C427 It Was also Known as the World Splitting Sword
C427 It Was also Known as the World Splitting Sword
"Brat, you've hidden your strength well enough!" The Sacrificial Elder stared at Ye Ling and snorted angrily.
"Normal!" Ye Ling laughed evilly. Then, his face turned cold as he shouted like a thunderclap:
"Thrust."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Lance of Destiny transformed into a bolt of lightning and shot towards the old Sacrificial Elder.
"Pu!"
The old man had just heard Ye Ling's shout, but the Spear of Fate had already pierced through his chest from behind. Before he could even react, the Spear of Fate gave him a chilling feeling.
Black blood flowed from the tip of the spear and dripped onto the ground. As the blood fell, black smoke was emitted, and the ground was burnt black by the black blood.
"Hahahahaha..." "Very good, very good." Just when Ye Ling thought that the sacrificial old man was severely injured, a sinister laughter came from below.
Looking in the direction of the voice, it was unknown when the old man, the priest, firmly locked his icy gaze on him again as he chuckled:
"You prick me so much that I want to crush you into powder."
As he spoke, the old Sacrificial Elder clenched his fists until they made 'ka ka ka' sounds.
When Ye Ling heard that the old priest still dared to threaten him after being shot by the spear, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of unhappiness. It was as if Ye Ling was looking down on his Spear of Fate. Did he really think that the Spear of Destiny was useless?
Even a demigod would have to lie down after being struck by the Spear of Fate, one of the nine great items of the treasure of a king. It was obvious that even if the offering old man did not die, he would still be severely injured.
"Old man, who are you trying to fool?" Ye Ling sneered.
Instead, he lifted his withered right hand and grabbed the spear shaft on his chest. Under Ye Ling's puzzled gaze, he slowly pulled out the Moment of Destiny from his chest, bit by bit. Of course, the black blood also flowed faster.
As Ye Ling listened to the Spear of Destiny being pulled out bit by bit, he cursed at the old Sacrificial Elder for being a pervert.
As long as someone was struck by the Spear of Destiny, the pain would increase tenfold. If the Spear of Destiny was forcefully pulled out, the pain amplification effect would be a hundred times more terrifying. If a normal person had to endure this pain, they would have already run into the wall to see Hades.
Thus, anyone who could endure the effects of this hundred times pain was either a freak or a madman.
As he slowly pulled out the Lance of Destiny, the power of the Sacrificial Elder seemed to increase unceasingly.
Ye Ling knew he couldn't stay here any longer, and his Spell Disc couldn't be broken in such a short time, so if he waited until the Sacrificial Old Man completely pulled out the Spear of Fate, then it would be his death date. Ye Ling could see from that old man's twisted face that the evil intent was getting stronger and stronger.
"Kid, where do you want to go?" Just as Ye Ling was about to leave first, a sinister voice sounded.
Ye Ling didn't need to look to know who it was, so he raised his head towards the Sacrificial Elder and smiled:
"Old man, I found out that my family's clothes have not been confiscated, so I'll go home to collect my clothes."
As soon as his voice fell, Ye Ling disappeared on the spot with a swoosh. He was as fast as lightning. No, not even lightning could compare to his speed.
What do you mean by 'running like thunder'? You're talking about the Ye Ling right now. In less than a second, he had sprinted for a thousand meters and reached his maximum speed.
The Sacrificial Old Man looked at Ye Ling who was a kilometer away. His old face revealed a hint of disdain. He tightened his grip on the spear in his hand and unleashed a powerful force, forcefully pulling the Spear of Fate out of his body.
"Pu!"
The Lance of Destiny was instantly pulled out from his body. At the same time, a large amount of black blood sprayed out. The Sacrificial Elder quickly used a strange technique to point at the wound and stop the blood from spurting out.
When the Spear of Destiny was pulled out, Ye Ling, who was five thousand meters away, shuddered. The Spear of Destiny was bound to him, so he could feel what just happened.
The emmp …
Did this old man really pull it out?
Without saying anything, Ye Ling stomped the ground again and ran for his life. He knew that the old pervert was coming.
Actually, Ye Ling thought about cutting that old pervert into pieces with the Otherworldly Sword, but when he wanted to take it out, he realized that he wouldn't be able to do so no matter what. The reason the System gave it out was because his current strength was still insufficient for him to summon the Ogre-faced Sword.
It was because the Ogre-faced Sword was capable of slicing apart the world, and was only slightly weaker than the Xuanyuan Sword. In terms of attack power, the Ogre-faced Sword was actually more powerful, and the Ogre-faced Sword was a bit more powerful, it was a bit more integrated, and that was the reason why Ye Ling was unable to summon the Ogre-faced Sword.
Actually, there was another reason that the system didn't say anything, which was that Ye Ling could use his points to buy a sword with limited usage time. The only reason was that the system was afraid that Ye Ling would use the sword to split the training tower.
With Ye Ling's personality, if he obtained the Ou Li Sword, then wouldn't he turn around and crazily attack the old pervert a hundred and eighty degrees, chasing him throughout the cultivation tower?
Furthermore, the Oleander Sword's strongest attribute was its ability to cut open worlds. One could imagine the consequences of training towers.
Since he couldn't get the weapon to deal with the old man, Ye Ling had to escape first.
Boom! *
A golden gun fell from the sky, right in front of Ye Ling and sent a large amount of sand flying.
Ye Ling couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he saw the golden gun in front of him.
Sure enough, just as Ye Ling thought, an afterimage flashed in front of them. In the next second, Ye Ling clearly felt a punch on his lower abdomen, hitting him five hundred meters straight and smashing him into the yellow sand.
"Pfft!" Ye Ling spat out a mouthful of blood. He could not help but look astonished as he muttered to himself.
"How can his punches be so fast?"
The most terrifying thing was that before he could even see the movement of the fist, the person was already 500 meters away. Damn it, even if it was real pain, he already thought that this was a game and someone was purposely hanging up to kill him.