sword from heaven

Chapter 22 Netherworld
Seeing them biting their red lips tightly, Song Yunge's eyes were full of unwillingness.

Their mood at this moment is almost the same.

Seeing Song Yunge being devoured, her face pale, her hair frosty, and she was weakening step by step towards death, but there was nothing she could do, and all her efforts were in vain.

Song Yunge sighed secretly, gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind.

The Tianmei Qigong that I have never wanted to use or cultivate will still be used after all, the time is fate, and the situation is pressing!

He quickly visualized a black Buddha statue in his mind.

The Buddha statue made mudras with both hands, eyes slightly closed, with a compassionate expression, stepping on a pile of kneeling white bones, and the purple cassock seemed to be blowing in the wind.

A subtle emotion and artistic conception mixed with compassion and coldness surged in his heart, and his left palm lightly touched the left chest of the old man in green robe.

This subtle artistic conception was realized after Zhou Jiuyou killed 99 people.

This is also one of the reasons why he has always resisted using it. This skill is too cruel and bloody, and should not appear in the world.

When the green-robed old man floated to avoid it, he glanced at Song Yunge's left hand, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up into a smirk.

He just wants to consume the energy and energy of the two women now, and he believes that they won't last long after performing the secret technique of overdraft potential.

The corner of his mouth was always upturned, full of joy.

It is the joy, satisfaction and eagerness that the long-cherished wish will finally come true for many years.

They will be in the palm of your hand in no time!

With the two of them, I can not only complete the magical art of stealing the sky and changing the sun, avoid the pursuit of Daluo City and the Six Great Sects, but also go one step further and truly step into the Demon Sage!
Stepping into the Demon Sage, the world is as big as it can be, and no one can stop it!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help being happier, suddenly my heart hurt, I lowered my head in a daze, and found that Song Yunge's left hand had been inserted into his chest.

He suddenly didn't react, felt puzzled, and then flew into a rage, falling into a berserk state, it's this kid again!
It is necessary to mobilize the strongest force to kill him, no longer retain a trace of his blood, and directly absorb all of it, turning him into bones!
But he suddenly softened, feeling powerless, and found that his heart was already broken, but it was crushed by this kid!
How could it be possible, how could it be possible for someone with a heart guard to have his heart crushed silently? !

What's more, even if the heart is broken, I can recover quickly with the Great Demon Heaven Sacrifice Technique. Why can't I recover now?
The heart was constantly shattered by invisible forces, smashing all the condensed forces in the past.

He weakly released Song Yunge's Baihui acupoint.

"Bang!" Song Yunge fell to the ground.

"Chi Chi!" Two whistles, two swords pierced the old man's eyebrows and throat respectively.

Zhuo Xiaowan and Mei Ying pulled out their swords, ignored the green-robed old man whose face was frozen in astonishment, and floated to Song Yunge's side.

They stared at Song Yunge happily and worriedly, and breathed a sigh of relief seeing that his eyes were still open.

"Bang!" The green-robed old man fell to the ground slowly behind them, dying of breathlessness.

"Senior Brother Song?!" Zhuo Xiaowan called softly.

Seeing that Song Yunge's left hand was dripping with blood, he handed over the snow handkerchief.

Song Yunge took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out four life-prolonging pills and one life-changing pill and swallowed them, then took the snow handkerchief and gently wiped his hands.

The bright eyes of the two women turned around on his frosty white hair, they didn't ask any more questions, they were just happy and thankful.

This battle is too risky, and the danger of the demon king is beyond their imagination.

"Junior Sister Zhuo, is our sword master so strong?" Mei Ying shook the sword lightly to remove the blood, then took out a sheer handkerchief and wiped it slowly and carefully, not letting a trace of blood go.

"Probably not." Zhuo Xiaowan shook her head, took out another sheath to wipe her sword, and slowly put it back into the sheath.

Even though they have just stepped into the sword master, because of their peerless talents, ordinary sword masters are not their opponents.

