Wild beast war god

Tu Duoqing swallowed hard, lay on the ground, looked up at the phantom image, and continued to pray.

Suddenly, Ling Zhe, who was staring at the phantom screen, laughed softly and said, "Yuhua really forced out a good figure from the Lingyin Realm. His swordsmanship seems to be the sword of the ancient Jianmie Emperor... It's quite interesting."

"Lingou, inform your men to go to the Anode Prison together."

"Tell your men to tell the kid from the Spirit Seal Realm that if he can defeat all the Anode Prisons, the order to kill him will be cancelled."

Sikong Ling and Tu Duoqing were both shaking violently...

Finally, a clear decision was made. If Sikong Jing could defeat all the spirits of the Yumeng Palace and the Apricot Prison, he would be able to save his life.

Thus, the lives of half of the people in the boundless ocean were saved.

"But brother, you need to defeat all the Eldar's Anode Prisons. There are dozens of them and there are also nine-step Anode Prisons."

"Is it really possible?"

"No, with my brother's personality, he has to do it even if he can't."

While Sikong Ling was thinking, Lingou had already sent out the order.

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Feather Alliance Hall...

Lady Naruo received Lingou's order and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She looked at Emperor Yuhua and said, "Lord Lingzhe has ordered that as long as this person from the Burial Emperor Spirit Seal Realm defeats all of my subordinates, the killing will be cancelled."

Following Lord Ruo's words, Emperor Yuhua narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately made a gesture of invitation.

Sikong Jing, on the other hand, opened his eyes wide...

The corner of his mouth pulled out a slight smile. He finally had a clear answer and a clear goal. As long as he defeated the dozens of Anode Prisons in front of him, he would be able to save half of Canghai Wujiang's people.

Before this, no one knew what the big elf figure was thinking or what his demands were.

Sikong Jing had no choice but to perform like crazy, and now the clouds have cleared and the sun has appeared.

But Sikong Ding widened his eyes suddenly. This request was simply too much. There were dozens of the spirit race's Anode Prisons, including the Nine-Step Anode Prison. It would be extremely difficult for Ajing to win.

"No, my son will definitely win." Sikong Ding clenched his fists. This was the only way to go.

The pupils of the onlookers shrank wildly...

Senior Sister Yu murmured, "Too cruel, such a request is simply crazy, is this aimed at cultivating a peerless genius?"

"What's so cruel about that? Wasn't it him who asked for it? Since he dared to bring it up so arrogantly, he should bear the consequences himself."

I don’t know when, a young man appeared next to Senior Sister Yu, with a chilling smile on his face.

In response, Senior Sister Yu raised her head and said, "Senior Brother Tan, you are here too."

The man's surname is Tan, and his name is Tan Feixiang. He is currently the second most talented person among the younger generation of Yumeng Hall and the existence of Jiyu Bagua.

Tan Feixiang smiled and replied, "Such a good show, of course I have to come and watch it."

While they were talking, there were constant noises coming from all around them.

They all felt that the big shot of the Spirit Clan was too cruel, but at the same time, most people sneered and said that it was Sikong Jing's own request.

The head of the Su family said coldly, "He was deliberately arrogant in order to make the big shots of the Spirit Clan cancel the erasure order. Now it just happened to be what he wanted, but he is doomed to lose."

At this time, everyone had seen dozens of spirit race members from the Apricot Prison completely surrounding Sikong Jing.

The head of the Su family suddenly looked at the Yuhua Emperor, frowned and said: "However, such a performance is likely to be recognized by the Yuhua Emperor. Maybe if we lose, the spirit race will still decide to let them fend for themselves..."

When Su Jingyi and others heard this, a cold light flashed in their eyes. Sikong Jing's performance was already terrifying enough.

"It could also be that he is left alone."

The head of the Su family continued, "This is also good. It is a good opportunity to avenge the humiliation that our Su family has inflicted on them... Let's start the war!"

As he spoke, dozens of Eldar's Extreme Hells had already erupted.

The violently exploding power of the spirit shadow locked onto Sikong Jing. The tall man from the spirit race shouted, "Boy from the spirit seal world, you will pay the price for overestimating your own abilities. Our power of the spirit shadow is enough to make you unable to move."

