Kowloon pull coffin

The ultimate choice
Facing the full-out attack of Patriarch Yinshan this time, Bei Mingxiu and I killed Jiejia at the same time.

Feng Shiba manipulated the storm, trying to counteract the wave of swords of the ancestor Yinshan.

The north wind howled, and the tide of swords surged.

But the sword wave was like a torrent of steel, not affected by the storm at all, but was blown by the storm to become colder and more ruthless, with a murderous intent.

I dare not take it head-on, the power of destruction contained in the wave of swords, let alone me, even the undamaged Legendary Armor of the Undead, which is in good condition, cannot bear it.

In desperation, I almost instinctively summoned the sword dragon to intercept it.

But just as the giant sword energy dragon appeared, it was directly destroyed by the sword tide, and it was wiped out in an instant.

And the next moment, the wave of swords has already hit me overwhelmingly.

I held the hero's sword tightly, stuck in the sword tide, and knelt on one knee to keep my body from being washed away by the sword tide.

The pain was unbearable, and I felt that the flesh and blood in my whole body were rapidly passing away.

I heard the sound of skin being cut, the popping of blood vessels, and finally I heard the screech of scraping bone.

The arm holding the sword has lost its blood and glass, leaving only white bones with countless tiny cracks on them.

The excruciating pain was unbearable, Zhishen screamed in horror, and desperately wanted to escape into my entrance, but I knew that if I couldn't make it through now, even if I escaped into the entrance, I would not escape death.

The hero's sword began to shake, and the tide of the sword became faster...

In the short interval between my life and death, Bei Mingxiu sacrificed an incarnation outside the body to escape from the hands of the ancestor Yinshan.

After getting out of trouble, Bei Mingxiu didn't take the opportunity to escape, but confronted the destructive power of Yinshan Patriarch's Necromancer Black Sword, bullied her and swung her sword to kill.

This was not within Chen Yang's expectations. Originally, he thought that even if Bei Mingxiu could use his incarnation to block death, the deity would definitely take the opportunity to escape, but he had no intention of fleeing at all.

Bei Mingxiu frantically slashed and killed, using his ultimate strength, and he was just like Kong Xuan, burning with vitality and soul.

Not as good as life and death, only to kill and destroy.

This is the horror of my Demonic Supreme Heavenly Venerate. There are not many Demonic Heavenly Venerates, but each of them is not easy to provoke.

Bei Mingxiu is not Kong Xuan, even if he burns to ashes, he will not be able to bloom the seven-color holy light that amazes the three worlds.

His self-sacrifice and self-destruction can only be expressed through the ghost sword.

His sword is faster, more ruthless, with a determination to destroy everything.

The ghost sword is faint, and the sword flow is continuously cutting the body of Chen Yang, the ancestor of Yinshan.

No matter how strong Chen Yang's defense is, he would not dare to let Bei Mingxiu be so obsessed. What's more, when he tried his best to kill Bei Mingxiu and me, A Li found a loophole and blocked his Qi.

A Li's heartbroken Aofeng's encounter, the arrows were dense like rain, and the moon's anger poured out.

The ancestor of Yinshan, Chen Yang, was injured again.

The injury was more serious this time, so he could only choose to retreat temporarily.

When he drew back and flew back, he first shook Bei Mingxiu away with a roar of Wangtianhou, and then gave me a very cold look.

Afterwards, Jian Chao went berserk.

……

The hero began to tremble before, and he could no longer hold me steady.

If I don't want to be destroyed, I can only choose Zheng Tianzun.

The certification of Tianzun will allow me to gain a short-term restoration of my spiritual sense, so as to counter the surging tide of swords.

On the line of life and death, there is no other choice, and I am not entangled.

I have been preparing for it all the time. The reason why I didn't prove Tianzun at the beginning is because I want to wait for that person to come.

It now appears that that person may never come.

I closed my eyes and began to silently recite the profound meaning of the Way of Seven Kills.

In my heart, I didn't regret that I didn't get the opportunity of the Excalibur, because sometimes accepting it is also a kind of courage.

And I never lacked courage.

However, just when the prophecy of seven killings was about to be announced, I suddenly felt a burst of relief in front of me.

The sword wave disappeared.

I opened my eyes and saw a familiar figure from behind.

The sword tide didn't disappear, it was just blocked by a mighty and unyielding figure from the back.

Yanhua completed the sixth Nirvana and returned to the battle in the peak state of Tianzun.

After completing the sixth Nirvana, Yanhua's gray hair has grown a lot.

Dancing with the wind.

Yu Hua, stepping forward against the tide of swords.

Every step is extremely difficult.

Even if it is the sixth nirvana, even if she already has the peak combat power of Tianzun, it is still a bit difficult to take over the sword wave that the strongest Taoist ancestor has fully urged.

It was raining, and it hit my face wetly.

It's not rain, it's the blood splattered on Yuhua's body.

The body of the god of death is enduring the shapely cuts of thousands of sword streams in the sword wave.

The legendary battle armor of the undead has been broken, and this time Yanhua can only rely on his body to pick it up.

