At this time, Yuan Taixuan had already raised his sword and approached everyone. He raised the sword and dropped it, and several people's heads flew out. The ghost sun demon sword was very powerful, and the light dancing around it seemed inconspicuous, but None of the lives contaminated by that light survived. The light was like sharp thorns. When Yuan Taixuan waved it, they flew out like thorns, and then claimed their lives. invisible.
Only those who are well versed in martial arts can understand the mystery. It is the murderous intention that has been transformed into reality. Without the tempering of hundreds of millions of beings, this murderous intention will definitely not reach this level.
Yuan Taixuan was not seen performing any too esoteric martial arts. He was just picking and stabbing, but those practitioners with profound martial arts had already lost their lives.
The menacing Yuan Taixuan held a long knife in his hand and pointed at Yu Zun from a distance. When his cold blood-stained eyes glanced at Xianxian's bloodless face, he paused slightly. Yu Zun tilted the corners of his mouth and played with his hands playfully. The Yuantian Blade in the room has a soothing face, without any trace of nervousness.
"Young Master Yu, I hope you can spare my senior brother's life." Xianxian, who was crying like a wooden figure, murmured at the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of tears with a pair of eyes that had lost their luster.
Yu Zun said leisurely: "I have died for you once, but you are still not satisfied. Do you remember what Senior Xinghai said in the world of speculation at that time?"
"As Taoist Master Feng Xian said, he will be controlled by ghosts only if he has ghosts in his heart; he will fall into the devil's path if he has demons in his heart. If you want to save a ghost or a demon, Yu Zun will not be able to obey your orders." Yu Zun looked coldly. Looking at the people who died under Yuan Taixuan's sword, and the people lying on the ground who were still alive but were trampled to death by Yuan Taixuan's kick.
Xianxian's red eyes could no longer shed a single tear. She sat there, looking at Yuan Taixuan with blank eyes, "If you want to save him, you might as well try the colorful feather coat that Senior Xinghai gave you. Qu, you saved him, and I, Yu Zun, will not kill him, but as long as he is as stupid as he is now, Yu Zun will not disregard the lives of others."
The clumsy fairy string, after Yu Zun's guidance, suddenly gained a trace of blood on his face, and he muttered: "Yes, Senior Xing and Lingmai were enemies during his lifetime, Nishang Yuyiqu, senior brother, I still have Nishang Yuyi Qu, senior brother, I will save you...Xianxian...save you!"
But at this time, a pair of red blood eyes glanced at Yu Zun and others coldly. He shouted: "Take your life". After saying that, he raised the Ghost Sun Demon Sword in his hand and jumped into the sky crazily. It fell down, and the strange demon knife had a few drops of sweet blood oozing out from the tip. The blood drops faintly flowed along the tip of the knife to the wall of the knife. The originally green demon knife had turned into an oozing corpse. The cold bloody blade.
At the same time, a virtual statue of a fierce god carried a giant blade on its shoulders, leaping behind Yuan Taixuan. The fierce god was naked, with some strange patterns carved on its tangled muscles, and a pair of cold eyes, like Gu Yu's. Like a deserted cave hidden in the middle, it exudes waves of chills that penetrate the heart and soul. There are also several patterns carved on the face of the fierce god, which looks strange and terrifying.
What is heart-stopping is that there is an evil pattern on Yuan Taixuan's fair cheek at this moment. The demon sword is like a rocky mountain, and the blade light that emerges is ten thousand feet long. When the demon sword falls down, , the fierce god had already swung the giant blade in his arm and swung it down crazily.
At this moment, several hurricanes were rolled up by the force of the sword on the already very strange Lingmao Mountain. The hurricanes were shaped like dragon bodies and lined up around Yuan Taixuan, devouring everything crazily, regardless of whether they were living creatures. Or dead things.
Yu Zun's heart trembled. There were more than a thousand people on the mountain top, but only a hundred or so were left. One or two-thirds of the people who died in Yuan Taixuan's hands were those with the demon sword. He no longer hesitated and raised the Source in his hand. The Heavenly Blade charged forward crazily.
