Chapter 227

In an instant.

Jian Wudi broke free from the suppression of the Eight Desolations Demon-Suppressing 【Array】.

A sword light erupted from Jian Wudi's body, instantly flying before Zhang Xingyu.

"Boom!"

A loud noise echoed within the Divine Court.

Zhang Xingyu was knocked flying dozens of zhang away by the sword light.

Had he not used the divine cauldron to block it, his divine body would likely have already been pierced through by the sword light.

The Divine Infant suffered heavy damage, spitting out mouthful after mouthful of golden blood.

"Lowly wretch, this is the price for angering this Divine Venerable!"

Jian Wudi clamored, firing another sword light toward Zhang Xingyu.

Damn it! Again!

Without time to think, Zhang Xingyu blocked in front of himself with the Ruyi Sun-Shooting Bow.

"Boom!"

The Divine Infant was knocked flying dozens of meters away once more.

Aside from spitting blood, it was still spitting blood.

After several rounds, Zhang Xingyu's Divine Infant seemed to have shrunk by a circle.

Danger!

If this continued, he feared his Divine Infant would not survive.

No, he had to think of a way.

Seeing the sword light approaching, Zhang Xingyu hurriedly activated the divine ability, Instant Ten Thousand Miles.

This time, he narrowly avoided Jian Wudi's attack.

However, the fatal threat had not disappeared.

While activating the divine ability to flee, Zhang Xingyu desperately pondered a strategy to counter the enemy.

If only a bolt of Heavenly Thunder would strike this damned Jian Wudi dead.

No sooner had the thought arisen than a peal of thunder suddenly sounded in the void.

Immediately following, a bolt of Heavenly Thunder struck Jian Wudi fiercely.

"Ah!"

Jian Wudi's figure faltered, then he let out a howl like a slaughtered pig.

"Tribulation Heavenly Thunder! How could there be Tribulation Heavenly Thunder?"

Zhang Xingyu was also extremely puzzled.

Could he truly be the son of the Goddess of Luck, getting whatever he wished for?

However, this thought only lingered for an instant.

A moment later, Zhang Xingyu shouted wildly in his heart: "Tribulation Heavenly Thunder, strike him! Strike that bastard dead!"

Bolts of Heavenly Thunder struck Jian Wudi one after another.

Jian Wudi put away his arrogant demeanor, fleeing in a sorry state through the void.

Yet, the Tribulation Heavenly Thunder seemed to be equipped with a detection radar, relentlessly pursuing Jian Wudi.

A moment later, unable to dodge in time, Jian Wudi was struck by the Tribulation Heavenly Thunder again.

"Ah!"

Jian Wudi let out a miserable scream, his divine body actually shrinking by a large circle.

"Tribulation Heavenly Thunder, strike again! Strike that bastard dead!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah..."

After a bout of Heavenly Thunder, Jian Wudi became extremely weak.

He shouted loudly at Zhang Xingyu: "Kid, stop striking. Let me out, I won't absorb your divine body anymore!"

Zhang Xingyu shook his head: "That won't do. Just now you were shouting to kill me, and now you want to beg for mercy? Not a chance."

The Heavenly Thunder continued.

Jian Wudi's physique shrank circle by circle, his momentum weakened bit by bit.

In the end, he could no longer maintain his divine body.

"Snap, snap!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Jian Wudi's divine body shattered and scattered.

Zhang Xingyu's eyes widened.

Before him, a primitive and weathered precious sword was floating.

The sword was three feet long, with three ancient characters engraved on its body: "Heavenly God Sword".

Heavenly God Sword?

Could this be Jian Wudi's true form?

The Divine Infant reached out and grasped the hilt of the Heavenly Sword.

A thick killing intent surged from the sword body.

This Heavenly Sword must have slaughtered countless living beings to accumulate such dense killing intent.

After thinking for a moment, the Divine Infant sat down.

He wanted to refine this Heavenly Sword.

Before that, he had to refine all the divine body fragments left behind by Jian Wudi into divine liquid.

This process was not difficult.

