Douluo's Heartless Sword

Chapter 334 The Sealed Artifact Spirit
The resplendent and resplendent palace stretches endlessly, and the golden light shines on the surroundings, making Wuhun City look like it was carved out of gold.

In the dark palace, evil spirits overflowed, and countless iron cocoons hung on the stone pillars. Through the gaps, one could vaguely see the creepy scene inside.

They were black things, like human beings, but they were too ferocious, with sparse white hair spreading over their bodies, and their limbs were a bit weird, like spider legs, long and slender, with long With sparse hair like steel needles.

In the depths of the palace, a figure was hidden in the darkness. On a face covered by ferocious magic patterns, a wicked smile gradually became unrestrained. At this moment, her tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the green light came from her pupils. In a flash, the evil energy in the palace surged violently.

"Everyone is an idiot, and in the end I still have to rely on myself..."

Sen Han's voice echoed in the hall, the voice was mixed with extremely evil soul power, and the iron cocoon in the shaking palace began to shake, making creepy sounds.

Among the many iron cocoons, there is one iron cocoon that is the most special. It hangs in the center of the palace, right in front of the figure in the darkness. Compared with the other iron cocoons, the one that wraps it is no longer pure. Iron chains as black as ink, but black slime like swamp mud.

Moisturized by the evil spirit, the cocoon was slowly wriggling, and the things conceived in it seemed to be about to hatch, and there were bursts of hoarse growls from it.

"Ghost Elder..."

The figure in the darkness spoke again, and just as the voice fell, a ghostly figure came to the center of the palace, with a respectful expression, and slowly knelt down to the figure in the darkness.

"My God..."

Looking at Ghost Douluo below, he slowly stretched out a hand in the darkness, flicked his index finger, and a dark purple streamer immediately shot towards Ghost Douluo.

"Ding~"

It was a hideous sickle blade, with a dark purple handle and a dark green sickle blade. A strong evil spirit gushed out from the sickle blade. The startled Ghost Douluo stepped back again and again, fearing that he would be contaminated by this strong corrosive force. Evil.

"Take it and go to help Elder Ju complete the task as soon as possible, and tell him by the way that I have no patience."

"If there is no more news, he doesn't have to come back, just stay in the sea and feed the fish!"

After Senhan's voice fell, Ghost Douluo hesitated for a while, then stretched out his hand to hold the sickle blade that was inserted obliquely in front of him, and his body turned into a ghostly shadow and disappeared.

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west outlying islands

The sky was covered by dark clouds, the sky was covered by lightning, the wind was howling, and the waves surrounding the island were beating against the shore crazily.

And all this changed after Ye Ling and Venerable Hidden Sword entered this forbidden space.

The pitch-black world seemed to not exist in this space, and the air was densely filled with turbidity, exuding an uncomfortable evil aura, and the source of these evil auras was the altar in the distance.

The altar is like a pyramid, stacked on top of each other. On the top is an ancient bronze tripod. On one side of the tripod stands a dead bone sitting cross-legged. Broken cloth strips are wrapped around the dead bone. Judging by the degree of weathering, it has been dead for many years.

The evil spirit spread on this withered bone, looking from a distance, it was extremely creepy.

Ye Ling's face was extremely solemn, and just as he was about to move on, he found that the Tibetan Sword Venerable was standing there in a daze, staring at the dead bone, and his eyes were slightly moist.

He doesn't need to guess the owner of the dead bone anymore, and he can't think of the second person who can reach there, that is the Killing Sword Lord, one of the three sword masters of Xili Island, and his best friend friend.

Ye Ling on the side didn't care too much about the dead bone. His expression was a little weird. Just now, the specific assessment task for him to come to the West Outlying Island came out.

And the content of the task is to erase this spirit.

"Is that a tool spirit?"

Ye Ling asked softly, but his eyes stayed on the top of the altar, the phantom of the sickle blade floating above the ancient tripod.

He was very familiar with that weapon spirit. After the battle in the boundless plain, the sickle blade that attacked him was exactly the same as it, but it was more solid than it. The weapon spirit in front of him was just a phantom .

"That's the spirit, the source of the evil spirit in this space."

Venerable Hidden Sword nodded, waking up from the grief of seeing the dead bones of the Killing Sword Lord, and looked at the weapon spirit with extremely solemn eyes.

"Qi Ling riots every hundred years, and it has been decades since the last riot!"

Hearing this, Ye Ling glanced at the Hidden Sword Lord. Presumably, the heart-killing sword king fell here because he wanted to stop the riot. In this way, the dead bone sitting cross-legged next to the bronze tripod should be It is his remains!
"Qi Ling feeds on evil energy, and the evil energy spit out by it has the effect of making people fall into illusions. Be careful." The pace of the Tibetan Sword Venerable slowed down a lot. It was because of this that the Killing Sword Lord did not choose to directly Rushing out, because people bound by the illusion will be trapped in the air by this spirit, so he chose to stay here alone, waiting for death to come.

Looking at the strange tool spirit, Ye Ling didn't act rashly either, unlike the carefulness of the Hidden Sword Venerable, his face was full of thoughts.

The two of them were still several hundred meters away from the altar, and the evil spirit here was so strong that it seemed to be solidified. It ran across the face, and the cheek was like being cut by a knife, which was extremely painful.

Sword energy gushed out from the body uncontrollably, forming a shield in front of the two of them, resisting the invasion of evil energy.

But these evil auras are like maggots attached to the bones, frantically wanting to pass through the shield of sword aura, and drill towards the two people inside, as if there is some precious food in it, the surrounding air is filled with Share greed.

As the two gradually approached, the artifact spirit suspended above the bronze tripod began to move, and the evil energy poured out from the bronze tripod below it even more crazily, and dispersed towards every corner of this space.

"It's really troublesome. The closer you are to it, the stronger these evil spirits will become. I don't know what will happen next to that bronze tripod?"

"Will it be impossible to bear this terrifying evil spirit, and be wiped out directly?"

Thinking this way in Ye Ling's heart, the heartless sword gushed out of his hand, and he held it in his hand, shining with a faint purple light, as if he had finally met an opponent that he could look up to, and was about to fly out with excitement.

Xie Qi and the two were in a stalemate like this. The two walked forward slowly under pressure. Every step was a kind of torment. Xie Qi was like gravity. Even those who couldn't resist the pressure of this evil spirit became more and more difficult to walk.

At this moment, the spirit of the weapon in the bronze tripod suddenly trembled slightly, and the overwhelming evil energy stopped, and stopped in front of the two of them.

At the same time, another ray of light flashed from the feet of the two, turning into a triangular formation, and imprisoning the two in place.

(End of this chapter)