Ancient Martial God

It's not that Xiao Yun has never come into contact with ancient artifacts, and he has come into contact with more than one.

From the time he started practicing to the present, the total number of ancient weapons Xiao Yun had seen could not be compared to the black sword in his hand. The terrifying power contained in this black sword was far beyond imagination.

Not only the power, but also the material of the black knife, Xiao Yun had never seen it before.

Feeling the terrifying power of the black knife flowing into his body, Xiao Yun's aura rose crazily. At the same time, the cracks on the ancient soul weapon-the soul-guiding bead were getting bigger and bigger, and it could no longer hold on.

Xiao Yun reacted quickly.

He had to take action as soon as possible, he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise he would be knocked back to his original shape when the soul-guiding bead was broken.

kill!

Xiao Yun slashed out with his sword.

Thousands of blessings.

The sword path poured into this knife. Xiao Yun had not used a knife for a long time, but the moment this knife was struck, he felt a sense of déjà vu.

The black knife penetrated the left arm of the corpse of the Supreme God, passed through its right hand, and then its arm before finally stopping.

The purple blood of the Supreme God's Corpse splashed all over Xiao Yun, dyeing his entire body purple, but soon the blood penetrated Xiao Yun's skin and entered his body.

Xiao Yun didn't pay too much attention, but continued to chop at the left arm of the corpse of the Supreme God, cutting its arm into pieces, and then the right arm, all chopped into pieces.

After doing all this, Xiao Yun swept over with a black knife and chopped into pieces the head, body, and feet of the half-recovered corpse of the Supreme God.

Xiao Yun didn't stop until the corpse of the Supreme God turned into pieces.

Huhu...

Xiao Yun gasped for air. His strength was almost exhausted, and he almost collapsed on the ground.

Bang!

The ancient soul weapon-the soul-attracting bead was broken.

The soul returns to the body again.

Xiao Yun couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on the ground.

At this time, the black knife turned into liquid, flowed from the ground, and then was put back into the body of the prison slave king Tianyin.

Seeing the return of the black sword, Xiao Yun couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This black sword was extremely powerful. If it was combined with the embodiment of his soul, it could even exert greater power.

It's just a pity that this black knife is not his.

"It, the first weapon...if you want...to give it to you..." Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, suddenly waved his hand, and the original black knife flew out, and then penetrated Xiao Yun's body.

What surprised Xiao Yun was that after the black knife penetrated his body, not only did he feel no pain, but he could actually see it integrating into his body little by little.

"senior……"

Xiao Yun looked at the King of Prison Slaves in surprise, obviously not expecting Tianyin to be willing to give such a powerful black sword to him.

"Using it also... comes at a price..." As soon as Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, finished speaking, Xiao Yun's expression changed instantly.

The black knife was frantically devouring and absorbing his power. The originally small amount of power bottomed out in an instant, and the power he had recovered was still being devoured and absorbed by the black knife.

Anyway, as Xiao Yun recovers a little, Black Knife will absorb a little.

"Senior...it...it's absorbing my power..." Xiao Yun said in a trembling voice.

"It's... a normal phenomenon... it will stop sucking when it has enough strength to recover." Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, began to speak more eloquently.

"Waiting for it to absorb enough power? How long will it take?" Xiao Yun looked at Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves.

"Based on your cultivation level...at least...one year." Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, replied. Although her face was expressionless, Xiao Yun always felt that there was a cunning look in her eyes.

"One year..."

Xiao Yun's expression suddenly changed.

If it's really like what the Prison Slave King Tianyin said, then wouldn't he have to maintain this state for another year?

Xiao Yun is now at the bottom of his strength, which means that he cannot use any power because all the recovered strength has been sucked away.

If someone comes at this time, as long as he is the most powerful person in the first place, he can easily kill Xiao Yun.

After all, Xiao Yun didn't have the strength to fight back.

This state lasts for one year.

Let alone a year, Xiao Yun might not be able to last even a moment in this black prison.

"You can also help it recover quickly." Seeing Xiao Yun's grimace, the Prison Slave King Tianyin couldn't help but said to Xiao Yun.

"How to help it recover quickly?" Xiao Yun asked quickly.

"Just use the spiritual source." Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, said.

"Lingyuan...I have..."

Xiao Yun quickly took out those low-grade spiritual sources. Anyway, the effect of absorbing low-grade spiritual sources is no longer very strong.

The moment a low-grade spiritual source was put into the body, it had been sucked dry in just two breaths.

Xiao Yun couldn't help but widen his eyes.

So fast?

You must know that even if Xiao Yun absorbs the low-grade spiritual source, it will take a long time to absorb it completely. This black knife actually sucked it all up in two breaths.

Xiao Yun continued to lower Pinlingyuan.

The second portion was taken into the body and was still sucked dry.

But Xiao Yun's strength still showed no signs of recovery.

"Senior, I've fed it low-grade spiritual energy, why hasn't it recovered yet?" Xiao Yun asked Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves.

"At least a thousand copies of low-grade spiritual sources can satisfy it." Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, said.

"A thousand copies..." Xiao Yun's expression changed.

"Don't you have a high-grade spiritual source in your body? Just give it a share." Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, continued to say to Xiao Yun.

"Using it once will cost you a high-grade spiritual source..." Xiao Yun's face became even uglier. The price was too high.

If I had known that the price of using a black knife would be so high, I shouldn't have used it.

Xiao Yun even wondered whether Tianyin, the king of prison slaves, could no longer afford to keep it, so he threw the black sword to him.

Xiao Yun was very reluctant to give one of the two high-grade spiritual sources that he had just obtained to Black Knife. However, in order to restore his own strength and not be killed in an instant, Xiao Yun could only bear the pain and give up. .

Xiao Yun took out a high-grade spiritual source and put it into his body through gritted teeth.

Ten breaths!

In just ten breaths, the black knife drained the high-grade spiritual source.

At this time, it seemed to be full and no longer swallowed up Xiao Yun's power.

Seeing that his strength was slowly recovering, Xiao Yun couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. At least now he didn't have to worry about not being able to resist.

Without power, even if there is an ancient soul weapon, it is useless. You must rely on your own strength to activate the ancient soul weapon in order to use the Haotian Soul Method.

"The corpse of the Supreme God has been restored, and the outside world should start to become more chaotic. Let me ask you, how are the ancient resuscitators in the outside world recovering now? Have my brother and Luo Jian recovered?" The Prison Slave Wang Tianyin looked at Xiao Yun and asked.

"Senior, the current situation in the outside world is like this..." Xiao Yun told the outside world about the foreign races and the various races, as well as the general situation of the ancient gods' war.

After listening to what Xiao Yun said, the expression of Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, became solemn.

"The situation in the outside world has turned out like this... It should be something they are doing secretly..." Tianyin, the king of prison slaves, said in a deep voice.

"Them?" Xiao Yun looked at Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, in confusion.

"Those Supreme Gods." Tianyin, the King of Prison Slaves, said.

"What happened to the Supreme God?" Xiao Yun became even more confused.