Xiu Wuji's eyes were blood red, full of murderous intent.
The Shura clan was originally a race of devouring and killing. After he turned into a blood Shura, his murderous intentions became even more serious.
"kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Xiu Wuji shouted, and the half of King Shura's sword in his hand slashed out violently.
This half of Shura King Sword is a terrifying weapon, the same as the bloody Elven King Bow in Ling Yuwei's hand.
Immediately, the sword light exploded, and the terrifying sword light split through the universe, broke through all attacks and defenses, and slashed at those strong men.
ah! ...
There were screams, no matter whether it was the fifth level of the God Emperor or the sixth level of the God Emperor, it was difficult to resist the attack of King Shura's sword. Their bodies were torn apart and split in two. The terrifying power of destruction destroyed everything about them. vitality.
In an instant, more than ten masters were beheaded by Xiu Wuji.
The rest of the people, who almost died of fright, retreated crazily.
"kill!"
Xiu Wuji's killing intent was overwhelming, he didn't want to let these people go, and continued to kill them.
"It's your honor to pay homage to the power of my blood Shura, die for me!"
Xiu Wuji's indifferent voice spread in all directions, the sword light continued to slash out, and several masters were beheaded by him, and finally, he killed the red robed old man.
boom!
The red-robed old man made a move with all his strength, and matched his move with a violent roar. The red-robed old man flew back quickly, and a bloodstain appeared on his palm.
However, Xiu Wuji was also blocked by him, and also took a few steps back.
The red-robed old man's expression was incomparably dignified, vaguely horrified, obviously shocked by Xiu Wuji's strength.
"Old guy, die for me!"
Xiu Wuji was blocked by the red-robed old man, which aroused his murderous intent, and he wanted to kill the red-robed old man again, but the red-robed old man didn't want to fight him, so he turned around and ran away.
Although Xiu Wuji had a strong killing intent, he did not lose his mind, and when he saw the red robed old man running away, he stopped and did not pursue him.
After all, his goal is this mountain, the immortal fighting spirit, Lu Ming and Ling Yuwei.
"Now, it's your turn!"
Xiu Wuji looked at Ling Yuwei and Lu Ming, his eyes flashed with ferocious murderous intent, he jumped and rushed towards the mountain peak.
In his hand, there are also fragments of the soul stone. Those immortal battle spirits rushing towards him are also absorbed by the fragments of the soul stone.
He was fast, unimpeded, and kept approaching Lu Ming and Ling Yuwei. When the distance between the two sides was within 10,000 meters, half of the Asura King Sword in his hand slashed towards them.
The mighty sword light slashed towards the two of them, its power was earth-shattering.
Lu Ming took out the Gale Orb, and Ling Yuwei took out the bloody Elven King Bow, ready to fight back.
However, the mountain peaks are full of immortal battle spirits, and Xiu Wuji's sword light was blocked by many battle spirits just after flying out.
The strength of these battle spirits was astonishing, they easily blocked Xiu Wuji's sword light, nothing happened.
If they didn't have fragments of life soul stones in their hands, they would have been torn into pieces by these immortal battle spirits long ago.
"snort!"
Seeing this, Xiu Wuji snorted coldly and continued to rush towards Lu Ming and Ling Yuwei.
Lu Ming and Ling Yuwei continued to rush to the top of the mountain, collecting immortal battle spirits along the way.
Xiu Wuji tried to deal with Lu Ming and Ling Yuwei again and again, but as soon as the attack flew out, he was blocked by the immortal war spirit. There were too many immortal war spirits, and the attack could not reach Lu Ming and Ling Yuwei at all.
"Damn it!"
Seeing that Lu Ming and Ling Yuwei kept collecting immortal war spirits, Xiu Wuji became a little anxious. In the end, he stopped attacking Lu Ming and Ling Yuwei and concentrated on collecting immortal war spirits.
Lu Ming and Ling Yuwei were so happy, so they naturally concentrated on collecting immortal battle spirits.
On the mountain peak, the number of immortal war spirits is astonishingly large, at least more than one hundred thousand.
The three of them kept collecting, and the number of immortal battle spirits gradually became smaller.
In the end, they didn't bother to collect those low-level immortal battle spirits, and went to the top of the mountain to collect those high-level ones.
Approaching the top of the mountain, the number of immortal war spirits gradually decreased, but each one was more terrifying.
The aura emanating from each immortal battle spirit shocked Lu Ming, as if it were vast and unpredictable like the universe.
Needless to say, the creatures who can form these immortal fighting spirits are absolutely terrifying and outrageous in life.
It's a pity that they all turned into mummies in the end, and they didn't know how they died.
Two hours later, Lu Ming, Ling Yuwei, and Xiu Wuji each collected at least 20,000 immortal battle spirits.
At this time, Lu Ming had a feeling that the fragments of the soul stone seemed to be full and could not absorb too much.
The three of Lu Ming rushed directly to the top of the mountain.
On the top of the mountain is a flat land, on which there are only eight figures.
These are eight creatures with different shapes, forming a circle. Similarly, these eight creatures have also turned into mummies, without the slightest breath.
However, the gazes of the three of Lu Ming directly skipped the eight creatures and landed in the middle of the eight creatures.
Among them, there are two rays of light, soaring into the sky.
The glow that filled the sky seen from a distance was reflected by these two rays of light.
The source of the light is the two divine weapons.
A saber, a snow-white long stick.
There was an unfathomable aura exuding from the two divine weapons.
Ling Yuwei's eyes lit up.
"Could it be that this is the Eighteenth Hall of Heaven's Divine Soldiers?" Ling Yuwei whispered, her voice trembling.
"Eighteen Town Palace Divine Soldiers?"
Lu Ming's heart was also beating wildly. He had heard Ling Yuwei say it before.
The Eighteen Temple Divine Soldiers can be said to be the top treasure of the Heavenly Court of Fate and Soul, and they are all top-notch in the entire prehistoric universe, with immeasurable value.
There are nine life soul halls in the life soul heaven, and each of the life soul halls has two temple-suppressing magic weapons.
The eighteen town hall gods are eighteen weapons of different shapes.
Here, there are knives and sticks, and they look so extraordinary, it is very likely that they are the second of the Eighteenth Palace Divine Weapon.
"The Eighteenth Palace Divine Soldier is mine!"
Xiu Wuji's eyes radiated a fiery light, and with a flash of his figure, he rushed towards the two divine soldiers who guarded the temple.
However, there was a faint light emitting from the eight creatures, and then eight immortal war spirits appeared.
The auras of these eight immortal battle spirits were extremely terrifying and earth-shattering. Just a wisp of aura came out, and the three of Lu Ming felt as if they were being pressed down by hundreds of planets, and they almost vomited blood.
The three of them quickly placed the fragments of the soul stone in front of them, and continuously input power into the fragments of the soul stone, urging them with all their strength.
Buzz!
The fragments of the life soul stone vibrated violently, and circles of light diffused out, exuding a mysterious aura.
The eight immortal war spirits glanced at the fragments of the life soul primordial stone, revealing doubts.
"It feels so familiar!"
"Is it the soul stone?"
"Has the soul stone broken? Are we defeated?"
Whispering whispers came from the mouths of the eight immortal war spirits.