God-level Pet Evolution System

Above the sky, light and shadow are constantly surging, and all kinds of heroic spirits are showing off their power, scrambling to rush into the dark magic sword in the center. It is like a group of demons dancing wildly. The scene is extremely shocking.

The Nine-Colored Dragon King, Shutun Ghost King and others below also looked solemn. They seemed to have witnessed a great battle in ancient times, and the desolate atmosphere that hit them was even more jaw-dropping.

"I have heard of using souls to forge swords, but this is the only time in my life I have seen tens of thousands of ancient heroic spirits forging swords. It is hard to imagine what kind of terrifying demonic swords can be forged..." Shuten Ghost King looked up and couldn't help but He muttered in his mind.

"As expected of you, Your Highness, the Holy Spirit lineage will reach its peak again just around the corner!" There was unconcealable excitement and pride in the eyes of the Nine Color Dragon King, and he secretly clenched his fists.

"Shuashuashua..."

Countless heroic spirits are still pouring into the dark magic sword. It can be seen that the black mist on the magic sword gradually begins to dissipate, and its general appearance can be vaguely seen.

This demonic sword is wider than the slender Chaos Demonic Sword, but it is not as bulky as a giant sword. There is a domineering totem of the head of the black dragon at the intersection of the hilt and the blade, and the whole body exudes an evil and awe-inspiring atmosphere. breath.

Even though the Demonic Sword has not yet fully formed itself, the pressure it exudes is already terrifying enough, causing all the ancient soldiers in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Soldiers to tremble slightly, and even many of the weaker ones kneel down. Dare not get up from the ground.

However, as time went by, Feng Yixiu clearly felt that the speed of devouring heroic spirits was gradually becoming slower and slower. A chaotic and chaotic aura made him feel uneasy, and a sharp pain from the soul level made his forehead seep out. Cold sweat.

Fortunately, these ancient heroic spirits all voluntarily became sword souls. Otherwise, I am afraid that if they take the opportunity to launch a backlash, whether Feng Yixiu can suppress them or not, their souls may be backlashed if they are not careful.

"Master, are you really going to create problems for me?" A soft, trembling voice sounded in Feng Yixiu's mind. He knew that this was the Demon Lord of Soldiers communicating with him.

"Isn't that what you said? I only need to be responsible for searching for heroic spirits, and the rest will be left to you, right?" Feng Yixiu gritted his teeth and insisted.

"That's what I said, but I never thought that the ancient heroic spirits you conquered would be so powerful!" The Demon Lord of War's voice was still extremely weak, and she was a little overwhelmed by swallowing nearly tens of thousands of ancient heroic spirits at the same time.

"It's not bad that the quality is high... Didn't you say that the strength of the heroic soul affects the strength of the final magic sword?" Feng Yixiu frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice.

"Yes, I did say these words, but it was just to allow you to conquer high-quality heroic spirits as much as possible, but you are exaggerating!" The Demon Lord of Soldiers felt aggrieved, hesitated for a moment, and continued Said: "To tell you the truth, the strength of the heroic spirits that the Awakening Demonic Sword can withstand is limited. Ordinary heroic spirits can indeed absorb ten thousand, but now it has reached its limit and cannot continue to absorb..."

"Then I don't care. What you promised must be done. If you agree on 10,000 statues, then you must not miss any one!"

Feng Yixiu looked around and found that only nearly 6,000 ancient heroic spirits had been absorbed, which was still far from the 10,000 he expected.

These are the ancient relics that he finally found. If he gave up so easily, he would not be able to part with them no matter what!

"Hey... I will accompany my master to go crazy for once!" Seeing that Feng Yixiu refused to give up, the Demon Lord of Bing just sighed helplessly. The stationary black vortex began to rotate at high speed again, and then he did not forget to say: "Asura King's Heart can help resist soul backlash!"

Hearing this, Feng Yixiu nodded silently and sat cross-legged in mid-air. A light golden light emerged from his heart, and soon a heartbeat like a war drum came out.

A solemn and solemn illusion of King Shura slowly emerged behind Feng Yixiu, quickly calming down the originally restless Dark Demon Sword.

The Heart of the King of Shura, also known as the Heart of the Pluto, not only makes Feng Yixiu immune to all evil, but most importantly, it has an instinctive suppression effect on all souls.

Sure enough, after Feng Yixiu used the Shura King's Heart, the swallowing black hole that was about to stagnate began to crazily absorb ancient heroic spirits.

Time passed by, and nearly two days had passed since Feng Yixiu began to absorb ancient heroic spirits on a large scale. His willpower was almost reaching its limit.

If you observe carefully, you can clearly see that the illusion of King Shura behind Feng Yixiu is extremely dim, and there are countless cracks in the golden body, as if it may completely collapse at any time.

Once the illusion of King Shura dissipates, the soul backlash at that moment will come like a tide, and a little carelessness may turn Feng Yixiu into an idiot.

"My lord, it's almost done..." The voice in Feng Yixiu's mind came again, but it was also extremely weak.

"There are still two ancient heroes left to reach 10,000. I'm counting!" Feng Yixiu shook his head and did not agree to stop there.

Once the Awakening Demonic Sword is formed, it cannot be changed. Feng Yixiu does not want to have any regrets in the future. He must make it perfect!

As soon as the words fell, the two heroic spirits were submerged into the black vortex at the same time. But at this moment, the illusion of King Shura behind Feng Yixiu burst into golden light, and it seemed that it might explode in the next second.

At the critical moment, the Demon Lord of Arms took back control of the dark magic sword in time, and the black vortex that swallowed the heroic spirits disappeared instantly.

"boom!"

A powerful soul storm suddenly erupted, knocking away all the surrounding heroic spirits that had not yet had time to be absorbed.

go out.

This soul breath is extremely strange. It cannot cause substantial damage to objects, but it makes all creatures with souls feel extremely shocked.

The weaker soul body was instantly annihilated. Even a powerful being like the Shutun Ghost King could not help but feel shaken and could not recover for a long time.

"What a terrifying soul fluctuation..." The Nine-Colored Dragon King half-knelt on the ground, trying hard to shake his head to keep himself awake.

"This feeling..." The Shutun Ghost King was not unable to resist and fell to his knees, but his face looked a little solemn. Looking at the magic sword that was gradually taking shape in the air, he seemed to recall some bad memories.

At this time, Feng Yixiu had completely reached his limit. Even the strength to flap his wings was gone. However, the dark magic armor attached to his body emitted a faint fluorescence, preventing him from falling to the ground.