There's someone behind me!
In the lightning flash, the monster's mind was racing, and the most delicate head in the middle suddenly realized something was wrong. Almost at the same time, a hand pressed his shoulder.
He stiffened and turned his head cautiously.
A young swordsman dressed in plain white clothes seemed to have just jumped down from the infinite. His figure was suddenly as big as Xumi Void, almost as high as half of the sky and the earth.
It's obviously eye level.
It gave him the feeling of being condescending, looking down on him from the clouds.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, countless sword chants came from nowhere, ringing in his ears, clear to the sea of consciousness, noisy and sharp, as if they were real, piercing his soul.
The monster's eyes were wide open and he was terrified, because his three heads were extending a thin dark red line from the center of his eyebrows, like a living thing, squirming.
"Tear!"
The next second.
Three heads were torn apart from each other, and blood spurted out desperately.
The two heads on the left and right were not very intelligent and should have been nothing but madness and violence. For the first time in a plane outside the underworld, they showed indescribable horror and horror.
The opponent never really made a move, just relying on his willpower, he was severely injured.
His trump card, which was always unfavorable, the authentic body-protecting luck that he was proud of, was like paper or non-existent at the moment, and he was broken through without even resisting.
"How can this be!"
"Who is he?"
"In the current era, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has not yet fully revived, and the ancients above the three realms are all sleeping. This person...why would such a terrifying creature be born in the human world!"
The monster was completely confused, and all three of its heads were blank.
But what puzzled him even more was what lay behind.
Ghosts are basically soul bodies, and his physical body is a temporary vehicle shaped by authentic luck. Even if his feet are so extraordinary, they are almost on the verge of collapse.
One layer after another.
The dense scars and criss-crossing sword marks were constantly healing and tearing, and he even felt that every drop of blood in his body was screaming and wailing.
This man's sword intention can actually compete with the tunnel. Although he is not the tunnel's body, it is still shocking and unprecedented. You must know that his realm is only Nascent Soul!
How can the monster still have any trace of the perverse arrogance he showed when he just mocked Yi Qinglan?
"Escape, you must escape!"
"If you don't run away, you will die!"
"No, you can't run away, you can't escape!"
"We are locked by his sword intent. If we escape, we will die. We must fight!"
The monster gritted its teeth and roared from its throat. It was about to reveal its true form and have a good fight with the young swordsman who was not even a fraction of his age.
Even if death is certain, there is no reason to lead one's neck to death.
However, in all directions, the majestic sword formation and the sonorous sword chant were no longer visible. However, the three-headed monster remained motionless. It was not that they did not dare to move, but that they were unable to move.
Because the hand that was pressing on the shoulder a second ago appeared above the head.
Tap lightly with your index finger.
"Qiang!"
Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.
I caress the immortal's head and tap my fingers to cut off the world of mortals.
The sword energy fighting was so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye or even the divine consciousness. In almost three or two breaths, the monster was directly blown into a blood mist.
Both spirit and form are destroyed!
The sword energy did not dissipate, but instead traced back to its origin, approaching the secret realm of Changshengtian. After the projection of the ghost gate, the netherworld, Huang Quan Naihe, suddenly smashed down the Baizhang Sword Formation.
In the blink of an eye.
A luxurious mansion was cut into a plain, and there was nothing left within a hundred miles. There was only an endless chasm cut out by force, and the sword's intention was expressed unabashedly.
With Chen Yi's current cultivation level, it is natural that he cannot shake the foundation of the underworld. The reason why he did this was not to destroy the underworld. He had only one purpose.
Afternoon.
I don’t represent anyone, I don’t represent a certain force, I don’t target anyone, I don’t target a certain force, I would like to use my personal will to declare a challenge to everyone present.
I.
Chen Yi.
To the underworld.
Declare war!