But what he didn't know was that a purple flame mysterious seal appeared on his face. The purple flame was particularly weird. It actually swirled around Yu Zun's forehead. The mysterious seal swirled faster and faster. What was surprising was that the spirit nightmare The temperature at the top of the mountain was rising unconsciously.
A crazy hurricane tore at the oncoming full-moon scimitar. In the flashing blue craze, there were dots of dark purple, like a candle flame, swaying in the uninhabited ghost town.
Yuan Taixuan, who looked ferocious, wildly waved the demon sword in his hand, slashing Yu Zun's full moon scimitar one after another. A hint of excitement gradually appeared on Yu Zun's face, and he also Like Yuan Taixuan, he did not use any complicated moves, but relied on the powerful sword wind to face the sword light as heavy as a rock mountain again and again.
The fierce god behind Yuan Taixuan kept swinging the giant blade in his hand, and swept it down crazily again and again. The fierce god's sword light was not real, but it made the souls of all living beings on the top of Lingmao Mountain become weaker and weaker. , seems to collapse at any time.
But at this moment, a sharp and sly laugh was more frightening than these violent attacks, simply because the person who laughed slyly was a nightmare.
"Okay, great, I haven't seen such a wonderful battle in tens of thousands of years. I want you to die on the battlefield." A sharp light shot out from the eyes of the spirit nightmare, and it disappeared into Yuan Taixuan's pupils.
"No, don't wait and watch that fierce god. The sword light of that fierce god is an attack from the consciousness," Dugu Yinche shouted.
However, several people's souls were shattered by the giant blade swung by the fierce god. Feng Xian's pale face showed a trace of pain. Zhong Xia tore off a piece of her dress and covered Feng Xian's eyes. , said: "Brother Feng, you have a good rest and don't worry about these weird things."
Feng Xian responded in a low voice, but he felt really uncomfortable in his heart, thinking: "I think that I, Feng Xian, have been in the world for decades, but I am not as firm as a child, and now I am blindfolded. What is right and wrong in this world?" Ugly, but also covered by this gauze."
Yu Zun raised his breath fiercely and shouted: "Wangwei..." At that moment, a powerful spiritual beam instantly enveloped the entire Spirit Nightmare Mountain, and the wind chanting beast that was originally induced by the battle Roar, at this moment, everyone was extinguished in this crazy mental wave.
Along with it was the Purple Flame Mysterious Seal on his forehead. The Purple Flame Mysterious Seal was rotating faster and faster. At this moment, the temperature on the top of Lingmao Mountain had risen to the warmth that it should have been in spring. Originally, Everyone who was shivering due to the cold wind gradually had a blush on their faces.
A few rays of light fell from the thick gray clouds, and spread gently among the grass, trees, earth and rocks on the top of Lingmeng Mountain. The blurred light and shadow revealed a thick warmth, like the old days. The body of the porcelain bottle shimmers with a glimmer of crystal glaze, and in the center of the light and shadow, the figures of the two people flicker, like a few pieces of ink stained on a piece of dim rice paper, creating a virtual image.
This is Wanwei, a soft and clear spiritual beam, like a roll of quilt in winter, warming everyone's cold and desolate body and mind.
Everyone's complexion gradually improved, and they closed their eyes one after another, but at some point, a sad and lingering tune faintly swayed in the mountains.
The melancholy tune is like a glimpse of a sweet spring in the desert that is about to dry up. It is trying its best to save the dreamer who is dying due to excessive water loss. It is trying its best to spew out the last spring water, but the strong wind is coming, This means that the sea of sand in the sky will soon annihilate it, and what it will leave to the world may be some meaningless impressions.
Yuan Taixuan, who was in the center of the eye of the storm, looked ferocious and roared crazily. However, there was a faint trace of lonely struggle in his eyes. The trickling music was just a glass of water, but it was hard to find. Save him from a burning fire.
He kept raising the demon knife in his hand, and the magic lines on his cheeks. Whenever he struggled a little in his heart, it was like a shackles, locking him heavily. He was like a weak child in the vast sea, but He could only rely on the strong wind to carry him to an unknown place.
