Chapter 894
Supreme Primordial Spiritual Treasure
Holding the Great Annihilation Primordial Spear, Zhao Feng thrust it out without hesitation.
The spearhead collided with the withered hand.
The bronze ring lit up and actually blocked the spearhead.
Deep within the ruined land, an ancient figure clad in black and gold armor emerged.
It is more intact than the Corpse King, and still has the magic power left over from its previous life.
Mid-stage of the Seven Heavens of Hongmeng.
Zhao Feng looked at the ancient figure in black and gold armor and raised his spear.
"Those who block my path will be shattered."
As the ancient figure in black and gold armor took a step forward, the chaotic air currents surrounding the ruined land immediately contracted inward.
It had no weapons.
The bronze ring emitted a piercing clang, and dark red chains flew out from it.
Each falling line can fix the space in place.
Zhao Feng thrust his spear forward slightly.
The gray-white spear light pierced the first chain.
The chains snapped, and before the fragments even hit the ground, a second and a third chain had already wrapped around his sides.
Zhao Feng's arm trembled, and the indestructible armor pattern appeared.
The chain struck the nail pattern, blasting out a large patch of dark red fire.
The broken ground beneath his feet split open.
Gu Ying, clad in black and gold armor, raised his hand, his bronze ring aimed at Zhao Feng, and the ancient chain suddenly tightened.
Zhao Feng was dragged forward half a step.
On the bridge behind, Xing Zhan's smile faded. "This Gu Ying is no weakling."
The man with the blue scales stood in front of the ancient carriage and whispered, "Retreat to the middle of the bridge, don't get caught in it."
The Netherworld Daoist's white bone divine boat was parked in the distance, and none of the seven masked cultivators disembarked.
Su Wuce stood on the page of the book, his jade pen suspended in his palm, and wrote the character "隔" (ge), protecting the people of Tianshu Academy behind him.
Although they all possessed the strength to contend with the ancient corpse, none of them were willing to step forward, preferring to watch Zhao Feng struggle.
The ancient figure in black and gold armor clasped his five fingers together.
The dark red ancient characters on the ruins lit up again, transforming into a giant nail that fell from above Zhao Feng's head.
Zhao Feng looked up.
The boundary bell of Hongmeng Town was raised.
The bell struck the giant nail.
The giant nail stopped in mid-air, and cracks appeared on its body.
Zhao Feng swung his fist at the chains binding his arm.
boom!
The chain broke.
He grabbed the broken chain and pulled it sharply toward himself.
The ancient figure in black and gold armor was pulled forward and slid dozens of feet.
Zhao Feng stepped forward and delivered a knee strike to Gu Ying's abdomen.
The black and gold armor was dented.
Gu Ying raised his elbow and slammed it down, hitting Zhao Feng squarely on the shoulder.
Zhao Feng's shoulders slumped as the debris beneath his feet exploded into a crater several feet deep.
He did not back down.
His right fist had already slammed into Gu Ying's chest.
The Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Force erupted.
The punch ripped open the chest of the black and gold armor.
The dark red ancient characters within Gu Ying's body moved rapidly, and as soon as the crack appeared, there were signs of repair.
Zhao Feng raised the Great Annihilation Primordial War Spear and pierced one of the cracks.
Grayish-white power flowed into the armor.
Gu Ying finally let out a low growl.
It gripped the spear shaft with both hands, trying to pull the spear out.
Zhao Feng pressed down with both arms.
The spearhead continued to penetrate deeper.
A hole of light exploded on the back of the black and gold armor.
Gu Ying's chest was pierced.
But suddenly the bronze ring flew up and slipped onto Zhao Feng's wrist.
As the ring approached, the Thirty-Three Heavenly Treasures within Zhao Feng's body simultaneously appeared, encircling him.
Each of the treasures exudes a different aura, trapping the bronze ring in the center.
The ring vibrated violently.
Dark red ancient characters burst forth from the ring, attempting to corrupt the Thirty-Three Heavens Treasure.
Zhao Feng raised his left hand, and the Heavenly Emperor Seal crashed down.
Imperial markings suppress.
The surface of the bronze ring is cracked.
The black-gold armored figure suddenly abandoned his spear and rammed his entire body into Zhao Feng.
boom!
The two crashed from the center of the debris field to the edge.
The edge of the remnant land was already unstable, and this impact created a large gap.
