The snow-white green frost sword screamed with a wail, and its color became a little dim. It was already very painful when it blocked the copper pillar. The sword silk released from the sword body was mostly sparse than before, and it barely turned into a small silk curtain floating in the air. I wanted to resolve the castration that was cushioning its owner, but was caught up by the blood-colored handprint and turned into countless pieces.

Lin Haiyue fell heavily to the ground, and another stream of blood gushed out of his mouth. He had already suffered a violent backlash when he was using the secret technique. At this time, he was hit hard by the blood-colored handprints. His face was pale as white as paper, his eyes were dazed, and he felt that all the strength in his body was slowly disappearing. He shook his head fiercely, and his feet moved a few times to stand up again. Only half of his body had fallen to the ground again.

The old man didn't want to do so, so he let him go. The blood-colored handprints in the air shone brightly and roared hard toward the ground. The prisoner in an iron prison could not bear such pressure. Blood flowed out of his ears and died in a coma. However, the others were not much better. The demon cattle had already knocked down dozens of copper pillars. The iron cage on it was either flattened or penetrated by green mist. The skin on it turned into a blue wrinkled bark at a speed visible to the naked eye. Two faint flames were pounding in his eyes, and his expression was dull, and he had been transformed into demon slaves.

These demon slaves have extremely powerful strength. They inserted their fingers into the gap in the iron bar and pulled them hard. The entire iron bar made a squeaking sound. The iron rod as thick as a child's arm was twisted, causing these half-human and half-demon puppets to come out, making hoarse roars from their mouths, and all their bodies were emitting evil spirits, and they walked towards the strangers in the underground space step by step.

Lin Haiyue looked at the bloody handprints falling from his head, and shouted in panic with the remaining strength of his luck in his mouth, "Senior, aren't you afraid of my master Zhang Huasheng, aren't you afraid of the revenge of the entire Tianling Sect?"

The old man snorted coldly and said, "Tianling Sect has just died an inner disciple. I won't fight with me because of this. It's useless to say more. You can kill me quickly!" After the words, the blood-colored handprints activated even more urgently, and instantly hit the ground, hitting a deep pit about a foot deep, and no breath was heard from the person in the pit.

"It's you!" The old man turned around and said coldly to Chen Hao. The huge blood-colored handprints were lifted up from the ground again and roared.

Chen Hao was shocked. Lin Haiyue, who had been majestic and arrogant before, was suppressed to death with his backhand. Facing this blood-colored handprint, how long can he last? He looked anxious and sweaty. Two blue lotus appeared in his palms, and Heshi urged flames to ignite. The dragon that had roared in the air before turned out again, but this time he did not poke out his giant claws, but protected him and waited for the coming sharp attack.

The blood-colored handprint touched the dragon transformed by the flames, and immediately made a sizzling sound, causing light smoke to emerge from its body. Large areas of horns fell from the air, causing him to let out a shrill scream. Long Ye has always said that dragons swim in the sea and make waves. At this moment, it is not reflected at all, just like a coyote trapped in the mud, and it cannot show the power of a divine beast at all.

A shallow dragon horn broke open with a crack, and countless blades formed above the blood-colored handprint, slashing heavily on the entire dragon head, instantly slashing half of its head. The latter's body flashed a few times, letting out an unwilling howl, and finally disappeared.

The blood-colored handprints shook slightly, and countless blades were taken out, drawing red lights and shadows in the air, like a flash of lightning.

Chen Hao's face froze, and he no longer cared about anything. He wanted to summon the Qinglian body so that he could have hope to block the move and half of the move. Two light golden flames in his eyes were leaping, and he was ready to emit the divine light of the spiritual eyes at any time and fight hard.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his heart, "Give up your previous plan. If you do this, there will be no hope at all. The two divine lights in your eyes may be able to hurt that person, but they are far from being hurt."

"Who is it?" Chen Hao said in secretly, pausing the means that was about to be triggered. His vitality swelled up in his body, causing his face to turn abnormally red.

The voice in my heart was silent for a moment, and then I slowly said, "I am the broken Tianli in the Buddha land."

"What!" Chen Hao was shocked. He heard Master Zangkong say that Tianli Sword has been destroyed for many years. The residual spirit has wiped out his consciousness, leaving only endless resentment. Once he wakes up, he will cause trouble. Why did he listen to a few words clearly organized but not like this? Is there any hidden truth in it?

