I have a hundred thousand times talent

laugh!

The fangs suddenly pierced into Qin Zhongming's wrist, as if devouring his blood.

But Qin Zhongming didn't seem to notice it, and let him do what he did.

It's just that the strange light in his eyes became more and more obvious, and there were wisps of purple-black devilish energy all over his body like curling black smoke, exuding a chilly terror.

On the blade of the sword, Qin Zhongming's blood continued to flow, turning into two ancient characters, which were engraved on it.

Return to the market!

Clang!

The demonic sword screamed, bringing up a dark sword light that devoured everything, cut through the sky, and rolled away.

Naturally, the change in this place cannot be hidden from the eyes of many powerful people present.

They stood up one after another, their faces were solemn, and their cultivation bases soared into the sky, ready to move.

Qin Zhongming's father, Qin Bo, was pale, his eyes were full of despair.

"This is the breath of the demon race!"

"Qin Zhongming is so brave, he dared to hook up with the demons!"

"Where is the Hall of Punishment, take it down quickly, and throw it into the endless abyss!"

Above the sky, countless abyss-like figures flicker and flicker, with an astonishing momentum, covering the sky and the sun.

But within the Qin clan, the terrifying existence that made the disciples turn pale when they heard of it—the Hall of Punishment!

Execute the family rules, supervise the disciples, and show no mercy!

"Back off!" Just when the crowd was about to rush forward, Qin Yu's faint voice fell, making them stagnate.

"Son of God?"

"This is a contest between me and him, it's not over yet!" Qin Yu said lightly, the long sword in his hand buzzing continuously.

He clearly felt the emotions of Zhu Shenjian, he wanted to fight against that magic sword!

The sword of killing gods can not only kill gods, but also kill demons!

brush!

When he raised his hand, a unparalleled sword light was like a crescent moon in the sky, attacking and attacking with an indomitable momentum.

It collided with the purple-black sword energy coming head-on.

Chill!

When the two collided, there was no violent roar as imagined.

Only an incomparably sharp neighing sound rang out.

The onlookers frowned, the sharp sound of friction sounded in their hearts, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

"Son of God, this person has colluded with the remnants of the demons, and he must have ulterior motives, so don't take risks!"

"That's right Son of God, no matter what the outcome is today, he colluded with the demons, and it is absolutely impossible for him to get his hands on the position of Son of God, just leave it to us!"

Seeing Qin Yu's stubbornness, the people in the Hall of Punishment thought that he was trying to stabilize the Son of God's position in front of his clan.

So he opened his mouth to persuade, wanting Qin Yu to give up.

Unexpectedly, what Qin Yu said left them speechless: "Demon Race? So what!"

Chapter 168: Hold a sword and go to Qingming, the world will lower its brows (…

"Those who ran away a million years ago dare to show off in front of our Qin clan!"

"A mere defeated general, what is there to fear!"

Anger ignited in Qin Yu's pupils, and the gloomy emotions accumulated these days suddenly exploded at this moment.

"Today, I want to tell people in the world that the era of gods and demons has passed, if you want to live, be obedient!"

On the opposite side, Qin Zhongming's eyes were already full of purple and black.

The originally handsome face was covered with deep black lines, which looked extremely terrifying.

The fangs of the magic sword in his hand became sharper and thicker, piercing deeply into his wrist.

It even spawned many black tentacles that covered his whole body.

"Zhongming, throw away that sword quickly! Otherwise you will die!" Seeing this scene in the distance, Qin Bo couldn't help howling.

It's just that Qin Zhongming didn't seem to hear it.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

There was no painful expression on his face, but a grinning smile instead.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Qin Yu who was surrounded by light in the distance, Shayao flashed in his pupils.

"Human race..." Several extremely hoarse voices came out of the throat, like a night owl crying, eerie and frightening.

"Millions of years ago... an existence like an animal dared to stand in front of our clan and talk nonsense!"

"It's been a long time since I left, you all have forgotten the majesty of our clan!"

Chill!

The skirt behind him was torn open suddenly, revealing two bloody bone spurs.

As soon as the bone spurs appeared, they grew stronger against the wind and melted into flesh and blood!

Not long after, two disgusting black flesh wings appeared on its back.

On the left arm that was not holding the sword, a large amount of dark black horny armor was born, and the magic light burst out.

A slender scorpion tail with eerie barbs appeared behind it, dancing wantonly.

His current appearance is no longer a human race!

"Ah!" Such a frightening scene shocked many teenagers and girls in the Qin clan who had never experienced wind and rain.

More often than not, women's faces turn pale!

Even the many elite monks who have wandered through the heavens have an extremely ugly expression at this moment.