"Then we will invade your spiritual sea of ​​consciousness and break your spiritual sea bit by bit until you die."

"Pull out your spirit shadow again and drain your spirit shadow power bit by bit..."

Was it the terrifying cold sound, or was it because of face issues that forced them to attack? They might not represent the entire spirit race, but they represented Lingou Manor of the Lingou lineage.

They wanted to torture Sikong Jing to death and let the people of Yumeng Hall see that the spirit race should not be provoked.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Sikong Jing had been tightly surrounded by the invisible spiritual shadow power. Sikong Jing was surrounded by the twisted spiritual shadow power, as if it was going to squeeze him to death.

Sikong Jing, of course, also felt the terrifying pressure, but he was mentally prepared.

His spirit seemed to have once again stepped into the evil Burial Emperor Battlefield. In his mind were the insights he had gained from the Burial Emperor Battlefield over the past three years, as well as the terrifying will that had been tempered by the Burial Emperor Battlefield...

"Compared to the battlefield of the Buried Emperor, these dozens of spirit shadow powers are nothing but child's play."

"They just have more people and their realm is just higher than mine."

“And their realm is not much higher than mine. They can suppress the power of my spirit shadow, but they cannot suppress my will. If they cannot suppress my will, they cannot truly touch my spirit shadow.”

"You can't suppress my fighting spirit."

The spiritual shadow power of the apricot hell of the spirit race suppressed the power of Sikong Jing's spiritual shadow, making it unable to move.

Then Sikong Jing could be forced to collapse.

Once his mind collapses, the power of the spirit shadow from the spirit race can completely invade his spiritual platform and sea of ​​consciousness...

It can also make Sikong Jing unable to make any moves, but Sikong Jing has a strong will. After being tempered by the demon possession and the phantom world of the emperor burial battlefield, he is just like before... not afraid of any pressure.

To put it bluntly, Sikong Jing's spirit was locked, but his body could not be locked, nor could his fighting heart.

So he slowly raised the sword in his hand, still saying: "Sword of Destruction, Extreme Prison Sword!"

hum...

The sword intent burst out, and the sword energy swept through Sikong Jing's whole body.

It transformed into dozens of huge sword beams and rushed towards the dozens of elves who were besieging him in the Apricot Prison. The power of the spirit shadows dissipated wherever it passed.

Such a scene made dozens of Eldar Anode Prison stunned and said: "Impossible!"

Even though he was suppressed by their collective spiritual power, he was still able to take action?

Yuhua Emperor narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "What a strong will! How did the ancient Sword Destroyer Emperor cultivate to the Extreme Prison Stage?"

Suddenly, he became curious.

"If you fail, you all must bring your heads to me." Lady Ruo roared wildly upon seeing this. If this siege still failed, she would be too ashamed to face anyone, and would be laughed to death when she returned to the spirit tribe.

Following her order, dozens of spirit race members in the Apricot Prison shouted at the same time: "Kill him..."

hum hum...

Sword beams shot up into the sky, still carrying an ethereal and domineering aura in their agility. The unique true energy of the spirit race seemed to have some kind of attribute attached to it, and exploded towards the dozens of sword beams that Sikong Jing slashed out.

In an instant, bang bang bang sounds were heard, and Sikong Jing's sword light was completely shattered.

Dozens of people were killed with swords.

Facing dozens of sword attacks, Sikong Jing's eyes flashed with cold light. Now he had three choices... to use the Jiuxiao Sword to destroy the sword, to use the Sword to destroy the Emperor Zang Sword, or to use the sixth level of the magic body on the spot and fight as a magic beast or even incarnate.

But Sikong Jing suddenly rejected the three options...

Instead, a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head, and he slowly spoke: "Use the sword to destroy the Extreme Prison Sword, and refine my Extreme Prison!"

Boom...

The Sword of Destruction of the Extreme Prison Sword exploded again, but this time it was not directed at the people around him, but at himself. Sikong Jing used his own body to absorb his own Extreme Prison Sword Dao.