The blood and light overlapped one after another, like an overwhelming mountain.
Chen Hai's flames, which have been suppressed, can only cover two or three meters around him.
If this trend continues, perhaps, if he can hold on for another ten or twenty minutes, he will be unable to hold on and be sucked into the bloody light.
Seeing this situation, Chen Hai was also anxious.
After spending a long time drawing the cake, he even promised to do such unreliable things as cutting off Xuanyuan Sword, the sword of humanity, several times in a row.
Unfortunately, there has been no response from Hong Ming Dao.
"Hong Ming, as long as you are willing to follow me, in the future, when I become stronger and have the opportunity, I will help you kill Huangdi Xuanyuan with one sword..."
When he said this, Chen Hai himself didn't quite believe it.
But at this moment of urgency, he could no longer worry too much.
Anyway, in his opinion, did the legendary Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor really exist? It is still unknown and no one can really be sure.
His promise was just empty talk, and even he himself would not take it seriously.
The reason why he would tell lies with his eyes open was because he just felt that if an existence like Hong Ming Dao really possessed spiritual intelligence, then his lies might possibly elicit a response from Hong Ming Dao.
No matter how fierce or evil this knife is, as long as it is willing to communicate with myself.
So, under the current situation, it is definitely a good thing for Chen Hai.
After all, with the power of Xiaowu Thunder Technique and flames, he was already in danger just by resisting the pieces of blood slashed by Hong Ming Dao.
What would happen if that bloody light invaded his body? Chen Hai couldn't imagine it.
If he doesn't do it right, he will be corroded by the blood light and turn into a sword slave, becoming just like the monster in the tomb.
"With your three-legged cat skills? Do you want to kill the Yellow Emperor? Are you kidding me?" A strange sound suddenly sounded in Chen Hai's heart.
Using Xuanyuan Sword, the old enemy of Hong Ming Dao, as a bait, Chen Hai wanted to communicate with it, but it remained silent.
At this moment, when Chen Hai was talking big words about killing the Yellow Emperor, Hong Ming Dao actually gave a real reaction.
It seems that in Hong Ming Dao's heart, his resentment towards Huang Di is greater than that of Xuanyuan Sword.
"My strength is just that of a three-legged cat? Is that Yellow Emperor so strong?"
Although Hong Ming's voice that came into his heart was very rude, Chen Hai was still happy when he saw that he finally responded.
"You are not even an immortal, and your immortal body has not yet been created. With your strength, in front of the Yellow Emperor, he can make you fly into ashes and annihilate with one breath. Do you think he is strong?"
Full of disdain, Hong Ming spoke again and responded.
When he talked about the Yellow Emperor, his words were filled with obvious resentment.
It and the Xuanyuan Sword came out of the same furnace. They are natural enemies. They are hostile to each other with one sword and one sword. They are destined to be like this. There is no talk of hatred or non-hatred.
However, Huangdi cast it and gave it life, but in the end he despised it and wanted to destroy it?
Although it turned into a bloody cloud magpie and rushed into the sky, narrowly escaping, this matter was its obsession and the pain of its life...
"Okay, Hong Ming, I am indeed weak!"
"But I'm so weak, why haven't you spent so long to finish me off?"
"With your little strength, you can turn into a cloud magpie and run away in front of Huangdi. It seems that Huangdi's strength is not that great, right?"
After finally seeing that Hong Ming was willing to communicate with him, Chen Hai naturally would not be aggressive with him.
His head was spinning, and he asked with a smile.
"You know what the hell, now that the world has changed, I have been trapped in this underground tomb for countless years, and my strength has long been reduced to ten percent!"
"If I were still in my prime, the moment you saw my true form, you would have offered your own flesh and blood and turned into a sword slave!"
"Besides, the sword slave who is making me fight with you now is just an ordinary person, and he can't show my due strength at all!"
Seeing that Chen Hai looked down on him, Hong Ming seemed a little anxious. He responded angrily.
"I also said that when I was in my prime, I could hold the sky with one hand and capture the sun and moon with one hand?"
"Who doesn't know how to brag?"
"Hong Ming, you want me to believe that you are really strong? Don't you show some real skills? Do you think I will believe you?"
With a chuckle, and an obvious tone of excitement, Chen Hai said.
Today, although he is still resisting the erosion of the blood glow in the sky, since he started communicating with Hong Ming, the pressure brought by those blood glows on him has obviously decreased a lot.
Without Hong Ming, the emperor's corpse would be nothing more than a piece of trash. A few corpse transformation talismans should be able to easily turn it away.
It seemed like he was wielding his sword, slashing out pieces of blood. In fact, this was all Hong Ming using his own power to fight against Chen Hai.
It communicated with Chen Hai, obviously consuming part of his power.
Under such a situation, even if it did not intentionally let go, its power to attack Chen Hai was still one or two weaker.
"What do you mean I have no real ability?"
"Let me tell you, if I have enough mana to squander, I can drain away the evil energy from this place and cut through the sky with one knife..."
Hong Ming quickly argued.
As the most ferocious sword in ancient times, no matter how downcast and weak it is now, it still has its own pride!
"Look! He's bragging again!"
"How about cutting through the sky? I can lend you the magic power in my body. You can cut it out and show me?"
"Hearing is false, seeing is believing. In front of me, are you going to prove your strength?"
"Whether you want to stay underground or follow me out to see the world, I'll do whatever you want!"
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Unfolding his deception method, Chen Hai's words continued like a torrent of river water.
"Ignorant child, you dare to doubt my ability, Hong Ming. Well, I will do as you wish and let you open your eyes and see the world!"
As a famous ancient fierce sword, Hong Ming has a bad temper and cannot stand being provoked at all.
Chen Hai's words made it completely angry!
There was a flash of blood, and Hong Ming, who was originally held by the emperor's corpse, had automatically escaped.
There were still three or four meters away from Chen Hai, on the edge of the sea of fire, the Hongming knife fell straight down, and the tip of the knife was inserted into the ground for a few minutes.
"Bold, I..." The sudden change made the emperor's corpse roar angrily.
However, his shout stopped abruptly after he spat out only half of it.
Immediately afterwards, his body, including the gold-threaded clothing on his body, was weathered and turned into powder and dead bones, scattered in front of the dragon head seat.
The main reason why this thing can be immortal for thousands of years and still maintain a little sanity is because he is supported by the power of the Hongming Sword.
But now, Hong Ming Dao has left him.
Without the support of the knife, he was instantly knocked back to his original shape.
Chen Hai on the side saw the Hong Ming knife thrust into the ground a few meters away.
He hesitated slightly, and then he took a long step and walked to Hong Ming. He stretched out his big hand and landed on the handle of the knife.
As the saying goes, wealth is obtained through danger. Is there any danger in his move? He doesn't know.
He only knew that this sword was destined to him.
If he can subdue the Hong Ming Dao, even if he takes a gamble, what's the harm?