Ling Yan raised his left hand, and a trace of scarlet flashed across Yuan Taixuan's dark eyes. He also raised his left hand. Ling Yan sneered and waved his hand downwards. A dazzling gray light appeared from Yuan Taixuan. The demon knife in his hand burst out, and thousands of stars fell from the edge of the abyss in an instant. Everyone held their breath and watched the strange scene in front of them.
At the same time, dozens of cities in the Eastern Wasteland have been destroyed by falling meteorites, and the once bustling streets and alleys have now become ruins.
The crying child lay in a pool of blood. The old woman tried to protect the child with her back. In the end, the child was bloody and bloody. The old yellow dog who was lucky enough to survive kept licking the child with his tongue hanging down. The lonely whimpering sound of its dead master has become the only fragility left in the Thousand Miles City.
Rows of tall horses carried famous officials back from afar. Scholars who had read thousands of books passed among the tall horses with a low sigh, sighing: "They are all dead, they are all dead. The world is going to be in chaos, it is going to be in chaos."
The astrologer who was observing the sky at night also looked towards the distant east with a panic expression. The high sun, which was breathing heavily, seemed to be falling at any time in his nervous eyes.
On the top of the Spirit Nightmare Mountain, the sharp light on the tip of the demon sword became more and more intense. A layer of dark starlight floated on the bloodthirsty sword. The fierce god with a majestic demon body roared and sucked in the starlight falling from the ceiling crazily. Swallowed into the belly.
Resentful spirits gathered from all directions, flying all over the sky, and the weird atmosphere escalated again.
At this moment, the demonic sword on Yu Zun's head fell heavily. His eyes wrinkled, knowing that this attack was no longer as light as before. He didn't know when he had a colorful armor on his body. The shimmering armor, the flowing crystal clear seven-color light, suddenly burst out, Yu Zunyi raised the Yuantian Blade in his hand again, and faced it bravely.
Clang!
boom!
A bolt of lightning flashed across the gray clouds in the sky, and melted in along the tip of the Yuantian Blade. A magnificent star map bloomed from the tip of the Ghost Sun Demon Blade, and the cyan thunderbolts were entangled with the stars in the sky. , just like a green dragon entering the sea, the sea is churning with huge waves, trying to break the green dragon's body, and the green dragon is whipping up the strong wind, trying to swallow up the entire ocean.
The dazzling light spread out in all directions from the top of Lingmeng Mountain. The immortal seeker thousands of miles away looked excited and murmured: "It seems that the banished immortal has descended to earth."
In the magnificent palace, the father-in-law read out the imperial edict, but his words were stuck on the last line. Behind him was like a dazzling holy light, shrouding the entire hall in shimmering colors.
The children playing in the market looked up at Cangque again. The meteorite that had just fallen was indeed less than a thousand miles away from them.
On the top of Lingmao Mountain, Yu Zun, who was holding a sword, had one leg deeply sunk into the hard black jade, and the other leg was half-kneeling on the ground. A piece of broken jade foam was scattered around his legs, and although his chest was He was protected by colorful armor, but there was already a bright red blood stain.
He looked coldly at the ferocious-looking young man above him, not caring at all about the streams of black blood pouring out of the corners of his mouth. The ferocious-looking young man had protruding veins on his arms like horned dragons, but at this moment The young man's cheeks were purple and blue, and a pair of bloody eyes bulged out. He yelled angrily: "God give me power!"
A strange scene appeared again. The high sky shrouded in gray clouds was actually covered with thunder patterns. The thunder patterns were densely covered in the entire sky like a fine root vein. The fine thunder patterns flickered and disappeared. At the same time, the dark sky is also flickering.
Everyone said with fear in their eyes: "Could it be that God is also helping him? Then isn't the end likely to be around the corner soon?"
Under the flickering lightning, everyone's pale cheeks were filled with fear and astonishment. Some people were kneeling on the ground with weak legs, some were crying, and there were stains on their black pants.
Yu Zun resisted the ever-pressing Ghost Sun Demon Sword. His face, which was originally slightly dark, was now covered with a thin stream of sweat. He held the iron pipa fairy string in his arms, and his face was covered with traces of dried tears. There was still a trace of perseverance in her red eyes, and she played with the strings in her arms without giving up.
