809: C809 You Don't Give Me Any Face

C809 You Don't Give Me Any Face

Inside the secret chamber, the bronze Pill Furnace was emitting a scorching light. Even the surrounding ice walls, which were sealed with seals, were slowly melting away.2

Ye Feng sat on the side with his legs crossed. Both of his hands continuously struck out seals into the Pill Furnace. It was obvious that he attached great importance to this Azure Bamboo Peak Cloud Sword. Just the time needed to fuse with the Heavenly River Silver Sand took him three days and three nights.

After that, with his current attainments in space, he had once again inscribed a more profound spatial inscription on the bamboo sword. It must have some special abilities.

After forging for a day and a night with the Heavenly Flame, the three thousand green bamboo swords had already turned fiery red at this moment. The surface of the swords flickered with a mystic glow.

With a light whistle, the flames within the Pill Furnace immediately spiraled and condensed, turning into a palm-sized Firebird that drilled into his sleeve and disappeared.

On the bronze cauldron, the three thousand fiery red Battle Sword slowly faded away, and the green light on the surface of the cauldron gradually revealed itself. Other than the strange inscription patterns, there wasn't much change.

However, the hardness of this sword would probably be difficult for ordinary Holy Rankings weapons to break through.

After sweeping his gaze for a moment, Ye Feng pointed at the Cloud Sword with one hand. In a split second, the three thousand cloud swords exploded with green light and combined into a huge green sword.

The huge sword trembled and then disappeared without a sound, as if it had disappeared into thin air.

Ye Feng, on the other hand, was neither fast nor slow. He lightly pointed at a certain spot in the void, and the Battle Sword whistled out, easily breaking through the ice wall of the cave.

"This time, the Spatial Inscription is indeed much more strange!"

Before he could test the power of this sword, a loud and clear dragon's roar sounded from outside the secret chamber. If it wasn't an urgent matter, Little Tian would absolutely not easily disturb his cultivation.

On top of the ice mountain, Little Tian occupied half of the sky. She opened her mouth and spat out rolling red clouds towards the opposite side.

In the opposite void, a huge Devil Beast that was a thousand feet in size also spat out a white mist from its mouth. It didn't show any signs of weakness.

An Ice Qilin and a mutated True Dragon were both true spirits that had gone extinct in this realm.

The white mist surged. As soon as it touched the scarlet multicolored light, it condensed the multicolored light into Profound Ice that fell down. Like a sharp sword, it stabbed in Little Tian's direction.

If the golden dragon in front of him was an existence of the same level, Bing Lin absolutely wouldn't dare to provoke it directly. Unfortunately, Little Tian was only an eighth level junior, and his strength hadn't fully awakened yet.

That was why Little Tian had always been at a disadvantage when the battle had just begun. After exchanging blows several times, that strange white fog had unknowingly wrapped around Lil 'Tian's waist, and instantly sealed him in ice.

Even though Little Tian's entire body was emitting a strange light, he was still unable to resist the sealing power. In a short while, he had turned into a huge block of ice.

"True Dragon Bloodline. If I devour it, will I also be able to transform into a dragon and ascend?" Bing Lin laughed coldly. He raised his huge foot and stepped on the golden dragon's head.

"My spiritual pet is also something that a beast like you can touch!" A loud shout was heard. Immediately after, an azure beam rose from the ground and a punch landed on Bing Lin's foot.

An enormous force swept out, and sent this thousand feet large Devil Beast flying several miles away. Then, it rumbled as it smashed into an ice mountain.

A punch had knocked back a Peak Saint level True Spirit Devil Beast!

Bing Lin let out a few wild roars. He shook his head and crawled up. He realized that his front leg had almost been crippled by the opponent. The white bones underneath his feet were clearly visible!

"How is this possible? A puny little Half Saint actually broke through my conjured physique!" Bing Lin was furious. This fellow was not giving him any face at all!

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