Chapter 1065: Battle of Souls

Without the support of the spiritual consciousness clones at the peak of the late Mahayana stage, Wu Yan's spiritual consciousness cultivation in the middle stage of integration was simply unable to withstand the spiritual glances of these Xuantian powerful clones.

His face had become extremely pale at this time. Anyone who encounters this situation will probably not be in a good mood.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, as if I am naked and being watched by others unscrupulously. This is outright humiliation and disregard.

However, Wu Yan has nothing to do about it now. Anyone here in front of him has the ability to easily crush and destroy him. If Patriarch Beidou hadn't agreed to solve this matter for him, he would never have come out of the Cave Heaven Spiritual Realm, and he wouldn't have had to suffer this humiliation.

But if he doesn't come out, it won't be long before this group of Xuantian powerful clones can still find him based on today's clues, and the situation he will face by then will probably be even more terrifying and unbearable.

Wu Yan stood there without saying a word, letting these people glance at him unscrupulously.

The Beidou Ancestor did not stop this. He didn't even raise his eyelids, he still closed his eyes slightly, gathered all his breath, and stood quietly in the distance.

Fortunately, Wu Yan was prepared. Before Patriarch Beidou appeared, he had envisioned various possible situations. He took all the more important treasures on his body into the Great Wilderness Yuanding Hongmeng World.

Whether it's the Baina treasure bag obtained from Demon Lord Pujie, the two forbidden weapons taken from Demon Lord Seal, or a large number of treasures obtained by intercepting other people in the Chaos Temple of the Sky Realm, even one's own Some things that were collected in the past that were extremely valuable and might arouse others' suspicion were all collected in the Great Wild Yuan Cauldron.

Among the green clam shell spiritual treasures, there are only some ordinary storage rings, which contain things that a monk in the Void Refining Stage should have.

As for the Seven-Star Divine Furnace, due to time constraints and fear of arousing Beidou Patriarch's suspicion, Wu Yan directly kept it in the Heavenly Spiritual Domain of Dayan Zhuxian Cave and did not include it in Hongmeng World.

Although these powerful clones of Xuantian are very strong and each possesses some extraordinary detection powers, it is a pity that they did not detect any abnormality from Wu Yan.

In fact, even the terrifying ancient great power like Beidou Ancestor cannot penetrate the mysteries of the Great Wilderness Yuanding, let alone these ordinary clones of Xuantian Power.

Wu Yan also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and stood there with a pale face, not daring to make any move.

Everyone's eyes fell on Beidou Patriarch next to Wu Yan.

What shocked Wu Yan deeply was that no matter whether it was a powerful clone like the Purple Emperor or a powerful clone like the Pujie Demon Lord, the existence of Beidou Ancestor was not discovered from the beginning to the end!

Until now, they actually only regarded him as a star sword spirit body without the consciousness of the Lord God.

"Hahaha, I'm so lucky. I didn't expect to see such a pure and high-grade sword fighting spirit in the lower galaxy. Everyone, since everyone is here for this, who should this sword fighting spirit belong to? Why don't you tell me? how?"

The powerful avatar of the God Clan with light golden skin was the first to speak about the matter of seizing the treasure.

His words made Wu Yan secretly surprised.

Regarding the theory of war spirits, he had already understood it in the air world, so it was naturally not too unfamiliar at this time. However, according to his understanding, the fighting spirit should be a powerful person at the level of the Great Sage and Immortal King. When he reaches a certain level of cultivation, he uses his own fighting spirit to advance to produce a special magical fighting spirit.

The spiritual body in front of me, in the mouth of Beidou Patriarch, is the Three Life Sword Spirit Body, but in the mouths of this group of people, it is unanimously called the Star Sword Spirit Body.

However, Wu Yan never expected that this spiritual body would be a war spirit that only powerful men at the level of the Great Sage and Immortal King could possess!

If a powerful Great Sage and Immortal King possesses a war spirit, his combat effectiveness will undoubtedly increase exponentially.

The higher the level of the fighting spirit, the stronger the fighting ability it can exert.

Rumor has it that a Holy King with the best fighting spirit can even easily defeat a Holy King-level powerhouse.

"Hmph, Chu Zhongsheng, you are not qualified to get involved with this high-grade fighting spirit. I am currently studying the way of swordsmanship, and I want this swordsmanship fighting spirit. If anyone is dissatisfied, you can stand up now."

Zihuang took an extremely domineering step forward and stood in front of everyone. His eyes were domineering and ferocious as he scanned the entire audience, and his voice spoke to everyone in an unhurried voice.

Everyone's expressions changed at the same time, and then they began to talk through voices with different expressions.

Demon Lord Pujie and Demon Lord Seal also looked a little embarrassed. However, the two of them were obviously afraid of the Purple Emperor, so after hearing the words, they discussed it for a while, then pointed to Wu Yan and said: "Brother Purple Emperor, the two of us have no intention of competing with you for the War Spirit. But this person But it must be left to our brothers, what do you think?"

Zihuang's eyes then fell on Wu Yan.

After he pondered for a moment, a strange smile appeared on his face, he glanced sideways at Demon Lord Pujie and Demon Lord Fengya, and said with a half-smile, "I have no objection."

Before, everyone had scanned Wu Yan carefully and found nothing out of the ordinary.

Before Zihuang and others came here, they asked the disciples of their respective sects about what happened here. They knew that the person who refined the treasure was this inconspicuous young monk in front of them.

Although no one knows why this little monk in the early stage of Void Refining was able to mobilize the power of the stars to create this ownerless war spirit, it is obvious that compared to this war spirit, this suspicious The younger generation is also an extremely important target of competition.