Black water surged up from below, engulfing the gap.
Zhao Feng punched Gu Ying in the chest repeatedly.
The black and gold armor is cracking more and more.
Gu Ying was equally fierce, her fists raining down on Zhao Feng.
The Undying Armor and the Void Divine Armor took turns bearing the impact, causing Zhao Feng's robes to be torn in several places, and his blood and qi churned in his chest.
His eyes burned with even stronger fighting spirit. "Again."
Zhao Feng released his spear and grabbed Gu Ying's shoulders with both hands.
The Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force circulated to an even deeper level.
In the world of 840 million particles, the power of the giant elephant surges towards the power of the dragon elephant.
He grabbed Gu Ying and slammed her down hard.
boom!
The ancient figure in black and gold armor was smashed into the ruins.
Zhao Feng raised his foot.
Seven steps to defy the heavens.
With that kick, the protective barrier formed by the dark red ancient characters around Gu Ying shattered instantly.
The bronze ring emitted a mournful sound as cracks spread throughout its circumference.
Most of the remaining magical power in Gu Ying's chest was crushed away.
Zhao Feng raised his hand and summoned the Great Annihilation Primordial Spear, which flew back into his palm. He then thrust the spear down, pinning it to Gu Ying's chest.
Gu Ying, clad in black and gold armor, struggled to raise his hand.
Zhao Feng drew his spear and thrust it out again.
The second spear pierced through the ancient shadow's skull.
The black and gold armor exploded completely.
The dark red ancient characters scattered, but were intercepted by the illusory image of the Thirty-Three Heavens Treasure.
As the Heavenly Emperor's Seal pressed down, all the ancient characters were crushed into ashes.
The bronze ring flew up, trying to escape.
Zhao Feng raised his hand and grabbed it, the ring pulsating wildly in his palm, the remaining divine sense within it shrieking, "Insolence! I am..."
Zhao Feng closed his five fingers, light flowed, and the sound from the ring stopped abruptly.
hum!
Almost at the same time that Gu Ying, clad in black gold armor, died.
A thick beam of red light shot out from within the ruins.
The entire ruins were illuminated in a bright red light.
The black water beneath the ancient bridge in the distance suddenly receded to both sides, and the ancient corpses and broken bones remaining on the bridge were swept by the red light and instantly turned into ashes.
The cultivators behind them who were about to step onto the ruined land all stopped.
Xing Zhan's eyes narrowed, and he burst into laughter, "Good stuff!"
The dragon mark between the blue-scaled man's eyebrows lit up, and the nine-horned blue dragon spewed out blue vapor from its nostrils, causing the ancient chariot to press forward.
On the white bone divine boat where the Netherworld Daoist was located, the seven dark blue talisman lamps turned red at the same time.
Su Wuce paused in his jade pen, and the pages of the book rustled at his feet.
"A red-grade relic!" A scholar-robed cultivator from the Heavenly Academy exclaimed in surprise, "At the very least, it's a top-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure!"
As soon as those words were spoken, the eyes of the cultivators who had rushed over from the ancient bridge turned bloodshot.
Within the ruins of the Chaos Sea, the treasures also vary in their aura.
White, blue, purple, red, gold, colorful, chaos.
The crimson one is the supreme primordial treasure.
This is enough to make even a seventh-level Hongmeng expert break off all pretense of civility.
If it goes any higher, then it's not something they can safely take away.
Zhao Feng was the closest.
As the crimson light shot up, he had already moved.
The broken ground beneath his feet exploded, and he plunged directly into the crevice.
Underneath is a collapsed sword platform.
In the center of the sword platform, a crimson divine sword is stuck diagonally inside.
Only half of the sword remained.
The break is rough, and the cracks extend from the spine of the sword to the guard.
However, the aura it emitted caused the surrounding chaotic sea to tremble continuously.
Zhao Feng stopped in front of the sword platform and smiled slightly, "It's damaged like this, yet it's still a top-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure. If it were in its complete state, it would probably be at least a Primordial Supreme Treasure!"
He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
The crimson divine sword trembled violently.
An endless stream of sword energy roared up and pierced towards Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng remained expressionless.
The Primordial Chaos Boundary Bell appeared behind him, and with a resounding chime, dozens of sword energies in front of him were instantly severed.
The Heavenly Emperor Seal flew out of his palm, its imperial markings pressing down on the sword platform. The tremor of the crimson divine sword was suppressed by half a beat.
