One shot, extremely fast, sure to hit, sure to kill!
The spear struck out horizontally, causing the space to begin to annihilate and collapse. Life and death collided with each other, hitting the depths of the heart, penetrating the void and reality, and turning everything around into nothingness.
Until this evil force was completely eradicated, Xiao didn't have time to say another word.
Because, it all happened too fast, too fast.
…………
Overseas in China, on an isolated island, an ancient shrine stands, seemingly recording an unprecedented battle.
Hundreds of miles underground in the shrine, layers of holy energy chains seal the body of the eternal evil dragon. The eight flat cuts on the neck tell the story of past battles.
In the deep and quiet underground space, a sudden change occurred today——
"hateful!"
There was only an angry shout, and dark purple evil haze spread from the broken neck, constantly fighting against the golden chain of holy energy.
"Xiao, what happened?" Another voice sounded.
An angry voice came out: "The person from back then is still alive, Emperor Chang An, you missed it!"
As the words fell, the evil haze suddenly rose around the dragon's body, and an arrogant voice sounded:
"In the past, his body and sword were completely shattered. Although his soul was not in his body, he must have suffered a lot of damage, but he was able to survive."
This is undoubtedly astonishing. Judging from Xiao's attitude, the other party not only survived, but also improved to a higher level and has not been affected by the evil stain. This is definitely a big trouble.
More importantly, they only learned about this news today, and what it represents may not be as simple as it seems.
Another voice came out: "If he is not dead, then is Jiutian Xuanzun the same?"
"Lonely Emperor believes that Shenzu will never fail."
After Chang An Huang finished his answer, there was no movement.
The Seven Souls of Baqi all understand how powerful the power of God is, so they naturally have confidence in him.
After a moment, a somewhat elegant voice sounded: "The Heavenly Evils have suffered repeated losses, and the return of the dragon head is also far away."
Then, there was disdain from a rough voice: "They just care too much, and their loyalty is not yet known. Look at the Yu Nengtian appointed by me, and the Evil Prison Ming King appointed by the Tianhui Sect, that can be called loyal."
A new voice sounded: "For us, whether the dragon head returns is actually not too important."
"It's best to return to nature. Also, Prince Ming, I agree with your point of view this time. Unfortunately, only Prince Ming is intact now."
Just as Tianhuizong finished speaking, the evil haze that had just calmed down started rioting again, and the rough King Mu said angrily:
"Well, how brave!"
"What happened?" Tianhuizong asked.
The late king's answer was beyond everyone's expectations: "Yunengtian is dead."
However, what he waited for was not comfort, but: "Some people just said that the person they appointed was loyal. Now it seems that loyalty is not directly proportional to ability."
The fate of the Eight Tribes carries part of their power. The failure of the evil power to return means that King Jingxie has followed in the footsteps of King Asura and others.
"Okay, don't make sarcastic remarks. Losing half of the Eight Tribes will have an impact on our plans."
"As long as King Ming is fine, it will only be a matter of time before we come back."
…………
In the Valley of the Wind, the sky and the earth returned to darkness, the sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle. Yeyun said carelessly:
"Boss, look at you, you've made people so angry. Will they cry when they go back?"
Should I say it or not, the evaluation of that scene just now is: wonderful!
As for the character of the boss, isn't Baqi going to the gunpoint? Now it's better, all face is lost, that is, there are no other viewers here.
Otherwise, it won't take tomorrow for the new version of the novel to be released in the misery, and Baqi will be remembered in disguise and leave his name in history. It's a pity, a pity.
Ye Yun sighed in his heart, even though it was only at the beginning, but based on the performance of Yaqi Evil God just now, it was difficult for him to look down on him.
What is the beginning of disaster, the beginning of all evil, being sprayed by your boss like a dog, or even worse than a dog...
He can only act like he did just now, incompetently and furiously, and then get out in despair, without even making a single move. How can such a waste be valued by someone like him?
Lin Chongyang stood up, and then said to Ye Yun: "My defeated general is not worthy of sighing. Xiaoyun, I will leave the Torch Feng Bi to you, just take it back."
"Yeah, okay." After responding, Ye Yun shrunk his figure and headed towards Feng Shang Ancient Cave.
After watching Ye Yun leave, Lin Chongyang shifted his gaze to another place.
When he was talking to Yubian Jialuo just now, he had already determined the location of the different space. Because Earth and Ming had arranged it at the connection point, it was not difficult to find it.
At that time, he also allocated part of his strength to help Yuan Bianjia Luo to figure out those things faster. As long as the idea in this regard was born, it would be quickly expanded, which could save him a lot of effort.
In any case, the goal has been achieved anyway, and the problem of Yuanbian Jialuo and Jufeng Bi is no longer a problem now.
The primary problem now is the Yamata Dragon Head from another space, and the evil-stained desert eagle. The former is fine, but the latter...
"It's troublesome."
With a slight sigh, Lin Chongyang saw the Heavenly Order in his hand move, and the sharp blade drew out across the sky, flowing like clouds and flowing water.
In an instant, the space was cut, and the huge crack spread thousands of miles in an instant, and the turbulence surged across the entire sky, like a huge black canyon, and like a completely black eye socket.
Suddenly——
Roar!
Dark purple evil haze surged out from the depths, as if placing an eyeball in the empty eye socket, shocking people's hearts.
The dragon's roar came out from it, and the next moment, the evil dragon's energy was seen to materialize, and it was heard again:
"When it comes to the path of the world, how bright is the sky and the earth; when it comes to martial arts, how can one cut off the gods with one sword?"
boom--!
The evil dragon's energy surged out from the cracks, and its majestic power caused the mountain below to shake violently, as if it was about to collapse.
And on top of the dragon's head, a person stood with gray hair, holding a long blue knife, and the knife around him was cold and cold. He was the lonely eagle in the desert.
The evil dragon roars furiously, and the purple haze surges. The eight swords that killed the dragon in the past have become the minions of the evil god now.
With just one glance, Lin Chongyang could conclude that the Eight-Qi Evil Dye had already invaded the Desert Eagle's internal organs, limbs, and even its brain and spirit.
Similarly, the ancient prophet's back hand also appeared in his sight.
When comrades-in-arms meet again after a lifetime, the atmosphere is solemn for a moment, and then reaches the extreme in the blink of an eye!
"The knife enters the perversion of the situation!"
As soon as they met face to face, it goes without saying that the lonely eagle in the desert held high the sword of opening up the world, and was full of true energy. Combined with the power of the eight-kid dragon head, it was able to use the ultimate move immediately.
With one strike of the sword, the sharp sword energy was divided into thousands and thousands of forms, formless, impermanent and undetermined, just like wind and cloud converging, covering Lin Chongyang's head.
"Senior, I'm offended."
With a sigh of helplessness, Lin Chongyang held the gun barrel with his backhand and threw the heavenly order directly. The holy energy rippled, and the unprecedented killing energy flooded the sky, aiming directly at the evil dragon's energy.
Then, I saw Lin Chongyang turning his hands and sleeves, and the Spring and Autumn Holy Scroll reappeared in the world:
"The Holy Scroll of Spring and Autumn, the vast abyss of the holy sky covers the bright frost."
