I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

In a moment that was too short to measure, he suddenly thought that the royal bloodlines such as the monarch of the Monet Dynasty and the crown prince were now imprisoned.

If those people were miserable.

Then Mo Shaoyun is likely to become the last bloodline of the Monet Dynasty.

As soon as he thought of this, a tragic will suddenly erupted in his body.

"Senior Xing, take the third prince away, I'll block here for a while!"

He roared loudly, his figure reached the limit, and instantly moved in front of Mo Shaoyun, blocking the magic light with his flesh and blood.

Immediately, the Divine Consciousness of the Refining God Realm, regardless of the consequences, attracted a huge amount of spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth.

After being tempered by the burning blood essence, his aura skyrocketed wildly.

In a twinkling of an eye, he broke through to the late stage of God Refining Realm from Rank 6 Refining God Realm.

When the young man saw this, there was a hint of surprise at the bottom of his dark eyes.

But immediately, the surprise turned into a joke.

"Oh? Are you planning to fight with this seat?"

"It's a good and loyal dog! It's a pity that your strength is too weak."

"Even if it burns blood essence, it can't stop this seat from destroying them."

After the young man shook his head and finished speaking, the pervasive power of divine consciousness blasted directly at Zhou Wu, whose momentum was still growing.

At this moment, Zhou Wu's realm has reached another level, entering the eighth-rank spiritual refining realm.

However, under the bombardment of the young man's spiritual consciousness at the peak of God Refinement, his soul only lasted for two breaths before he declared collapse.

After sensing the aura of heaven and earth dissipating, Zhou Wu's breath plummeted.

The young man did not waste his energy on him, but turned his consciousness and strangled to Mo Shaoyun.

However, his consciousness had not yet touched Mo Shaoyun.

"People who want to touch the Mo family, have you asked Xing?"

A cold voice suddenly came from another direction.

At the same time, a sword intent also slashed from that direction.

The young man heard the sound and looked sideways.

What surprised him was that the person who cut out the sword intent clearly had only the cultivation of the True Martial Realm.

But the level of solidarity of the sword intent was something he had only seen in his life.

He could even make a dangerous collision with his divine consciousness in the void without falling behind.

However, this does not mean that the young man really can't do anything about that sword intent.

"I have to admit that your sword intent is very extraordinary. I think you should have a unique spiritual cultivation method."

"Exactly, the Soul Eater Bell in this seat still lacks a powerful soul body to complete the sacrifice."

"It was originally planned to use the soul body of the monarch of the Monet Dynasty. Now it seems that you are more suitable than the old and faint monarch."

The young man smiled, and before he finished speaking, a black bell appeared in his palm as white as suet jade.

The moment he saw the bell, Xing Feng felt the shock of his soul and wanted to leave the body.

Startled, he hurriedly blocked his vision, and at the same time operated the divine soul method inherited from Liu Yun's ancestors, which suppressed the divine soul.

Seeing that Xing Feng was able to get rid of the influence of Soul Eater Bell, the young man did not show any dissatisfaction, but became more and more excited.

"Great, your divine soul is even stronger than I imagined."

"After swallowing your soul, Ling'er of this seat may be able to reach a higher level!"

After the young man finished speaking, he couldn't care less about Mo Shaoyun.

Ten green jade fingers pointed out in the void.

The magic light that was cast out was enough to seriously injure the True Martial Realm.

But for Xing Feng, it was not fatal.

Obviously, the young man did not intend to kill Xing Feng directly.

Aware of the young man's intentions, he thought of the tragic end he might face after being captured by this shemale-looking guy in front of him.

The expression on Xing Feng's face became furious.

He was a dignified generation in the realm of the gods, even if he fell into the realm of real martial arts, he was not a mere god-refining realm, and he could be manipulated at will.

"Do you want Xing's soul?"

"Haha, dreaming!"

Xing Feng sneered aloud and let the magic light blast on him.

At the same time, with all the power of the soul, he began to condense an ultimate sword intent.

The young man's face changed for the first time.

From this sword intent condensed by Xing Feng, he felt a terrifying will that even his Dao heart trembled.

It seems that at this moment, the figure in the pavilion who is struggling to support under the offensive of the magic light is not a true martial arts practitioner.

It is a great power with a Taoist realm that surpasses himself!

What made the young man even more alarmed was that Xing Feng had already locked his Qi machine when he was condensing his Sword Intent.

Even if he wanted to escape now, it was too late.

We can only wait for Xing Feng to accumulate that sword intent to perfection and continue.

After realizing this, the young man suppressed the panic in his heart and said in a condensed voice, "This kind of aura can't even cross the Tribulation Realm!"

"who are you?"

At this moment, Xing Feng's whole body has been devastated by the magic light so that he can't find a single piece of intact skin.

Hearing the young man's words, he raised his head.

With a contemptuous expression on his face beyond recognition, he said, "You don't deserve to know who Xing is."

"As long as you know, Xing's sword can repel the Refining God!"

The words "reverse cutting and refining the gods" were spit out from Xing Feng's mouth.

Let his momentum rise infinitely.

In a trance, Xing Feng seems to have returned to the peak of Kaishen in the past.

Where the sword is pointing, the immortal **** lowered his eyebrows!

And the young man outside the post pavilion is the pinnacle of Refining God.

For him, it's just ants under the sword.

"cut!"

next moment.

Xing Feng spit out a word again.

No sword in hand, no sword in heart.

However, between heaven and earth, there is a vast benefit.

It descended from the sky, drilled out of the soil, and burst out of Xing Feng's flesh and blood.

It turned into the sword intent of the Reverse Cutting Refinement God, pointing directly at the young man.

The Dao Heart of the young man in the Spiritual Realm was almost disintegrated on the spot at the moment when the Sword Intent took shape.

But his survival instinct prevented him from giving up on this.

"go with!"

With a loud shout, the Soul Eater Bell was thrown from his hand.

Using the magic secret method, the thousands of souls imprisoned in it were released and uttered a tragic ghost cry.

However, under the sword intent, those soul bodies suddenly disintegrated like snowflakes thrown into the raging fire.

Seeing the soul body in the Soul Eater Bell, it couldn't even block the Sword Intent a little.

In the heart of the young man, while growing despair, he couldn't help but begin to regret why he provokes the other party.

However, just as he was about to launch a forbidden technique and die with Xing Feng.

A familiar figure, wrapped in a mighty demonic energy, came galloping from the sky.

Between the heavens and the earth, the boundless demonic energy is mighty.

A figure, like the king of this world, came with boundless demonic energy.

"Master Demon!"

The young man shouted in ecstasy.

He never expected that at this time, the big man in the teaching would appear here.

The despair in my heart was instantly swept away.

He knew that this Demon Envoy had a distinguished status.

Among the sub-altars of the Demon Sect in the Southeast Region, the altar master who ranks second only to the Heavenly God Realm is one of the only two Sea Consciousness Realms.

With his old man, it would not be difficult to pacify the Monet dynasty.

However, the young man was a little puzzled.