Cang Ming's knife fell, and the mottled back was shattered.
Qingyan's tiger palm directly broke the waist of the slender translucent humanoid. She roared, and then sent the Cang Ming Knife heavily into the place where the humanoid half appeared.
The piece inside the back shell is like a swamp-like flowing animal. At this moment, King Gu Yu burst out with astonishing resistance, but the resistance did not last long, and the Cangming Sword completely cut off her life.
"Boom——!"
There was a muffled sound.
Qing Yan stepped on the broken corpse of King Gu Meng and roared, attracting thunder from the sky and turning it into a thunder prison, causing the polluted corpse to be annihilated by the power of God.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at Li Xi'an, "She is full of hatred for you, and it is this overwhelming hatred that makes her lost in paleness. Why? Don't you seem to be loved by others?"
Li Xi'an choked.
"Her breath is somewhat familiar to me. I once walked through the Yellow River for the second time, and when I was planning to rush to Shiwanda Mountain as soon as possible along the narrow space under the Yellow River, I encountered a clam girl who was in the realm of the Yang God and served a deformed black man. Snake." Li Xi'an looked at the fragments buried by Qingyan. The translucent flesh and blood and back shell disappeared in the thunder light, and wisps of black mist evaporated. Before they could break through the thunder prison, they turned into dust like the flesh and blood.
"Are they dead?"
"Yes, they are dead. The death of the deformed black snake is inevitable, but I gave the clam girl a chance." Li Xi'an's eyes were calm.
"I'm afraid that this ancient man is a blood relative of that clam girl. I don't know how he can identify me now. My eyes are blinded by hatred, and my soul is soaked with evil spirits." Li Xi'an pondered, "But this is not right. , look at the little demons here, in their eyes King Gu Meng has been here a long time ago, and his behavior has never changed."
"Perhaps this creature was not polluted before, until now when the Vast Sea hits. The Vast Sea brings more than just dead people, and it is not surprising that there is filth hidden in it." Qing Yan said.
Makes sense.
Li Xi'an nodded slowly, but his intuition told him that the matter was far from that simple. There is more to this Yellow River Basin than meets the eye. The fish-dragon ghost coffin appears here, and the door leading to Shiwan Mountain also appears here. The arrival and entrenchment of King Gu Yu was no accident.
If Li Xi'an had the ability to dive into the abyss under the Yellow River to explore in the past, he might be able to find some clues. The bottom never appeared in the picture of this narrow space in his memory. In other words, he never really knew the true face of this Yellow River abyss.
But not now, there is no time.
Qingyan is not suitable for diving into the abyss.
"Let's go, the road is still long, this is just an interlude." Li Xi'an said, no longer thinking about these things.
The top priority should be to deal with those monsters and monsters on the road.
Qingyan raised his head to indicate that she understood, turned around, and turned into lightning in an instant. The death of King Furun is far from the end. The sky is gloomy, black torrential rain pours, and pale shadows criss-cross under the black sky. Their numbers are endless, and they are killing them endlessly!
Li Xi'an took a deep breath. He regretted letting Qing Yan do this.
This scale of rotten pollution has appeared openly on the land of Kyushu, which proves that everything is about to collapse. Whether Kyushu sublimated in the disaster, or whether the vast sea submerged the earth, is about to usher in their results. Judging from the scene before us, the situation in Kyushu does not seem to be good. The boundless sea cannot crush the new Kyushu, but the filth can.
It has been like this since ancient times. The one who emerged from the moon once told an incident: Kyushu was supposed to fall and lose its vitality. The pale color was a sign of the rules and the end of the realm's death. This process of death has been delayed until now by the Supremes and the Evolved Ones, but it never means the departure of death!
"Do they miss you so much?" Qing Yan growled.
She faced the endless pale wave, and even her soul was squeezed to the extreme.
This was the first time since she took hold of the Cangming Sword that she felt troublesome when faced with "killing".
"Also, have you dealt with these things before? So you are really lucky to die of old age in a sense?" The lightning was like a prison, and the murderous tiger stood in the center of the prison. She let out a deafening roar, shocking Heaven and earth. That is the tiger's roar that makes all spirits feel fear. The fear of the apex predator will once again emerge from the depths of the blood.
But the filth are not living beings, they don't feel fear, only the huge will to tear each other apart and devour them drives them forward.
