Chapter 2543： Apocalypse Holy King Spear (1/2)
”My father still has some experience with this Apocalypse Saint King Spear, do you really need my guidance?” The first-generation Holy Spirit King raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile.
”I can't ask for it!”
Feng Yixiu didn't say a word, and immediately began to try to condense his awakened spirit soldiers, but the speed was slightly slow.
This is his first attempt to summon the Apocalypse Saint King Spear. Naturally, he will not be too skilled, and the speed of summoning will gradually increase in the future.
”Good weight…”
This is Feng Yixiu's first feeling of holding the Apocalypse Holy Spirit Spear. It is not comparable to the Qinglong Holy Spear at this point alone.
The length of the Apocalypse Holy King Spear is slightly longer than that of the Qinglong Holy Spear, and it is about half a head taller than Feng Yixiu.
It's just that it was just a long-distance observation, and Feng Yixiu's whole mind was immersed in the fierce battle, so he just looked at it for a rough look, and didn't have a chance to observe it carefully.
At this moment, he summoned it on his own, and Feng Yixiu realized that this Apocalypse Saint King Spear was simply a work of art. The entire spear shaft was slender and stable. A lifelike white dragon surrounded the spear shaft, and the dragon mane fluttered like a flame.
The tip of the spear is not as simple as the Qinglong Holy Spear, but between the halberd and the spear. There is a delicate hollow design in the center. The dragon ball exuding terrifying coercion floats out of thin air, and the spear blade exudes a cold light.
”Buzzing...”
Feng Yixiu just input a trace of spiritual power into the holy spear in his hand, and the dragon ball burst into the sound of dragon roars, and the spiritual pressure like a violent storm erupted towards the surrounding.
The astonishing spiritual pressure made the ground under Feng Yixiu's feet faintly crack, and the entire spiritual soldier space was shaking violently.
”How is this going…”
Feng Yixiu was taken aback by this sudden change, and subconsciously put more spiritual power into the holy spear in his hand, and the terrifying spiritual pressure spread further.
The ground beneath his feet was completely cracked, and the clouds above his head began to gather crazily. The sky that had just been clear for thousands of miles instantly became covered with dark clouds, and the incomparably violent thunder was frantically exploding, like an apocalyptic scene.
”Hold your breath, restrain your spiritual pressure!” The first-generation Holy Spirit King scolded with a dignified expression, worried that the damage would further expand.
Hearing this, Feng Yixiu recovered from the state of panic, and no longer unconsciously sent spiritual power to the holy soldier in his hand.
As expected, the terrifying invisible dragon's might dissipated in an instant, the dark clouds above the sky also gradually dissipated, and the space of the spirit soldiers returned to the peaceful scene of the past.
”Huh... I'm scared to death.” Feng Yixiu was also shocked by cold sweat, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and whispered: ”I clearly didn't input too much spiritual power, why is there such damage? The power of heaven and earth?”
”The ability of the Apocalypse Saint King Spear is Tianyan, which is one of the powers differentiated by the divine power of the void. There is an old saying that the Tao produces one, one life two, two produces three, and three produces all things, of which one life two refers to the differentiation of the void. It is the two ways of Yin and Yang, and the power of Tianyan is the specific embodiment of the way of Yang...” The first generation of the Holy Spirit King put his hands behind his back and explained patiently.