My brother is too strong.

Cui Guan was furious, his chest was heaving. They were indeed from the same family, and their words were so annoying.

What kind of person could teach such a disciple?

If I meet him, I will definitely teach him a lesson.

Will he teach his disciple?

Have you considered other people's mammary glands when releasing such a disciple?

Men's mammary glands are also mammary glands.

When Cui Guan was about to be furious, Elder Rui's voice sounded, as if it was just right, and at the same time, the pleasant and melodious voice also calmed Cui Guan's anger.

"The Burial Spirit Realm is a spell created by the ancestors of the Sword Family."

"Generally, only those who hold the Burial Soul Sword are qualified to learn it."

"Once it is performed, it is better to say that it is a battle with the ancestors of the Sword Family than a battle with the sword holder..."

Elder Rui's voice was soft and pleasant, but it made people who heard it for the first time feel a chill in their hearts.

Looking at the light ball in the distance was also full of fear.

No one except the Jian family knows how many ancestors the Jian family has.

Everyone puts their energy into the sword body to nourish the Soul Burial Sword at the last moment, and gathers in the Soul Burial Sword.

The ancestors of the Jian family are all geniuses of an era, and their strength can be imagined.

After Xiao Yi finished listening, her heart was a little nervous.

It sounds awesome, can the second senior brother handle it?

But on second thought, Xiao Yi felt that she was worrying too much.

The second senior brother has never let her down.

No matter how powerful or cunning the enemy is, it is not the opponent of the second senior brother.

The Jian family, or the dead Jian family ancestors, how can they be the opponent of the second senior brother?

Xiao Yi immediately cheered up and looked into the distance with confidence, she believed in her second senior brother.

The white light was vast, and Lu Shaoqing looked down at his feet. It seemed that there was only one place for him to stay, and the rest of the surroundings were white, as if there was a bottomless space below.

The air around gave people a heavy feeling.

But for Lu Shaoqing, there was no pressure at all.

Lu Shaoqing was still looking around with interest, wondering if it was an illusion.

Jian Wanshan's voice sounded, "Come here, this is where you will be buried."

The voice was vague, as if it came from all directions.

Lu Shaoqing raised his head, "Stop playing tricks here, come out."

"Hmph!"

Jian Wanshan's figure slowly appeared, towering above the sky, with white mist, looking down at Lu Shaoqing like an emperor.

"Your death is coming!"

As his words fell, one figure after another appeared around him, standing tall, and a terrifying atmosphere filled the space.

It was as if the heaven and earth were pressing down.

Lu Shaoqing had seen this scene before. He had seen this scene when Jian Yi used the Soul Burial Sword before.

At that time, it was an illusion caused by the aftermath, and it had no lethality.

It's different now.

The terrible pressure seemed to be materialized and kept falling.

The entire space was filled with white light, like raindrops, constantly gathering on Lu Shaoqing.

This was a terrible force, like an invisible hand pressing him down, forcing him to bow his head.

A voice sounded in his mind, telling him to kneel down and survive.

Lu Shaoqing felt the pressure, and his body trembled slightly.

Jian Wanshan's voice came, "Stupid human, you know nothing about power."

Jian Wanshan's voice could not hide his pride, "This is the power left by my ancestors, how can you, a small human, contend with it?"

"Is it very strong?" Lu Shaoqing's voice came, still in that annoying tone, "There are so many dead ghosts here, have you ever burned incense to them?"

"Can they bless you without burning ingot candles?"

"You are a broken sword, not even a remnant soul, what power do you have."

"This little power is not even comparable to my junior sister Mengmeng Fist, and you still have the nerve to shout?"

Jian Wanshan's anger came up again, but he did not lose his composure, and continued to sneer as a winner, "Stupid!"

"Then let you see how powerful my Jian family is!"

As Jian Wanshan's voice fell, the power surged.

The terrible power formed a white storm here, like a blizzard in the cold winter.

It was blowing, and the terrible pressure continued to increase, and the whole space seemed to be compressed.

Power came from all directions, as if to crush Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing stretched out his hand, but the Mojun sword he imagined did not appear, but Mojun appeared.

Lu Shaoqing looked at Mojun, "Fuck, where's the sword?"

Mojun jumped onto Lu Shaoqing's shoulder without saying a word, "Fuck, boss, help me!"

He shook his head, didn't bother with Mojun, and waved his hand fiercely.

The Immortal Fire Ball appeared.

It was a huge sound, but it had no power at all.Yes.

Jian Wanshan's triumphant voice sounded, "Foolish human, haven't you discovered it yet?"

"The Burial Spirit Realm is a world of its own. It is not the outside world, nor is it any space you are familiar with."

"Here, we Jian family members are gods."

"You can do nothing but wait for death."

Jian Wanshan became more and more excited, "Only spiritual consciousness can attack here. No matter how powerful your spiritual consciousness is, it is useless."

"Because you are facing the ancestors of my Jian family, you have no chance."

The voice echoed in the space, deafening.

In the face of the terrifying power, the world was eclipsed.

Jian Wanshan seemed to have seen the victory. Here, he was the spokesperson of God.

The ancestors of the Jian family bless him.

However, Jian Wanshan was not happy for too long, and the voice that made him hate it sounded again.

"Oh?"

"Is that so?"

Jian Wanshan was furious, "Is that so? Can you resist it?"

"Foolish man..."

Before he finished speaking, a terrible force suddenly erupted from below.

Like a burning barrel of explosives, it exploded with a bang, and a red storm swept up.

The terrifying high temperature spread, and the heating temperature made Jian Wanshan feel like he was in a volcano.

The red storm hit the white storm fiercely. In Jian Wanshan's shocked eyes, the white storm seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, struggling constantly, and finally swallowed by the red storm...