Fortunately, the power of Jian Chao is weakening.

Yanhua's pace accelerated again, and when the sword wave finally disappeared into nothingness, Yanhua flew up into the air, and slashed at Chen Yang, who was desperately repairing the wound.

This knife cut out no longer a blue flame.

But black flame.

This kind of sword technique is not the sorrow of the soul, but the judgment of the god of death.

After six times of Nirvana, Yuhua comprehended the most powerful sword technique of the god of death in the ancient underworld—the judgment of the god of death!
In the past, Yanhua's fighting style focused on defense and instant bursts of soul energy.

The combat ability of a single target is not strong, and the destructive power of the Sorrow of Soul is not even as good as my magic sword.

Now, Yuhua's knife is no longer lifeless.

The intention of the sword has changed.

The black flame of death without temperature, ruthless and indifferent.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Not only the sword intent has changed, but also the fighting intent of Yanhua.No longer indifferent and heavy, but fanatical and bloodthirsty.

It feels like the god of death has left the throne of the god of death and stepped down from the altar.

Became, the fanatical Death Executor.

If death is not to be feared, the god of death has to judge himself.

Chen Yang's heart was trembling. He expected that Yuhua would not die so easily, but he didn't expect that the god of death who had passed Nirvana six times would master such a terrifying sword technique.

He even didn't expect that the god of death would step down from the altar, and the deity would turn into the most fanatical executioner of death to execute the judgment.

Chen Yang, he doesn't have the energy to distract himself from attacking Bei Mingxiu and me.

Now he has to concentrate all his strength to fight against the death verdict of Yanhua.

Under the blessing of Feng Shiba's Recovery Wind, my injuries began to recover quickly.

The broken skin is repaired, and the drained blood begins to flow.

My bony hand holding the sword began to grow fresh flesh.

The speed of recovery surprised me.

Turning his head to look at Feng Shiba, he finally came to his senses.

This is not the power of the recovery wind, it is Feng Shiba transferring her blood energy to me through the east wind.

The blood in my body began to prosper, but Feng Shiba's body began to dry up, and the light in his eyes began to dim.

"Don't worry, I won't die." Feng Shiba said hoarsely.

I didn't answer her, and directly raised my sword to kill Chen Yang.

Our battle situation is tragic, but I know that the battle situation on the ground will only be more tragic than ours.

Ao Han needs Jian Jia to do his best to restrain him, but what about the rest?

What kind of fighting spirit must Liu Fengshuang and the two great killing gods radiate, so that they can fight a bloody path under the hands of the six heavenly gods, the dead souls, the seventh and eighth evil kings on the ghost side?
I dare not imagine the cruelty of the battle.

The only thing that comforts me is that up to now, their names have not been read from the soul-calling banner in my porch.

Now, Yanhua's death verdict has successfully entangled Chen Yang.

It made it easier for Ali to lock onto Chen Yang's aura and shoot out one after another of destroying arrows containing the wrath of the moon god.

Bei Mingxiu was still burning, threatening Chen Yang even more.

As I joined the battle again with the Sword of Heroes, Chen Yang finally felt the threat of death.

The magic sword is surging, and the ghost sword is faint.

The demonic heart is urged, and I also start to burn.

Burn my vitality, burn my soul, never die.

So what about the strongest Taoist ancestor, behead!
Demonic people are lunatics.

I, Yu Hua, Bei Mingxiu, Ali.

Add up to four lunatics, either you die or I die.

Chen Yang's body began to shatter, the black robe on his body was in tatters, and blood spattered.

Like a trapped beast, besieged on all sides.

Chen Yang's movements became more and more sluggish, and our attacks became more powerful and violent.

"Ruling! Judgment!"

"Never die, never return, never die, never die!"

"Moon Death! Moon Fury!"

"Ghosts and gods are dark, think about yourself!"

Roar!
Chen Yang, who fell into a desperate killing situation, uttered a sky-watching roar that contained endless anger!
His eyes were red.

Immediately afterwards, his aura and divine sense suddenly changed.

The divine power of the superior erupted in an all-round way, and all four of us were repelled.

Before we rushed up again, Chen Yang's people began to undergo earth-shattering changes...

A vast divine sense belonging to the ancient prehistoric world awakened in his body.

His body began to swell, his facial features twisted, and endless black mist emerged from his body, covering him completely...

The change in front of me made me immediately think of the legend about Wangtianhou.

I know that Chen Yang has finally made his final choice.Give up the identity of the ancestor of Yinshan, and turn into the beast body of Wangtianhou.

This process is irreversible. From then on, there will be no ancestors of the Yin Mountain in the Three Realms, only the ancient undead beasts look at the sky and roar!

Roar!
This is a roar that belongs to the real Wangtianhou, a terrifying beast that I have never seen before breaks out of the fog.

The supernatural power of the most powerful Taoist ancestor, plus the beast body of Wangtianhou.

This is Chen Yang's ultimate fighting form, and it is also the existence that makes us most desperate!
(End of this chapter)