Nine Heavenly Towers

dead…….

She is a living person, and she is also a person who can make the whole world of the second world tremble.

But in Xuan Mu's eyes, he is a dead person, a person who has no life, just like a dead bone.

Looking at the old man who looked like a dead man, the corners of Xuanmu's mouth curled up slightly, and a ghostly smile bloomed on his face instantly.

A red light flashed in the air, the old man's face was distorted, and her pupils were constantly shrinking.

But also when shrinking, the light in the eyes dissipated.The eyes are already a dead ashes, and there is no life anymore.That red dazzling, red dazzling, red ancient sword that made all the monks who saw this scene feel cold, was deeply embedded in the old man's belly at this time.

The old man has lost consciousness.Although, she didn't know how she died.However, she died without pain.

Maybe peaceful, maybe painful.Maybe lonely, maybe unwilling.No one will ever know.

Xuan Mu raised his right hand again, very slowly when he raised it, but the killing sword was not slow at all, almost in the blink of an eye, and rushed towards the short and fat monk.

Seeing this, the chunky monk quickly made a final seal with his right hand, and amidst the flashes of light, a golden light shield quickly appeared in front of him.As soon as the golden shield came out, the golden light immediately burst forth, which was almost the same as the black and white light cast by the old man.However, from Xuan Mu's point of view, this is simply child's play.His left hand grabbed the air, and a no-return pen appeared in his hand.I saw him swipe the pen towards the air.

A sharp sword light appeared from mid-air, and his right hand swiped again, drawing an arrow shadow, the arrow shadow overlapped and transformed, and rushed towards the short and fat monk.

The moment Xuanmu made his move, the short and fat monk seemed to have been sentenced to death.

——The king of Hades wants someone to die at the third watch, how dare he keep you until the fifth watch.

Although, Xuanmu is not so weird.But if he wanted the short and fat monk to die, then he would definitely not survive for half a moment.

A red light flashed in the air again, and the killing intent of this red light was overwhelming.Almost the entire sky was frozen.

A strange colorful light rushed out again.Strange scenes appeared again and again, and the old man of the Xuanji sect and the two old men of the Yuehua sect also attacked at the same time.Their speed is not slower than Xuanmu's, but the sharpness and sharpness of their spiritual power can never compare with Xuanmu's.

At least, under Xuanmu's slaying sword, there is no force that can contend with it.

The red light of the Slaying Sword flickered again in the air, and another dry bone was quickly pulled out.Then I saw two white lights bombarding Xuanmu's back at a speed that the naked eye could not see clearly.Xuan Mu's body shattered again.

This physical body is not Xuanmu's own, his physical body has already collapsed under the bombardment of a group of monks.He was like Cheng Yaojin who couldn't be beaten to death.

Relying on the power of Nascent Soul, he once again sacrificed the Slaying Sword that he had recognized, and bombarded the cultivator of the God Thunder Sect.

Seeing this, the cultivator of the Shenlei Sect revealed a look of madness, and there were bursts of thunder in his body.It can be seen that this is a monk with a lightning root.Otherwise, there must be no thunder hidden in its body.He frantically stepped towards Xuan Mu.

"Friend Shenlei, what are you going to do?" Seeing this, an old man from the Guangming Sect suddenly became gloomy.There was a break, and it sounded at the same time as the thunder.His footsteps stepped towards Xuanmu faster, and he punched out with his right hand.A white light that condensed into a ball of crystals quickly bombarded Xuanmu.

Seeing this, Xuanmu's Nascent Soul was a little confused.After the old man of Guangmingzong stopped drinking, a huge roar suddenly rose in his heart.He looked at the ancestor of the god Leizong with disbelief in his eyes, this person was about to explode himself with the top-level Nascent Soul cultivation base and the thunder spirit power contained in his body.

If an ordinary monk blew himself up, Xuanmu would not be afraid, but the opponent was the most destructive Lei Xiu.If he blew himself up, Xuan Mu's life might be lost.

"Before he blew himself up, drain the spiritual power and blood essence from his body..." This crazy thought popped up in Xuanmu's consciousness. He pointed with his right hand in the air, and with just this finger, his Nascent Soul stopped. Motionless in mid-air.His expression was extremely serious.

A green awn is like a long silk winding in mid-air, looking west from this awn, you can see a finger, and the light and shadow on this finger gradually become illusory.But the blue light on the green silk became more intense.

At this moment, the killing sword is as if it has been infused with the soul.

"bass"

I don't know if it was the sound of the wind shaking the sword, or the sound of the wind moving the long sword.As soon as the sound came out, there was a wind, it was a fishy wind.The fishy wind emanated from the ancient sword of self-killing.

The ancient sword of killing has long been separated from the wind, and it seems that the fishy wind has nothing to do with the sword.But the smell on the fishy wind is exactly the same as that of the ancient sword of killing.

quick……!too fast……!The speed is a little creepy.

