The scarlet flames raged violently, and when they burned to the extreme, they erupted from Ji Qiang's broken body.

The fire had lost its form and turned into pure light. Ji Qiang's remains were just a small black shadow in the strong light, as if a gust of wind blew by and then completely dissipated.

"Am I just going to disappear completely?"

At this boundary between life and death, Ji Qiang's clear Taoist mind gradually became more and more subtle in his grasp of the inside and outside of the body. He clearly realized that in the broken heart orifice, that little inner fire had been lit, and it was affected by the blood of the outside world.

The movement leads to burning.

The blood-evil energy that had seeped in before sealed his Niwan Palace tightly, making it impossible for his soul to escape.

Ahead, the leader of the Sharman Clan no longer made any movements, but stood proudly in the void holding a steel fork, staring at Ji Qiang in front of him with ferocious and indifferent eyes, patiently waiting for his death.

When the fatal injury occurred, he was no longer chaotic, and the unprecedented clarity instantly cleared away all fog barriers.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across his mind, and his gradually blurred pupils bulged as he stared at the steel fork held in the right arm of the leader of the Sharman tribe.

Not long ago, that irresistible thrust, the dazzling light at that time, was like the lightning in his mind that illuminated everything. Ji Qiang suddenly seemed to understand something.

In an instant of enlightenment, the fire in his heart roared and rushed out of his heart. At the same time, the leader of the Sharman tribe withdrew his gaze, unwilling to waste energy on the dying person.

Ji Qiang took this opportunity, his body trembled heavily, he squeezed out the remaining strength, and shouted towards the sky that was spinning at extremely fast speed: "Heart-burning red flames, sky-cutting divine sword!"

In an instant, a dazzling light flew up, flying and changing in the air. Wherever it went, chaos erupted, and green light was like water.

In just three or five rounds, the Hongmeng opened wide, and the sky that had been filled with blood evil suddenly became clear and translucent, and it actually returned to the scene where the sword conquered the world.

"It's so noisy!"

The leader of the Sharman tribe never turned around, or even moved the steel fork in his hand. He just touched the void with his hand, and there was a clanking sound that resounded throughout the world.

This was the most powerful moment for the leader of the Sharman tribe, and it was also the weakest moment for Ji Qiang.

Following Ji Qiang's final note, red clouds rolled in the sky and thousands of thunders burst out. At first glance, they were projected by thousands of dark red thin lines. Halfway through, the thin lines expanded and turned into a dense thunderfire, covering an area of ​​dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.

The flames soared into the sky, but the temperature dropped rapidly and strangely. There were many ghosts in the middle. They swooped down and spread into the thunder fire. When they came into contact with the blood-colored light, they made a chirping sound. The strong corrosive power was shocking.

shocking.

The sound of thunder and fire explosions also implies the ability to enchant the soul and capture the soul. Together with the chirping ghost sounds, it shakes the spiritual orifice and arrests the soul. Every explosion can shake the vacuum, which is very fierce.

Ji Qiang saw thousands of thunder and fire falling from the sky, even the sky was submerged. In this space filled with countless thunder and fire, Ji Qiang's weak body seemed so small.

Ji Qiang did not back down, fighting vigorously, rising and falling in the rain of thunder and fire.

The sword energy was roaring and the flames were burning, but after a few short breaths, all the sounds suddenly fell silent.

There was no medium for the sound of swords to propagate, and the flames lost their burning form. Only the most pure and magnificent energy from both sides launched the most intense collision.

The silent area is expanding rapidly, and it is completely silent. Except for the two instigators, no living thing can survive in it for even one breath.

Even if the Great Luo Immortal enters it, he will be strangled and wiped out, leaving no residue behind.

However, such a terrifying area only existed for less than ten breaths. Without any warning, it had expanded to a five-mile radius of deathly silence area with roaring and shattering sounds.

As soon as the sharp sound waves started to appear, they suddenly increased to the limit that humans could not bear.

Just being swept by the sound wave, this small island hanging in the sea shattered like a broken egg. The poor, unknown green vegetation with alluring fragrance was reduced to dust.

At this moment, the leader of all this is not the leader of the Shark clan who is standing in the middle of the void with his eyes closed, but that ray of light that exudes the sharp sword energy.

Sky-cutting divine sword!

This seemingly ordinary sword energy wanders in the void. Although it has no scales or horns, it is winding like a dragon and vivid.

The unparalleled sword intent is contained in it. Occasionally, the divine edge vibrates, ripples appear, and the colors are pleasing to the eye. It is like a mighty river, sounding in the mountains and canyons, turbulent and swirling, with a majestic momentum. The turbulent and unrestrained meaning in it, chills the void!

In just the blink of an eye, the thousands of feet of void surrounding the leader of the Sharman Tribe turned into a place of death, tightly binding him within.

"court death!"

The leader of the Sharman tribe was furious with his anger. Before his voice fell, the leader of the Sharman tribe uttered an extremely dark spell with his hair and beard spread out.

In an instant, the blood clock suspended behind him suddenly grew in size, and the blood clouds in the sky gathered again. It turned into a bloody dragon hundreds of feet thick, hovering in the void, ferocious and terrifying!

"Dang...dang...!"

The blood clock made a neighing sound, just like a Shura demon blowing his immortal horn. Traces of blood filled the space, like devils and resentful spirits, dancing wildly in the scarlet world, even the air

There is also a smell of nightmare floating in the middle...

At the same time, in the boundless East China Sea, huge waves suddenly set off, and a fierce aura shot straight into the sky...

As if being aroused by this ferocious aura, the seabed that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years suddenly trembled, and then the earth veins surged, and the decaying aura of countless corpses continued to flow into the suspension amidst the wails of the fierce ghosts.

Within the blood clock in mid-air.

The bloody ancient bell finally showed its fangs, like a beast about to awaken. On the bell body covered with mottled scars, there were countless bloody lines that lighted up slightly, and there were eight patterns of fierce ghosts.

Below, there is a layer of glimmering blood that turns into a scarlet shield to protect the surrounding area, appearing and disappearing in an extremely mysterious and mysterious manner. It looks like a huge upside-down bowl that covers the entire East China Sea.

The seawater, which was originally lying flat like a mirror, slowly stood up at some point, and where the sea and the sky met, they were actually connected together.

Tsunami!

Looking from the air to the sea, the waves stretched for an unknown distance and looked like weak blood-colored silk. Before they even got close to Ji Qiang's body, they were already carrying a terrifying momentum that swept across everything.

Just like the power of heaven and earth, it is vast, unstoppable, and beyond the reach of human beings.

If this huge wave of a thousand feet high cannot be stopped, it will be enough to tear everything apart. In the face of this power of heaven and earth, everything will be destroyed like dry matter.
Chapter completed!