She is a living person, and she is a person who can make the entire second heaven tremble with her movements.
But in Xuanmu's eyes, he was a dead person, a person who had no life left, just like a withered skeleton.
Looking at the dead old man, Xuanmu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a ghostly smile suddenly bloomed on his face.
A red light flashed in the air, the old man's face was distorted, and her pupils were shrinking.
But when it was shrinking, the light in its eyes dissipated. The eyes were already a dead gray color, and there was no longer any life. The red handle was dazzling, the red was dazzling, and the red made everyone who saw this scene
The ancient sword, which made the monks feel cold, was now deeply embedded in the old man's belly.
The old man had lost consciousness. Although she didn't know how she died, she died without pain.
Maybe peaceful, maybe painful. Maybe lonely, maybe unwilling. No one will know.
Xuanmu raised his right hand again, very slowly when he raised it, but the killing sword was not slow at all. It rushed towards the short and fat monk almost in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, the short and fat monk quickly made a decisive seal with his right hand. As the light flickered, a golden light shield quickly appeared in front of him. As soon as the golden shield came out, the golden light immediately shined brightly, which was stronger than the black and white light used by the old man.
The light was almost the same. However, in Xuanmu's view, this was just child's play. He grabbed it in the air with his left hand, and a pen without a reply appeared in his hand. He drew the pen into the air.
A sharp sword light appeared from mid-air, and his right hand swiped again, drawing an arrow shadow. The arrow shadows overlapped and transformed, and they also rushed towards the short and fat monk.
The moment Xuan Mu took action, the short and fat monk seemed to have been sentenced to death.
——The King of Hell wants people to die at the third watch, how dare he keep you until the fifth watch.
Although Xuanmu is not so weird, if he wants the short and fat monk to die, then he will definitely not survive for even half a moment.
A red light flashed in the sky again, and this red light was overwhelming with murderous intent. It almost froze the entire sky.
A strange colorful light rushed out again. Strange scenes appeared again and again, and an old man from the Xuanji Sect and two old men from the Yuehua Sect also took action at the same time. Their speed was not slower than Xuanmu, but,
The sharpness and sharpness of its spiritual power can never be compared to Xuanmu.
At least, there is no force that can compete with Xuanmu's killing sword.
The red light of the killing sword flickered in the air again, and another withered bone was quickly pulled out. Then two white rays of light were seen bombarding Xuan Mu's back at a speed that could not be seen clearly with the naked eye.
Mu's body was broken into pieces again.
This physical body was not Xuanmu's own. His physical body had already collapsed under the bombardment of the monks. He was like the invincible Cheng Yaojin.
Relying on the power of the Nascent Soul, he once again raised the killing sword that he had recognized and blasted towards the monk of the Divine Thunder Sect.
When the monk from the Divine Thunder Sect saw this, he had a crazy look on his face, and there was a burst of thunder in his body. It could be seen that this was a monk with thunder spiritual roots. Otherwise, he must not be able to hide thunder in his body. He stepped towards the black wood crazily.
"Friend Shen Lei, what are you going to do?" When the old man from the Guangming Sect saw this, his face suddenly turned gloomy. A loud shout sounded at the same time as the thunder. His footsteps moved faster towards the mysterious tree.
Then, he punched out with his right hand. A white light that solidified into a group of crystals quickly bombarded Xuanmu.
Xuan Mu's Nascent Soul looked a little confused when he saw this. When the old man of the Guangming Sect shouted, his heart suddenly started to tremble. He looked at the old man of the Divine Thunder Sect with disbelief.
Ancestor, this person actually wants to self-destruct with his top-level Nascent Soul cultivation and the thunder spirit power contained in his body.
If it were an ordinary monk who self-destructed, Xuanmu wouldn't be afraid, but the opponent was the most destructive Lei Xiu. If he self-destructed this time, Xuanmu's life might not be saved.
"Drain the spiritual power and blood essence from his body before he explodes..." This crazy idea came to Xuanmu's consciousness, and he pointed a finger in the air with his right hand. With just such a finger, his Nascent Soul stopped.
He was motionless in mid-air, but his expression was extremely serious.
A green light is like a long silk winding in the air. Looking to the west from this green light, you can see a finger. The light and shadow on this finger gradually become illusory. But the green light on the green silk
But it became more intense.
At this moment, the killing sword seemed to be injected with a soul.
"bass"
I don’t know whether the sound of wind stirred up the sword or the sound of wind blew the long sword. As soon as the sound came out, there was wind, which was the fishy wind. The fishy wind was emitted from the ancient sword of self-slaying.
The Ancient Sword of Killing has long been separated from the wind, and it seems that the fishy wind has no connection with the sword. However, the aura on the wind is exactly the same as that of the Ancient Sword of Killing.
Fast...! Too fast...! It's so fast that it's a little scary.