The patriarch of the Shenlei Sect looked at the killing sword that was galloping towards him, and that was what he thought in his heart. He felt that there was still five breaths of time.He can explode himself, as long as he is given another five breaths of time.That peerless talent will be ruined from then on, and his dao will disappear.

However, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be not enough time.

There was also an illusion, an illusion that God deliberately extended the time.

——Reluctance, the aura of unwillingness that was as strong as aura shot out from the eyes of the ancestor of the god Leizong.

——"No, no one can stop the old man from exploding himself. You Xuanmu, what are you? Die..."

The roar shook the sky, and the roar moved the ground.Since then, a thunderous voice sounded.The whole world, suddenly, seems to have changed a world.

The thunder in his body came out more violently, and Xuanmu had an extremely dangerous premonition.

If the thunder suddenly exploded, his life would be lost from then on.However, he was unwilling.

Be present, all monks.In the face of 'not you die, how do I live? 'scenario.They are all the same unwillingness.This unwillingness condensed in their hearts for a long time, like a haze filling the sky.

A sound transmission jade slip suddenly exploded in the air.There came a sound more disturbing than thunder.

"The Kingdom of Flame Dance has raided my fantasy kingdom. Now it is plundering my Qi Poison Sect. I hope that all fellow Taoists will put the overall situation first and let go of the previous suspicions. We share the same hatred."

The voice was not very loud, but it did make all the monks feel tight.

Only Xuan Mu remained calm.It was like a dead man who couldn't rest in peace, staring at the ancestor of the Shenlei Sect motionlessly.

The ancestor of the Shenlei Sect also looked indifferent, as if he had never heard of it.He already regards himself as dead as Xuan Mu.The dead should not care about the living.

——With two breaths left, it will be able to self-destruct.

But the slaying sword approached him more than ten zhang within a short breath.There are still twenty feet, which is also the time of two breaths.

This twenty feet seems extremely far away.The green awn in Xuanmu's right hand is suddenly bursting open.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"! ! !

The green glow exploded, pushing the killing sword.The speed of the Slaying Sword is not only invisible to the naked eye, but also cannot be captured step by step by the divine sense.It can be seen that its speed is fast.

The picture suddenly froze, and the body of the ancestor of the Shenlei Sect twisted.However, there was no explosion scene, but paused in the air.The light in his eyes dimmed even more, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive now.

Red light, the sky flashed a dazzling red light again.

This red light is too familiar to the remaining six monks.Every time this bloody red light flashes, a monk's life will be taken by that little evil god who is like the king of Hades.

Familiar with everything is good.However, they didn't dare to get too familiar with this red glow.

With the familiarity again and again, they already felt that the fear deepened in their hearts again and again.

Especially after hearing the words of the ancestor of the poisonous poison sect, they suddenly remembered what the ancestor of the poisonous poison sect said during the eight major sect conferences.He said he thought he was no match for Xuan Mu.These words were once thought to be just a joke by them!

But now, everyone deeply regrets it.I regret that I didn't listen to the words of the ancestor of the Qi Poison Sect.What kind of mysterious wood did he want to chop.

The Patriarch of Qingxu Valley showed embarrassment at this time, he glanced at the two top-level Nascent Soul monsters of Guangming Sect, and glanced at the two monsters of Yuehua Sect.Said: "This person killed eight top-level monsters in a row. I'm afraid you and I are not his opponents."

"Yes." The five old monsters all nodded at the same time, showing their approval.

The Killing Sword also hung the corpse of the ancestor of the Shenlei Sect in mid-air. It was not a beheading for public display, but a killing and devouring blood.The faces of the six top Nascent Soul cultivators who were shocked all darkened.They don't understand why this killing sword is so powerful.

I don't even understand how Xuanmu's cultivation base climbed to the top-level Nascent Soul Stage strangely. This is like when Xuanmu saw Long Ye's cultivation level skyrocketed, and finally broke through the top-level spirit beast stage, and directly condensed the Nascent Soul Stage.

Even Xuan Mu himself didn't know where that majestic power came from, and why he could use it for himself.

He only remembered that sentence: My respect is still in the pan, and it will last forever.From the beginning, it is natural, the guardian of wood.The power of a leaf can kill gods and demons...

These words echoed in his mind for a long time, but he was unable to know what it meant.

And his Nascent Soul power was gradually dissipating, and he found that what he urgently needed was a physical body.Otherwise, relying solely on the spiritual power condensed within the Nascent Soul, it wouldn't last long at all.

"There are six more, six..." Xuanmu gritted his teeth and stared at the six monks around him, his eyes flickering red. "Since you want to kill me, I will return the killing to you. Don't let me down with all my hard work. Haha..."

Crazy..., he's crazy.

The six monks couldn't help trembling when they saw this crazy scene.The scorching sun was shining brightly, but they felt the biting coolness.