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Chapter 460 You also have a Golden Crow here who wants to become an emperor?

Chu Feng's face twitched; as expected, the group leader's treasure-refining skills were abnormal.

Would a normal person sacrifice their own blood?
“But even these three clones aren’t enough.” Chu Feng observed that the group leader’s body was indeed powerful enough.

Even in death, the lingering resentment and hatred emanating from them could engulf a planet.

It's no joke that a single drop of blood could collapse a mountain.

The group owner's physical body has consumed too many resources.

The Immortal Phoenix, the strongest evolution fluid, the bloodline essence of numerous divine beasts and immortal beasts... these are treasures even stronger than those of a saint.

But the group admin ate them all.

Therefore, the energy contained within him is even stronger than that of a saint.

He's still a long way from being a Great Sage.

After the sage comes the sage king, and after the sage king comes the great sage.

"It's not three, it's four," Ji Zheng reminded him.

Chu Feng: ...

So, group leader, are you going to jump off the demon sword later and say that even without this sword, I can still annihilate the enemy army, right?

"We'll manipulate the formation together to forge the three swords inside into one, and with my four clones and the clone of the Lord of Hell, that should be enough."

Ji Zheng calculated that their world's treasure-refining process was similar to Ye Fan's world; without the corresponding cultivation level, one could not refine the corresponding magical treasure.

Because the creation of each magical artifact is an extension of the laws of gods and demons themselves.

However, the three divine swords in the Demon Suppression Hall were already the best among the treasures of the true gods, only a little short of being treasures of the God Lord.

In addition, since the Hell God's clone itself contains a portion of the God's Dao principles, incorporating it into the artifact is almost equivalent to a Great Sage refining a treasure.

Chu Feng felt it was a bit of a trap.

But he wasn't the one who got into trouble.

So I came over excitedly to help.

Both of them logged off in the group to pass the long time of refining the treasure.

Forty-nine days later.

The corpses of the Demon Suppression Hall and other hellish gods were fused together into a sword, beneath which was a fiery sword-forging pool.

Ji Zheng stood in front of the sword-forging pool, looking at the raging fire beneath his feet, and remained silent for a moment.

He had a feeling that Chu Feng did it on purpose, changing the final sword-making process to the scene of the demon sword from the Legend of Sword and Fairy.

"Group owner, let's jump."

Chu Feng shouted from afar, "For the sake of all living beings, we need such a demonic sword!"

“Yes, group leader, we will remember your efforts.” Xiao Yan was standing next to him.

He ran over too.

Ji Zheng and his team would occasionally go online while forging swords to update other group members on their progress.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan also ran over out of curiosity.

After all, it will take some time for his teacher to break through to become a Dou Di, and he has a lot of free time lately.

"Group leader, should we increase the fire?" Ye Fan was also there, holding the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron in his hand, which contained the flames of the Fire Domain.

His eyes lit up as he tried to pour the flames out.

"Go, group leader!" Shi Hao blinked his big eyes, waiting for the group leader's final jump.

"Group leader, after your death, we will carry on the legacy of this sword and spread its power in other worlds."

Lin Dong said seriously.

Ji Zheng's eyelids twitched, he gave them the middle finger, and then jumped into the sword-forging pool.

boom!
Flames shot into the sky, and the Xuanming Yuan Star was covered by half of the sky by the light of the flames.

The other sect leaders on Xuanming Yuanxing all looked over with surprise and doubt.

What kind of treasure is that uncrowned king refining?

The strange phenomenon was terrifying.

The flames of the sword-forging process burst through the atmosphere and shot out into space.

"What kind of treasure is this?" A surprised voice came from the direction of the sun.

Within the surface of the Sea of ​​Solar Flames, in a golden crow's nest, lay a golden crow egg, its brow furrowed as it gazed at the Xuanming Yuan Star. It felt that with this magical artifact appearing, even its own natal magical artifact, refined over two million years of slumber, paled in comparison.

Two million years ago, he competed with the current God Emperor Guangwu for the path to the throne.

They just haven't fought each other.

Therefore, he decided to possess a Golden Crow Divine Beast egg with pure bloodline, and slumber here for two million years, waiting to be born again when the next Emperor's Road competition begins.