My thoughts surged, but the sound of this magic sword sounded in my heart. "Don't think too much. The situation is already a critical moment. If you don't use your means, you will be dead and soul-destroying. My body cannot escape the constraints of the Buddhist beads, and you can only cast a phantom. You can use it to activate the energy of your whole body or use several means, and you can turn the world around!"

Chen Hao's expression was shocked, and he was shocked to find that the blood-colored handprint was only a few feet away from him. Suddenly, a red broken sword appeared in the palm of his hand. Countless ancient and desolate auras spread out like a whirlwind, and the fierce blood-colored handprints were blown away.

"What magic weapon!" The old man shouted in surprise, and his consciousness rushed towards the red broken sword like water. But as soon as he touched it, it was like encountering a vortex of the abyss, sucking his thoughts quickly inside. He snorted coldly, swung his left palm lightly, decisively cutting off a small piece of his thoughts, his face turned white and red, as if he had suffered some minor injuries.

Chen Hao felt that half of the true energy in his body was suddenly pulled out, and the broken sword body emitted a bright red flame, spreading from his right arm to his whole body, making it look like a god and demon walking out of a different space. With a light shout, the broken sword cut out cracks in the air and slammed hard at the old man.

The old man held a giant bronze pillar in his hand, with a serious expression, biting the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, condensed blood mist in the air. His fingers quickly slashed, writing into blood-colored runes after blood, emitting endless light, fixing a void, and trying to use this to stagnate the momentum of the broken sword, the copper pillar in his hand roared and swung hard at Chen Hao's body.

A flash of light flashed in Chen Hao's eyes, and suddenly two red flames appeared in his eyes. His aura changed, as if he had changed his soul, as if he had walked out of the Nine Nether Void and ancient vicissitudes of ancient powers.

His body gradually hangs in the air, and he spits out a few words in his mouth, "The soldiers are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are

The entire space was shaking, and the green bull that was raging everywhere stopped, staring at the figure wrapped in red flames in horror, with a look of fear in his eyes, and invisible and colorless airflows shaved. The iron bars and copper pillars made a buzzing sound, and some crystal light spots peeled off from it, gathering into a galaxy light belt, surging towards the red light and shadow.

These objects that have been stripped of light spots are like a dead tree that has been exposed to strong winds for many years. Their top has become bumpy and grayish-colored. Even the Xuansha copper pillar is made of special material, and large pieces of copper rust have grown on the surface of the body, falling downwards, causing the entire column to become thinner.

The galaxy light belt sank into the red light and shadow, and instantly sank into the red broken sword, condensed into a dazzling light spot with the front of the sword. As it continued to tremble, the palm-sized voids were constantly broken and annihilated and closed again.

The red light and shadow hand raised the broken sword, step by step, and came from the air from the air, as if it was slow and fast, and its body flashed. In an instant, it had arrived in front of the old man and stabbed forward fiercely. The blood-colored runes were easily broken like paper, and the copper pillar blocking in front was cut off instantly like soil. The sword body exploded, shaking a little dark space, and a powerful force was blessed on the copper pillar, pulling and twisting it until it disappeared into the endless void.

Countless sword sounds sounded in the air, like countless sword cultivators drew their swords in their ears and whispered lightly. This is the sound of spiritual consciousness that can directly attack people through their physical body shells, and there are few means to stop them.

The old man's figure shook, and a faint bloodshot had slowly oozed out of his ears. He shouted loudly, retreated rapidly, kicked his feet, and fell to the ground one by one, like a speeding lightning attack, but it disappeared just one foot away from the red broken sword.

His face suddenly turned pale, and he slapped his left palm into his chest. A golden phantom spurted out from the air. He grabbed it in his hand and turned into a six-edged golden mace that was about two feet long. He shouted angrily and threw it hard towards the red light and shadow.

He then created a set of sword formations, and the fluorescent light flashed and the star map of the sky. The light shone brightly and revealed infinite wonder. After laying it down, a dark flag appeared in his left hand, shaking his arms, and black crows kept popping out of the banner, and his wings cut out traces in the air like a knife, whistling away.

A disdainful chuckled from the red light and shadow. A sword broke in his hand, and the six-edged golden mace melted rapidly like the scorching sun and white snow. The array patterns on it made a "puff puff puff" sound, and were wiped out one by one. The blade body magic weapon used to set up the array was like wax stones beside fire, and light spots were peeled out from it. The blade body became mottled and worn in an instant, no longer having the previous magical effect.
Chapter completed!