The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

Like a raging tide, the evil spirits rushed towards Xu Huang one after another, engulfing the young man in the blink of an eye.

Between the dense white bones and the rubbing armor, a burst of black light suddenly burst out, shaking away the oncoming evil spirits.

Xu Wang reappeared, while tearing at the evil spirit on his body, he walked towards the masked person opposite.

Chu Yiyang had already guessed where the masked person came from, and he was not relieved to see that Xu Wang was fine at the moment.

He looked back at the person standing on the edge of the abyss.

Amidst the sound of the golden bell, Puppet silk rushed forward again, but was still blocked by the Qiankun sword.

A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, but this time Xu Wang was not there to block the blow for him.

Chu Yiyang had no choice but to turn the golden bell hairpin to block the sword, and then was shocked to fly out by the power several levels higher than himself, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Blood dripped onto the skirt of his shirt, making his face pale a little.

No, the distance between Beitang Hanye and Beitang Hanye is too far, and there is no way to seize the opportunity to stab the puppet thread into his flesh and blood.

Chu Yiyang supported himself to stand up, surrounded by golden bell hairpins.

The people on the hillside were like playing tricks on them, and Yan Xun couldn't delay outside for much time, he couldn't hesitate any longer.

The young man in red looked at the person in front of him, the cinnabar mole on his right eye was like a flash of fire, and disappeared under his nose.

From his fingertips, a little flame fell down, piercing through the hem of the overlapping robes.

After coming out of the Green Leaf Secret Realm, the golden bell, which he had sealed with wax and made no sound, came into contact with the falling sparks and slowly heated up.

The solidified wax melted and dripped down the cracks of the bell like tears.

The melted wax flowed onto the skin, bringing instant heat and pain, and the corner of the burnt red coat could no longer hide the golden bell underneath.

In the silence, the young man in red took a step forward.

When the bell rang, Zishan Jianzun seemed to be slightly shocked.

This ringtone is similar to the vibration frequency of the golden bell hairpin before, but it is different.

The red clothes are like fire, and the golden bells are like rain, walking towards the person on the edge of the abyss step by step.

The sky in the dream fell, and Zishan Jianzun, who had no sword in his hand, once again condensed his Qiankun sword.

Chu Yiyang looked at him, and saw that Beitang Hanye seemed to have escaped from the dream, and was fighting for control of his body with another will that manipulated him.

Between chaos and lucidity, he turned inch by inch on the edge of the abyss.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

There seemed to be a layer of mist in Zishan Jianzun's empty eyes, which would soon be dispelled by the sunlight penetrating through the clouds.

At this moment when sobriety and chaos alternate, the golden bell rang, and the young man in red disappeared in place.

When he condensed his figure again, he had already come to the edge of the abyss, and his left hand wearing a golden glove directly pressed on Zishan Sword Master's chest.

The puppet silk as thin as a hair pierced through the chest, intertwined and intertwined around the heart.

In such a distance where his breathing could be heard, he watched Beitang Hanye's eyes recover from chaos, and his own face was reflected in his eyes.

And at the moment of contact with the will lingering in this body, Chu Yiyang also saw in his eyes the person holding the glove that he dropped from Nether, and saw the mask between the boy and the youth behind the mask. , innocent and cruel face.

This face appeared on the statue of the god in Qingye Mountain City, and it also appeared on the statue of the god in Xuanyuan Imperial Mausoleum. The former is happy, while the latter is angry, as if he is accepting the prayers of his followers, and at the same time expressing his gratitude to the whole world. declare war.

With a bang, Xu Wang, who was in front of the man who controlled his army of evil spirits, greeted him with a golden palm.

The young master of the Ghost King Sect was pushed by the palm wearing the gold silk glove, and flew upside down, smashing through two mountains!

And because he looked directly at that face in his consciousness, Chu Yiyang felt burning pain in his eye sockets.

Reflexively, he turned his head away, closed his eyes, and broke his eye contact with Beitang Hanye.

Beitang Hanye, who had just been awakened from the dream by the bell ringing in the darkness, in the illusion, and in countless fantasy dreams, heard the person in front of him grunt, and then watched two lines of blood and tears flow from the corners of his eyes.

Zishan Jianzun's eyes sank, his first reaction was to wrap his bloody hand around the person in front of him, then he turned around and slashed at the person on the hillside with his sword.

This destructive sword can even freeze the space, but it can't do anything to this mysterious person who came out of nowhere.

The person on the hillside raised his hand and pulled out from the air a fierce sword that was completely black and seemed to be soaked in countless killings. With one sword, the sword light of Beitang Hanye was thrown towards the top of the nearby mountain, and the sword light of that mountain was smashed. smashed to pieces.

Then, he swung his sword at the two standing on the edge of the abyss.

The scarlet sword light tore through the void in the pitch black, revealing the shadows of countless killing battlefields, extremely ferocious.

Under the abyss, Yin-Yang Turning Eye, who had been sealed, was completely awakened by this sword.

The blood mist condensed under the abyss, and a scarlet light shone in the vortex.

Chu Yiyang sensed an extremely dangerous murderous intent, which made his skin tingle.

But he couldn't open his burning eyes for a while, he could only feel that the person holding him blocked the sword!

