C338 (2/2)

Husky's body leaped, bit the compass, and immediately his mind moved, and slowly put it into his own bell. It flatters and smiles at Hongling, and its tail wags.”Don't sell me cute and work quickly, or you will be cooked!” Hong Ling looked at the goods in a hurry and said with a smile.

”Well, here we are! Wang The steamed buns gave a whoop, and their figure flashed. In an instant, they came to the top of Hongling's head.

The fire on the big array made it uncomfortable, but the steamed stuffed bun was not burned. Its idea move, aroused the power of the bell on the neck, released it to the extreme. On its claws, a very powerful force was formed instantly. It was a layer of golden halo. At the moment of its appearance, Hongling's flame sword array was on the verge of collapse.

The steamed stuffed bun flicked his paw gently and hissed, and the tangled thread broke. It's body shape does not stop, and constantly swam on the altar, where it passes, all the entangled threads are broken at this moment, and can't block a claw at all.

”What power is that? It's so terrible!” Hongling stares at Bao's claws, her eyes full of dignified color. He couldn't understand why baozi could not break the ice that had sealed it since it was so powerful.

”Well, boss, I've broken the power network of this altar for you. It can't be completely recovered in a short time, so you can only rely on yourself for the rest Baozi yawned and his eyes were full of fatigue. Obviously, it is also a heavy burden to use such force. But just so, its power is so terrible. That's the power of the divine realm!

No time to think how baozi could have such a strong power, Hongling constantly invaded the crystal altar with samadhi fire. He thought about the power of the altar. As for other things, there will be time to sort them out.

Boom! Ten mighty forces sprang forth from the whole altar. At this time, like ten dark dragons, they poured into ten sad swords. At this moment, the power of the God of sorrow broke through the shackles directly and stepped into the level of half step imperial vessels. Although this is only a small step forward, but such a force, but people can not underestimate.

The power of Tiandao magic weapon is no less than that of ordinary Tianming Diqi, even if it is only promoted to the level of banbu Diqi. However, this is not the end of the pathetic path of promotion, but just the beginning. The reason why banbu Diqi is so powerful is that it has the possibility of condensing into a field.

At this time, Hong Ling directly infused all the laws of his own into the God of sorrow. He did not want to, with these forces, with the spirit of the God of mercy, slowly condensed into a strong field. With previous experience in the field of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror recasting, he was already familiar with it. Of course, now he doesn't have to cut off the dark golden pupil in the divine court again.

The power of the vast field is flowing out of the golden pupil and constantly infused into the sad sword. At this time, the power of Hongling's law is also assimilated by the powerful sword meaning. Soon, a small dark gold sword appeared in the sword. Its interior, at this time, contains a very powerful sword. Its intensity is no less than that of the Yan Huang imperial mirror.

”Is this the domain of the sad sword? It's strong enough! ” Hong Ling grinned and her eyes were full of essence.

The sword field was thoroughly refined with blood essence, which made it grow to the same size as the God of sorrow at this moment. Hong Ling slowly integrated it into the sword spirit of the God of sorrow. Soon, with the integration of the sword domain, a bright sword shaped mark appeared in the eyebrow of the God of sorrow sword.

At this time, the sword also broke out an indescribable momentum. At this moment, it was finally completely stabilized at the level of the half step imperial realm and began to move towards the imperial realm. Boom, a powerful force, bestowed on the pathetic sword array, increases its power and life by more than ten times.

Hong Ling knew that this was the power of the sad sword's field, which was re injected into the sword array. With the blessing of this power, the power of the whole crystal altar is now irreversibly drawn towards the sword of God of sorrow. Hongling had no time to think about it, and constantly manipulated the sword spirit of the God of sorrow, refining this power.

However, such power is too strong to be fully refined by the God of mercy itself. Hongling gnawed his teeth and pulled the force into his body and rushed towards the mirror of emperor Yanhuang. Whether it is the God of sorrow or the mirror of Emperor Yan Huang, they are all his own magic weapons. Therefore, he will not neglect one and lose the other. Since the God of sorrow can not completely refine it, then part of it will be given to Yan Huang emperor mirror.

Poof, the boy spat out a mouthful of blood essence. It was too strong of him to force in his body. Even if he was in the state of Longhua at this time, it was difficult to resist its erosion and damage to the body of Longhua. Without much time to think about it, Hong Ling immediately forced all her skills into operation.

The nine turn Xuangong is forced to urge, and the Ba Shen Jue and the Dou Zhan Shen Jue also assist its operation in his body. The three peerless martial arts refined all the power, which made Hongling's cultivation move closer to the realm of practicing emptiness and combining Taoism at this moment.