"No matter who you are, you will die if you break into the forbidden area."

Xiang Yun snorted coldly, shook his jade hand, and saw a blue ancient front suddenly appear.

The biting sword power went ups and downs, shattered.

Faintly, there was a pink haze floating and spreading all over his body.

"Om!!"

only! !

At the moment when Xiang Yun stepped forward, he saw the figure in the black robe suddenly lifted **** and gently stroked it forward.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of brilliance lit up leisurely, as if the sky was falling.

The six realms of the universe, the void of time are all broken, and there is no way of existence.

"Crack."

And before the ancient sword in Xiang Yun's hand had fallen, the arm holding the sword was directly cut off by Qinghui's sword and fell to the ground.

"what!!"

While the blood was spraying, Xiang Yun's face was already extremely pale.

Although her cultivation base is not the strongest in the contemporary era, she is also among the top of Qing Cang.

But the figure in front of her cut off her arm with only a sword force, which was ridiculous.

Looking at Qing Cang, those who can do this step, except for those supreme powerhouses, contemporary people, are afraid that only the sequence evildoers can have this power.

Who is this person? !

"Don't show up yet?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, one of the twelve jues of the Tianque Mansion, not yet the Yan jue known for its combat power, did not threaten him at all.

Such things as charming techniques are said to be incomparably mysterious, but what can be shaken is still the desire and greed in people's hearts.

For the tianjiao of this world, there are always flaws in people.

But, Ling Xiao... is not a human being.

Xiangyun, he waved to kill.

The reason why he didn't rush to do anything at this time was not because of pity, but because he wanted to force the strong man hidden in the ghost fog to show up.

although! !

Ling Xiao could feel that there seemed to be a terrifying sealing power on the octagonal altar.

But just now, this person is able to perform the spirit offensive, and I think there is a way to get out of it.

"You...who are you!"

Xiang Yun clutched his broken arm with a panic expression.

At this moment, she seemed to have an illusion. In front of the black figure in front of her, she was like an ant, with no resistance at all.

"What about you? Who are you?"

Ling Xiao smiled playfully and deliberately lowered her voice, "Or, you can tell me who is behind you... who is!"

"Don't think about it!!"

"Om!"

At the moment when Xiang Yun's voice fell, he saw a clear light shine again in front of him, shattering the sky, and crashing down.

even! !

With Xiang Yun's strength, he felt that the entire space seemed to be constrained by an invisible force at this time, and it was difficult to break free.

too frightening! !

The black figure in front of him did not have a half-sacred state pressure or supreme aura on his body.

But every time he makes a shot, he can turn the world into discoloration and annihilate the world.

Especially this kind of pure and flawless swordsmanship, as if it could tear open the blue sky! !

"Pump."

Xiang Yun's arm fell off again, and while the blood was spraying, the heart of this contemporary beauty had already trembled completely.

"Master!!! Save me!!!"

Then, she suddenly turned around and swept towards the octagonal altar frantically, screaming in horror.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao did not stop him, but quietly watched the ghostly mist.

In the next instant, he saw his fingers stick out, and he wanted to wave it down again.

At this moment, in the ghost mist, two points of cold light suddenly lit up, like a pair of eyes, showing a strange ice blue color.

"Crack, click, click!"

At the same time, the countless bones that were originally scattered in the mountain road suddenly stood up dangling.

Densely dense, boundless!

Even many of the bones are incomplete, but they still stand on the mountain road, making a weird sound.

At this moment, in their eye sockets, there were two groups of ice-blue soul light jumping, daringly rushing towards the sky.

only! !

Although the number of these bones is terrifying, the strength is too low. Only some of them are preserved intact, and even a trace of the soul remains, able to exert some power before birth.

Looking at the bone shadow rushing like a torrent of white bones, there was no wave in Ling Xiao's eyes.

Seeing his palm suddenly squeezed, the Shinto Dragon Sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The vast sacred power is like a scorching sun, exuding extremely bright brilliance.

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently and swung his sword down.

"Zheng!!"

Suddenly, above the void, there was a shocking sword energy condensed.

A general trend that swept away the heavens and the earth crashed down, like the moon falling down the galaxy, the sky was overturned, and the sky was reversing nine days.

Vaguely, an ancient dragon and emperor's shadow tore through Cang Ming, piercing through the ancient times, and straight out.

Wherever the Dragon Sovereign sword power passed, phantoms of immortals and gods stepped on the sky, overlooking the common people.

Thousands of bones shattered in a flash, and it was impossible to bear that sword power.

until! !

An icy blue arm surrounded by ghost patterns in the Netherworld suddenly emerged from the end of the mountain road, over the layers of bones, and lightly touched the center of the dragon shadow's eyebrows.

"Crack!"

A shattering sound resounded immediately, and countless cracks broke out on the dragon's shadow, and finally turned into golden brilliance and sprinkled from the sky.

Ling Xiao's eyes were light, but there weren't many surprises on his face.

He just made a sword, he didn't try his best at all, just cut it out casually.

And the strong in this ghost fog, the cultivation base is fixed on the holy realm, and the methods are weird.

Even if Ling Xiao is confident, the Saint Realm powerhouse may not be his opponent, but... it will definitely take some means.

What's more, from beginning to end, Ling Xiao had a feeling that a ghost clan who could curse Wu Hong silk could never be an ordinary powerhouse.

This person is probably a destiny, an alien destiny.

In this way, everything makes sense.

He slaughtered the human race and made chaos, perhaps just for... the revival of the ghost race.

"You are very strong, but... in front of the master, it is still inferior to ants."

Amidst the boundless white bones, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly came.

I saw a figure, stepping out of the mist, breaking through Jianhui, and appeared in front of Ling Xiao.

Xiangyun! !

It's just that at this time, this contemporary Yan Jue has two arms showing a strange shape.

It's stout, huge, icy blue all over, with thousands of ghost patterns enveloping it.

Ling Xiao was familiar with this color.

It seems that when Lu Ming finally performed the ghost clan secret technique, the ghost figure standing behind him was this... flawless and pure ice color.

"Ghost Anzi."

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, not too surprised by everything in front of him.

Since it is fighting for the sky, all ethnic groups will make arrangements in advance and arrange many means.

At the moment, it seems that Xiang Yun's luck may have come from the fact that he had found the Evil Sect's secrets when he fell off the cliff and did not die.

However, in the end, for the hatred in her heart, she still sold her soul to this strong ghost clan, and reduced it to a... turbulent green chess piece.

"act recklessly!!"

Xiang Yun snorted coldly, his eyes lightened with resentment.

Guizu Anzi, these four characters are always a rift in her Dao heart.

If she had not been blinded by hatred, how could she have done such things that betray the human race!

Now, it's too late to say anything.

What she has to do is to kill everyone who knows this secret! !