"This..." All the powerful people noticed and felt Yang Ning's change.
Especially behind Yang Ning, there was a sea of blood. As dusk approached, it became even more bizarre, almost comparable to the eighteenth level of hell.
"What has he awakened to?" Many people saw an ancient song, which was the breath from the near prehistoric world, and the vastness was endlessly swirling.
"Such an ancient aura, could it be..." As a strong man from the Demon Sect, he naturally knew some secrets about the Beixuan Sword Sect's Sword Killing. Based on what he saw at this moment, he made a bold guess.
"According to legend, the sword of the Beixuan Sword Sect came from the sky, was made with blood, and became the killing sword. I think that sentence should be fulfilled..."
"Come out with the killing sword and kill the road..."
Although killing is a must for every cultivator in the world, no one really wants to indulge in killing.
Because the intention to kill is difficult to control, which is why for thousands of years, the killing sword has no owner.
There are very few records of the stories from thousands of years ago, and this killing sword has been gradually forgotten. It was not until the recent appearance of the blood light that it was remembered that the Beixuan Sword Sect once owned this sword.
"The killing sword is out, killing the road. It has become a trend..." He seemed to be talking to himself, but he also reminded the disciples of the Demon Sect around him to make their own decisions.
The bloody world stretched between heaven and earth, and terrifying and lengthy war songs continued to echo. The breath of killing is constantly spraying out from the bloody world, which is breathtaking.
Even the envoys of the Nine Palaces and the Lord of the Kingdom, who were fighting, were watching.
"I didn't expect that a swordsman from Beixuan Sword Sect could possess such a powerful weapon. Isn't this no different from me in Yinfeng Valley..." A strange smile appeared on the corner of the Nine Palace Envoy's mouth, as if he had seen a road full of blood. , where rivers of blood flowed, and corpses were scattered all over the place.
"This..." The king was flustered, because he also saw that in that picture, there was only one sword, penetrating the heaven and earth, like a master, no one could see his true appearance, and the fields were covered with blood.
"Is it him?" The king didn't want to believe it, but at this moment, Yang Ning was the owner of the sword. In other words, the figure in the picture he saw must be him.
However, the state of mind of the king was not that of an ordinary strong person. He quickly realized that although he had seen some scenes, they were still in the future, or they were imaginary. Moreover, the enemy in front of him was present, so this was an urgent emergency.
"Perhaps, you will be decisive in killing in the future, but at this moment, you are still worried." The king raised the power sword again, sacrificed the seal, and attacked Hell Mountain.
"Hmph!" Seeing that he was unable to separate, the Ninth Palace Envoy just snorted coldly, and the Hell Mountain's momentum was overwhelming, and he blasted away.
And high in the sky, there was only a hint of the setting sun. Under the setting sun, Ding Mo stood with his hands behind his back, his green shirt dancing in the wind.
But at the moment when Yang Ning broke out, he finally felt a little moved.
"The power of killing? How could he have such power?" It was Ding Mo who was deeply afraid when he saw such power.
But seeing Yang Ning possess such power, I felt a little excited.
Although I went down by myself just now and asked Yang Ning for ten years, if a genius grows up normally, it is impossible to reach that state in ten years. Only amazing adventures can achieve it. But now it seems that there is no shortage of such adventures, but the intensity is lacking.
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The color of blood covered up the torrential rain, as if it was not raining in this world, but a real rain of blood, which was horrifying.
The eldest disciple opposite him had a look of fear at the moment, completely shocked by the momentum. At the same time, he found that the space around him seemed to have a solid feeling, making it impossible for him to move freely.
But with his own cultivation, he can still launch an offensive.
The eldest disciple roared loudly, and the magic wheel flew towards the bloody world behind Yang Ning. And in his hand, an iron lock stretched out.
A two-pronged approach is perfect.
If Yang Ning falls into the trap, it will be an unparalleled adventure for the senior brother.
The sword body, even the divine sword, and the brilliant power shown at this moment will all fulfill him. Thinking of this, the senior brother is so excited that he completely forgets that he was still shocked just now.
Huhu...
Hua Hua...
The sound was not clear in the rain of blood, but it was terrifying.
"Faster, faster, faster..." The senior brother was very excited, because he was still one step away from his success, just one step away.
Yang Ning was filled with killings, and there was a sword across his eyes. He was attracted by the ancient and desolate momentum, and seemed to have a feeling of confusion.
"Yang Ning..." Seeing that Yang Ning was indifferent to Senior Brother's attack, he hurriedly called out, hoping to wake Yang Ning up.
Maybe it was the call of the voice, or maybe Yang Ning felt that he was in danger. When the magic wheel and Yin Feng Mie were three feet away from him, Yang Ning's eyes finally became brighter.
It was the light that broke through the sky with a sword. There was only a slight ray of light, but Yang Ning caught it.
"Kill..." The words spat out like blood, like blood jade and filled with killing intent.
With a desolate aura, a terrifying sword energy formed from the blood.
Like light and electricity, it takes shape instantly.
The killing sword was raised, and the whistling magic wheel was blown away, while the Yin Feng Mie, who was constantly passing through, was more than two feet away in the blink of an eye.
"Huh?" Yang Ning's expression condensed, because he felt the tingling pain on his skin, and there seemed to be a force pulling on his own strength in his abdomen.
Yang Ning swung his sword and cut it in front of him like a knife. At the same time, the three-foot space around him rose again, preventing Yin Feng Mie from entering.
The three-foot space that was originally a mess has been baptized by killing, and only the color of blood remains.
There is only endless killing in Yin Hong.
Even Yang Ning didn't know what he would become in the future, and this series of actions was not directed by himself, but entirely subconsciously by Jian.
Ding!
