The ancient sword without any brilliance lay lying beside Liu Qiankun. He tried hard to calm down the throbbing in his heart. The corner of his eye fell on the sword, and he muttered two words in his mind: Qing Ming... The pressure around him
It squeezed his body crazily, and even his bones made bursts of crackling sounds.
The servant of God smiled grimly and pressed his palm down inch by inch. The pressure in the space would increase several times with each inch. Looking at the blood slowly dripping from the corner of the little guy's mouth opposite, he felt an indescribable feeling surge in his heart.
Pleasure.
Wow! The magma in the crater couldn't bear the invisible pressure, and turned into a dark red water column, rising up and spreading out bit by bit, like a burst of blood raining out of thin air.
Liu Qiankun closed his eyes, and his burly body slowly collapsed. The moment he fell to the ground, he shouted in his heart: Qingming Sword, help me kill that dog god servant!
Clang!
A clear dragon roar resounded in this space, and the Qingming Sword rose slowly. There was no flash of brilliance, or a gorgeous sword aura, but only a cold killing intent. Every inch the sword rose,
The killing intent became a bit colder, and the surging magma instantly cooled and turned gray.
If this space was experiencing an unbearably hot midsummer not long ago, it has now turned into a bitterly cold midwinter. What changed everything was the ancient sword with no visible brilliance.
The servant of God did not move, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth had solidified at this moment. The murderous intention that shocked the world penetrated into his heart like a substance. He could not move, as if he would be mercilessly chopped off by the ancient sword if he moved his little finger.
It is powder.
The red-haired old man smiled. He had finally waited for this moment. Millions of years of anguish were wiped out in this smile. He had been waiting for the unbladed magic weapon in front of him for countless years, and today he finally got it.
It's a pity that Liu Qiankun can no longer see this one-sided battle. His last cry finally awakened the killing intention of this ancient magic weapon, the killing intention of the Zhuxian Killing God...
The Qingming Sword moved. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the servant of the god. It moved forward one foot at a time. The tip of the sword gradually enlarged in the eyes of the servant of destiny. Very slowly, the demigod realm was like a thin piece of rice paper in front of it.
It was torn apart one foot at a time without any hindrance...
"ah!"
The servant of God roared wildly, set his teeth down, and bit the tip of his tongue to pieces. The severe pain suddenly woke up his mind, and danced with his palms after a series of afterimages, as if he had thousands of extra arms in vain.
.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
Thousands of black lights burst out of the palm, and the violent wind roared towards the slowly advancing ancient sword.
Canopy! Canopy! Canopy...
The black light struck the sword, making bursts of dull and violent sounds. Bright sparks bloomed in the space, like fireworks leaking in mid-air. Circles of water-like spiritual energy spread in all directions.
What kind of demigod realm was torn to pieces by this wave of spiritual energy!
The servant of God no longer cared about this, and the frequency of dancing with his palms suddenly accelerated. Black light burst out from his palms continuously, and the sound of piercing the sky continued... But the corner of the Vulcan's mouth behind him revealed a thick smile.
smile.
Canopy! Canopy! Canopy... The criss-crossing brilliance intertwined into a network of light in mid-air. The intersection of the black light and the ancient sword was obscured by the rising smoke. The sword body had become blurred, and circles of spiritual energy gathered together.
Ripples spread out, and cracks on the walls of the space spread like spider webs.
Whoosh!
A bit of green light shot out like a meteor towards the astonished servant of God. At this moment, time seemed to stand still and space seemed to freeze instantly. Only that bit of green light gradually enlarged in his gray pupils...
laugh!
The green light passed through the brain, making a muffled sound like cracking leather. The Green Underworld Sword did not stay in the air for too long, and drew a gorgeous arc of light that turned back in an instant and inserted into the chest of the servant of God again...
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk...
Thousands of twists and turns were completed in the blink of an eye. The stunned expression of the servant of destiny did not change, and only a muffled sound was heard.
Canopy!
The body of the servant of God instantly turned into a cloud of smoke floating in the air. Even the iron chain wrapped around his waist was cut into pieces the size of rice grains and scattered on the magma that had long condensed into blocks.
The Qingming Sword circled around the Vulcan as fast as lightning, only a few ding-dong sounds were heard, and the iron chain that had bound him for millions of years suddenly collapsed and fell into pieces.
Choking!
The dragon roared again, and the Qingming Sword trembled violently in the air for a few times, and finally fell down. The direction pointed by the sword tip was exactly its master lying on the ground. The brilliance dissipated, the magic weapon returned to shape, and Qingming had completed its master's duty.
With great trust, it can finally be silent again...
Fire God Zhuhe leaned over and grabbed Qing Ming who had fallen to the ground. Two drops of tears fell from his cloudy eyes, and he sighed softly: "What a magic weapon without an edge. I congratulate you and will do my best to help you regain your edge!"
The Qingming Sword trembled slightly twice, as if in response to the words of the God of Fire, click, click, click! The tip of the sword pointed at Liu Qiankun who fell on the ground, like a compass!
Zhu He raised his long sword and swiped it at the dusty ground. A scorching gust of wind blew up from the ground and swept all the dust on the ground into the solid crater.
Gudongdong!
Click!
Waves of heat surged out of the silent crater. The originally solid magma slowly burst open, and streams of dark red magma spewed out. It was another boiling scene.
Zhu He approached Liu Qiankun who fell to the ground with steady steps, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and murmured to himself: "Why is this little guy's body so weird? He was unscathed in the demigod realm. It's strange."
Oh, wonderful!"
"Hahaha! The world is in catastrophe, and those who should be catastrophized have emerged. Let's see how long your Destiny God Clan can cover the sky!" The God of Fire Zhu He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and an aura that shook the weather rippled in this small space.
Later, the cracks on the original high wall became more dense, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time.
Zhu He leaned over and picked up the unconscious Liu Qiankun, walked quickly towards the hot crater, walked close and jumped into the churning magma.
Gudong! Gudong!
The hot magma returned to its original calmness, and the turbid bubbles continued their rhythm of birth and death. The entire space was slowly filled with heat flow, but the cracks on the four walls gradually closed strangely, and soon became the same as before.
He looked uneven, as if nothing just happened.
Under the crater is a fiery red world. It is surrounded by mountains, but every mountain is dark red in color. A large river flows endlessly across the mountains. The raging river water is also blood-red. Every mountain here is red.
Every plant is red, even the birds flying in the air are wearing red feathers, and the animals that shuttle through the forest are all dazzlingly red. Everything is full of vitality in this fire-like world...
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