C813 Tyrannical Saber Extinguishing the World!
C813 Tyrannical Saber Extinguishing the World!
A creature like a phoenix. Due to the protection of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, whether it was the Longevity Essence or its life force, it far surpassed any other creature.
Due to the Phoenix Blood in Shen Lingcang's body, he had not died for a hundred years. Moreover, he had been enslaved by the Blood God Curse and became a blood slave.
This kind of evil creature that relied on devouring the blood of its descendants to maintain its immortal body was very similar to some of the characteristics of a vampire!
Meng Ran even suspected that this kind of bloodthirsty creature might have something to do with the Raksha Clan's inauspicious curse!
Forget it, I'll capture this Shen Lingcang first. If I continue to waste my energy like this, I'm going to consume more than half of my energy. Although I didn't find any experts from the Luo Sect monitoring me during this trip to the Wu State, the Luo Sect will definitely take revenge for the smallest grievance. There's no way they will let this matter rest. Since the Dragonhorse has been exposed, I have to be extra careful.
With a firm mind, Meng Ran didn't want to continue fighting with Shen Lingcang. However, he saw Meng Ran pointing his finger like a sword, intending to destroy the Blood Cloud that helped Shen Lingcang heal his injuries.
At the same time, Shen Lingcang, who had almost recovered from his injuries with the help of the Blood Cloud, couldn't suppress the killing intent in his heart.
Ever since he fought Meng Ran, he had almost been suppressed and beaten by Meng Ran. If it wasn't for the blood of these juniors, his injuries would have been healed. This demonized Shen Lingcang was going to die in the hands of a junior today.
Even a clay figurine had its own temper. To the number one blade wielder of Qing Royal Court and the world-shaking God Stage, this was a great humiliation.
The Blood Cloud that was coiled around his body was like Demon God in the fog. With a flip of his palm, he controlled the boundless Blood Cloud and forcefully condensed it into a blood blade that was only seven feet long!
"Congealing Qi into form! This is Congealed Qi Form! Just what level has the ancestor reached! Could it be that he has really reached the Peak of the God Stage?!"
Shen Xinghan and the others felt as if they had seen a fairy tale as they lost their voices in shock.
One had to know that this Blood Cloud was formed from the blood of hundreds of Shen Family descendants. It was as big as half a basketball court and could actually be compressed into a seven foot long blood blade by Shen Lingcang!
This skill was worthy of the name of Martial Arts Legend!
The moment the seven-foot blood blade formed in Shen Lingcang's palm, Shen Lingcang let out an unprecedented roar, and streams of blood red light gushed out from all 108 apertures on Shen Lingcang's body!
This was all the power that Shen Lingcang had cultivated for two hundred years!
Meng Ran, who had caught a glimpse of this scene, paused. He felt that the scene in front of him was familiar.
"It's the technique of Shen Chuanting's One with the Saber!"
Under the shocked gazes of Shen Xinghan and the others, these blood-colored True Essence actually condensed into eleven astral blades in front of Shen Lingcang's chest!
The moment the astral blades formed, they were shocked to see it. The surging Lead Cloud in the sky pressed down!
Amidst the dark clouds that blocked out the sky, there was the hidden sound of thunder. A violent storm followed and attacked!
On the surface of the lake of Calm Lake, water pillars appeared out of thin air, just like a tornado. Above the night sky and below the Calm Lake, the height was as high as a thousand meters! It was just like an ancient legend, shocking the world!
Long Jishui! This was the image of Long Jishui!
A total of seven thousand meters of water columns seemed to be attracted by Shen Lingcang's astral blade as they rushed towards Shen Family‘s Manor, destroying the heavens and destroying the earth!
Even Meng Ran, who was confronting Shen Lingcang coldly, had a drastic change in expression when he saw this scene.
"Even a cultivator at the second minor realm of the Partial Essence Stage would not be able to mobilize such a large amount of natural energy! Even a cultivator at the second minor realm of the Partial Essence Stage would not be able to control such a large amount of natural energy! The God Stage in the mortal world! One strike, this Shen Lingcang is close to the peak! "
At this moment, Shen Lingcang was like a god in a blade. With a blade in hand, he once again became the number one blade artist in Hua Xia, whose name shook the Qing Royal Court.
"Junior, come and die!"
Following Shen Lingcang's shout, he held the seven-foot blood blade high above his head. The tip of the blade, the blade, and Shen Lingcang's body had all merged into a single line, forming the twelfth blade aura of the Tyrant Knife!