The blue thunder light did not tear apart the waves as usual.
She fell into it.
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Along the Yellow River, corpses were pushed everywhere, and pale mountains were arched.
Thunder light danced in it, accompanied by blood. Faced with this kind of battle, Qing Yan was still injured. A piece of dirt bit off a large piece of flesh and blood on his right arm, revealing his pale bones. This is nothing to Qing Yan, not even an injury, but what is terrible is that white floc gradually grows on the surface of the wound. Lightning cannot destroy this material in a short time, and it eats away at Qing Yan's soul. , in order to strengthen oneself.
She used the Cang Ming Knife to cut off the entire area to get better.
But the wound caused by the Cangming Sword is not too good. To remove the pale substance on it, you have to use the Heavenly Punishment of the Cangming Sword.
"Nan Zhu, have you ever thought about this situation?" Qing Yansha's consciousness was blurred. In front of her eyes were only the twisted white creatures that rushed towards her, and she just chopped them apart, and the huge creatures fell in front of her.
"Honestly, no." The old voice sounded in my ears.
It is impossible for Li Xi'an to stay in the outside world in this situation. He lives deep in Qingyan's imperial realm, so he can see the situation in the outside world clearly.
The Imperial Realm is pitch black, with occasional flashes of lightning and ghosts wailing past.
"I may not be able to kill him." Qing Yan said solemnly.
"No!" The next moment, she rejected the previous sentence. "Can!"
She growled, seeing a way out in her eyes.
Under the pale tide, she saw a gap.
"Bang——!" The black fire burned and surrounded Qing Yan's body, as if she were covered with a layer of ancient and thick armor.
The muscles are bulging, and the tiger's body is powerful and graceful. Even if it is injured, it does not obscure the majesty of the king.
She lowered her body, exerted force with her tiger palms, and the Cang Ming Sword vibrated. The seal characters on the blade were brighter than ever before! Even at this moment, the heavy rain disappeared, the sky cracked, and the sun shone through the hole, creating a rain of sharp blades!
The incoming wave was actually suppressed.
Qing Yan captured the gap between the filth with incomparable clarity, like a waterless hole appearing under a tsunami.
She rushed straight out, faster than the light rain, and everything along the way was torn apart by lightning and divine power!
But the moment she was about to jump out of the wave, a huge claw stopped in front of her and slapped her back hard.
The huge power caused Qingyan to fly upside down, and his soul was buzzing with it. The bones made a crisp sound, obviously the sudden blow made her uncomfortable. Even the armor transformed into black flames burst into pieces.
Qingyan hit the ground hard, and fell into the white pile of corpses she had created with her own hands. When she raised her head, she could look closely at the face of a corpse.
The pale waves closed, and she had no chance to take advantage of them.
In the distance, a huge pale hand slapped the ground, and then the ground cracked, revealing an extremely huge arm, shoulders, and a laughing head.
Li Xi'an stared at the humanoid monster standing upright, his eyes narrowed slightly.
This image is more like an ancestral statue than a defiled and corrupted creature. The aura escaping from it was even more terrifying than that of Yixiang Zu. It opened its arms and stood in the pale ocean. Thousands of filth were raised up to it, whispering and chanting along with it.
There were snickers from all directions, like a hunter looking down at his prey from a high place.
Qing Yan also noticed.
She is not weaker than the fallen ancestor statue, but the situation is too unfavorable for her.
If it were in the snowfield, she could kill the opponent until they were dust, but not here. This place has almost become the lair of the filth. During the breath, even the spirit was dirty.
She stood up from the mountain of corpses and appeared in human form, surrounded by black fire like flowing clouds, molded into ancient iron armor. She holds a knife in her right arm, and the other arm is wrapped in thunder. The whole world is filled with pale ebb and flow, as if she is fighting the world alone!
There were not many souls left, so she prepared to kill her. The further she went, the slimmer her chances became.
But she heard voices coming from the Imperial Realm.
"enough."
"What?" Qing Yan was stunned, subconsciously thinking that Nan Zhu had regained his strength again, but nothing happened deep in the Imperial Realm. The old man was still sitting there with his breath declining.
It’s just that there’s something extra in my hand.
A golden, coin-like token.
The runes lit up on the token, and terrifying fluctuations spread, as if there was a ferocious beast hidden in the token peering into the world.
One more chapter
No update yesterday, as compensation
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