Three hundred and sixtieth IX Chapter Qinglongshang
This is a real dragon, with antlers, cow ears, camel head, rabbit eyes, snake neck, mirage belly, fish scales, tiger paws, eagle claws, all the details are revealed. Although it is not an entity, it has a great power from the destiny.
The pressure is far greater than that of a dragon, and any life in front of it will have an irresistible feeling of insignificance and humiliation.[]
This is indeed a sword spirit, and it is a dragon-shaped sword spirit. The sword spirit of the ancient spirit sword master is born from the will of the spirit sword master. It is equivalent to the continuation of the soul. It can be in human form, animal form, or even...
Plants and other tangible and intangible things in the world, and the dragon form is undoubtedly a manifestation of the supreme will! The owner of a sword spirit that can give birth to this form is definitely the top group of spirit sword masters since ancient times!
Whose sword spirit is this?
Cang Batian can clearly sense the rich death energy on the blue dragon-shaped sword spirit. It is obviously the soul of a fallen spirit. It was awakened by unknown reasons. The suffocating pressure made him unable to survive.
There is no thought of resistance. This is the pressure from higher life forms, even if it is a remnant spirit with only a trace of remnant left!
Groan——
The green light dragon was elegant and gorgeous, flying over Mo Wen's head, circling and chanting loudly. Its voice was full of confusion, joy, reluctance, attachment, hesitation and other complex emotions. When these emotions rushed into Mo Wen's mind, he clearly sensed
Underneath these complex emotions lies a deep sadness.
After hovering for a moment, the green light dragon seemed to have made some kind of decision and suddenly threw itself at Mo Wen. The huge light body entered directly from the Baihui point on Mo Wen's head! A layer of dazzling blue light emitted from his body,
Like a burning blue sun!
Groan!
Mo Wen looked up to the sky and let out a dragon roar, and the aura on his body increased exponentially at a terrifying speed!
Cang Batian was so distraught that he turned into a sword light and dashed towards the top of the abyss without even thinking about it. His speed exceeded three seconds!
But at this moment, Mo Wen just raised his head, his green pupils showing confusion, slowly raised one arm, and then pointed at Cang Batian.
A blue dragon-shaped sword light shot up like lightning, as if it had passed through space and time, and it only caught up with Cang Batian who was escaping in an instant. There was a shrill wail, and under the blue light, Cang Batian
He was aging at a rapid rate that could be seen with the naked eye, as if he had gone through the entire process of his life in an instant. His skin sank rapidly, his hair fell out one by one, and he turned into a withered bone in the blink of an eye.
Both the surviving Spirit Sword Masters of the Blood Wolf Alliance and the women of the Rakshasa Sword Sect felt a chill running through their bones. It was simply unbelievable that a great hero who had reached the perfect realm of Sword Yuan had fallen like this!
Mo Wen's whole body was shrouded in a green halo, and the bloody light of the killing sword was completely suppressed. The green light contained huge vitality, but it was intertwined with a death energy, and the disillusionment between life and death was uncertain.
It gives people a weird yet harmonious feeling.
Groan——
A clear dragon roar sounded again, and the light dragon emerged from Mo Wen's head again, circled in the abyss, plunged into the vagina, turned into a blue light and disappeared.
As the dragon-shaped sword spirit left, Mo Wen's aura gradually returned to normal, his eyes were closed tightly and he seemed to have lost consciousness.
The Rakshasa girls stared at Mo Wen nervously, no one came forward to disturb him, and they were closely spread out around to protect the Dharma.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Wen opened his eyes. The golden light in his pupils flashed away, and his deep gaze seemed particularly deep.
"Is this sword called Qinglong Shang?" Mo Wen murmured softly.
A strong sword energy wave suddenly came from above the abyss, and then a sword light suddenly fell down.
"Huh? Brother Mo? It's over so soon? It seems I'm late."
The sword light faded away, revealing the figure of a young man, who was Liu Zhenxuan. At this moment, Liu Zhenxuan's aura was thicker than a year ago. His cultivation had been completely consolidated in the early stage of Jian Yuan, and he was steadily moving towards the peak level. It was only time to enter the middle stage.
question.[]
"When I came down, I met this old guy. He was sneaky and it seemed like he was not a good thing, so I grabbed him." Liu Zhenxuan raised a figure in his hand.
The figure caught in Liu Zhenxuan's hand was extremely embarrassed, with disheveled hair, half of his body was as withered as a skeleton, and his breath was extremely decayed. The Rakshasa girls recognized this person's identity at a glance. He was the third leader of the Blood Wolf Alliance, who had been killed before.
Xi Qin was severely injured by the true yin water he transformed from his self-explosion, so he kept hiding aside to heal his injuries. When he saw Mo Wen making a strong appearance, he felt that something was not good, so he secretly retreated while Mo Wen was fighting with Cang Batian. Who knew
He was bumped into by Liu Zhenxuan, who had just arrived, and the peak spiritual sword master of the mid-Jian Yuan period became a prisoner in humiliation.
The enemies were extremely jealous when they met, and the fire-breathing eyes of the Rakshasa girls were fixed on the three alliance leaders. At least dozens of sisters had died tragically at the hands of this person in the past few days! Feeling the cannibalistic gazes of the girls around them,
Liu Zhenxuan knowingly threw the prisoners in his hands to Bai Xiao and Yun Qingzhu, letting them deal with them.
