Of course, Yu Beidou had already been prepared and fully vigilant.
The Blood Demon was also startled for a moment, because the level of power he felt in this voice was no longer Divine Presence or Dongzhen... it was already at the pinnacle of transcendence!
A strong man of Yan Dao!
With his ancient origins and vision, he certainly would not make a mistake in judgment.
So the hexagram master's suicide turns out to be not the end, nor is it admitting defeat and leaving, but just another beginning?
At the cost of death, to usher in the arrival of this powerful man of Yan Dao?
The showdown between the art of blood possession and the art of fate possession is not over at all? !
Such an imposing opening, asking a question with such a mysterious aura, sounded very much like an ancient powerful man who had been sleeping for a long time...
He has been sleeping for many years and has only been awakened now?
Who is it?
The Blood Demon searched for the few memories he had from the source, but found nothing.
But at the next moment, that aging and mysterious voice became confusing: "Who am I?"
Then he seemed to get angry.
The blood mist fluctuated accordingly——
"Who is calling me? Thief Sun! You stand up and try!? Do you have a sense of public morality? Do you want to sleep?"
Blood Demon:......
Yu Beidou:......
One has ancient origins, and the other has been performing hexagrams for half a lifetime, both of which can be called strong, but at this moment, they are all speechless.
I really don’t know what to say.
The performance of this powerful Yandao master was far from what he expected!
He didn't get any response, and the aging voice continued, muttering to himself: "It's such a familiar blood... Do I recognize it?"
"It seems to be a fortune teller..."
"Yes, it's a fortune teller."
The aging voice gradually confirmed, as if slowly recalling something, and then became indifferent: "I remember. The fortune teller spent half his life working hard and asked me... to give him a sword."
The sound fell.
The blood-colored mist that was dense in the cave seemed to tremble at this moment, and then suddenly shrank and condensed infinitely... The blood-colored mist was actually pressed into substance, and instantly gathered into a sword!
This is a... handleless sword.
From beginning to end, it's all about swordsmanship.
Colorless, translucent.
Only in the sword body, there is a faint blood-colored Bagua pattern floating and sinking, which seems to represent the traces of the Gua Master.
Proof that he once existed.
Although the body is gone, the soul is destroyed.
This sword is condensed from the remains of his body.
In a sense, it also carried out his will.
So the sword rises!
This colorless sword with hexagram patterns was light and fluttery when it moved, not sharp. There was no big movement, it just stood upright in the air...
Just such a simple stroke makes all the difference.
It's hard to describe that scene and that feeling.
There was no sound or any other color.
The cave walls are not visible.
There was only a line of upright sword light, swaying alone in the smoke and dust.
The sword light is colorless and invisible, and it almost does not exist in the visual world. But in the world of spiritual consciousness, in the world observed by the soul——
This sword light cannot be ignored and cannot be stopped. It is as majestic as a mountain, connecting the sky and the earth!
Yu Beidou, who was sitting cross-legged in the air, pointed his sword sharply. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that he had not moved.
The blood demon's body lying on the ground was filled with blood. When he looked again, the blood light had completely disappeared.
They couldn't make any sound.
Their secret techniques, moves... and all the efforts they made seemed like they didn't exist at all and had never happened.
They didn't seem to resist.
Only the light of the sword was destroying.
The blood demon's neck had already been cut open, and the blood kept flowing, corroding the ground, and after a long time, it meandered into a stream.
At this time, the bloody stream was disappearing inch by inch.
If a strong man above the Divine Realm looked carefully, he would be able to see that traces of sword energy were gradually strangling the blood in extremely tiny inches.
The blood beads were actually destroyed by the sword energy.
The blood demon's eyes were wide open, and the emotions he showed were anger and fear, and his lips were constantly pursed. I don’t know if he was threatening, or angry or cursing.
But all was silent.
This bloody stream resolutely "regressed", constantly dissolving... and was cut clean in this way.
The wound on the Blood Demon's neck was torn open immediately, and the entire head was torn off and then smashed into pieces.
Then comes the torso, then the limbs...
During this process, blood continued to surge from the blood demon's body, and he was repeatedly killed.
It keeps producing blood and keeps being chopped into pieces.
In such monotonous repetition, he was finally killed cleanly.
It's not like it disappeared.
Instead, it is chopped into pieces that are too small and broken into one thousandth of a grain of dust, making it impossible for ordinary people to see clearly with the naked eye, and it seems to disappear.
The corpses were actually piled there. They were just muscles, bones and blood, all turned into a pile of thin "dust".
The sword light treats everyone equally, coming here to kill all living creatures.
However, the Blood Demon was reluctantly pushed in front by Yu Beidou and took the damage, so he was cut into pieces first.
This sword is really long.
Perhaps it's because the details of destroying enemies are too clear, so it seems lengthy.
After crushing the blood demon, Yu Beidou was not spared.
The first thing to break was the blood bag on the back of his head, which still contained part of the Blood Demon's life blood and was still twisting and struggling. Wherever the sword energy swept, it dispersed like smoke.
Then his toes, fingers...
Facing this sword, the current real person Yu Beidou's performance was slightly stronger, and he could control the steps of body destruction to a certain extent, starting from a less important place...
But that's about it.
The colorless and invisible sword light in his vision finally swept over him.
The highest achiever in the art of fortune-telling in this world was chopped into pieces in the cave of Duanhun Gorge, silently.
There is no living thing in this cave now.
The colorless hexagram pattern sword is still standing upright in the air, and the blood-colored hexagram pattern is looming in the sword body, like a fish swimming in the water, rising and falling uncertainly.
"This sword leaves no ghost behind."
The aging voice said: "Fortune teller, is this what you want?"
The bloody hexagram patterns dissipated and disappeared into the sword body.
As if to say, that's it.
The aging voice only left a sigh.
Then the hexagram pattern sword gathered by the disintegration of the hexagram master's corpse also dissipated.
It was only at this time that all things other than the sword light began to return.
Caves, stone pillars, sounds...
Boom!
Boom!
A sword-shaped smoke rose into the sky.
The stone pillars of the Blood Sacrifice Life-Locking Formation and the cliffs of the Broken Soul Gorge were all shattered.
This cave on the cliff is completely penetrated by this sword-shaped smoke!
How high are the cliffs on both sides of Duanhun Gorge?
It is as high as a dangerous peak without reaching the top, and travelers feel like they are about to die at this point.
And this sword-shaped smoke directly penetrated the cliff on this side, leaving only a sword-shaped hole from bottom to top.
The smoke reached tens of thousands of feet into the sky, and then it finally stopped and dispersed.
At this time, if someone looks down at Duanhun Gorge from a high dome, he will see that the steep Duanhun Gorge is like a gap opening in the earth. But on the cliff east of Duanhun Gorge, there is a deep cave...
It is exactly "the sky opens with a thin line, the sword opens with a glance!"