If it wasn't for Song Yunge's strange means to kill him suddenly, not only would they not be able to save Song Yunge in the end, they would have to flee for their lives in embarrassment.

Song Yunge closed his eyes, the Ten Thousand Souls Refining Talisman was running, and with a violent pull, a white light was pulled in from the center of the brow of the old man in green robe.

He couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

Finally, he lived up to his desperate calculations, and finally devoured the soul of this demon king!

Zhuo Xiaowan looked down at Song Yunge, seeing that his hair was rapidly returning to black, and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother Song, you have lost a lot of blood, is it okay?"

"It's okay, I'm very strong, not short of blood!" Song Yunge said.

"It's really all right?" Zhuo Xiaowan stared at him closely.

Song Yunge propped himself up with his right hand, and stood up staggeringly: "I'm very good!"

"Awesome, Song Yunge!" Mei Ying put the sword back into its sheath, patted her little white hands, and said in admiration, "You killed the Demon Lord!"

"Ahem," Song Yunge coughed twice reservedly, "It's a fluke!"

Although he said he was lucky, he couldn't hide the reserved smile on his face, which made Mei Ying's teeth itch.

Song Yunge really felt that he was powerful enough to kill a Demon Lord.

Can't help thinking leisurely, it seems that the Ten Thousand Souls Refining Talisman is stronger than I imagined, it depends on how to use it.

"Hmph, I'm afraid it's just a fluke!" Mei Ying squinted at him, looking him up and down, as if she wanted to see him through.

Zhuo Xiaowan also had clear eyes, wanting to see through Song Yunge.

Song Yunge waved his hand, put away his reserved smile, and felt guilty.

Although the Great Demon Heaven Sacrifice Yuanjutsu is not taboo, but after all, it comes from the Demon Sect, and it is always inappropriate to have a relationship with the Demon Sect.

And the Nether God Claw is even more taboo.

The Nether God Claw is the unique skill of Tianmei. Although it does not need to be activated by the fundamental mentality of the Tianmei sects, but the power of seducing the netherworld requires killing many people to comprehend its artistic conception and practice it.

This is the evil work of the evil work!

He was forced to be helpless just now, and he didn't care to hide it when he was dying, but now he hopes they don't see it.

"If I'm not mistaken, it was the Nether Blood Claw just now, right?" Mei Ying looked at him with a half-smile, "It's amazing, you can practice Tianmei's strange skills, Song Yunge,... who the hell are you? !"

She suddenly yelled softly, which startled Song Yunge.

He stuffed the already blood-red handkerchief into his sleeve, lightly dusted off his red robe, and said slowly: "Miss Mei has good eyesight, she is indeed a ghost claw."

Even though he didn't take out the green robed old man's heart and crushed it in his chest, he didn't expect to be able to hide it from their eyes.

The only one in the world who can break open the heart guard and take out the heart is the Nether God Claw.

"Nether Blood Claw!" Mei Ying snorted.

"Okay, Blood Claw." Song Yunge knew that the Middle-earth martial arts called the Nether God Claw the Nether Blood Claw to show its bloody evil.

"How did you practice this?" Mei Ying said coldly with her jade face tight: "How many people did you kill?!"

Song Yunge said: "If I say that this is a coincidence, Miss Mei, you will not believe it."

"What do you think!" Mei Ying sneered, she frowned and stared at Song Yunge, then turned to look at Zhuo Xiaowan: "Zhuo Xiaowan, he can't be Tianmei's spy?"

Zhuo Xiaowan shook her head: "Impossible."

This crime is too big. Once someone suspects it, after a review, it will be skinned even if it is not dead.

"Then how can he know the Nether Blood Claw?!" Mei Ying snorted, "It can't be said that he has obtained the secret book, but he can master it once he learns it?"

Song Yunge said: "To tell you the truth, Miss Mei, it's true!... I got the secret book from the demon lord I killed."

