The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

"Walking three times on the road to hell, Yama will not ask about the past life."

The voice of Huang Quan's incarnation sounded again in the void.

Crossing the Huangquan Road on the Huangquan Road, if you are not careful during the crossing, you will be completely lost. The lost people are the most likely to be affected by the evil spirit of the Huangquan River and fall into the endless abyss.

It can range from mental confusion and obsession to delirium, to severe loss of consciousness, dissipation in smoke, and death.

At this moment, the entire Huangquan River was boiling, and the water was rolling like a tidal wave, surging, and it seemed that it might burst out at any time. And that kind of boiling is not just as simple as what you see on the surface. There is also a black evil spirit condensed on the river that is so rich that it makes people feel suffocated.

Crazy roars came from the river one after another, which belonged to Huang Quan's will.

"The strong resentment and hostility are ten times stronger than before. These evil spirits are worthy of being born in the River Styx."

Standing on the bank of Huangquan River, Song Xing turned his eyes and looked into the Huangquan River.

In his eyes, he could see countless white skeletons floating in the water.

The resentment emanating from those corpses was enough to form an earth-shattering storm.

Each one contains terrifying power.

"Good guy, it turned out to be the formation of a hundred ghosts walking at night. The Huangquan River is unpredictable, but it is not eternal. As long as there is resentment, various changes will occur, and the position will change every time , changing directions. Every year, there are different changes, maybe this year’s position is not the current position, but every time, the use of this formation is almost impossible to break.”

As Song Xing spoke, an ancient sword appeared in his hand.

Inscribed on the scabbard are two large characters - Zhu Xian! !

"Huh, if you want to lift the seal of Zhu Xian, you need endless ghosts of wronged souls as sacrifices. There are countless evil ghosts in the Yellow Spring River, which are suitable for sacrificing swords."

Song Xing reached out and grabbed it, and he could suddenly see that there were talismans and seals intertwined on the Zhuxian Sword, exuding a mysterious aura.

Immediately, he heard a crisp sword sound echoing in the void, and above his head, a picture of the Killing Immortal Sword appeared. This is a strange picture scroll, with the stars in the sky, the sun and the moon, mountains, rivers, vegetation, and even oceans and rivers drawn on it. Everywhere is lifelike. It's like a real scene.

In the Zhuxian Sword, there seems to be a vast country hidden, where the people live and work in peace and contentment, and live a prosperous life. There is a pure land, that is the fairyland.

A majestic attraction naturally swept towards the entire Huangquan River.

The evil spirits floating in the Huangquan River were attracted and fell into the sword.

An evil spirit was swallowed into the Zhuxian Sword and turned into nourishment. The mysterious talismans on the sword flickered endlessly, seeming to become more and more mysterious. On the sword, there seemed to be a faint trace of bloody texture emerging.

The Zhuxian Sword contains a monstrous killing force. The word Zhuxian itself represents killing and destruction. This killing weapon is truly a peerless weapon, a peerless weapon capable of killing immortals and Buddhas. Even a trace of blood contains infinite lethality. Once any monk is contaminated, his body will be instantly defeated.

An iron chain protruded from the Huangquan River and wrapped around Song Xing.

The iron chain is covered with sharp barbs. Once entangled, even the iron body will definitely be cut into pieces.

Song Xing reacted very quickly and slashed the Immortal Sword in his hand without mercy. Immediately, he saw that the iron chain suddenly broke and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, in the Huangquan River, a huge black dragon claw tore through the Huangquan River and slapped towards Song Xing fiercely. The dragon's claws exuded a strong aura of death and decay, and wherever it passed, even the void seemed to be corroded.

Song Xing waved the long sword in his hand and attacked the dragon's claws boldly.

This is a gigantic dragon that is thousands of feet long. Its body is covered with pitch-black scales. It has a huge head and thick limbs. Its claws glow with an icy cold light. On its back, it also spreads huge wings. Every time it breathes, They all spit out a jet-black poisonous mist. The poisonous mist made a sizzling sound during the collision, and seemed to be able to corrode and penetrate steel. "Dragon? A monster in the Yellow Spring River."

Song Xing narrowed his eyes. I felt secretly awe-inspiring in my heart.

The aura emanating from this dragon is extremely terrifying. It is an aura that has reached the level of a celestial being and is extremely powerful.

Before Song Xing could take a closer look, he saw that the dragon's tail slammed into Song Xing's chest. The terrifying force shook his body and he couldn't help but take half a step back.

Dragon beasts such as dragons are known for their strength, and this dragon's attack is even more domineering and brutal.

"Good guy, he's really awesome."

Song Xing's eyes showed admiration: "No wonder someone once said that the Jiaolong clan has innate divine power and is a natural fighting race. Among the dragon clan, they are considered a tyrannical race. Although they are not ranked high among the dragon clan, once they step into the world of metamorphosis, If you are in a certain state, you are qualified to compete for the position of Dragon Son, and you are not necessarily weak. "

While he was talking, the dragon suddenly roared and charged towards him again.

Every move he made carried a barbaric and domineering aura.

"However, after all, you are just a dragon. How can I be afraid of an animal? How can monks like us be timid." Song Xing's heart was full of fighting spirit. He held the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand and attacked him directly.

The Immortal Killing Sword in his hand slashed hard towards Jiaolong. In an instant, an extremely sharp sword light burst out, extremely sharp, and mysterious traces emitted from the blade.

In the sword light, a little red light suddenly appeared.

The dragon's body trembled, a hideous scar appeared on his neck, and blood burst out.

The dragon's head fell off.

Where the neck was broken, a trace of red could still be seen, which looked unusually eye-catching.

The dragon is dead! !

Song Xing didn't stop, he jumped up and swung the Zhuxian Sword directly, sending out violent fluctuations on the sword. The sword trembled slightly.

Bolts of thunder descended out of thin air. The silver snakes flickered and jumped in the lightning, and the thunder and lightning fell densely around the Zhuxian Sword, converging on the sword, making the sword light around the Zhuxian Sword even more brilliant.

The sword domain in the Zhuxian Sword is also increasing, and the sword energy is getting stronger.

The Zhuxian Sword moved forward through the waves in an instant. No matter what obstacles were encountered along the way, they were easily overcome. No matter what you encounter, it can't resist the sharp edge of the Zhuxian Sword, and it can be penetrated with one sword. Cut off.

In the Huangquan River, lotus flowers are floating, the lotus flowers are swaying, blooming with strange divine light, and mysterious spells are constantly ringing. But all of this was destroyed in an instant.

The phantom of a demon god appeared, but did not get close to the Zhuxian Sword. It was crushed by a burst of sword energy, minced into pieces, and disappeared completely.

A lotus platform suddenly appeared in the underworld, and a white flame emerged from the lotus platform. As the white flame appeared, the temperature on the lotus rose rapidly and became hot.

In the white flames, a green lotus can be seen.

The aura exuding from the green lotus is full of vitality. It seems that some kind of strong explosive force is brewing. That flame is a fire, burning. (End of chapter)