The ancestor of the Divine Thunder Sect looked at the killing sword that was speeding towards him. This was what he thought in his heart. He felt that he still had five breaths of time. He would be able to self-destruct. As long as he was given another five breaths of time, that peerless talent would be able to explode.
From now on, your cultivation will be completely destroyed, your Tao will disappear, and your body will perish.
However, he suddenly felt that there was not enough time.
There was actually an illusion, an illusion that God had deliberately extended time.
——Reluctance, a light of reluctance as rich as spiritual energy shot out from the eyes of the ancestor of the Divine Thunder Sect.
——"No, no one can stop me from self-destructing. Who do you think you are, Xuanmu? Die..."
The roar shook the sky, and the roar shook the earth. Since its thunderous voice sounded, the whole world suddenly seemed to have changed into a different world.
The thunder inside his body came out more violently, and Xuanmu had a premonition of extreme danger.
If this thunder suddenly exploded, his life would be lost. However, he was not willing to accept it.
All the monks present were equally unwilling to face the situation of "If you don't die, how can I live?" This unwillingness condensed in their hearts for a long time, like the haze that filled the sky.
A sound transmission jade slip suddenly exploded in the air. A sound that was more heart-wrenching than thunder was heard.
"The Flame Dance Kingdom raided my dream kingdom. Now it is plundering my Qi Du Sect. I hope all fellow Taoists will put the overall situation first, give up their past grudges, and share the same hatred with the enemy."
The sound was not very loud, but it did make all the monks feel nervous.
Only Xuanmu remained calm. He was staring at the ancestor of the Divine Thunder Sect motionlessly, as if he was a dead soldier who could not rest in peace.
The ancestor of the Divine Thunder Sect also looked indifferent, as if he had not heard anything. He already regarded himself and Xuanmu as dead people. The dead should not care about the affairs of the living.
——You still have two breaths before you can self-destruct.
But the killing sword was approaching him by more than ten feet in this breath. It was still twenty feet away, which was also two breaths of time.
These twenty feet seemed extremely far away. But the green light in Xuanmu's right hand suddenly exploded.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"!!!
The green light exploded and actually pushed the Killing Sword. Not only was the speed of the Killing Sword invisible to the naked eye, but even the divine sense could not capture it step by step. This shows how fast it was.
The scene suddenly froze, and the body of the ancestor of the Divine Thunder Sect twisted. However, there was no explosion scene, but paused in the air. The light in his eyes dimmed even more. He didn't know whether he was dead or not.
alive.
Red light, a dazzling red light flashed in the sky again.
This red light is too familiar to the only six remaining monks. Every time this bloody red light flashes, a monk's life will be taken away by the little evil god who is like the king of hell.
It's good to be familiar with anything. However, they didn't dare to get too familiar with this red light.
As they became familiar with each other again and again, they already felt the fear deepening in their hearts again and again.
Especially after hearing the words of the ancestor of the Qidu Sect, they suddenly remembered what the ancestor of the Qidu Sect said at the meeting of the eight sects. He said that he did not think he was Xuanmu's opponent. This was once said by
They think it's just a joke!
But now, everyone feels deep regret. They regret that they didn't listen to the ancestor of Qi Du Sect and decided to chop down some mysterious wood.
The ancestor of Qingxu Valley looked embarrassed at this time. He looked at the two top-level Yuanying old monsters from the Guangming Sect, and then glanced at the two old monsters from the Yuehua Sect. He said: "This person killed eight people in a row.
He is an old monster with a top-level cultivation level. I am afraid you and I are no match for him."
"Yeah." The five old monsters all nodded at the same time, showing approval.
The killing sword also hung the body of the ancestor of the Divine Thunder Sect in mid-air. It was not a beheading in public, but a killing and blood-draining. The six top-level Nascent Soul monks were shocked and their expressions became gloomy. They did not understand this killing.
Why is the sword so powerful?
I don't even understand how Xuanmu's cultivation level mysteriously climbed to the top Nascent Soul stage. This is just like when Xuanmu saw Long Ye's cultivation suddenly skyrocketed, and finally broke through the top spiritual beast stage, and directly condensed the Nascent Soul.
Even Xuanmu himself didn't know where that majestic power came from and why it could be used for his own use.
He only remembered that sentence: My honor is Panju, immortal throughout the ages. It was created by nature and protected by wood. The power of one leaf can kill gods and demons...
The words echoed in his mind for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what they meant.
And the power of his Nascent Soul was gradually dissipating, and he found that what he urgently needed was a physical body. Otherwise, he simply could not last long with the spiritual power condensed in his Nascent Soul.
"There are six more, six..." Xuanmu gritted his teeth and stared at the six monks surrounding him, his eyes flashing red. "Since you want to kill me, I will return the killing to you."
You guys, please don’t let me down for all your hard work. Haha..."
Crazy..., he is crazy.
When the six monks saw this scene that was so crazy that it was almost crazy, they all trembled involuntarily. The sun was shining brightly, but they felt a biting chill.