"Ha, just look at the secret book, you are still a genius!" Mei Ying curled her red lips.

Song Yunge said: "Practicing Tianyue Mountain's swordsmanship may be a little bit worse, but it may not be possible to practice other things!...Miss Mei, Tianmei's spies will not practice Tianmei's martial arts."

"That's not necessarily the case." Mei Ying curled her lips.

Song Yunge looked at Zhuo Xiaowan: "Junior Sister, why don't we kill her to save me trouble."

"Very good." Zhuo Xiaowan nodded lightly.

Mei Ying's body tensed up immediately.

"Haha..." Song Yunge pointed at her and laughed.

Mei Ying suddenly knew that he was joking, she gave him a hard look, and then at Zhuo Xiaowan, she didn't expect Zhuo Xiaowan to make a joke.

Zhuo Xiaowan said: "Miss Mei, stop thinking about it."

Mei Ying pointed at Song Yunge's hair, and snorted, "Zhuo Xiaowan, don't say you didn't see it, he has also practiced the Great Demon Heaven Sacrifice Art?"

Song Yunge shook his head helplessly.

They are all extremely intelligent people, and they really can't hide it, they can be guessed at a glance.

"I still learned it from the Demon Lord."

"There is also a secret book for the Great Demon's Heaven Sacrifice Technique?"

"Yes."

"Ha, you are really a genius, I admire you!" Mei Ying mocked.

He became Nether Blood Claw in one fell swoop, and he became Great Demon Heaven Sacrifice Art, and stepped into the realm of Sword Master.

It only took him two or three days to kill the Demon Lord, how could he do it all at once?

"I'm also amazed that I can master it as soon as I practice it. Maybe it's the same as Junior Sister Zhuo and Miss Mei practicing the swordsmanship of this sect." Song Yunge stroked his slender eyebrows, showing pride.

Mei Ying squinted at him with a look that only a ghost would believe, she always felt that this Song Yunge was weird and not quite right.

"Here!" Suddenly a shout came.

Several people floated up from the treetops, and they descended one after another, forming a circle, surrounding Song Yunge and the three of them.

Song Yunge took a glance, there were 12 people in total, all of them were Suzaku Guards, all of them had bright eyes and excited expressions.

"Dead!" Someone shouted not far away.

Everyone "huh" gathered around, looking at the corpse of the old man in green robe as if it were a rare treasure, turning over and over from time to time, looking at the wounds on his body.

"This sword, this sword, and this fist, the position of this sword is not important, it is not a fatal injury." A round-faced young man excitedly pawed at the body of the old man in green robes, pointing at the three wounds and talking endlessly. He said: "This is the Demon Lord, he can stab it, the sword technique is really strong!"

They couldn't help looking at Zhuo Xiaowan and Mei Ying.

Mei Ying snorted and said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, this devil is not us..."

Song Yunge interrupted her, and said loudly: "The Demon Lord is dead, the credit has been settled, there is nothing more to do with you!"

Everyone immediately stared over dissatisfied, thinking he was a disappointment.

"Song Yunge, you are a little swordsman, you have your share!" At this time, four figures floated in the distance, and the leader was Mei Rui.

Song Yunge chuckled lightly.

Mei Ying looked helplessly at Mei Rui, who was fluttering down, swaying her folding fan, and looking flamboyant and unrestrained.

Mei Rui clasped her fists and bowed to Zhuo Xiaowan: "Miss Zhuo, you're being polite!"

Zhuo Xiaowan nodded lightly.

Song Yunge said: "Mei Rui, do you want to take credit too?"

"Joke!" Mei Rui sneered: "I'm not like you, a little swordsman insists on brazenly relying on the two sword masters to claim credit!"

Song Yunge said: "Mei Rui, you made a mistake, Junior Sister Zhuo and Miss Mei are both sword masters."

"Oh—?" Mei Rui was overjoyed immediately: "Little sister, have you become a sword master?!"