It was like cutting into tofu, without any obstruction, and only the sound of metal breaking came out.
Yin Feng Mie's iron lock snapped in response. Because Jian Jian lost control of his dominant force, he was instantly shattered by the bloody three-foot space.
"I don't know what's good or bad." Yang Ning snorted coldly, as if he was a different person, cold and decisive.
For a person who dares to resist, there seems to be only one word that can describe his fate.
That is "death."
Yang Ning's change surprised even Yang Zhen, who was not far away. Although Yang Ning was decisive in doing things in the past, he was not as cold as this. What on earth had he experienced? Yang Zhen guessed, and at the same time began to rush to Yang Ning's side for help. After all, Yang Ning's current state was very bad and full of unfulfilled thoughts. Yang Zhen didn't want Yang Ning to lose himself.
Fang Tian Huaji took advantage of this period of time to break through the blockade and soon came to less than two feet away from Yang Ning.
However, at this moment, a shocking scene appeared.
Yang Ning's sword, which was originally facing his senior brother, suddenly turned around.
"Kill..." The ancient and desolate murderous intention changed its direction, and actually raised the sword to slash at Yang Zhen.
"Yang Ning..." Yang Zhen hurriedly defended, and finally came to the conclusion that Yang Ning at this moment has gone crazy. No, he should be controlled by killing, and he can't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
"Yang Ning, I am Yang Zhen..."
Yang Zhen shouted, and Fang Tian drew a halberd to greet him, trying to prevent Yang Ning from coming out of this state.
But Yang Ning's eyes were cold, as if he had fallen into confusion after regaining consciousness just now. He only knew that someone approaching him was an enemy.
What's more, the sharp aura of the divine body just now aroused Yang Ning's subconscious desire to kill.
"Yang Ning, wake up..." Yang Zhen knew that at this moment, he was definitely not Yang Ning's opponent, especially if he was dominated by that bloody space, let alone blocked, but as brothers, he could only do this, and he absolutely could not Watching his brother become a cold-blooded animal controlled by killing.
Ding!
The swords and halberds clashed, emitting violent force, causing everyone around them to avoid it. Even the senior brother, after Yin Feng Mie was defeated, could only run away bleeding.
"Yang Ning... wake up... wake up..." Yang Zhen spit out golden blood, which spattered three feet and spat on Yang Ning's face.
The hot blood mist seemed to give Yang Ning a sense of clarity, and her mind gradually condensed in the sea of consciousness.
"Yang Zhen..." Yang Ning called softly, feeling as if he was wandering on the edge of hell. His mind was very tired, and he had a feeling that it could be shattered at any time.
"Wake up quickly..." Yang Zhen ignored his own reaction, and golden blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, which was particularly eye-catching among the blood.
"Yang Zhen, I'm so tired..." Yang Ning stammered softly. A vague aura seemed to be gradually affecting Yang Ning, and Yang Ning's slightly clear eyes were even brighter and darker.
At this moment, a shadow of a person suddenly appeared in the sky.
"Leave it to me." Ding Mo finally took action.
The killing power is extremely overbearing, and even Ding Mo cannot really suppress it, but if he does not take action at this time, then Yang Ning will completely lose himself and become a killing machine.
A pure power, carrying Ding Mo's mental power, was transported into Yang Ning's body.
"Senior..." Before Yang Zhen could react, he saw Ding Mo and Yang Ning leaving Yukong.
"The divine body still needs to grow..." Ding Mo left a sentence, having high expectations for Canglan's hegemonic body.
Although Yang Zhen never paid attention to why his blood changed color, he gradually understood that his blood must be related to the growth of his divine body.
Moreover, what Ding Mo said when he left also made Yang Zhen gradually understand that his body still needs to grow.
"Thank you." Looking at the direction Ding Mo left, Yang Zhen said softly, and then Fang Tian unfolded his halberd because there were enemies around him.
Yang Zhen seemed to be infected by Yang Ning. Fang Tian painted the halberd and danced, moving the sky, and the rain seemed to be affected, dancing in the divine light.
"Kill!" Directly and forcefully, with one stab and one stab, a strong man was drowned in the rain of blood.
On the other side, Ding Mo took Yang Ning to fly into the sky, but he frowned because Yang Ning's body could be said to be in very bad condition.
Especially Yang Ning's sea of consciousness was almost submerged by the bloody ocean, and even the foundation deep in the sea of consciousness was dim.
However, after witnessing Yang Ning's strength, Ding Mo was also shocked by Yang Ning's foundation when exploring the Sea of Knowledge.
Because Yang Ning's foundation can only be described in one word, that is horror.
After all, he is the daughter of the young lady. This kind of foundation is probably incomparable to those geniuses in the family who clamor all day long.
But the most urgent task now is to control the bloody ocean in Yang Ning's sea of consciousness and guide it out.
A majestic force entered Yang Ning's sea of consciousness and controlled Yang Ning with one hand to prevent him from struggling. Ding Mo began to suppress and even channel the killing power.
But after all the efforts, it seems to have no results.
"Unexpectedly, this killing power is actually connected with Yang Ning's sea of consciousness, and it is impossible to guide it out." Ding Mo felt so disappointed that he could only give up this idea in the end and began to suppress the blood in Yang Ning's sea of consciousness. The power of killing.
At this critical moment, the only way to save him is to seal. Although it cannot prevent future troubles forever, at least until he becomes a strong mountaineer, he cannot be affected by the power of killing. As for the follow-up, Ding Mo didn't know how to proceed.
However, as time went by, Ding Mo discovered that Yang Ning's subconscious seemed to be deliberately guiding this force to plunder freely, which made Ding Mo feel numb.
"You said you were fine, but you insist on trying to control this kind of power. It's really..." Ding Mo was speechless.