Zhao Feng stepped onto the sword platform and gripped the sword hilt with his five fingers.
The moment his palm touched the sword hilt, crimson light pierced into his arm.
The indestructible armor pattern immediately appeared.
Zhao Feng's arm muscles tightened, and his 840 million microparticle worlds within his body simultaneously exhaled and exhaled chaotic energy, grinding that sword energy to dust.
Zhao Feng exerted force with his arm.
The sword platform cracked open with a loud crash.
He pulled the crimson divine sword out inch by inch.
The entire underground sword platform collapsed.
Zhao Feng charged out of the ground, carrying half of a crimson sword.
The crimson light followed him as he ascended the ruined land, breaking through the chaotic mist layer above.
The chaotic ocean outside the ruins began to boil.
The ancient bridge, the black water, the broken pillars, and the palace gate were all swept by the crimson light.
All the cultivators nearby could see the sword in Zhao Feng's hand.
Xing Zhan's eyes burned with fervor. "Lord Zhao, we all came in together. It's not appropriate for you to just take the things directly."
The man with the blue scales stood before the ancient chariot, his tone indifferent, "This sword is the core of the ruins; whoever sees it will have a share."
The Netherworld Daoist didn't speak, she just raised her hand.
The talisman lamps on both sides of the Bone Divine Boat lit up, and the seven masked cultivators simultaneously drew their swords.
Su Wuce sighed, “Lord Zhao, I do not wish to be your enemy, but the top-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure is too complicated. If you try to possess it all, I am afraid you will not be able to leave this remnant continent.”
Further away, more than a dozen groups of cultivators arrived.
Someone shouted it out directly.
"Hand over the Crimson Sword!"
"Zhao Feng, you've already taken the bronze ring, and now you're taking the relic sword too. Isn't that a bit too greedy!"
"We all came in together, why should the treasure go to you!"
"Put down your sword, or we'll have no choice but to join forces to eliminate you today!"
The sounds are increasing.
People gathered closer and closer together.
Zhao Feng stood in the center of the remnant land, holding the Heavenly Emperor Seal in his left hand and half of a crimson sword in his right, with the Primordial World-Suppressing Bell hanging behind him.
He glanced around and said, "I have killed the Corpse King, shattered the Ancient Shadow, and broken the Killing Array."
“You’ve been hiding in the back, picking up the way all the way, and now you’re running here to divide the swords.”
Zhao Feng raised his crimson sword, pointing the blade at the cultivator who had spoken first, "Where's your face?"
The cultivator's face stiffened, then he became furious, "What are you all waiting for! No matter how strong he is, he's still just one person. Let's subdue him first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he summoned a purple magic shield, the surface of which emitted a thousand layers of radiant light, pressing down on Zhao Feng.
At the same time, more than ten magical artifacts around them flew up simultaneously.
It has long black nails.
There is a white jade gourd.
It has a battle flag with a thunder pattern.
There is also a bronze furnace that looks like a small mountain.
These people may not be of one mind, but with the Crimson Sword right in front of them, no one wants to be a step behind.
Zhao Feng raised his foot.
Seven steps to defy the heavens.
The first step has been taken.
The purple magic shield at the forefront dented instantly, the sternum of the cultivator behind the shield shattered, and he was sent flying.
The second step followed immediately.
Before the white jade gourd could even spew out divine fire, its mouth exploded, and the flames inside surged back, burning the caster until he screamed and retreated.
Zhao Feng swung his sword backhand.
A crimson sword light swept across the desolate land.
The black spikes were cut in two, and the thunder-patterned battle flag was split in two from the flagpole to the banner.
The bronze furnace was the heaviest; when it fell, it crushed a large section of the ground.
Zhao Feng did not dodge, but instead punched the bottom of the furnace.
The divine elephant, suppressing the prison, roared powerfully.
The bronze furnace was knocked over and sent flying into the air by a punch. The lid flew off and crashed into the crowd. Three cultivators were unable to dodge in time and were hit, coughing up blood as they fell into the rift in the broken land.
Xing Zhan laughed heartily, "That was exhilarating!"
After he finished laughing, he took a step forward.
The bone axe, leaving black streaks, cleaved down towards Zhao Feng's head.
Zhao Feng raised his crimson sword to meet the attack.
Swords and axes clashed.
