Chapter 3110: The Power of the Sword of Destruction

However, at the moment the door opened, outside, the group of people who originally thought Wu Yun would die and easily guarded the Babel Tower suddenly became confused when they heard the rumbling sound coming from the giant door.

They all stood up and looked towards where the giant black iron gate was.

At first, they were just surprised and did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

I was just wrongly guessing why the door suddenly opened. Is it related to Wu Yun's death inside?

But when they saw Wu Yun standing at the door.

Especially when they saw the red sword in Wu Yun's hand, everyone was stunned.

They may have never seen the Sword of Destruction.

But they can definitely feel that at this moment, from the long sword in Wu Yun's hand, the crimson blood light shines out, as if it is going to destroy the sky.

The power of destroying the earth.

Just by looking at it, it was as if their souls were being burned with stinging pain.

In fact, this is only for them, the Demonic Clan, who have such a strong feeling for this bloody light.

Wu Yun himself did not have such a strong feeling.

It's not because this sword is held by Wu Yun that it's like this.

But because the existence of this sword is to deal with the Demonic Clan.

Even if people from the Shengtian Clan are here, they won't feel too big when facing this bloody light.

At the beginning, the ancestor who built the Tower of Babel and the World-Destroying Sword guessed that there might be traitors and demonized scum among the Shengtian Clan.

This was how the sword was forged.

Although I don't want to use it, as long as this sword is born, it will definitely destroy the Demonic Clan.

Those crimson blood-colored rays of light are used to burn the souls of the demonized Shengtian Clan.

rub!

Wu Yun, who was at the door, leaped up, suspended in mid-air, and looked down at the Demonic Clan cultivators below.

"Oh, I didn't expect that I could come out alive!"

Wu Yun's voice was not loud, but it was like the judgment of death.

Every word, like needles, pierced deeply into the ears of the Demonic Clan cultivators below.

"Set up the formation, set up the formation, kill him, kill him quickly, don't let him swing the world-destroying sword!"

An exclamation came from the mouth of one of the saints.

Everyone below took action one after another.

The two saints, on the other hand, made their own moves, regardless of life or death, and attacked Wu Yun.

However, no matter what they did or how they did it, it was already too late and it was all in vain.

Wu Yun had a cold and slightly ferocious smile on his face, and he slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"die!"

A faint voice came out of Wu Yun's mouth.

At the same time, the sword in his hand has also fallen.

Bloody light pierced the sky and crashed down.

In an instant, the light curtain covered the entire land.

"Ah~~, ah..."

The screams spread instantly.

It belongs to the group of cultivators from the Demonic Heaven Clan.

No other damage was caused, but one sword slashed through it, and not a single cultivator from the Demonic Heaven Clan was left.

They were not physically harmed, but their faces were full of panic and ferocious distortions.

Those were the painful expressions left behind after their souls were burned and blurred under this bloody light.

However, although this scene achieved the effect Wu Yun wanted, it also surprised Wu Yun.

Because he originally thought that this sword could at least destroy the land within this area.

But he didn't expect that it would only cause harm to these cultivators of the Demonic Heaven Clan.

Suddenly, an idea appeared in Wu Yun's mind.

"Hiss, there are so many guys from the Demonic Heaven Clan, not a single one is left, but they haven't caused any harm to other surrounding beings!"

"Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. The power of this sword is definitely more than that. I didn't deliberately control it, but why did it attack so strongly?"

"Could it be that the person who created this sword set it up this way?"

"And what I feel, the gap between me and this sword, that feeling of independence, is this also because of this?"

"Because it was specially set by the original builder, and I haven't reached the level of being able to control it, so now it can only follow the settings of that builder.

, and issue a fixed attack method? "

"Only when I can really control it in the future can I let it listen to me and exert its power according to my ideas?"

For some reason, such an idea appeared in Wu Yun's mind.

Although it was just a guess, Wu Yun felt more and more that it was definitely the case.

Otherwise, why would it feel that this sword, which is at least as powerful as the Five Holy Lords or even stronger, can only attack the Demonic Clan?

Moreover, it can only be judged from the attack ability against the Demonic Clan at this moment.

Wu Yun felt that the true power of this sword was probably far beyond that of ordinary saints like the Five Holy Lords.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to incinerate the souls of these holy cultivators from the Demon Heaven Clan with just one sword strike?

However, this is just a guess.

What the facts are requires further verification.

Soon, Wu Yun retracted these thoughts.

Look up into the distance.

There is the direction where the Demonic Clan is attacking the Shengtian Clan, and it is also the only territory that the Shengtian Clan holds firm in the end.

Although the distance was far away, one could still faintly detect the powerful aura of power that was constantly surging over there, belonging to the majestic collision of saint-level cultivators.

It was just that the dark clouds were dense over there, so I thought that the Holy Heaven Clan had been suppressed.

The Demon Heaven Clan had an absolute upper hand.

Without further delay, Wu Yun did not stop, and stepped into the air and flashed. The whole person was like a sword, and in an instant, he disappeared from the spot, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a thousand meters away.

The direction he was heading to was exactly where the front line was fighting.