The sword blade, which was originally without a sharp edge, appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and tempered the edge. The Yan Luo Blade continuously absorbed countless sword lights burst out from the Sword Washing God Stone to temper the sword edge.

The Sword Washing God Stone is a rumor that the infinite battle sword is buried in the world, and it is nurtured for tens of millions of years. It gathers the boundless edges and sword intent of the battle sword, and finally tempered. Each piece is enough to make countless sword cultivation fight and fight for blood. As long as there is the Sword Washing God Stone, even an ordinary green-front sword in the secular world, after washing the sword edge, it can instantly transform into a peerless magic weapon with hair blowing and broken hair.

As long as the spiritual material of the sword is of high quality, even the stubborn iron can be transformed into a peerless battle sword!!

The more sword light you draw on the Sword Washing God Stone, the more sword intent, the more amazing and powerful the sword will become.

What is the cast of the Yan Luo Blade? It is cast of peerless divine iron and Huangquan evil iron. It is the peerless divine material used by the ancient emperor to cast imperial weapons. Every time it is washed on the sword washing stone, the dense sword light penetrates into the sword edge like a tide, as if it has entered a bottomless pit, without any sign of satisfaction.

Crack Crack Crack!!

The sword edge passed by the sword-washing god stone again and again, bringing out dazzling sword lights, rushing to drill into the sword blade. The Yan Luo Blade was like a glutton, devouring everyone without hesitation, and on the sword blade, it delivered a series of sharp sword sounds.

The scene almost scared countless monks crazy on the spot.

"This, how is this possible? Heavenly Punishment, that is the thunder of heavenly Punishment. The power of that thunder, even if I am thousands of feet away, can feel that kind of almost destructive terrible power. It is so stressful that I can't even breathe. If I really get closer, I'm afraid I will be instantly blasted into powder. This is a force that can crush everything. The King of Hell, the King of Hell, was actually hit by the thunder of the catastrophe, and was not even injured." A monk from the Five Tribulations of the Soul Gathering Realm was almost crazy and made a strange roar.

"Even the Tribulation Thunder can even be broken with its physical body. How is this possible? He is a ghost clan. The evil spirit of the ghost clan. Facing the Heavenly Punishment Tribulation Thunder is like meeting a nemesis. How can he use the power of the ghost body to directly shatter the Tribulation Thunder? This is impossible, absolutely impossible. How powerful is his ghost body."

An old man even had his eyes falling out and said in a daze on the spot.

"Sharpening the sword. He is still sharpening the sword. How dare he do this? He is simply a monster, a peerless monster. How powerful is this King of Hell? Even such a thunder cannot do anything to it. This is a heavenly punishment."

A monk looked at the figure who was seriously sharpening his sword from the heavenly punishment, and felt that his soul was about to collapse on the spot. This was simply challenging the limits of every monk's will.

Rumble!!

The catastrophe clouds in the void seemed to be completely angered by Yan Fusheng's almost contemptuous behavior. Countless catastrophe clouds rolled violently, countless thunders. Crazy gathering and collisions erupted, and a terrible roar was heard, conveying the anger of heaven and earth.

Click!!

A golden thunder that was thick as a bucket seemed to be connected to the sky and the earth, and violently fell from the catastrophe clouds. In the golden catastrophe thunder, an endless pure yang aura was emitted, with great righteousness, and with great will, it slashed down fiercely, as if all the demons would disappear instantly under this catastrophe thunder and be destroyed!!

"Breaking the Evil God Thunder, this is Breaking the Evil God Thunder. According to legend, under the Breaking the Evil God Thunder, all ghosts will disappear and have a terrible restraint on the external evil aura."

"It's so terrible. No matter how strong the King of Hell is, he is still a ghost clan. Under this evil-breaking thunder, he will definitely die without a burial place. Kill him or her. Otherwise, we will be suppressed by the underworld and will never be able to break free."

Many monks witnessed the golden thunder, and their eyes suddenly lit up and became extremely excited.

Bang!!

The evil-breaking god thunder smashed down fiercely, and almost instantly, it hit hard on the back again. On the spot, I saw countless golden lights bursting out from the catastrophe thunder, like sharp swords, cutting down with endless sharpness, and fighting violently with the five-color divine light bursting out from my body.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

Countless terrible Mars burst out.

Puff puff puff!!

The evil-breaking divine thunder contains the will of heaven and earth, and the power burst out is terrifying. Even the five-colored treasure light emitted from the body was torn apart by golden lightning under a fierce collision, falling on the back, and on the spot, shattering a series of hideous and terrifying wounds, and each wound was burned to pieces.

The five-colored divine blood of reincarnation continued to seep out along the wound, making it look extremely ferocious.

However, after breaking through the flesh and blood, the evil-breaking thunder did not continue to destroy the body. The power in the thunder of the thunder had reached the end of the strong bow after a series of collisions. On the back, a five-color throne wheel almost instinctively emerged. In the rotation, five reincarnation tunnels instantly swept the remaining thunder into the throne wheel.

