As for Zhao Ti, who was in the sky above, after being slashed by a sword, he immediately realized that his huge body had become a burden. He swayed, his body suddenly shrank, and he transformed into a human form again in less than half a breath. A wide black robe appeared out of thin air, covering Zhao Ti's proud body. At this moment, Zhao Ti was shrouded in robes, and the expression on her face could not be seen. However, as a corpse slave, her face had been as cold as ice for thousands of years, and she could not show the second kind at all. With a wave of her robe, she suddenly turned into a stream of light and fled towards the distance. The Immortal Killing Sword also turned into a stream of light and rushed over with Zhao Ti. The two lights and shadows just flashed and disappeared directly in front of everyone. Wang Shoucheng on the city wall immediately clapped his hands and laughed when he saw this: "Everyone, please be patient and wait for a few breaths before you can see the Immortal Killing Sword kill another immortal!" Wang Shoucheng said this not without reason. But he had seen with his own eyes the scene of the Immortal Killing Sword cutting down an immortal.
This sword is an immortal weapon brought down from the upper realm of Taiping Palace during the last Hundred Palaces War. Although this big sword was a bit evil, it was indeed powerful. It was with the help of this Zhuxian Sword that Taiping Palace cleared the obstacles and successfully became the overlord of Yizhou. On the other side, Zhao Ti's figure was like lightning, and she rushed out for dozens of miles in an instant, while the Immortal Killing Sword followed behind her like a maggot attached to the bone. Wow! Zhao Ti's robe kept flying in the air, vaguely revealing a large area of snow-white, but she didn't seem to care, and her eyes were looking straight at an area in front of her. On a hillside dozens of miles in front of her, a figure was standing there quietly, as if waiting for something. Ding Yi stood on the hillside, looking at the figure approaching rapidly in the sky in front of him, a strange look suddenly appeared on his face. "This Taiping Palace is so awesome, it almost made him come back." Ding Yi sighed, then took off the nuclear sword from his back and stuck it on the ground. His eyes gradually became colder. Within a few breaths, Zhao Ti's figure suddenly fell behind Ding Yi and said to him numbly: "Master, this is an immortal weapon at the pinnacle of the lower level." Seeing this, Ding Yi raised his eyebrows. At this time, he naturally knew the classification of immortal weapons and understood the meaning of the levels of these immortal weapons. This low-level peak fairy weapon, if in the hands of the right person, can explode with super power, and its power is almost as powerful as an intermediate fairy weapon. But this is in the world of humans and animals at this moment, and Ding Yi doesn't look like someone is controlling this sword. The big sword didn't hesitate. When he saw Ding Yi suddenly appeared below, he slashed down again. Facing this attack, Ding Yi finally understood why Zhao Ti ran away. There was an unparalleled pressure in the void around him, as if he was trapped in the center like four walls, and he could only watch the big sword slash down! At the same time, Ding Yi also noticed that three human figures were appearing on the hilt of the big sword, as if these three figures were controlling the big sword.
"Not bad, quite strong." Ding Yi nodded, then took out the Quicksand Diagram from his arms and quickly opened it, and his frown suddenly relaxed. "Damn it, not even a red cross!" Ding Yi sneered, and then pulled out the nuclear sword on the ground. Then a white cyclone and red fire appeared on the nuclear sword instantly, and then he slashed down on the big sword with the same slash! "Crack!!" A huge explosion sounded instantly, and a white light instantly rushed thousands of miles into the sky from where the two parties met, and then spread loudly towards the surroundings. The huge air wave overturned all the vegetation within ten miles, and even the soil slopes gradually melted in the violent air wave. Ding Yi stood in the white light, looking at the huge long sword above, and he seemed to be able to see the stunned expressions of the three figures behind the sword hilt. Streams of light continued to hit Ding Yi's body like meteorites, but they were instantly shattered into powder, making a "cracking" sound at the same time. He grinned, showing his white teeth. "Damn it, you almost scared me just now!!" "You know what!!" Ding Yi jumped up and rushed in front of the big sword in an instant. Then the core sword in his hand slashed out three hundred and sixty swords in an instant, all of which hit the long sword. "Crack!" A crisp cracking sound suddenly appeared, and a crack appeared on the sword! "Chi chi chi chi!!" The three figures on the sword hilt seemed to have encountered something unbelievable, and they let out a strange cry similar to the chirping of insects. But the next moment, Ding Yi came to the top of the sword again and stamped on the sword body. Down! The huge force bent the entire blade of the long sword, and then it crashed downwards uncontrollably. Immediately afterwards, Ding Yi suddenly fell down, and thrust the nuclear sword in his hand hard into the gap in the sword body. He actually broke the crack and fixed the sword on the ground full of potholes! A shrill scream came from the sword, but Ding Yi stepped on the hilt without hesitation, looking curiously at the three eyeless figures entangled in chains. "What the hell is this?" Ding Yi frowned and looked at the twisting figure and asked. Zhao Ti walked forward slowly at this moment. She took a careful look at the chain on the sword hilt and then said slowly: "Master, he should be a weapon slave." Ding Yi was stunned when he heard this, and continued to say: "What is a weapon slave?" Zhao Ti said: "This is a common method of the Taiping Palace, which locks the soul of the person killed to the weapon, thereby enhancing the power of the weapon."
"So, this big guy has killed three people before?" "Yes, and they are three true immortals. The person who refined this big sword must be very skilled. With the immortal weapon of the weapon slave, he can continue to be promoted." Zhao Ti said at last. Ding Yi touched his chin when he heard this, and then stood there thinking for a while. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Zhao Ti's chest, and continued to say: "This time I will inject you with enough Changqing spiritual energy. Go and lead the army to break through the border of Yizhou." The power of this corpse slave is entirely dependent on the operation of the Changqing true energy in the body. In the previous battle, Zhao Ti's Changqing Qi in the body had already been consumed a lot. This time, Ding Yi directly chose to use the more lasting Changqing spiritual energy, which was to let Zhao Ti lead the Yin Yang Palace to completely break through the border of Yizhou. Soon, after injecting enough Changqing spiritual energy, Zhao Ti jumped up and disappeared suddenly. Ding Yi touched his chin and looked at the big sword suppressed by the nuclear sword below, and a new idea came into his mind. The concept of this instrument slave is exactly the same as the Wanhun Banner in the novel. After killing someone, let the killed person work for you, a real magic method. He really likes it! Warm reminder: The website is about to be revised, which may cause the reading progress to be lost. Please save the "Bookshelf" and "Reading Record" in time (it is recommended to take a screenshot to save), please forgive us for the inconvenience caused to you!