Eight Desolate Sword God

“Idol!”

Into the ruins, the first to be printed into Ye Chenfeng’s eyes is an incomparably tall, sacred temple, and in front of the temple stands a statue of heaven and coldness.

When Ye Chenfeng approached this statue of several tens of feet tall, the idol suddenly opened his closed eyes and shot like a real light, looking at Ye Chenfeng.

“For more than 30,000 years, I finally came to a new inheritor. I hope you can pass the test!” The idol suddenly opened his mouth and made a thick voice: “If you can’t pass the test, then you may Stay here forever.”

“If you pass the test, you will be trapped here!”

Ye Chenfeng finally knows why the old man said that no one has ever left the dead cave alive.

“Yes, the secret here can’t be revealed, so either leave it by test or leave it forever!” The voice of the **** sighed: “Okay, you can prepare now, get ready, you can do it.” The test is over.”

“No preparation, start now!”

Although Ye Chenfeng is not clear, Lingzhu has left a test here, but he is confident in his own strength. He believes that he will pass the test smoothly.

“Three palms, if you can pick me up and attack, you can enter the temple behind me. If you can’t catch it, you will be dead!” The image of the **** is like a horrible breath, without a trace Said emotionally.

“Okay, come on!”

Ye Chenfeng nodded and said without fear.

“Be careful!”

The statue snorted and lifted the palm of the house as big as the house. It printed a palm against Ye Chenfeng, with an unparalleled sense of oppression, twisting the space and suppressing Ye Chenfeng.

The fingerprints of the gods are pressed and oppressed. Ye Chenfeng does not evade, and raises his right hand to welcome him.

“Boom!”

The size of the house-like handprint, when it fell on the right hand raised by Ye Chenfeng, trembled fiercely, like a broken glass.

After a palm, the gods printed the second palm again, with more horrible power, the ink fell to Ye Chenfeng.

The palm of the gods is horrible enough to threaten the average god-level master, but for Ye Chenfeng, there is no threat. Ye Chenfeng holds his fist and rushes to the printed palm. Mang fired a punch, and more than 500 billion kilograms of force directly shattered the second palm.

“Last palm!”

The gods overlap their palms in front of them, and the prints fall to Ye Chenfeng.

A palm prints down, and the heavy space is distorted, and the harsh sound of the sound is endless.

“You also pick me up!”

Ye Chenfeng screamed and leaped high, and punched a punch at the overlapping palms of the print. The terrible fists were like meteors, and the ruins of the gods were broken. The bombardment of the body of the gods, the instantaneous burst of more than one trillion pounds of force directly shocked the statue a few steps.

“Not bad, for many years, you are the first person to shake me back, maybe you can really get out of here through the ultimate test!”

Looking at Ye Chenfeng, which was greatly unexpected to him, the eyes of the gods shot out of the light, revealing a look of hope.

“Predecessors, can I enter the temple!” Ye Chenfeng smiled and said.

“Of course!” The idol nodded: “Helping you good luck.”

When finished, the idol no longer speaks, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Adjusted the inside interest, Ye Chenfeng walked through the ancient steps and walked into the temple step by step.

When he pushed open the door to the ancient shrine, a thick atmosphere poured out in the temple, forming a powerful airflow that blows his body.

“This is the road to Wanjian!”

Into the temple, Ye Chenfeng found a straight continent in front of him, and this continent was paved with tens of thousands of swords, leading to the deepest part of the temple.

“Hey!”

On the road of Wanjian, Ye Chenfeng immediately felt the ground under his feet tremble, and the unparalleled sword light flew at the speed of the naked eye, attacking the body of Ye Chenfeng.

The swordsmanship of the Wanjian Road is powerful, but it cannot pose a threat to Ye Chenfeng. He constantly swings his arms and forms a wave of power and horror in front of him. Mang mince.

But with the deepening of the distance, there are more and more swordsmanship in the road of Wanjian, which constantly delays the speed of his progress.

“Invincible sword body!”

Looking at the front of the eyes, the dazzling swordsmanship, Ye Chenfeng inspired a powerful invincible sword body, invincible swordsman, standing on the road of Wanjian.

Under the influence of the invincible sword body, the road of Wanjian trembled and formed the sword of the road of Wanjian. It was more like seeing the king of the sword. He dared not attack again. One root stood vertically in the air, as if Then go to Ye Chen and go to the ceremony of the monarch.

A glance at the sword of the vertical, Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly, stepping on the void, step by step to the depths of the temple.

And in the space he walked through, all the Excaliburs were straight and mid-air.

Soon, Ye Chenfeng came to the end of the daunting Wanjian Road and saw two old people with red fruits on their upper body, gray hair, thin body and sitting cross-legged.

“Kill us, you can move on!”

The two white-haired old men opened their eyes and looked at Ye Chenfeng, who was full of swords and swords, and said with a loud voice.

“You are the inheritors who are trapped here?” Ye Chenfeng vaguely guessed the identity of both of them.

“Yes, we are the inheritors who came here earlier than you!” Two white-haired old men nodded and said: “We have had enough loneliness, only death can make us free.”

“If you want to die, why not do it yourself or kill each other?” Ye Chenfeng asked inexplicably.

“It’s useless. After we fail the test, we are bound by the rules here. We can’t commit suicide and kill each other. We can only be killed by the new inheritors!” Two white old men shook their heads and revealed A trace of anger.

“I didn’t expect this spiritual inheritance to have such rules!” Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, and under the constraints of this rule, it is bound to increase the difficulty of the test.

“Okay, don’t talk nonsense, kill us quickly!”

Speaking, two white-haired old men, who were constrained by the power of the dead caves, armed with two rusted soldiers, launched a fierce attack on Ye Chenfeng.

“Okay, let me send you back to the reincarnation!”

Ye Chenfeng stepped out step by step, the ancestral sword spirit flew out of his soul sea, turned into a black mans in midair, smashed the attack of both of them, and a sword opened a black and white old man Send him to fall.

“Ancestral Sword Soul!” Looking at the ancestral sword spirit summoned by Ye Chenfeng, the remaining old eyes lit up: “It seems that you really have a chance to pass the test.”

Speaking, he burned the power of the powerful blood, pushed his combat power to the extreme, blended with the soldiers in his hand, holding the mortal thoughts and heading for Ye Chenfeng.

“The ultimate inheritance of Lingzhu, I am determined to win!”

Ye Chenfeng’s arrogant response, controlling the ancestral swordsman’s emptiness, will smash the white-haired old man with the gods.

Strongly killing two people, Ye Chenfeng’s flash of light flashed, flew out of the road of Wanjian and came to the depths of the temple.