Chapter 3638 The sword cuts the limitless, overwhelming the soul world

The soul world is several times larger than the ordinary world. It is not like a planet or a continent. It is like a cosmic rock more than 100 million miles long, shrouded in mist.

There are no stars here, no daylight.

Only the lunar moon, which is the size of nine stars, is suspended in the sky above the big world.

"Whoa!"

Zhang Ruochen quietly descended on one of the yin moons without disturbing the monks stationed on the yin moon.

He was like a god standing above the nine heavens, looking down.

His eyes are bright and his field of vision is extremely wide.

The black soil fields and rivers of corpses in the soul world are as clear as a map. All the great monks have nothing to hide from.

The entire soul world cannot hide any secrets under his divine eye of truth.

wrong!

"Huh!"

Deep in the soul world, Zhang Ruochen discovered an area with blurred perception.

Even Zhang Ruochen could see through the formation and outline of the divine formation left behind by the sages of the Zhenhun Clan at a glance, but there were still some things he couldn't see through. How could he not be surprised?

"That must be the world spirit of the soul world! Who is it? It has left a method deep in the soul world. Even my heart of truth cannot penetrate it? What is the purpose?"

While Zhang Ruochen was contemplating, a bright and blazing sword energy beam tore through the cold atmosphere of the soul world, rushed into the sky, and dispersed into the sky.

"Wow!"

Feng Yan held the Pure Yang Divine Sword and fled quickly.

He was seriously injured, with half of his body shattered and in a state of blood mist. Only one head and three arms remained, and broken bones could be seen on his face.

In fact, it was the Pure Yang Divine Sword that dragged him, constantly breaking the regular divine patterns intertwined in the sky, and escaping from the soul world at an unparalleled speed.

The Lord of the Palace of Order spread his white wings and chased after him, his face extremely ugly.

He miscalculated!

I thought that to deal with a Heaven-Building Realm god, I could press him to death with just a finger.

Who would have expected that the sword spirit of Chunyang Divine Sword would actually be alive?

The world within the sword contains the divine energy left by Chunyang Tianzun.

There are many monks from the big world who send souls to the soul world, or to experience in the soul world. Let Feng Yan escape like this, which is undoubtedly a secret.

If the news reaches the Wind Clan in the Pangu Realm, they will be in big trouble!

The Palace Master of Order's eyes were cold, and he made up his mind that after taking care of Feng Yan, he must cleanse the soul world and leave no one with knowledge behind.

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Ling Xi did not expect that the danger would come so quickly, nor did she expect that the master of the Order Palace would be so frantic and openly attack the head of the Feng Clan.

From this point of view, even if she has the status of a disciple of Tianzun, she will not be able to escape death.

Ling Xi did not choose to seek help from Feng Jin, but immediately fled to Santu River.

Facing someone like the Master of the Palace of Order, she couldn't save Feng Yan. The only thing she could do was to escape and tell the Feng Clan and Zhang Ruochen the truth.

Only they can challenge the Temple of Light!

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Leader Fengxian stood outside Zhenhun Palace with a cold expression on his face.

The Master of the Palace of Order disappointed him so much that he could make such mistakes when dealing with a God who was in the Heaven-Building Realm.

However, the Pure Yang Divine Sword was much more powerful than he expected, and he was reluctant to give it to the Lord of Order Palace!

Next to him, Feng Jin presented the Soul-Conquering Ghost Seal with both hands, trembling all over.

If even the head of the Wind Clan with unlimited potential dares to hunt and kill him, who does Feng Jin mean to him?

Although he is a great god, he is too insignificant in front of an ancient existence like Fengxian Cult Master. Even if he is killed, there are a hundred ways to cover up the past.

Only by being obedient and loyal enough can you protect yourself and the Soul-Suppressing Clan.

Fortunately, Master Fengxian needs someone to help him control the soul world and refine soul pills to increase the strength of the soul.

Master Fengxian took the soul-controlling ghost seal and said coldly: "Why did your daughter run away? What did she want to do?"

"Don't worry, leader! She can't escape. I will capture her right away and personally cut off her memory." Feng Jin immediately promised.

The leader of Fengxian Cult was impressive and said: "With your cultivation, even if you kill her memory, you don't need the heavens to take action. Zhang Ruochen can use the way of fate to restore her memory."

