Sun sword energy burst out from between Xiang Nan's eyebrows, but the sword energy had just emerged before it was forcibly suppressed by an invisible force.
"What's going on?" Xiang Nan's heart sank suddenly.
It was the majestic formation on the eighth floor that suppressed the Sun Sword Qi.
"Why?" Xiang Nan couldn't believe it, and lost his voice: "The formation can suppress the sword of the dead, but why can it even suppress my sun sword energy?"
"Ah...could it be..." Xiang Nan touched his face, and he already had some eyebrows in his heart.
It must be that I was too heavily invaded by the sword of the dead, and I encountered two undead piercing through my body, which caused a lot of death in my body.
Could it be that formation that judged himself, a living person, to be an undead
Buzz! Buzz!
The sword of the dead vibrated again, still emitting large swathes of death air, those black death air floated into the sky, forming thousands of undead.
"I can't even release the Sun Sword Qi, what else can I do to deal with it?" Xiang Nan's heart sank, he knew that if he was penetrated by even an undead again, he would probably die of aging on the spot.
"Ghost, you also come to suffer from me!"
Xiang Nan gritted his teeth, pointed at the sword of the dead, and pointed out a Wuxiangjie finger.
Wuxiangjie refers to whether he can restrain the sword of the dead. To be honest, Xiang Nan has no idea at all, and he is already desperate to do so.
If you can't restrain the sword of the dead, and your own realm is lowered, then it is really doomed.
hum!
The black finger force instantly hit the sword of the dead.
Xiang Nan's heart rose to his throat, and Mengdie also grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, cold sweat rolled down his forehead in big drops.
In the first moment, the sword of the dead did not change in any way, but in the second moment, the sword suddenly began to tremble at a high frequency.
Once the sword body trembled, the undead condensed in the sky would lose control, and all of them would turn into the air of death and float away towards the sky.
"It works!" Xiang Nan was overjoyed, and shouted, "Is the Intangible Tribulation comfortable? It's shameless!"
Xiang Nan was also confused, and for some reason began to abuse a weapon.
Practicing Wuxiang Jiezhi is a process of "suicide", which is a state of wandering between life and death.
In the dark, Wuxiang Jiezhi and the sword of the dead produced such a mysterious reaction.
Xiang Nan took the opportunity to move forward to get close to the sword of the dead.
Getting closer is not to really get close, but to test the power of the sword of the dead.
Sure enough, Xiang Nan found that the power of the sword of the dead had weakened. When he was sixty meters away from the sword of the dead, he felt the powerful breath of death resisting him again.
"Dishonest? One more finger!" Xiang Nan put his fingers together, and pointed at the sword of the dead, and released another Wuxiangjie finger.
The trembling frequency of the sword of the dead accelerated a bit.
Xiang Nan has the five levels of Guiyuan, and the Wuxiang Jiezhi can be released nine times.
Anyway, he has to fight to the death, and he doesn't care so much.
Continue to go!
When he reached fifty meters, he encountered strong resistance again.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, you're not honest! You don't cry when you see the coffin! Wuxiang Jiezhi!"
hum!
Another finger hit the sword of the dead, and the shaking frequency of the sword of the dead has already begun to appear afterimages.
When Xiang Nan walked to forty meters, he pointed again, when he reached thirty meters, he pointed again, at twenty meters, he still pointed, and at ten meters, he continued to point!
When he walked up to the sword of the dead, the trembling frequency of the sword of the dead was already frighteningly high, and it literally trembled into a cloud of phantoms!
At this moment, Xiang Nan's Non-Phase Tribulation Finger was used eight times in a row, and his realm had directly declined to the first level of Guiyuan, and if he used it again, he would directly fall to the middle stage of the Ninth Level of Xiantian.
And the sword of the dead, after all, could no longer initiate any resistance. The black energy on its sword body had completely disappeared, revealing a black sword body.
Xiang Nan grabbed the king's shoulder with one hand, put his two fingers together, put his fingertips directly against the blade of the sword of the dead, and said angrily, "Do you want to try it again!"
"This finger, safekeeping will make you disappear!"
The sword of the dead hummed, and trembled the most violently, and then the tremor returned to its previous frequency.
"Give me back my life span!" Xiang Nan said angrily.
While the sword of the dead was trembling, streaks of green energy suddenly flew out, and those green energy entered Xiang Nan's body, making Xiang Nan's body begin to rejuvenate, and in just a few seconds, he returned to his seventeen-year-old appearance.
"Haha!" Xiang Nan was overjoyed.
He "drawn" the sword of the dead, held it in his hand to watch, and shouted: "Be honest, or I will kill you at any time!"
"Aren't you the sword of the dead? If you dare to resist again, I will really let you die."
But then, Xiang Nan discovered what made him uncomfortable again. He had caught the Sword of the Dead by himself, but he didn't feel connected with it.
In other words, Deadman's Sword was only defeated, but not surrendered.
"Make you crazy!" Xiang Nan took out the thunder talisman, stuck Bai Yan's thunder talisman on the sword body, and said, "I don't believe it, you are not afraid of divine thunder!"
"Believe it or not, I'll blow you up right now!"
Xiang Nan actually didn't have this ability, and he didn't dare to unseal Bai Yan Ranlei, otherwise it would not only be the sword of the dead that would be broken.
But apparently, Deadman's Sword doesn't know this.
The sword of the dead "how could it have been expected" that Xiang Nan has both the finger of non-phase robbery and the most stalwart divine thunder in the world.
This time, it is completely obedient.
"I feel it." Xiang Nan's eyes flashed brightly, and he felt the power of the sword of the dead.
He could feel the endless breath of death inside the sword, and those breaths were the source of power to revive the dead.
"Roar!"
Xiang Nan was infected by the infinite power, he roared vigorously, and raised the sword of the dead to the sky!
At that moment, all the undead trapped by him, as well as the skeleton general, immediately fell silent.
When Xiang Nan disbanded Tian Xuanzhi, those skeleton generals and ghosts, even prostrated themselves on the ground facing Xiang Nan, bowing down to their new master.
"Haha! Hahahaha!" Xiang Nan looked up to the sky and laughed, "The sword of the dead is mine now!"
"From now on, I can control the souls of the world!"
Mengdie happily clapped her hands and said, "Okay, okay, let's hurry back to the upper floor and collect the two dragon corpses in the cave! Let them be your puppets!"
Xiang Nan shook the sword of the dead, and controlled the long sword with his mind.
Sure enough, all the undead soldiers who were trapped on the entire eighth floor were freed immediately, and the undead floated out of the skeleton soldiers one by one, and flew towards the sky.
Xiang Nan was happy, he strode to Mengdie's side, hugged Meng Lie in his arms, and kissed him fiercely.
That Mengdie's tongue was sore from being sucked by Xiang Nan, but with tears in her eyes, she desperately hugged Xiang Nan's thick arm.
"Boom!" Xiang Nan and Mengdie's mouths parted. He wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "Go! Go to the seventh floor to capture the dragon's remains."