The blade of the sword penetrated straight into Tun Ling's heart, but Tun Ling was laughing wildly.
"You simply can't understand how great the bodies of the high-level evil ghosts are. The heart and head are not important."
He held the Jingxian Sword with one hand and pulled it out inch by inch.
At this time, the blood-red spear on the ground buzzed and trembled.
call out!
It turned into a blood shadow and penetrated Tun Ling's head again.
This is its last obsession as a weapon!
Nangong Wentian is dead, which represents the passing of his master.
And the last move "Nine Heavens Dragon's Roar Does Not Ask the Sky" is mixed with the meaning of determination, and has already been soaked in blood-red spear.
It would rather be broken jade than complete tiles, and one soldier would not serve two masters!
No matter who the next owner will be, no matter how wonderful it is...
It has nothing to do with it!
The tail of the blood-red spear cracked with several cracks, and soon it was spread all over the barrel and tip.
Click, click, click...
The tail of the gun, the barrel of the gun, the tip of the gun...from front to back, were broken into powder bit by bit.
The gun is shattering, but the power of the gun is increasing!
Tun Ling roared loudly, "No, I am the Devouring Ling Tianzun of the evil ghost tribe. How could I be suppressed by a mere broken gun?!"
Lin Ming raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with bright light, and he was deeply moved in his heart.
"All things have spirits, and those who have spirits must have emotions. They are extremely emotional and understand the Tao."
As the voice falls, the realm of artistic conception unfolds.
This time, it did not cover a hundred feet in radius, but only three feet around the body.
The starry sky no longer descends, replaced by the seven emotions of human beings: joy, anger, worry, fear, and sadness...
Lin Ming withdrew the Jingxian Sword and stood it in front of his chest.
Stand still!
His body was surrounded by mysterious energy of countless colors.
At this time, Tun Ling shouted wantonly:
"Kill them quickly, you can't protect me, and you can't return to the evil ghost clan's star domain. Only I know how to open the door to the realm."
There were about two hundred remaining evil ghost soldiers around, and they besieged them like crazy.
Bai Chenhai took the lead and took out his hands from his sleeves.
The white jade shimmered on the palm, and layers of clouds gathered.
He pressed down with both hands.
boom!
The white cloud exploded and turned into a fluttering cloud circle.
One floor, two floors, three floors...
After multiple layers were superimposed, most of the evil ghost soldiers were blocked out.
At this time, Lin You flew out, leaping ten feet in one step, and rushed into the enemy's formation with several consecutive stampedes.
His movement speed is extremely fast. When facing a person, he can only strike with a single blow, whether it is a gun or a sword. It must be an explosive force, but he has a principle that he will never stop for an inch.
Killing is a good thing.
If you can't kill, you won't be spared.
Immediately afterwards, Ge Qinghuang rushed towards another group of evil ghost soldiers.
The artistic conception of the ink painting unfolded, and the area around her body turned into ink color for more than ten feet.
None of the evil ghost soldiers could move.
She sheathed her sword and muttered plausibly:
"Everything can be a sword. The sword is in the heart. If there is a heart, there is a sword. If there is no heart... there can also be a sword..."
After a pause, Ge Qinghuang held the sword in front of his chest and drew half an inch of the sword with his right hand.
A wisp of air exploded!
Ripples rippled in the ink-colored space, and more than a dozen evil ghost soldiers were affected.
Dense cracks appeared on their bodies, like glass that could shatter at any time under a Category 10 hurricane.
At this time, Ge Qinghuang's eyes sparkled, he raised one hand and pulled it down with the other.
Qinglei Ancient Sword was unsheathed boldly.
Keng~buzz!
Her voice was like a bell: "This sword takes advantage of the momentum, the sword of the Taoist, to slay the devil!"
The ancient Qinglei sword once again regained its appearance as a fairy sword, with the entire sword body covered with gold patterns.
The next moment.
Ge Qinghuang let go of his right hand, and the Qinglei Ancient Sword floated in the air, triggering sparks in the air, and the thunder collapsed.
Dozens of green thunder snakes swept across all directions.
In this way, another area was isolated, and the evil ghost soldiers were unable to rescue the swallowing spirit.
Then, the others blocked each direction.
Their cultivation level was originally unable to fight against the evil ghost soldiers.
but!
The sea of white dust can move freely through the clouds, as if every white cloud is him, appearing in every direction anytime, anywhere.
The feeling given to the soldiers of the evil ghost clan is...everywhere!
If he presses his white jade palms, the evil ghost clan will be severely injured in an instant.
For a moment, the evil ghost clan's fearless soldiers stopped.
They are also living beings, and they also know fear!
"Stop what you are doing, save me!" Tun Ling shouted.
Lin Ming's sword finished charging, and the starry sky in the realm of artistic conception descended again.
The three thousand avenues contain the seven emotions of the world, and this sword is full of all kinds of indescribable mysteries.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Ming smiled and said:
"You are the first person to face my sword."
After a pause, he said word by word: "Sword! Open! Qing! Ming!"
He stretched his hand forward and slowly handed out the Jingxian Sword.
The terrifying coercion of Qing Ming's hand gesture appeared as he opened his sword, and the traces of the 99 divine inscriptions of Qian Zi Yuan that were imprinted in Lin Ming's heart faintly emerged.
Immediately afterwards, the sword edge penetrated Tunling's chest and abdomen.
Cyan light bloomed at the point of impact, instantly penetrating the whole body of Tun Ling.
The seemingly human body turned into its original appearance - dark and viscous, half gas and half liquid, glowing with something strange and ominous.
However, the Qingming sword is majestic, and the 99 divine inscriptions of Qianziyuan left by Tao Zun remain.
The strangeness and ominousness suddenly transformed into his younger brother.
Withered!