Mei Ying nodded helplessly.

Mei Rui didn't see her eyes clearly, and laughed loudly, put away the folding fan violently, and slapped her palm vigorously: "Okay! You really deserve to be a wizard, and you will become a sword master, haha! Hahahaha..."

Seeing Song Yunge's smiling face, he quickly withdrew his smile, and pointed at Song Yunge with a folding fan: "A little swordsman can take the credit of two sword masters, the thickness of his skin is really appalling!"

Song Yunge laughed and said: "Mei Rui, I have good news for you, I am already the sword master!"

"Huh—?" Mei Rui's face changed, and she looked at Mei Ying.

Mei Ying nodded helplessly: "It is indeed the sword master, brother, this matter is a bit complicated, I will explain it to you later."

Seeing that she was winking, Mei Rui closed her mouth knowingly, her eyes passed over Song Yunge, and looked at the people with their ears pricked up in the distance, coughed lightly and said: "If that's the case, then congratulations, little sister, Zhuo Girl, killing the demon king is a great achievement."

Mei Ying nodded lightly and smiled.

Although the old guy didn't kill him himself, it's about the same. Without him and Zhuo Xiaowan restraining him, Song Yunge would have turned into a skeleton and died a long time ago.

They all covered the strange shape of their arms with their sleeves, so as not to frighten others. This battle was the most dangerous in their lives, and it was still thrilling to think about it.

What is he thinking?
Killing the Demon Lord as a swordsman and stepping into the realm of the sword master is enough to become a blockbuster and become famous in Da Luo City, washing away his weak image in the past.

No one will miss this opportunity, right?
Fame is extremely important to martial arts masters. It is an invisible but powerful force. A high reputation will bring many conveniences and more resources. How could he give up?

"Thank you two girls for saving your life." Song Yunge clasped his fists and thanked solemnly.

He was sincere, even Mei Ying, who was at odds with him, had no selfishness, and devoted herself wholeheartedly to saving herself.

Zhuo Xiaowan smiled and said nothing.

Mei Ying grinningly nodded and accepted.

Neither of the two women sabotaged his plan, since he wanted to hide his clumsiness, then he was allowed to hide.

"What nonsense!" Suddenly, a tall, thin middle-aged man and a middle-aged beautiful woman appeared.

"Uncle Master." Song Yunge clasped fists with Zhuo Xiaowan and Mei Ying at the same time.

The Suzaku guards around were silent like cicadas.

The tall, thin, middle-aged man has a slender figure, is dressed in a blue shirt, and wears a wine gourd around his waist. His handsome face is full of contemplation, and the brows are lonely and lonely.

The middle-aged beautiful woman is petite and exquisite, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, beautiful and charming, she fits well with the tall and thin middle-aged.

The tall and thin middle-aged man is Xin Buli, the sword-passing elder of Tianyue Bieyuan, and the woman is Mei Yinghua, the sword-handling elder of Wuliang Bieyuan, Mei Ying's aunt.

Xin Buli frowned and scanned the field.

Since they had already killed the Demon Lord, even if they had made a great contribution, there was nothing to say, except to blame them for being greedy.

"Let's go." Xin Buli flicked his sleeves, Zhuo Xiaowan and Song Yunge were lifted up by an invisible force, and disappeared into a shadow in the distance.

Mei Yinghua rolled up Mei Ying, and the two disappeared without a trace.

As soon as they left, all the Vermilion Bird guards gathered around the green-robed old man and studied his corpse again.

This is the corpse of the Demon Lord, it is rare to see it in several years, how can we let this opportunity pass.

Some also commented on Song Yunge, envied that his luck was against the sky, and that he had a wonderful feat with Zhuo Xiaowan and Mei Ying.

Those are Zhuo Xiaowan and Mei Ying, their eyes are above the top, how could he, Song Yunge, be able to follow behind them!

Envy, jealousy and hatred are surging.

(End of this chapter)