"hiss!"

The holy place for undersea cultivation near the Shenxuan Swordsman Academy.

Wang Ting, who was in a coma, gradually calmed down and woke up.

However, just as he moved his consciousness, he felt that the spiritual world was broken and as if he might collapse at any time. It seemed that a thought could make him fall into a deep coma again and then never wake up again.

After his consciousness turned slightly for a moment, he finally remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.

Spiritual storm!

He successfully used his spiritual secret technique to detonate the vast spiritual power contained in the Blue God's divine nature, thus creating an unprecedented terrifying spiritual storm that swept through everything.

Although this spiritual storm was not actively attacked by the god of the Blue Blue God, and was completely passively triggered, its power was still not something that any practitioner below the spiritual master could resist, even Jiang Yuli and Jing Daoke, who were in the sword art state, were no exception.

The two peerless powerful men in the Middle Earth world have a high status and can dominate the life and death of billions of people. However, when facing the impact of the spiritual storm, they only resisted for a moment, and were defeated in fear and despair and fell on the spot.

For the divine body of the Blue God, they did not hesitate to come from the distant Middle-earth world to the Western world. However, they finally finally saw the head of the Blue God, but at the moment when they were only one step away from success, they were killed by the spiritual power contained in the divine nature of the Blue God.

Both powerful sword art powerhouses have fallen, and Wang Ting, the peak spiritual master at the ninth level, naturally has a bad feeling.

If it weren't for the Ruosheng Sword, if it weren't for the mystery of his spirit and resisting the impact of the spiritual storm with the help of the Ruosheng Sword, there would be no difference between him and the two powerful sword art powerhouses.

But even so, his spiritual world is still broken under the impact of this spiritual storm. Even if the thoughts turn, he feels unstable and seems to completely collapse at any time.

After a while, it took three or four hours. The spiritual world of Wang Ting became slightly more stable. He took out the pills that nourish the soul from the space ring and swallowed them one by one.

In this way, it took another ten hours before Wang Ting finally felt better. Although his spiritual world was still very fragile, he could already move a little.

After taking a look at the divine nature that had completely dimmed the divine light, Wang Ting felt a little regretful.

"If the energy in this divine character is not drawn out in an instant and I will slowly refine it, even if the spiritual power inside cannot make me become a third-level spiritual master. I can't escape the second-level, but now... it's all consumed."

After all, Wang Ting is just a spiritual power person at the peak of the ninth level. Facing the spiritual power contained in a fallen divine god, it is already a blessing for the spiritual power person's cultivation system. How can we control the amount of spiritual power that is drawn? Didn't you see that even he himself almost died in this spiritual storm?

However, although he pulled out all the spiritual power inside, Wang Ting did not feel regretful.

Facing the pursuit of the three sword-like powers, Longhua Sword Emperor, Jiang Yuli, and Jing Daoke, do not draw out the spiritual power in the divine nature. It is just a word of death. Even many sword saints in the entire Western continent will kill people to silence their mouths because of the few people's secrets. If everyone is already dead, even the energy contained in the divine nature can help him to advance to the second, third, or even fourth-level spiritual master. What's the use?

"I don't know if the Longhua Sword Emperor has fallen under that spiritual impact. If the Longhua Sword Emperor also falls, there will be only one strong sword spirit realm left in Long Tianxia. Even if the Wanyu Tianzong has two hundred Frost Sword Saints and twenty sword power remaining. With the strength of me and Pope Pro of the Sith, they can be killed one by one."

Wang Ting muttered to himself, but he felt a little uncertain.

After all, Longhua Sword Emperor is three or four kilometers away from the center of the spiritual storm. Three or four kilometers away, the power of the spiritual storm has been greatly weakened. In addition, Longhua Sword Emperor himself is a sword intent powerful man with a spiritual scale of the ninth level. If he has some special means, he should be able to save his life.

"I can only send my luck."

Wang Ting said, swimming slightly, approaching Jiang Yuli and Jing Daoke.

Although these two powerful sword art powerhouses died, they all died with their eyes wide open, with fear and disbelief and deep reluctance in their eyes.

It’s a pity that no matter how unwilling they are, facing such a strong spiritual storm, they will not become spiritual masters. Without the artifact to protect the soul, they will have no way to die.

"Jiang Yuli is worthy of being the leader of Wanyutian Sect. She really has a ninth-level pill that restores her soul. I'm afraid even the Longhua Sword Emperor, who is a powerful sword emperor, may not have this pill."

