Chapter 422 Using souls as material to foster magic weapons
The representative of the peak master asked about the peak cultivation level.
Although there are hundreds of them, the ones with the highest cultivation level are only at the fifth level.
Even if everyone is not his opponent.
The old man looked at them jokingly and said: "The sect master is right, you ants will not give up easily. You must break the transmission channel formation at any cost."
Everyone in the Seventh Hall of the Holy Sun looked desperate.
This was their last struggle, but they didn't expect to be easily seen through by Jiuxing Tianzong.
But after despair, it turns to madness!
As the most loyal disciples of the temple, they will not give up easily!
"Everyone! The survival of the temple is in our hands!"
"Don't forget the support of Tianxing Palace Master before his death!"
One person roared.
"kill!"
The others’ eyes were also scarlet! Prepare to die!
immediately! They hold a magic weapon! Half of the people killed the old man!
Others are heading towards the ban!
"sucker Punch."
The old man sneered and took action as well.
The power of the peak of Wendao is vividly reflected here, and with a wave of his hand, several people fall.
It would be impossible for the temple to rely on its numerical advantage to hold back the old man.
And those disciples who went to attack the restriction were disappointed to find that it was extremely strong, and their magical powers could not cause much damage at all if they fell on it.
Such an attack would probably take an hour to break through the restriction.
"Haha, a bunch of ants, the Seventh Palace of the Holy Sun is destined to die."
The old man laughed.
Golden Egg, who was hiding in the dark, turned his eyes when he saw this.
The next moment, its figure flashed, turning into lightning again and disappearing from the place.
Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning approached one of the passages at an extremely fast speed, and struck it when Holy Point and the others were in despair!
Boom!
The ban shook violently, and thunder filled the air!
The next moment a clicking sound suddenly sounded! The restriction is broken instantly!
Such a sudden scene shocked everyone present.
Especially the old man, whose sultry smile suddenly froze.
"This! What's going on?!"
Logically speaking, these people are absolutely unable to break the restrictions!
But before he could recover, a bolt of thunder hit another restriction!
That restriction also shattered like glass!
Only then did the old man notice the thunder! He roared angrily: "What the hell! Give it to labor and management!"
He slapped him away! Turn into an endless rain of arrows and shoot toward Thunder!
But Jin Dan relied on his own thunder escape to easily avoid the arrow attack and rushed towards another restriction!
The old man suddenly panicked! If all the restrictions are opened by the golden egg, then his guilt will be great!
"Stop it!"
He roared and charged towards the golden egg!
Everyone in the Seventh Hall of the Holy Sun also came to their senses.
Although I don’t know who the Golden Egg is, if you help them break the restrictions, you are helping them!
"Everyone listen! Stop him!"
Just stop the old man! Let the golden egg break the remaining restrictions and let the palace master return! They, the Seventh Palace of the Sacred Sun, have the possibility of turning defeat into victory!
"Get away!"
The old man formed a seal with his hands! A wave of light kills everyone in the temple!
The people in the temple were simply unable to resist! Wherever the light wave passes, someone falls!
And taking this opportunity, Golden Egg broke another restriction!
The three restrictions that were broken instantly became cold! Transferring is about to begin!
At this moment, the old man killed all the remaining temple people!
When the old man saw the teleportation array opened, his face was extremely gloomy.
But instead of continuing to stop Golden Egg, he turned around and fled to the main hall!
Once the support comes, he alone will not be able to resist it, and now he can only inform the sect leader of the matter.
As for destroying the transmission channel, it is even more impossible.
The teleportation channel is connected to the world, and the teleportation cannot be destroyed unless the small world collapses.
The golden egg did not continue to break the restriction and turned into thunder and left.
The temple monks who transmitted the remaining three restrictions will break them. It can be regarded as completing Fang Chen's mission and it's time to go back.
And just ten breaths after it left, as the light lit up, thousands of figures came out of the three transmission channels!
They looked around vigilantly, only to find that except for the bodies on the ground, there was no one here.