Xing Zhan's arms bulged with muscles, and the land beneath his feet continued to sink.
The cracks in Zhao Feng's crimson sword flashed, and the blade pressed down on the bone axe.
Xing Zhan's smile deepened. "Zhao Feng, you do have some strength, and you're qualified to fight me!"
Zhao Feng twisted his wrist, and the crimson sword slashed down along the axe blade.
A notch was cut into the edge of the bone axe.
Xing Zhan's expression changed, and he immediately drew his axe and retreated.
But Zhao Feng had already moved close to him.
Knee strike.
Punch.
Elbow strike.
All three blows landed on Xing Zhan's chest.
The ancient barbarian race possessed extremely strong physical bodies, yet Xing Zhan was still forced to retreat repeatedly, each step shattering large swathes of stone.
He had barely regained his footing when Zhao Feng's crimson sword was already three inches from his throat.
The ancient clan cultivators behind Xing Zhan roared in unison, about to charge forward, but Xing Zhan raised his hand to stop them, "Stop."
His chest heaved, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. "I won't take this sword anymore. Whoever wants it can take it."
The room fell silent.
Zhao Feng sheathed his sword, turned to look at the remaining people, and asked, "Who else?"
The man with the green scales looked grim.
The Netherworld Maiden's Bone Divine Boat moved backward.
Clearly, none of them wanted to fight Zhao Feng to the death at this time.
While top-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasures are excellent, they are not indispensable to them.
Su Wuce grasped the jade pen and finally wrote the character "封" (seal) on the page.
Golden characters flew up, transforming into a four-sided cage of characters that directly enveloped Zhao Feng. "Lord Zhao, forgive me."
Zhao Feng looked up at the falling cage of words and slashed upwards with his crimson sword.
The crimson sword light struck the character "封" (seal).
The large golden character first stopped, then split open from the middle.
The pages of the book beneath Su Wuce's feet flipped violently as more than a dozen cultivators from the Heavenly Academy simultaneously attacked, sending lines of rule-based characters flying into the air to fill the gaps in the cage.
Zhao Feng executed him again.
With the second sword strike, two of the four corners of the cage collapsed.
Before the third sword strike could be unleashed, the blue-scaled man moved.
The nine-horned azure dragon pulled the ancient chariot and crashed into the ruins, its roar echoing across the desolate land.
In front of the ancient chariot, the azure dragon seal transformed into a giant dragon head, heading straight for Zhao Feng's chest.
Zhao Feng raised his left hand.
The Heavenly Emperor's Seal smashed towards the dragon's head.
The imperial emblem collided with the dragon seal, and the blue dragon head was crushed and broken inch by inch.
Startled, the nine-horned azure dragon thrashed about, nearly causing the chariot to overturn into the black water.
The man with the blue scales leaped off the carriage, a blue-gold spear appearing in his hand, its tip adorned with hundreds of dragon patterns, which he thrust towards Zhao Feng with overwhelming force.
Zhao Feng swept his crimson sword across the ground.
The dragon pattern was mostly shattered.
The remaining spear light struck the indestructible armor pattern, causing Zhao Feng's robes to flutter wildly.
He lifted his foot forward.
The man with the blue scales immediately retreated.
But Zhao Feng was faster.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear fell from the void into his left hand.
The crimson sword and the spear were attacked simultaneously.
The spear deflected the lapis lazuli long spear.
The red sword slashed along the shaft of the spear.
The man with the green scales felt a numbness in his wrist, and his spear almost slipped from his grasp.
He forcefully activated the dragon seal between his eyebrows, and a blue realm appeared behind him, in which dragons roamed and roared in unison.
"town!"
The dragons rushed out of the boundary and circled around Zhao Feng, trying to drag him into the Dragon Seal Domain.
Zhao Feng took his third step.
Trample on the enemy's soul.
The dragons' movements all paused simultaneously.
A roar echoed in the blue-scaled man's mind, and a crack appeared in the dragon seal between his brows.
Zhao Feng's spear pierced into the azure realm.
The gray-white power exploded.
A large hole was torn open in that dragon realm.
The man with the blue scales coughed up blood, and several guardian cultivators on the ancient chariot rushed out and summoned their dragon scale shields to block in front of him.
Zhao Feng didn't even look, and slashed down with his crimson sword.
The dragon scale shield split in two. (End of Chapter)