Yang Chen didn't know how terrifying this kind of dust was. The only thing he did was to let the two fire dragons of Yin, Yang, Fentian and Fire form a sealed fire cover to surround himself. Any dust would be forcibly burned by fire. (
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The dust was boundless, countless times more than the black mist of Jiuyou Flying Sword. As the black mist rolled, a condensed demonic energy suddenly broke through Yang Chen's fire shield, like a whip,
He slapped Yang Chen hard.
It looked like it was whipped on Yang Chen's body, but in reality it was an attack against his spiritual consciousness. Suddenly, in Yang Chen's sea of consciousness, there was a huge black whip that was hundreds of feet long and several feet thick.
The air filled the air, moving wildly in and out of the sea of consciousness.
In an instant, countless complicated thoughts surged into Yang Chen's heart. All kinds of emotions came one after another. In an instant, Yang Chen didn't even know whether he was going to cry or laugh, happy or sad.
The tragic memories of the past life and the hatred for Taitianmen suddenly amplified countless times. The monstrous anger even triggered the blood river under the white dragon. The originally calm blood-colored river began to boil crazily, foaming and radiating randomly.
There were bursts of murderous aura that made people's souls fly away.
Under the pressure of Yang Chen's only trace of reason, Bailong pressed Xuehe extremely heavily to prevent Xuehe from rebelling. But the long whip seemed to have found an opportunity and found Yang Chen's weakness. With several heavy blows, he directly
Drawn into the river of blood.
The fierce killing intent was even unable to resist the long whip made of demonic energy. The part where the black whip struck the river of blood quickly turned into dark red blood. This blood color did not stop and began to spread upwards.
This time, the long whip seemed to be restrained by the river of blood. The end that penetrated deep into the river of blood could no longer move, as if it was bitten by the river of blood.
The Jiuyou Feichen in the sea of consciousness finally found a chance to fight back at this time. The flying dust that filled the surroundings began to crazily absorb the demonic energy escaping from the long whip, and the entire sea of consciousness was filled with bursts of hissing energy.
sound.
Although the Blood River suppressed part of the Demonic Whip, the Demonic Whip also had a greater impact on the Blood River. The entire Blood River was filled with blood bubbles and beeping noises.
There seemed to be something surging out from under the river, causing the sea of consciousness to vibrate.
Yang Chen suddenly realized that at this juncture, the natal flying sword that he had been tempering since the beginning of foundation building was finally completed after hundreds of years of tempering, stimulated by the demonic whip.
The tempering process is about to be released.
Holding back the excitement mixed with various emotions, Yang Chen firmly trapped the demonic whip in the sea of knowledge. The range of movement of the whip became smaller and smaller, and the amplitude of the whip became smaller and smaller. Gradually,
Return to peace.
Just when Yang Chen thought he had suppressed the demonic whip and relaxed a little, the demonic whip suddenly violently rioted. After relaxing, he wanted to suddenly become nervous. But it was not that easy. Seeing that Yang Chen was about to be
Unable to extricate himself from the emotion of deep-seated hatred.
A bloody light flashed in the blood river. The light and shadow directly cut through the demonic whip, and then flickered a few more times. The demonic whip that had just returned the demonic flames suddenly stopped strangely in the sea of consciousness, and did not move.
Not moving, extremely weird.
The center of the black whip suddenly flashed a trace of blood red, and then the blood red became more and more, directly dividing the black whip into two halves.
Next, traces of blood red appeared everywhere on the black demonic whip. The blood red became more and more, and gradually the entire whip was divided into countless small grids.
Finally, large and small red grids flashed, and the black demonic whip completely turned into fragments and fell down. The flying dust in the sea of consciousness quickly wrapped these fragments, dispersed them evenly, and then quickly began to absorb them.
stand up.
The red light flashing in the blood river began to slowly rise, and finally floated to the center of the sea of consciousness, revealing the lineup.
Familiar appearance, familiar aura. Except for the different color, the other parts are exactly the same as the Immortal Killing Sword from back then. As soon as the Immortal Killing Sword appeared, it quickly grew in size and occupied most of the sea of consciousness. The sword was carried on
Shocked by the murderous aura, those black demonic fragments were shattered into pieces.
As soon as the Immortal Killing Sword left the blood river, the blood river seemed to have been drained of its spirit and no longer emitted any breath. On the contrary, when the Immortal Killing Sword touched the body, it exuded waves of frightening killing intent.
Compared to the Blood River back then, the killing intent emitted by the current Immortal Killing Sword is restrained and deep. It is only concentrated on the Immortal Killing Sword, but not a trace escapes.
The blood-red blade makes people involuntarily feel a sense of creepy fear, which brings huge psychological pressure. Just looking at this knife makes you feel this way, not to mention how you feel like you are out of your mind after being chopped.
As soon as the Immortal Killing Sword came out, all the emotions were suppressed for a moment, leaving only this cold and restrained killing intent. But then, a pure excitement arose from the bottom of Yang Chen's heart, and quickly spread to Yang Chen
whole body.
With a move of his right hand, the Immortal Killing Sword suddenly appeared in Yang Chen's hand. The feeling was so familiar that it was as if he was using it with his fingers, which made Yang Chen feel indescribably happy.
After hundreds of years of tempering, the Immortal Sword and Yang Chen have a tacit understanding of flesh and blood, as if it is a part of their own bodies, feeling and breathing.
Ling Lie's murderous intention immediately attracted Xiaotian's attention. This kind of murderous knife was Xiaotian's favorite. Without waiting for Yang Chen's instructions, he quickly appeared, opened his mouth wide, and bit the chopper in one bite.
The hilt of the Immortal Sword never let go. The huge body shrunk countless times and wrapped directly around Yang Chen's hand, connecting Yang Chen and the Immortal Killing Sword into one.
This was the first time that Xiao Tian took the initiative to sacrifice himself after arriving in the Demon Continent. Even the purified Demonic Beads could not make Xiao Tian perform like this before.
Holding the Immortal Slaying Sword in his mouth, Xiaotian also let out waves of deep dragon roars, which sounded like the sound of the blade slicing. That kind of joy from the bottom of his heart could not be hidden from the master Yang Chen no matter what.
of.
At this time, Yang Chen was even more excited than Xiao Tian. Holding the Immortal Sword, it felt like an extension of his arm. He could do whatever he wanted. A feeling suddenly arose in his heart that no matter what was in front of him, he would chop it down with one strike.
The passion to split it in two.
In fact, Yang Chen did exactly this. He raised the Immortal Sword high, without even accumulating power, and regardless of what was in front of him, he just chopped it down with a hearty stroke.
The huge space in front seemed to be suddenly separated by this sword. The sword energy permeating the ground drew a long thin line that continued dozens of miles away. (To be continued...)
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