The second thunder of disaster was broken again!!

Crack! Crack!!

The evil spirit thunder is extremely domineering. Although Yan Fusheng is the body of the innate reincarnation, it is still the body of the ghost clan. Originally, the evil spirit thunder was enough to produce more astonishing lethality and destructive power on itself. However, as early as that time, the entire body of the reincarnation had already returned to the innate body and washed the evil spirit in the ghost body all over the body, as if the ghost body was born from the innate. The evil spirit thunder's restraint on itself was almost reduced to the extreme.

The whole body was still as motionless as a mountain, standing firmly, and still slowly tempering the sword edge on the Sword Washing God Stone again and again. Every time it is tempered, you can see that the size of the Sword Washing God Stone has shrunk by one point, as if it merges into the Yan Luo Blade with countless sword lights.

Rumble!!

In the catastrophe cloud, a more domineering evil-breaking thunder fell again in an instant, and it bombarded heavily.

But at this moment, no more voices were heard.

A monk and a warrior of the Abyss tribe, there was nothing in front of him, just the figure that was sharpened by the sword again and again under countless thunders. The figure was not extremely burly. However, at this moment, it made people feel that it was a mountain, a towering immortal sacred mountain.

This picture is almost deeply imprinted in the eyes of every strong man, and in the soul. Even if you go through reincarnation, it will not be easily erased.

Who dares to sharpen the sword under the heavenly tribulation?

They saw it, and even shined their swords under the punishment of heaven.

This kind of scene has never existed since before, it will not exist in the heavens and all realms, it will not exist in the Thirty-Three Heavens Continent, it will not exist before, I am afraid it will not exist in the future.

This is an unprecedented and peerless creation!!

At this time, a middle-aged monk had a flash of light in his eyes, revealing a look of struggle. However, in a blink of an eye, he was replaced by a firmness and shouted firmly: "Disciples of Kongming Sect, follow the orders of this sect, assemble and return to the sect's residence. In this muddy water, I, Kongming Sect, will not rush to leave, go back immediately."

"Yes, Sect Master!!"

Suddenly, hundreds of monks agreed in unison, followed the middle-aged monk, turned around and left quickly towards Bozhou. In that case, he did not intend to continue to participate in the subsequent fight and give up the idea of ​​attacking the underworld.

Yan Fusheng's scene of standing tall under the punishment of heaven was too shocking. His original greed was beaten to pieces on the spot under that picture and completely disappeared.

Even if you really have to be restricted by the underworld in the future, it will be better than the death of the destruction of the sect.

"Let's go, I'll leave too. I can't wait for this muddy water. Even if I have done countless evil things before, the underworld needs to settle it, and I have to wait until the deadline has come. At least I can live for a while. Maybe there is still a chance to make up for it. Didn't the underworld say that I accumulate good deeds? In the future, I will accumulate virtue and do good deeds, and maybe I can make up for my past mistakes."

Some casual cultivators also returned to Qingming Festival. They immediately let out a strange cry and turned around and left one after another.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

The third evil-breaking thunder hit the back again, but Yan Fusheng still did nothing, and was always sharpening the sword edge again and again. In a blink of an eye, he saw that the sword-washing stone, which was originally the size of a child's head, dissipated inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was accompanied by the sword blade that was originally without a sharp edge, becoming sharper and sharper at an incredible speed. A trace of blood-colored sharpness flashed on the sword edge and flowed.

Kill! Kill! Kill!!

Fight! Fight! Fight!!

Finally, at the moment when the fourth thunder was about to fall, in front of him, the sword-washing stone completely disappeared and turned into countless sword lights, drilling into the sword edge. Seeing the sword edge, which was originally without sharpness, it turned into a blood-colored sword blade. On the sword edge, a series of sword lights slid past like flowing water.

The sword edge is completely tempered.

The sword and the blade flashed with a fierce cold light at the same time. It emitted a ferocious ferocious aura. The blade body shook, and countless battle sounds, and the killing sound broke through the blade. Blood-colored prohibition auras burst out in an instant. Surrounding the blade, countless bloody blood Shuras made a huge battle sound and murderous intent.

Nine prohibition halos surrounded the Yan Luo Blade, emitting supreme fighting spirit.

At the moment when the sword edge opened, the speed and charm of the nine forbidden lights flowed invisibly, becoming more and more perfect, as if blood-colored rivers were roaring.

Countless bloody Shura roared to the sky in the long river, as if they were making a battle sound at the catastrophe clouds in the void.

I want to invite a war to heaven!!

Strong and firm!!

As the blade shaking, a blood-colored blade light burst out from the Yan Luo Blade, like a sharp blade, bursting wildly into the catastrophe cloud, with endless sharpness, and in an instant, piercing the dark catastrophe cloud through.

Rumble!!

He was angry, and Jie Yun was angry, and even a weapon dared to provoke the majesty of heaven and earth, which was simply seeking death.
Chapter completed!