There must be secrets hidden in him that even the powerful clones of the Great Sage and Immortal Emperor cannot find out. This is actually the thought of all the powerful clones who come here.

However, Zihuang is obviously not interested in Wu Yan's secret.

"Hehehe, what a domineering tone. Why?" The old man holding a wooden stick sneered, "If I don't agree, Xie Zihuang, are you going to attack me?"

"Gui Ling Sheng, you can try it." Zi Huang looked at the old man coldly.

"Okay, okay, okay, it seems that my clone has not appeared for many years. You juniors really think that I am made of clay." The old man who was called Guilingsheng by the Purple Emperor laughed angrily and held the wood in his hand. As soon as the staff is raised, it is time to take action.

When other people saw this scene, they had no intention of dissuading them, and they had the intention of just watching from the sidelines and fishing in troubled waters.

The Purple Emperor sneered, and pointed his parallel finger at the center of his eyebrows. A shadow with the same appearance as the Purple Emperor burst out of his body, holding a purple sword shadow and appeared in front of the Purple Emperor.

"Hiss! The best fighting spirit!"

After seeing the phantom clearly and feeling the aura emanating from it, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

"What a Purple Emperor, he is truly worthy of being a disciple of the Saint. His avatar is a hidden cultivator in the lower realm, and he is able to condense a top-notch fighting spirit that is unique among all!"

Pujie Demon Lord murmured in great surprise.

Seeing the phantom of a fighting spirit that looked the same as the Purple Emperor, Gui Ling Sheng's expression changed drastically. He involuntarily put down the wooden stick he had lifted, and he also lost all fighting spirit.

He hummed in great depression: "Xie Zihuang, since you have already condensed the best fighting spirit, why do you still need to seize this high-grade fighting spirit?"

"I said that I have been studying the way of swordsmanship recently. This war spirit contains some kind of magical power of swordsmanship that I have never seen before. I am interested in studying it."

Zi Huang said calmly.

"So what about the best fighting spirit? I am here to meet you!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded from another direction, and an inconspicuous-looking middle-aged monk suddenly disappeared from the air in a flash.

A mottled shadow of sword light appeared from where the monk disappeared, and then turned into a stream of light, slashing towards the Purple Emperor.

"Hey, it's actually the leaking shadow sword soul of the leaking shadow sword emperor! It is said that when the leaking shadow sword emperor first became a true immortal, he successfully condensed a nearly top-quality leaking shadow sword soul. There have long been rumors that his leaking shadow The sword fighting spirit has been successfully promoted to a top-grade shadow-leaking fighting spirit. This shadow-leaking sword soul contains the will of a top-grade fighting spirit, which is quite interesting now!”

Someone recognized the origin of the sword light and phantom, and could not help but gloat in a low voice.

The others were naturally not ignorant, and they all saw this.

Even Zi Huang's face became extremely solemn at this time.

"go!"

The Purple Emperor scolded lightly, and his top-quality fighting spirit suddenly turned into a purple sword shadow and rushed towards the leaking shadow sword spirit.

The mottled sword shadow and the purple sword shadow of the Purple Emperor collided in an instant.

The terrifying spiritual pressure of divine power erupted from the nearly top-grade sword spirit and the top-grade fighting spirit immediately emitted from the place where they collided. The people watching the battle on all sides were affected by this divine spiritual pressure, and the fighting souls they had condensed could not withstand the pressure at all. They stepped back involuntarily, and their faces changed color.

The duel between war spirits is different from ordinary magical powers. The winner can often be decided in just one round of confrontation!

Whoever has a high-grade fighting spirit, a high level, and a strong will will win.

After the mottled sword shadow and the purple sword shadow collided, the roar made everyone's ears numb.

Two different fighting spirits were separated as soon as they collided.

The purple sword shadow still glowed with intense purple light, but the Shadow Blade Soul turned into fragmented shadows all over the sky, as if it had been killed by this sword.

Many people were obviously surprised by this, and couldn't help but use their spiritual consciousness to search for the clone of the Shadow Sword Emperor.

The strange thing is that the Shadow Blade Emperor seems to have disappeared without a trace at all.

Everyone was attracted by the terrifying battle in front of them, and almost no one paid attention. Several blade shadow fragments were already scattered towards the place where Wu Yan was standing.

However, some people still noticed this detail.

"Hmph! Shadow Sword Emperor, he is my disciple. As long as I am here, no one can touch him!"

The Immortal Emperor of All Spirits coldly snorted, and at the same time, the sword shadows that were about to rush in front of Wu Yan were suddenly blocked by a ghostly spiritual curtain.

Hiss!

Bursts of harsh sounds came from the shadow of the knife.

In an instant, those knife shadows turned into several extremely gorgeous flying knives, slashing hard at the ghostly spirit curtain.

An astonishing and strange scene also appeared on the ghostly screen.

The ghostly spiritual curtain exploded, and hundreds of strange monster insects the size of a thumb appeared.

Dozens of monster insects surrounded a flying knife, opened their mouths and bit into it fiercely.

A dense and terrifying sound like popping beans came from the mouths of those monster insects. Those few flying knife shadows were bitten and devoured by hundreds of monster insects in almost the blink of an eye.

Screams sounded from another direction.

The clone of the Shadow Sword King staggered and flew out of the void. A shadow of a broken blade flew back into his body at the same time.

The mottled knife shadows that filled the sky also disappeared after his clone appeared.

"Old man Wan Ling, okay! I have recorded this enmity!"