"Brother Mo, what happened down here just now? I felt an extremely terrifying wave." Liu Zhenxuan greeted Mo Wen.
Mo Wen didn't answer. He stared at the entrance of his vagina and remained silent.
"Is it something in the yinxue?" Liu Zhenxuan's expression also showed a hint of solemnity. The secret place of yin'xue is definitely ranked in the top ten in the world of spirit sword masters in terms of mystery. Very few spirit sword masters can truly and completely explore it.
after all.
The chief culprit has been eliminated, and the three leaders of the Blood Wolf Alliance have also been chopped into pieces by the angry Rakshasa girls. All five leaders of the Blood Wolf Alliance have been killed. This organization that has spanned the world for three hundred years has ceased to exist in name only, and the rest of the small shrimps and fish have been destroyed.
Unable to afford any big trouble, they left the aftermath to the Rakshasa girls. Mo Wen and Liu Zhenxuan entered the vagina to find out.
After passing through the gourd-like yinxue entrance, there is an extremely empty space below, filled with the aura of death and looking gray.
"Well, it's really cold. It's really no place for people. It's freezing to death." Liu Zhenxuan shivered.
Compared to Liu Zhenxuan, Mo Wen was least affected. His special physique was basically immune to the intrusion of death energy, and the extremely yin energy only made him feel slightly uncomfortable. After pondering for a while, Mo Wen directly pressed down his body and went deep into yinxue.
Sinking everywhere.
"Brother Mo! Wait for me! If you just wander in, someone will die!" Liu Zhenxuan shouted and followed him quickly, Jianyuan urging him with all his strength.
The two of them sank down quickly. The deeper they went down, the greater the defense in the space. They could no longer see the inner walls around them. It seemed like an endless space. The extremely yinous death aura was so strong that it was comparable to the real thing!
"No! I can't bear it anymore!" Liu Zhenxuan stopped, not daring to go any further.
At this moment, they had sunk at least tens of thousands of feet. Mo Wen glanced at him and said, "You go up first, and I will explore down a little further."
Liu Zhenxuan nodded: "Then take it easy. If you can't bear it, don't force it."
Mo Wen continued to dive. Soon, he felt extremely strenuous even with his ability. The yin energy had almost turned into substance, as if walking through a thick mud. The sword intention and sword essence had been activated to the extreme, but the protection
The body sword light is still suppressed and only sticks to the surface of the body. What is even more terrifying is the pervasive death energy, which is eroding the will and vitality of the living person all the time. Mo Wen feels that there is not much life left in this body.
disappear.
Groan——
A faint dragon roar came from the heavy Yin Qi. Mo Wen was shocked and looked into the depths of Yinxue. There were two broken swords vaguely floating between the gray death Qi, but he couldn't see clearly. It was very difficult to see clearly.
As soon as a surge of yin came, the broken sword was rolled up and disappeared again in the yin.
Mo Wen took a deep breath and fell down again. Soon, the two broken swords came into view again. Here, the sword consciousness could not be separated from the body at all, and he could only watch with the naked eye. Finally, the two broken swords came into view.
Mo Wen also saw a suspended figure next to him!
But then, Mo Wen was shocked by what he saw. On top of the figure, plant-like rhizomes penetrated deeply into the body, and the other ends of these rhizomes extended into the vast void.
I don't know where it leads, but terrifying waves are emitted from the figure and the plant roots, as if a hammer is hitting Mo Wen's mind, and the soul is stinging!
With a groan, a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. Finally, he took a deep look at the figure and the two broken swords next to him, and then urged the sword element to turn into a line of blood and rise rapidly.
Rushing out of the yinxue entrance, Mo Wen spurted out purple blood in one mouthful.
"Brother Mo! Are you okay? Why are you so embarrassed?" Liu Zhenxuan came up to greet him.
"Corpse, Broken Sword!" Mo Wen spat out two words weakly, with a hint of fear deep in his pupils. Just the wave of breath escaping from the corpse was enough to traumatize his mind. What level is this?
exist?
"Corpse? Broken sword?" Liu Zhenxuan was a little confused.
Mo Wen closed his eyes and tried to recall what he saw, but found that there was only a vague afterimage left in his mind, and he could not remember the specific details of the figure and the broken sword at all, as if there was an invisible force in the dark.
The force stopped him.
"let's go."
Mo Wen pondered for a moment, and then he went up to the abyss first. Liu Zhenxuan looked at Yinxue and frowned slightly. He knew that Mo Wen must have seen something, but the other party was unwilling to tell, and it was difficult for him to ask. With a sway of his sword, he chased
Leave without asking any questions.
On the sea, two four-winged sword ships have been taken over by the Rakshasa women. Originally, one of the two sword ships was brought by the Blood Wolf Alliance, but now it has become a trophy of the Rakshasa Sword Sect.
"The Blood Wolf Alliance is finished this time, but I didn't expect that they would target us. It's their own fault."
After understanding the whole story, Liu Zhenxuan could not help but sigh.
"The Blood Wolf Alliance has many properties and spiritual islands under its name. We can take the opportunity to take them over, which can be regarded as some compensation."
Mo Wen glanced at Bai Xiao, Yun Qingzhu and other women. They could make up for it materially, but the girls who died would never live again. Mo Wen suddenly felt a heartache. Maybe at this moment, he could truly understand these women.