Chapter 610

Time passed slowly.

In the same place, Huo Changliu looked at the front carefully, and his eyes stared at it. He looked inexplicably nervous.

Of course, this tension is actually very normal.

The futu sword in front of them has been their expectation for hundreds of years.

In order to make the futu sword in front of them take shape, they have arranged for hundreds of years and designed all the way. I don't know how much they have paid to achieve the current results.

If even this can not succeed, it is undoubtedly a desperate thing.

Thinking of this, all the people present stared at the door, and their faces were particularly nervous.

Invisible, a tense atmosphere emerged.

But fortunately, the scene that emerged ahead did not disappoint them.

With the passage of time, including song qingruo, the origin of nine unique constitutions was slowly extracted and merged into the illusory long sword ahead.

As this movement continued, the body of the floating butcher sword gradually became solid, as if it was about to recover and really condensed its own body.

Boom!

Everywhere, bursts of thunder resounded, and faintly, there seemed to be bursts of dark clouds enveloping the place, as if God was shocked and angry.

Thunder kept falling down and onto the illusory body of the floating Tu sword, but it didn't cause any waves. Instead, it was like being absorbed by it. All the power of thunder disappeared and integrated into the body of the floating Tu sword.

Soldier robbery?

No, this is not a military robbery, but a miracle formed by the appearance of the breath of floating Tu sword and its connection with the vitality of the outside world.

However, even so, the thunder is also extremely terrible, not inferior to many magic soldiers. Moreover, if Huo Changliu could plan here for hundreds of years, the forces behind Huo Changliu are not weaker than Qionghua sword sect, and even better.

It will be even more so when the futu sword comes to hand.

In that case, what's to be afraid of?

Huo Changliu's mind flashed all kinds of thoughts, and he was full of confidence at the moment.

However, compared with his self-confidence, Chen Heng in the distance obviously has a different view.

"Fate is not bad, but it's a pity that it's worse than the previous man."

In the distance, on the towering peaks, Chen Heng stood here alone, looking at the scene in the distance, and couldn't help shaking his head.

From the beginning to the present, he has been observing in the dark.

At first, he thought that people from Qionghua sword sect would still enter the sword tomb this time.

But judging from the current situation, it is obviously not the case.

Even from the fact that song qingruo was captured and thrown down as a sacrifice, it is obvious that great changes have taken place in Qionghua sword sect. At this moment, it may have been impossible to control the sword tomb.

It's really a big stroke to use a congenital sword body and other unique physical sources as sacrifices to sacrifice the futu sword.

Even in Chen Heng's view, these skills are also amazing.

Song qingruo's innate sword body is very unique, which is a unique constitution bred by the world. The origin makes Chen Heng feel special, which is a very cherished constitution.

As for the origin of the other eight constitutions, although most of them are not as good as song qingruo's congenital sword body, they are also very good.

Even if it were Chen Heng, it would be a surprise to get one of them, let alone so much.

The group of people in front gathered so many sources, which is really a great deal.

And that futu sword is definitely worth it.

From that floating sword, Chen Heng can feel the power of terror.

"That source..."

Standing in place, Chen Heng murmured to himself, and various thoughts flashed in his heart.

The origin of the futu sword is very powerful, like the innate law bred by this world, which is particularly unique.

Chen Heng is also familiar with it, which is similar to the initial space in the initial world.

That is the breath of the origin of the world.

"Is that futu sword one of the origins of the world?"

Many thoughts flashed through Chen Heng's heart. At the moment, he subconsciously wants to do something.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely precious thing. If it can be obtained, it will be of great benefit to Chen Heng at the moment.

Not to mention the nine unique origins including song qingruo.

If these things can be obtained, it will be of great help to Chen Heng. It can not only make him further, but even his noumenon will benefit a lot.

So Do it?

Chen Heng raised his head, looked at Huo Changliu and others in front, and the idea flashed in his heart.

It's nothing to do now.

Although the strength of Huo Changliu and others is fairly good, it is nothing in Chen Heng's opinion. If you really do it, it is just a sword.

But the Fu Tu sword was a little troublesome. The smell on it made Chen Heng frown and feel surprised.

However, no matter what you say, there is still some strength to fight.

Great words, struggling to activate the power of the true spirit and consume the power, Chen Heng still has the confidence to suppress everything.

However, just when he wanted to do it, an accident happened.

"It's him..."

Chen Heng looked at a figure beside Huo Changliu, and his face could not help showing some unexpected colors.

Under his gaze, beside Huo Changliu, a young man was standing there.

It was a figure covered by robes. The dress seemed to be no different from the others around, but in fact, the person among them was a familiar guy.

Xiao Han.

He impressively entered the sword tomb, and Xiao Han disguised well compared with song qingruo who was directly put into the altar.

At the moment, he was standing not far from the figure of Huo Changliu, but no one felt abnormal, just like it was.

This kind of disguise is really surprising.

Chen Heng's face was strange. He gave up his original intention, temporarily restrained his action and continued to watch.

"Let him take the lead first......"

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he thought so.

According to his understanding of the destiny, Xiao Han will lurk here and clearly come to do things.

In that case, there's nothing wrong with letting it take the lead.

Let's look at his operation.

The idea flashed through Chen Heng's heart. At the moment, he couldn't help being interested.

So he continued to look ahead and paid silent attention.

Time passed bit by bit.

"Haven't you fainted yet?"

Standing in the same place, Huo Changliu looked at the front, his face as white as paper, but he still insisted on song qingruo who did not fall, and his face showed some surprise.

Even for him, song qingruo's will is also amazing.

"Little Lord, do you want to continue?"

Aside, a hoarse voice sounded.

Beside Huo Changliu, a man in white came forward, wearing a mask on his face, and suddenly said.

While talking, he stepped forward, half knelt on the ground and silently approached Huo Changliu.

Huo Changliu glanced at this man and didn't care much. He just said, "it's not the time."

"Wait until the sacrifice is finished, and then save her."

"At least if we fight together, let her live......"

Huo Changliu shook his head and said so.

"Little Lord, be kind..."

Around, voices came in unison, complimenting each other.

The white robed man in front of Huo Changliu was the same, and his hoarse voice kept ringing.

Then he got up slowly and looked like he wanted to go back.

But his movements are slow.

In front of him, Huo Chang turned around and didn't care too much.

Just the next moment, an inexplicable feeling emerged from his heart.

As if some fatal crisis was about to happen, a chill grew and poured into my mind.

Feeling this feeling, Huo Changliu's body paused, then looked at the white robed man on one side, and said uneasily, "you..."

The voice fell and the bright brilliance was displayed.

A long knife suddenly fell and fell towards the front.

Just for a moment, the white robed man in front of him made a fierce hand, pulled out a black long knife, and chopped it hard at Huo Changliu.

This attack contained the power of terror. Just when it was shot, the terrible sound broke through the air, causing bursts of dull noise in the air, especially crisp and terrible.

Only with this blow, the terrible power of transforming the spirit peak was fully displayed, especially terrible.

"You!"

Huo Changliu suddenly changed color, his body began to turbulence, and subconsciously wanted to make some moves.

Just at this time, it's too late.

With mental calculation but without intention, the distance is so close that even some magical powers can't be used.

Wow

Drops of blood fell on the ground with a smell of blood.

The scene was quiet for a moment, and the air was particularly quiet.

Only the sound of the long knife falling is so clear.

"Who the hell are you?"

In the distance, Huo Changliu's voice came again.