After taking off Jiang Yuli's space ring, Wang Ting directly found a pill to heal the soul in the huge ring in this space. The effect of this pill is much better than the pills Wang Ting refined himself. After swallowing one, he immediately felt a cool feeling entangled in the spiritual world, repairing the huge crack in the spiritual world. At this speed, at most half a month, the spiritual world can be completely repaired and as intact as before.

His mental damage this time is actually not much less than the last battle with Pope Sith Pro. But that time, it took him three months to recover with the help of the pill, but this time it only took half a month, and the speed increased by six times. It can be seen that the quality of the soul recovery pill in Jiang Yuli's space ring is so high.

"Wanyu Tianzong is really rich. With Jiang Yuli's space ring, I can cultivate 1,000 semi-saints in one year. If I give me three years, it is no problem to cultivate 1,000 and a half saints. As long as one percent of them can be promoted to the sword saint, they are all 100 sword saints. The resource in a space ring can cultivate 100 sword saints in three years. No wonder Wanyu Tianzong can rank such a high position among the seventy-two top forces when only three sword art powerhouses are in charge."

Wang Ting glanced at Jiang Yuli's space ring and didn't look at it any more.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. Such a big thing had happened here. The people from Wanyutian Sect would definitely arrive soon. It would be better to leave this area as soon as possible.

Thinking that Wang Ting controlled his body, floated upwards, and gradually came to the surface of the ocean.

It seemed that he had been unconscious for a long time. On the surface of the ocean, a large number of sword saints dressed in the Wanyutian Sect were floating on the water one by one, and no one came to collect the corpses.

The spiritual scale of the powerful swordsman realm is only seventh level, and the swordsman masters are only eighth level. Although many of them have not entered the depths of the ocean, the spiritual storm that erupts in the blue god's divine nature is still not something they can resist. More than 1,700 swordsman masters and more than 170 swordsman masters all fell under the sweep of the spiritual storm.

"The rest of the Wanyutian Sect didn't come to collect the corpse?"

Wang Ting frowned slightly and glanced at the sword saints.

Each of these sword saints wears a space ring, and each of them has a net worth no less than five hundred spirit jade. If other things in the space ring are included, their value is even more than five hundred spirit jade. What's more, in addition to the sword saints, there are also sword saints. If the Western continent can collect all the space rings of these sword saints and obtain the wealth of these sword saints and sword saints, the entire Western continent will take off at a terrifying speed in a short time. In a few decades, it is very likely to rush into the list of the seventy-two top forces.

"If the people from Wanyutian Sect arrive first, retreat. If the people from Wanyutian Sect are not here, let the reserve members of the Silver Blood Swordsman Legion clean up in a while."

I thought to myself that Wang Ting had already reached ashore and swam to the island of Shenxuan Swordsman Academy not far away.

Although the head of the Blue God is at the bottom of the sea, it is actually several kilometers away from the island where the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy is located. In addition, the depth of the ocean is, this distance has exceeded ten kilometers. Ten kilometers away, the power of the spiritual storm can still rage, but its power has been greatly reduced.

The island where the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy is located is hundreds of kilometers across. The Divine Selected Swordsman Academy and the West Coast Port City are located at the other end of the island, more than 60 kilometers apart. Therefore, although the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy and the residents of the island have not experienced large-scale deaths despite being affected by the mental storm.

Soon, Wang Ting's figure appeared in the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy.

At this moment, the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy became very deserted. Apart from a few swordsmen who maintained the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy and the elderly swordsman masters, there was no student at all.

After receiving the news of the defeat of the Western Continental coalition, Vice President Youhe had ordered that all the elites of the academy be broken into pieces and hide them, hoping to use this method to retain the vitality of the Western Continent as much as possible.

After all, there are only a few hundred thousand people from Wanyu Tian Sect, and it is impossible to search every corner of the entire Western continent.

"Your Majesty the King's Court, is it you?"

After walking for a moment at the quiet and dead Swordsman Academy, a somewhat surprised voice suddenly came. Then, an old man with the cultivation of a great swordsman quickly ran out: "I have seen Your Majesty Wangting, Your Majesty, it's great that you're fine."

"What's the situation now? How many people escaped in the battlefield of the Daxia royal capital?"

"Your Majesty, Vice President Youhe is still in the underground shelter in the college. These Vice Presidents should be able to answer you."

Wang Ting nodded, then said, "Help me pass a message, and ask the Silver Blood Swordsman Legion Preparatory Squadron located near the academy to go above the holy land of the underwater cultivation and collect the corpse."

"Collection of the body?"
Chapter completed!