With the help of the Zhu Xian Sword Manual, the divine body fragments were quickly chopped into fine divine sand.

The divine sand radiated dense God Yuan.

The Divine Infant took the Heavenly Sword and began the long process of refinement.

When he opened his eyes again, a hundred days had passed.

A hundred days without rest or sleep had resulted in the completion of the Heavenly Sword's refinement.

This Heavenly God Sword was very strange.

The runes within the sword were intricate and complex.

Large runes encased small runes, and small runes encased even smaller ones.

Different runes combined together to form systems with various functions.

After refining the runes on the sword, four words surged in Zhang Xingyu's heart: "I've struck it rich!"

At the central rune, Zhang Xingyu found a shining golden light.

This golden light was the true spirit of the Heavenly Sword God Venerable that had been scattered by the Tribulation Heavenly Thunder, which was the sword spirit of this divine sword.

Zhang Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

He carved a divine soul imprint onto the sword spirit.

From now on, this Heavenly Sword that wanted to devour him would have to obediently follow his commands.

After refining the Heavenly Sword, Zhang Xingyu felt exhausted and weak in his limbs.

At this moment, he just wanted to have a good sleep.

However, in this Sword Tomb, who knew what dangers still existed?

Sleep?

Not sleep?

In the end, the desire to sleep gained the upper hand.

Thus, Zhang Xingyu closed his eyes again.

"Snore, snore..."

Rhythmic snoring sounded in the Sword Tomb.

The Heavenly God Sword emerged from his brow, circling and dancing in the Sword Tomb accompanied by the snoring.

As it danced, it wantonly spat out sword intent.

"Snap, snap, snap..."

On the ground, the forest of flying swords shattered one after another.

When the last flying sword turned into fragments, it danced twice more in the air with satisfaction, then turned into a golden light and flew into Zhang Xingyu's brow.

The Sword Tomb was deathly silent.

Zhang Xingyu sat quietly on the high platform, covered in a thick layer of dust.

The next day, he woke up from his deep sleep, feeling refreshed.

He sank his consciousness into the Divine Court.

In the center of the Divine Sea, a shallow layer of divine sand was piled up.

On top of the divine sand, the bean-sized divine body sat cross-legged.

Beside him, a huge, antique-looking divine sword was stuck in the ground.

The Divine Infant opened his eyes and carefully examined this Heavenly God Sword.

Then, the Divine Infant beckoned to the Heavenly God Sword and said softly: "Small, small, small!"

The Heavenly God Sword shook, and reluctantly transformed into a small sword the size of an embroidery needle, which was gently grasped in the divine body's hand.

"Haha! Truly a divine sword! I've struck it rich again!"

The divine body laughed loudly.

A moment later, his fingers moved slightly, and the Heavenly God Sword turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the void of the Divine Court.

At the same time, a golden sword tattoo the size of a silver needle appeared on Zhang Xingyu's right wrist.

Looking at the golden sword tattoo on his hand, Zhang Xingyu felt wonderful inside.

He tapped a rhythm with his hand, humming softly: "I'm rich, I'm rich, I have the Ruyi Sun-Shooting Bow in my left hand, and the Invincible Heavenly God Sword in my right..."

After gloating to himself for a long time, Zhang Xingyu's excited mood finally calmed down.

He looked around and only then discovered that the original forest of swords had disappeared.

Eh! I just took a nap, how come all these swords are gone?

When he saw the fragments of flying swords all over the ground, he patted his head and said softly: "It seems these flying swords have all shattered."

He stood up quickly and kept looking around.

Although the spirituality of these flying swords in the Sword Tomb had mostly disappeared, it would still take a lot of effort to smash them all.

Could it be that there was some other mysterious power in this Sword Tomb?

Zhang Xingyu carried the Fire Dragon and carefully explored the surroundings.

After exploring for a long time, he failed to find anything unusual.

More than ten steps ahead was the nine-story high platform built with flying swords.

"Crack, crack..."

Stepping on the fragments of the flying swords, Zhang Xingyu climbed onto the nine-story high platform.