The two were sent flying out by Qiqi and fell to the ground.

When he landed, Beitang Hanye was still protecting him.

Chu Yiyang felt warm liquid dripping from his face, and then a callused finger stroked it up, wiping off the blood that fell on his face: "Are you all right?"

The fingers resting on Beitang Hanye's chest froze.

Chu Yiyang knew, he recognized it.

After the burning sensation in his eyes subsided, he opened his eyes amidst the remaining pain, and what he saw was the Zishan Sword Master covering him, holding the Qiankun Sword with one hand, and protecting him under him.

That handsome face that surpassed all four realms was against the light.

The way he looked at Chu Yiyang, it was as if there was nothing else in this world that he cared about.

The finger that used to hold the sword still stayed on Chu Yiyang's face, as if he wanted to confirm him with his own eyes and sense of touch.

Amidst the blood mist rolling, the sky and the earth changing color, and the earth shaking from outside, Beitang Hanye's eyes were heavy, and he stroked his face with bloody fingertips, and his lips touched the blood Gently wipe it off the face.

Chu Yiyang felt that where his palm touched, the heart locked by his puppet thread was beating violently.

The vibration was transmitted along the puppet thread, causing him to lie under Beitang Hanye's fingertips, his heart constricted, and his breathing became difficult.

The man standing on the hillside put away his sword.

It seemed that he had achieved his goal, he didn't stay for too long, and his figure turned into smoke and dissipated.

With a bang, Xu Wang slid down from the cracked mountain wall.

He looked at the scene of Beitang Hanye covering Chu Yiyang's body, saw the corner of Chu Yiyang's burnt red clothes and the exposed golden bell, he just widened his eyes unwillingly, wishing to rush over and push Beitang Hanye away. open.

And at this moment, something huge pierced through the ghost fog he released and smashed in.

This group of black shadows was thrown on the ground fiercely by a huge hand, leaving a big hole.

Xu Huang was caught off guard and was taken aback.

The next moment, Yan Xun's snake and the shadow of the Tsing Yi demon cultivator emerged from the diffuse smoke.

Yan Xun looked extremely embarrassed at the moment, his blue clothes were stained with blood, and he was no longer as chic as usual.

After him, the Penglai Island Master dispelled the ghost fog that Xu Wang had cast, and came out, followed by the Chief Xuanyuan, the Seven Emotions Valley Master, and a group of people who came to watch the excitement.

When these people saw their surroundings clearly, they immediately took a breath:

"Why did so many people die?!"

"Where is Sword Master Beitang? Is Sword Master Beitang here?"

As soon as the silver-haired and purple-eyed Penglai Island Master stood still, his gaze swept across the smoke and dust in the sky, passed through the entire battlefield, and landed on Beitang Hanye.

After seeing him clearly, the island master of Penglai, who looked like an exiled immortal, closed his eyes with extreme restraint, while Chief Xuanyuan sat beside him, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The scarlet mist rising up from the abyss was like a living thing, because it was awakened by the cold night of Beitang, so it surrounded him intimately.

The mist condenses and changes, as if adding a pair of wings to the Lord of Slaughter.

"Then, what is that..."

Seeing this scene, everyone instinctively felt fear, as if they could see the shadow of the abyss from the scarlet to black blood mist.

——Didn’t it mean that Mo Yu’s Yin-Yang Turning Eye is dead?What is this? !

Looking over Beitang Hanye's shoulder, Chu Yiyang saw the killing breath condensed from the abyss.

They changed shape strangely, but Chu Yiyang didn't feel afraid.

Perhaps it was because they were awakened by Beitang Hanye's blood, following him to sweep the entire land.

Their master loved him, and they would never hurt him.

But for others, it feels completely different.

They saw the Asura battlefield in their eyes, endless killings sounded in their ears, and someone called out the name of this blood mist——

"Slaying obstacles! It's killing obstacles!"

"He's insane! He's insane!"

The crowd fell into panic and retreated one after another.

Kunlun Sword Master has gone mad, and he has killed the Moxiu stationed here, and they will die here soon!

Although Master Xuanyuan didn't want to believe it, he could only accept the reality when he saw that Sword Master Beitang had even used his heart and soul to arouse the dead yin and yang to turn his eyes and draw out the breath of killing.

The owner of the Seven Emotions Valley also turned pale.

Of course, it is no problem for an ordinary cultivator to be possessed by demons. He has dealt with possessed people for so many years, but a sword cultivator in the transcending tribulation period falls into a frenzy of killing obstacles, that is definitely a disaster!

He looked at his friends who were still outside to stop the Penglai island owner from letting them in, and he really didn't know what the clever Yan Xun was doing on this kind of issue.

Just when he frantically signaled Yan Xun to come over quickly, he heard these voices, turned his attention away from Chu Yiyang, looked at the dead bodies and frost all over the ground for the first time, and then looked at the black and red rose rising from the abyss behind him. With the mist, Beitang Hanye's expression changed.

Chu Yiyang's hand on his chest reflexively grasped the fabric under his palm.

Before he had time to tell him not to look, the owner of Penglai Island stood on the spot and said, "It's God's will, it seems that I still haven't had time."

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