On the sword body, the last ray of red light disappeared and turned into deep black.
The body of the sword has dark red lines that are completely natural, outlining the ancient divine inscriptions of judgment and killing.
Bibi Dong’s reaction was the most special.
In the depths of her purple eyes, the light of the mark of the Rakshasa Divine Scythe flickered slightly, creating a subtle opposition and resonance with the suspended long sword.
Her power is cold, mysterious, and evil that corrodes all things.
And the power of this sword is a majestic, fierce, and judge of all things.
The two are clearly distinct!
At this moment, Ning Liu's body shook slightly.
A thought filled with endless will to kill and judge, followed the trace of connection between him and the long sword, and rushed into his spiritual sea!
This idea is not to attack him, but to... recognize the master!
It is no longer the vague, instinctive desire before, but has transformed into a clear, loud, emotionless voice, but full of supreme majesty.
【My name is Shura Sword. 】
There are no redundant words, just four words, but they seem to contain the most original rules between heaven and earth.
In Ningliu's spiritual sea, the phantom of the Kongmeng Sword buzzed, and the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower bloomed with brilliant brilliance, which was able to stabilize his mind.
He felt that his connection with this sword had undergone a qualitative change.
If before, he was just the "user" of this sword, then now, he has become the unique "master" of this sword. It is no longer a cold weapon, but a partner with a real soul.
its sharpness is the extension of his will; its killing intent is the embodiment of his anger.
"Come back."
Ning Liu thought silently in his heart.
Phew!
The Shura Sword suspended in mid-air instantly turned into a dark red stream of light that was almost impossible to catch, and returned to Ning Liu's hand.
The moment he took hold of it, Ning Liu's arm suddenly sank down.
Obviously the appearance has not changed at all, but the weight seems to have increased more than ten times!
What came from the hilt of the sword was no longer the coldness of metal, but a warm feeling with a hint of coolness!
He could clearly "hear" the joy of the sword. It was rejoicing for its new life and surrendered to having found its true master.
"Lord, this...this sword..."
Xu Jiushi looked at Ning Liu, his mouth opened, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
"Good luck, it's just evolution."
Ning Liu weighed the sword in his hand, with a smile on his face.
This is no good luck.
This sword can no longer be called an "imitation".
It swallowed up the entire inherited blood pool left by God Shura in the human world, reshaped the sword body with the purest Shura divine power, and tempered the sword soul.
It is already a real artifact!
"Good luck?"
The corners of Xu Jiushi's eyes twitched.
Taitan shook his head as he listened, his eyes full of awe.
Ning Liu smiled and did not answer.
He put the Shura Sword back into the Lingyun Star Luo Ring, and the edge finally disappeared completely.
"The trouble here is over, we should leave."
Ning Liu looked at Bibi Dong, "This trip to the killing capital can be considered a satisfactory result."
Bibi Dong nodded and glanced across the empty blood pool, the last trace of trance in his eyes disappearing.
The past, let it pass.
…
Douluo God Realm.
This is the place where law and order gather, and it is the supreme destination in the eyes of mortals.
In a divine realm shrouded in endless blood-colored nebulae, a magnificent palace stands.
The palace is made of unknown dark red spar, with countless reliefs of gods and demons wailing engraved on it.
The deepest part of the palace is a vast trial field.
A majestic figure wearing dark red full-body armor, holding a giant sword, and even his face is shrouded in the shadow of a helmet, is sitting on the Judgment Throne.
He is one of the five law enforcement gods in the God Realm, the Shura God in charge of killing and judgment.
Just now, he personally judged an alien evil god who tried to pollute the origin of the plane.
The howl of the evil god still seems to be echoing between the pillars of the temple.
Shura God slowly raised his hand, and the real Shura Demonic Sword was being nourished by his divine power.
This sword is the most powerful killing weapon in the God Realm!
Suddenly, God Shura paused.
His eyes, hidden under the shadow of the helmet, suddenly shot out two bloody divine lights that penetrated time and space.
He sensed it.
At that moment, in the distant lower realm, a coordinate belonging to him changed.
That is the Shura blood pool he left for the successors to conduct the eighth test. It is an important foundation for his power in the mortal world.
Not only that, at the same moment that the blood pool disappeared, a new, pure breath of Shura's divine power disappeared in a flash!
Although the aura is immature and its strength is only at the level of a god, its origin is as pure as the real Shura Demonic Sword in his hand!
Wrong!
Where is his successor?
I am very busy and have no time to pay attention to the lower world!
But he also had some impression.
That is his successor, but he has not reached this stage yet!
Not to mention that he has not found a successor for his spiritual consciousness, then...where does this new breath come from?
God Shura frowned slightly.
The rules of the divine world are absolute.
A god can only have one core inheritor and one natal artifact at the same time.
His Shura Demonic Sword is in his hand, but the breath of new life cannot be faked.
It is as if there is an uncontrollable "variable" within the realm of one's own theocracy.
"Interesting..."
Shura God leaned back on the throne and tapped the armrest with his fingers.
"Is it some reckless guy who is stealing my authority? Or... is it an accident of the rules of the universe, giving birth to another 'miracle'?"
His eyes that see through all things seem to want to penetrate the plane barrier and directly locate the source of the breath.