult to stop Jian Chen's pace.

I saw Jian Chen's figure after a meal, immediately turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, rushing towards the red-robed boy at a faster speed than before.

The boy in red robe changed his face, and his figure immediately retreated. On the way back, he kept waving his arms, and under the suppression of the phantoms of the four divine swords of Silent Immortal Venerable, he struggled to gather the energy of the True Pagoda. Condensed strands of silk with the power of a single blow from a strong source of Nayuan, all the silk threads waving the arm of the red-robed boy towards Jian Chen like lightning.

Jian Chen's eyes were sharp, and his figure approached the red-robed boy quickly, all the threads shot in front of him were cut off by Jian Chen, and violent aftermaths of energy erupted, dissipating in a deafening roar, and the red-robed boy didn't even feel the slightest bit. Jian Chen's approach could not be stopped.

Seeing that he couldn't help Jian Chen, the boy in red robe suddenly distorted his face and became extremely ferocious, roaring: "Damn the old man of silence, he is incapable of destroying the True Truth Pagoda, but he divided the deity into nine. , were suppressed in the ninth-level world of the True True Pagoda, not only would the deity not be able to recover his vitality, but he would also be subject to the sword pressure that the annihilated old man had left in the deity body day and night, otherwise, how could the deity be today? In such a desolate end, I can't even kill a single ant."

Looking at Jian Chen who was approaching fast, the boy in red robe knew that he could not escape. The seal on his body made him unable to recover his vitality even in his own territory. He stood up, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward with his last strength, and roared: "This deity has nine bodies, one is stronger than the other, the first floor is the weakest body of this deity, the ninth floor is the body of this deity. You are the strongest. If you can kill the body on the first floor of the deity, then let the deity see how you can kill the strongest body of the deity. If you don't kill the body on the ninth floor of the deity, you will never get the True Tower. "

The boy in red robes rushed towards Jian Chen, fearlessly facing death, facing the Ziying sword that shot out purple rays of light, he did not dodge or evade, and faced it with his chest.

"puff."

The Ziying sword passed through the chest of the red-robed boy. At the same time, the red-robed boy also punched Jian Chen. The violent collision between the fist and the body caused a dull muffled sound.

Jian Chen's complexion changed, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body flew upside down, and the red-robed boy's body slowly dissipated.

Jian Chen took control of his body several kilometers away and stabilized, his face was pale, and although the real tower spirit was divided into nine by the annihilation Immortal Venerable, and there was still a seal in the body, this weakest clone was still alive after all. With the strength of the source realm, he has endured a blow from the source realm powerhouse, making Jian Chen extremely uncomfortable and suffering heavy losses.

As the red-robed boy dissipated, the space where he was standing suddenly began to vibrate, gradually turning into a black hole.

Looking at the black hole, Jian Chen knew that most of it was the entrance to the second floor, but he did not rush forward, but sat cross-legged in the void, with an incomparably rich source of light and holy power emerging. Jian Chen's body was instantly enveloped by a layer of soft white light, and his injuries were recovering at an unbelievably fast speed.

In just a few breaths, Jian Chen's injuries, which in the eyes of others would take at least a few months, or even years, would be restored to their original state.

After adjusting his state to the peak, Jian Chen stood up and walked towards the black hole leading to the second floor with a firm gaze.

The second floor space of the Zhenzhen Tower is also a big world, a desolate place, without any vitality.

After arriving at the second layer, Jian Chen first broke through the clouds and stared at the sun in the sky. This was a real setting sun, severely damaged, and its size was not as good as one-tenth of its original size.

Jian Chen stared at the setting sun for a long time, and finally determined that it was not a true tower artifact, and then turned his eyes to the white cloud under his feet, disappointing the surroundings, confirming that there was no problem before leaving here.

Jian Chen flew aimlessly in the second layer of space, passing the bare mountains. On the mountains lay the skeletons of some fierce beasts, all of them huge in size. Its strength may be due to the damage to the Zhenzhen Tower. These bones, which should have been preserved for a long time, have now all been weathered. With a light touch, they turned into a pile of dust.