Seeing that there was no ambush, they sent the message to the others who were still in the branch hall.
Soon Tao Xian also came to the small world. When he saw the corpses of temple disciples all over the ground, his anger reached the extreme.
These are the most elite talents of the temple, and they are the future of the temple!
Now they are all dying here. Regardless of the outcome, their temple has been severely weakened.
"Damn Xingzong! Damn Xiang Zhiming!"
"Destroy my temple? I will make your Xing Sect irrecoverable!"
He ordered: "Leave two thousand people here to resist the Xing Sect people outside! The others will follow me into the main hall! Kill Xiang Zhiming!"
There were many Xingzong monks outside attacking the branch hall, delaying a large number of troops for Xiang Zhiming.
"yes!"
Everyone listened to the order, and then half of them followed Tao Xian into the main hall, while the other half guarded here and broke through the remaining three restrictions.
At the same time, in the main hall.
Xiang Zhiming led everyone to the most core area.
They didn't encounter any trouble on the way, but there were some restricted formations.
However, Xiang Zhiming had been prepared early, and the journey was very smooth.
But Fang Chen, who was in the crowd, frowned deeper and deeper.
Along the way, a voice kept ringing in his mind, and it became clearer as he went deeper.
He thought others would hear it, and he also sent messages to ask Luo Yun'er and Xia Ling.
But except for him, no one heard any female voice.
Just as Fang Chen continued walking, the voice sounded again.
"It's so dirty, so disgusting, I don't want this!"
"how much longer."
“So painful”
The voice was full of despair, loneliness, and sadness.
Even Fang Chen was vaguely affected by it.
Who is she?
What kind of pain are you experiencing right now?
While thinking, the scene around him changed.
After walking through a long and wide corridor, a huge palace appeared in front of Fang Chen and others.
The strange thing is that this palace is completely blood red, and a surge of blood energy permeates the surroundings.
However, the palace seemed to be restricted by something, and the blood energy only floated around the palace and did not disperse.
Seeing this, Lu Jin said excitedly: "Sect Master! This is where the magic weapon is!"
Everyone looked at the Blood Palace in front of them curiously, but Fang Chen frowned slightly.
Luo Yun'er said that it was a divine weapon. Logically speaking, it should be holy, bright, and sacred.
How could it be a place full of blood and filth?
Lu Jin continued to introduce: "The blade of this magic weapon was half broken when it was discovered, but its power is still the same."
"In order to restore the divine weapon, the temple masters of the past generations used the soul as material to foster this divine weapon. Gradually, the broken blade of the divine weapon slowly grew out. In the past ten years, it has been completely restored with only the tip of the sword!"
Fang Chen suddenly realized that this was the case.
Taking the soul as the material is something that the Holy Temple cannot figure out.
However, to restore the divine weapon, the amount of soul required would probably be extremely large.
Looking at this Blood Palace, there are probably no less than a million souls who died in the Seventh Palace of the Holy Sun.
"Restore the divine weapons? Then I'm afraid we need more than a million people, right? But why have we never seen the Seventh Palace of the Holy Sun arresting people in large numbers?" Xiang Zhiming asked Fang Chen's doubts.
Lu Jin smiled proudly and said: "Sect Master, these are the divine weapons of the gods. The souls of those mortals who have experienced the world have long been filthy and are not worthy of becoming the nourishment of the divine weapons."
"And the most suitable one is the kind of soul that has not been contaminated by any worldly things, that is, children!"
"We capture a large number of mortal women here and let them continue to give birth to children. Then let specialized people teach theology. When they are three years old, they will be perfect nourishment!"
Hearing this, Fang Chen's pupils narrowed slightly.
These people are simply insane when it comes to using children as food.
Although monks never regard mortals as the same kind, they are all the same race! How could he do such a crazy thing!
But instead of being shocked after hearing this, Xiang Zhiming nodded in agreement: "The methods of this temple are quite impressive. Souls with a hint of divinity are indeed the most suitable as nourishment."
"but."
He sneered and said: "The efforts of the previous sect masters of the temple finally succeeded me."