Feng Jin's face changed with shock, and she struggled in her heart. She bowed and said, "She is now Mr. Lian's disciple and the god of the Judgment Palace. If she falls, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain."

"What? You can't bear to leave?"

A ferocious smile appeared on the face of Fengxian Cult Leader Xianfeng Daogu: "It is precisely because she is the god of the Temple of Light and died in the soul world with Feng Yan that no one doubts the Lord of Order Palace and me.

After all, it is the gods of hell who take action!"

"Let's capture her first. She may still be of some use for the time being."

Then, he added lightly: "If she escapes, you won't have to come back!"

With a pale face, Feng Jin crossed the space and chased Lian Xi.

One hundred thousand years ago, in order to survive and protect the Zhenhun Clan, his back was broken!

Once a person gets used to kneeling, he will never stand up again.

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The divine power of the Lord of the Palace of Order flows through Feng Yan's body, constantly destroying his divine body and eroding his divine soul.

If it weren't for the divine energy that Chunyang Tianzun left in the sword to protect him, he would have fallen long ago.

The Master of the Palace of Order has infinite cultivation. Even across a starry sky, he can suppress a Heaven-Building Realm god. However, all the confinement methods he used were penetrated by the Pure Yang Divine Sword and could not be stopped at all.

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After spending a lot of time, he finally stopped in front of Feng Yan with his speed.

The lord of Order Palace, Bai Yu, was dazzling, with an outstanding figure, holding a crystal clear spear, and shouted the soul-stirring divine voice: "Pure Yang Divine Sword, surrender to me!"

Sound waves continue to invade Excalibur.

It's a pity that the sword spirit cannot be forced out.

The Lord of the Palace of Order drew an arc with his fingers, and countless rules of light, like chains, rushed towards Feng Yan and the Pure Yang Divine Sword from all directions.

Everything around him is under his control.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the sword resounded throughout the soul world.

The sword spirit of the Pure Yang Divine Sword was further revived by the stimulation of the soul-stirring divine sound.

Tianzun's divine energy continuously escapes from the edge of the sword, reflecting the sky into five colors.

The sword spirit has lived since the time of Chunyang Tianzun until now, and has been in a state of sleep to avoid the catastrophe of Yuanhui.

In the past, when Feng Yan used the Pure Yang Divine Realm to kill powerful enemies, the sword spirit only woke up slightly and only exploded with a very small amount of power. And as a sword holder, Feng Yan could only withstand so much power based on his cultivation at the time.

Fengyan inherited Fengyunba's secrets and pure Yang essence, and was transformed into the colorful clay of Pure Yang Tianzun, just like Tianzun's rebirth.

Because of this, he can continuously absorb the Divine Qi in the Pure Yang Divine Sword, and his cultivation speed is astonishing. Now that he has reached the Great Perfection of the Supreme God, he can activate the Divine Sword and burst out with even greater destructive power.

"cut!"

Feng Yan raised his sword with both hands.

The Pure Yang Divine Sword in his hand was like a torch, slashing straight forward.

The Master of the Order Palace shrank his eyes and realized that he had once again underestimated this junior of the Wind Clan. He quickly mobilized his energy and thrust out the spear in his hand.

In an instant, he turned into a brilliant sun, shining brightly in the sky.

"boom!"

The Palace Master of Order was struck by this sword and flew dozens of miles away in the void. A burning blood mark appeared on his handsome cheek.

"Unexpectedly... the defense was broken by a superior god..."

The Lord of the Palace of Order was extremely angry and felt extremely shameful and humiliated.

Of course, he would not think that he was injured in Feng Yan's hands, he would only think that the Pure Yang Divine Sword was too powerful. He couldn't imagine how strong the sword spirit would be if it fully recovered?

Is it another artifact from the heavens?

"The sword spirit of the Pure Yang Divine Sword cannot be fully revived, so it must be sealed." The Lord of the Order Palace secretly said.

After Feng Yan tried his best to strike out with this sword, his body became even more tattered, with cracks everywhere, as if it would fall apart with just a slight touch. He couldn't activate his spirit at all, and he could only watch helplessly as the Lord of the Order Palace approached.

come over.
To be continued...