Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

Indra passed two levels in a row with an extremely brilliant performance, and obtained 3000 points, 1000 for the first level and 2000 for the second level.

Emperor Shitian was on trial in the third level of space for three hundred years. He experienced many dangers and also gained many insights, some about the will to fight and some about refining equipment, which were very complicated.

However, he still couldn't find the entrance to the next level.

On this day, several people trapped on the second floor broke through one after another and entered the third floor.

Three hundred years have passed, and they have all grown a lot. King Chiyan and Leng Wuchen have both stabilized at the early stages of the Great Dao, and their cultivation has become three times more solid than before.

Su Rong and Wu Yueling made greater progress. Su Rong reached the peak of the Heavenly Dao, and Wu Yueling reached the initial stage of the Great Dao.

Wu Yueling stared at the endless scorched earth, her eyebrows slightly knitted, and her voice was solemn: "It is rumored that at least one million fighting spirits were buried here, all of them were famous strong men in ancient times."

"If we can awaken any one of them, even if it's just the remaining will, it will be enough to become a powerful aid in sweeping across the heavens."

Her eyes swept around with a barely perceptible hint of expectation.

"The Holy Maiden of the Witch Clan is indeed very knowledgeable!" Upon hearing this, King Blazing Flame's eyes burst into a scorching light.

As a royal family known for its bravery and bellicosity among the demon race, he would naturally not miss such an opportunity to enhance his combat power.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "One million fighting spirits, what a big deal! I want to try and see if I can make these sleeping heroes work for me!"

Before he finished speaking, his hands were already flying like lightning, and mysterious runes burst out from his fingertips, interweaving in the air to form an intricate diagram.

It is the "Soul Summoning Spell" in the secret magic of the demon clan. This spell is specialized in communicating with the dead and controlling their spirits.

As the incantation became more urgent, demonic energy surged from the Blazing King's body, transforming into a pillar of light that reached the sky and rushed straight into the depths of the scorched earth.

"boom!"

Under the scorched earth, it seemed as if some terrifying existence was disturbed.

A murderous aura far more powerful and ferocious than the Blazing King's evil aura suddenly erupted, like an awakened prehistoric beast, and slammed heavily into the Blazing King's summoning spell.

"Puff!" The Blazing King seemed to be struck by lightning. His face instantly turned as pale as paper. He spurted out a mouthful of blood. He staggered and almost fell down.

His eyes widened, filled with horror and unwillingness: "What a strong backlash! These fighting spirits have too much resentment, and ordinary secret methods can't control them at all!"

He tried to calm his mind, but the backlash force was like a maggot in his tarsal bones, wreaking havoc in his soul, causing him unbearable pain and almost destroying his mind and soul.

Seeing this, Leng Wuchen raised a sarcastic sneer at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of contempt in his eyes: "The demon race has brute force, and they also want to get involved in the ancient fighting spirit? They overestimate their own abilities."

He took a step forward, and a transcendental spiritual aura spread out, which was incompatible with the murderous atmosphere of the place.

He put his fingers together like swords and drew in the air. A talisman shining with golden light appeared out of thin air, with divine patterns flowing on it, giving off a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

"God's Realm 'Spirit Control Talisman', command!" Leng Wuchen shouted softly, and the golden talisman turned into a stream of light and shot accurately at a giant sword that was slanted in the ground with more than half of the sword body broken.

"Om-"

The giant sword trembled, and a vague human figure slowly emerged from the sword, with a hint of confusion and violence.

However, this phantom was extremely unstable, with black air lingering around it, fiercely competing with the light of the golden talisman.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Leng Wuchen's forehead as he tried his best to maintain the power of the Spirit Controlling Talisman.

"Roar!" The mutilated fighting spirit let out a low roar and struggled violently.

"Crack!" A crack appeared on the golden talisman.

Leng Wuchen groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He barely managed to control this broken fighting spirit, but it was obvious that the power of the fighting spirit was far beyond his expectations.

The Soul Controlling Talisman could collapse at any time, and all he could control was an extremely weak trace of power from this fighting spirit, which could only last for a moment.

Su Rong was horrified as she watched from the side. Even characters of the level of King Chiyan and Leng Wuchen, one who used the secret magic of the demon clan and the other who sacrificed the talisman of the divine realm, ended up in such an embarrassing situation. This shows how terrifying these fighting spirits are.

Others looked even more solemn and did not dare to try it easily.

For a moment, everyone was caught in a bitter battle, either resisting the ubiquitous murderous intent or being wary of those restless fighting spirits. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Only Indra stood quietly in the center of the soldiers' tomb from beginning to end, as if all the noise from the outside world had nothing to do with him.

His eyes were tightly closed, with a faint light visible between his brows. The chaotic source power in his body was like a trickle, silently seeping into the charred ground beneath his feet.

Different from the forced summoning of the Blazing King and Leng Wuchen's strenuous control, Emperor Shitian's chaotic source power has a characteristic of embracing everything.

It did not try to command or enslave these fighting spirits, but rather communicated and resonated with their remaining consciousness at the deepest level in a gentle manner.

Under the scorched earth, those fighting spirits that had been sleeping for endless years seemed to feel this common and supreme power.

They were no longer restless or violent, and the suffocating murderous intent in the air miraculously eased a little.

At the same time, blurry and ancient scenes appeared before Emperor Shitian's eyes: It was a catastrophe that swept across the heavens. A peerless god of war wearing golden armor and holding a divine spear led millions of heroic souls under his command to fight bloody battles with countless extraterritorial demons.

The blood of God dyed the sky red, and the earth was wailing.

In the end, the God of War was exhausted, and all his soldiers were killed. He let out a tragic roar, and sealed his last wisp of immortal fighting spirit along with the souls of millions of soldiers in the battlefield, turning them into a weapon tomb, waiting for an opportunity to come.

The picture shattered and everything returned to calm.

At this moment, Xiao Qi's crisp reminder sounded in Emperor Shitian's mind: "Ding! It is detected that the host has a deep resonance with the core fighting spirit of this place, and the fighting spirit resonance point is found. Do you want to activate the 'fighting spirit contract' function?"

Indra's heart moved, and he chose "yes" without hesitation.

In an instant, an indescribable will rose from him!

"Rumble--"

The entire vast weapons cemetery shook violently, as if a dragon was turning over.

Those countless broken divine weapons and broken sharp weapons stuck in the scorched earth, as if summoned by some mysterious power, all made sharp buzzing sounds.

Then, one after another, they rose from the ground and turned into streams of light, converging towards Indra like pilgrims, circling and spinning around him, forming a storm composed of weapons!

This sudden and shocking phenomenon made King Chiyan, Leng Wuchen and others who were struggling to hold on all pale with fear. They stopped what they were doing and looked at Emperor Shitian in the center of the storm in disbelief.

Under the protection of billions of weapons, a towering shadow slowly took shape.

He was wearing a tattered but still majestic golden armor, and in his hand he was tightly holding a giant, equally broken divine halberd. Even though he was just a shadow of a remnant soul, his supreme fighting spirit that looked down on the world and conquered the heavens still made everyone present feel a throbbing and submission from the depths of their souls.

It is the legendary ancient god of war!

The deep gaze of the shadow of the God of War penetrated the endless time and space, staring at Emperor Shitian for a long time. There was a hint of surprise, a hint of understanding, and even a hint of relief in that gaze.

His deep and majestic voice, like the sound of a huge bell, resounded deep in everyone's soul: "You... are the heir of the Chaos Bloodline."