To become the Golden Crow Demon Emperor.

"It seems there has been a change in Yuanxing, and a new opponent has emerged," the Golden Crow Demon God murmured, not revealing himself at this time.

Emperor Guangwu still has several decades left to live.

He could continue to wait, waiting for this unexpected event to occur on Yuanxing so that it could clash head-on with the Guangwu Divine Dynasty.

He then reaps the benefits of the fisherman's scheme.

After Ji Zheng threw himself into the sea of ​​fire, the sword in the sword-refining pool could no longer hold back. It surged with sword energy, severing all of Ji Zheng's life force and cultivation, and then proudly soared into the sky after absorbing it.

It was like a beautiful sword light, flying out of the atmosphere and proudly proving its birth to the world in the cosmos.

"It's so intelligent!" Xiao Yan exclaimed in surprise.

"That's normal. After all, the group leader sacrificed four of his own magical artifacts with his blood." Chu Feng wasn't surprised.

The group leader's body is incredibly precious, far more valuable than the blood of some great saints.

It's normal that the demonic swords made from the blood sacrifices of the four group leaders are somewhat special.

"Someone's trying to steal the treasure," Lin Dong suddenly said.

Suddenly, the void beside the demonic sword cracked open, and a massive mountain-like hand emerged, gleaming with golden light and exuding divine might, ready to take away this clearly extraordinary demonic sword.

"That is the immortal god of the underworld from the Nine Netherworld."

"A sect leader from a major sect in Xuanming Yuanxing exclaimed in surprise."

They had all been to the Netherworld for training and knew that there was a very old god there with extremely powerful strength, no weaker than some Buddhas in the Lesser Bright Realm.

"Amitabha Buddha, this treasure has the power of incense offerings and is connected to this Buddha."

A Buddhist chant also came from the Lesser Realm of Light, and a Buddha sat in the Great Hall of the Buddha, reaching out his palm to grab.

The palm, like a towering dome, hung down, obscuring half of the sky above Xuanming Yuanxing, darkening the sky.

In addition, an unknown god or demon broke through the barrier of the world and reached out to grab. It seemed to have many arms, all things in nature, and was making mudras.

It was the hellish demons of the Lesser Light Realm who made the move.

But suddenly the sword light flashed, and many people couldn't help but close their eyes because of the stinging pain. All they heard was a wail.

Countless streams of golden blood surged forth, only to be greedily absorbed by the demonic sword.

"It's terrible! The Undying Netherworld Emperor of the Nine Netherworld is dead!" Someone cried out in the Nine Netherworld, filled with fear at the death of the world's ruler.

In the Lesser Realm of Light, the Buddha's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand, but the sword light continued to come and cut off one of his golden hands.

He groaned in pain, and the golden Buddha's palm fell down, growing larger and larger, with fingerprints protruding like mountain ranges, covering the entire sky of Xuanming Yuanxing.

"Brother, that's not very kind of you." A loud laugh rang out.

Ji Zheng appeared before the golden Buddha's palm, waved his hand to put it away, and looked at the Buddha in the Little Bright Realm from across a world.

The Buddha in the Lesser Light Realm was filled with doubt and surprise, wondering why Ji Zheng was still alive.

He only took action after he heard that Ji Zheng was really dead.

Moreover, Ji Zheng's current strength and aura are far inferior to those of the previous person.

On the other side, the new Hell God Lord's avatar from the Little Bright Realm coldly made a move, with thousands of arms slapping over, each forming a mysterious seal, as if the sky had crashed down, causing the heavens and earth to collapse.

Ji Zheng drew his sword and slashed at him.

Whoosh!
A line of sky.

The avatar of the Hell God's expression changed slightly. Having had eighteen arms severed, he quickly retreated and used a large army formation to block the sword light.

It's a pity that Ji Zheng isn't in his current state of full divine power, so he can't kill such a powerful god or demon.

He stopped, returned with the eighteen divine and demonic arms, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"It seems like there's an imperial scripture hidden in this god-demon's arm."

"The Scripture of Demonic Perfection for Immortality?"

(End of this chapter)