The gods and demons disappeared in the heaven for millions of years, how did they see such a scene.

In the temple, a group of holy ancestors looked at the void, their faces solemn: "It's Nightmare!"

They have experienced battles millions of years ago and have a deep understanding of the demons.

Nightmare, born invisible, can exist in the thoughts of living beings.

Live by devouring the thoughts of living beings, you can kill people in your dreams, and you can also condense the demon seeds in the monk's Taoist heart, devouring the distracting thoughts in his heart to grow, and one day, replace them.

The end is weird and impermanent, hard to guard against!

"That sword...is weird!"

"It should be the sacred object of the demon race - the power of returning to the ruins! It can transform the original blood in the living body into the blood of the demon race, and give birth to monsters!"

"Back then, quite a few of the same clan practiced this way and turned into monsters that were neither human nor ghost!"

"Right now... how to deal with it?"

Qin Lie was quiet for a long time before he said calmly: "The Son of God is here, let him decide!"

Qin Yu looked in front of him, and could only vaguely see a little human shadow, his brows were tightly frowned.

Such a strange method is really evil!

Jie!

The monster slowly lay down, with one palm on the ground, holding the seven-foot-long black sword in one hand, and shot out suddenly.

Swish swish!

When he got close, the black sword fluttered like a bee and a butterfly, waving three gloomy sword lights, and went straight to Qin Yu's vital point.

Although this monster occupied Qin Zhongming's body, it still seemed to possess Qin Zhongming's fighting instinct.

The three swords now are obviously the same as before.

It's just that it has the bonus of overwhelming demonic energy, and its power is doubled.

Seeing this, Qin Yu's divine power surged crazily, and poured it into the golden Zhu Shen Sword in his hand.

With a light tiptoe, the figure is like a ghost, passing through the three sword qi without touching it.

Then raise the sword and swing!

clang!

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing rang out, accompanied by two energy storms sweeping away.

The storm was wanton, engulfing the entire arena.

The space around here suddenly became like a dark night, bleak and dull.

The aura of destruction kept bubbling, and the bursts of spreading and rising green smoke and streamer seemed to be freehand like a breeze, but concealed the terrifying power of extinction.

"Go up to Qingming with a sword, and lower your eyebrows as much as possible in the world!"

A hoarse crooning sound suddenly resounded.

In the darkness, a strange figure wrapped in blue and purple rose into the sky.

The long sword in his hand raised another point, and Dao Senhan's inverted teeth appeared on the blade.

In the air, swing down!

boom!

A terrifying sword intent seeped out from the tip of the sword.

Condensed a huge sword shadow revealing its true face from the clouds!

The chaotic storm in the surroundings stagnated for a moment, and then poured down more and more frantically.

Like a palm capable of destroying the earth, it rolled down towards Qin Yu.

And after the storm, there was an even more terrifying sword intent.

Want to kill everything!

"This is... the last move of the Wuji swordsmanship!" Among the crowd, Qin Zhongyin frowned, with a shocked expression and fixed eyes.

He has fought against Qin Zhongming the most, and he knows many of his magical swordsmanship.

Only this move, he has always only heard its sound, but not its shape!

Because, even Qin Zhongming never fully grasped it.

They are just discussing each other on weekdays, not fighting to the death.

Once it is used, it will no longer be a situation they can control.

In this style, the sword must drink blood!

"No matter what, after all, he is one of my Qin Clan's ten thousand selected Daoist figures, and his talent is really extraordinary!" On the high platform, an elder who is a master of swordsmanship looked at this scene with a look of pity on his face.

"The heart of the sword is full, and the intent of the sword is full... I have reached the realm of transformation. If I can see my nature and go up to the next level, my Qin Clan will definitely have another top sword master in the future. It's a pity!"

"Such a killing method is enough to pose a big threat to people in the Wu Zun realm... The current realm of the Son of God, I am afraid it will be difficult to accept!"

"The Hall of Punishment is ready. If something happens, rescue the Son of God as soon as possible, and we must protect the Son of God!" An elder got up angrily and ordered loudly.

"Yes!" Around the ring, a group of elites from the Hall of Punishment solemnly bowed their hands in promise.

Then he stared intently at the center of the arena, and once Qin Yu showed the appearance of being difficult to contend with, he immediately made a move.

"Good come!"

Unexpectedly, in the face of such power and influence, Qin Yu not only showed no signs of caution, but laughed out loud and rose into the air.

The sword intent surged in the eyes, enough to pierce all illusions.

Raising his hand, the long sword was tied in front of him.

Gently wiped the edge of the sword with one hand, leaving a golden bloodstain.