Dragon Vein Martial God

The collision between Shen Tuyang and the man in black robe seemed to be evenly matched, but Shen Tuyang did not have the slightest joy, instead his expression became extremely ugly.

Don't forget, they are still in the bloody formation called the Blood Soul Demon Sad Formation.

With the sword he just made, he only took advantage of the opportunity to take the first shot to cut off a lot of blood fog. Now, he has no chance to deal with the blood fog, and the man in black robe will not give him a chance.

Continue to stalemate... The blood soul demon sad formation will become a means of distinguishing between life and death.

Thinking of this, Shen Tuyang hurriedly shouted: "Jiang Ting, you still haven't moved the magic weapon spirit... Don't deny that Heiyu Pavilion's wholeheartedly kills you, you must have the magic weapon spirit of Senior Qingfeng!"

The man in black robe sneered: "Don't waste your time... He, can't hear."

The blood mist surged, and suddenly it quickly became dense again.

"Zizzizi..." The protective cover on Shentuyang's body seemed to have encountered something that was rapidly corroding, and even began to emit blue smoke.

"Damn it!" He cursed again, Shen Tuyang didn't care about anything else, he clenched the giant sword in his right hand with mana, but this time he didn't split it out, but suddenly slammed it downwards.

At his feet is the sky.

However, when his sword was inserted, it seemed to be inserted into the space... The giant sword stood straight in front of him.

Then Shen Tuyang sat cross-legged in front of the giant sword, gritted his teeth slightly: "Edict!"

Fingers swiped across the body of the giant sword... Bloodstains appeared in the giant sword in some mysterious trajectory.

"Huhu..." Countless voices rang out.

The black-robed man looked up... In the sky, countless golden giant swords manifested. At first glance, the number was at least a thousand, densely packed, like a river composed of giant swords.

Shen Tuyang went down again.

The giant sword in front of him trembled slightly... Countless giant swords in the sky fell instantly.

Unexpectedly, the man in Heipao was not surprised but delighted: "If you are steady and steady, and I want to clean up you, it may really take a lot of effort."

Shen Tuyang heard the words, but in an instant, he didn't know what to think, and his expression changed drastically.

"Blood soul, demon sorrow... Jie Jie... blood soul demon is sad, ruthless, bloodthirsty and violent demons will also be sad, you, how can you not be sad!" The black robe turned into a blood light and disappeared not see.

Blood Soul Demon Sorrow Formation... Resentful souls are for blood souls, and blood fog is for demon sorrow.

The blood fog and the resentful soul appear together, which is the sorrow for the blood soul demon... But if there is no resentful soul, only the blood fog, then there is only the demon sorrow.

The battlefield where Shen Tuyang was located had no resentment.

Of course, Shen Tuyang was worthy of his cultivation in the Golden Core Heaven Realm.

Seeing that the man in black robe disappeared, he hurriedly stopped his attacking movements, and teased with his hands, "Not good..."

"Jie Jie..." The strange smile of the man in black robe began to echo, and it was impossible to tell where it came from.

A vague murmur echoed here: "There is one death in life, and sooner or later I will die, why should I have to work hard to live?"

That voice is like male and female, old and young, good and evil.

In the end what is, can not tell, can only feel a little hazy.

Shen Tuyang's body trembled slightly, as if he was suffering some kind of incredible attack.

The voice continued: "Look at Jiang Ting, you are only two hundred years old, but you are already in the Golden Core Realm... You are now nine hundred and thirty-seven, but unfortunately you are only in the Golden Core Heaven Realm, such a waste, what else do you have? Face living in the world?"

This time, the voice turned into a snarl.

"Child, the world is too bitter, but the teacher is at ease in this ghost, come to the ghost to find a teacher..." The voice became peaceful and warm again.

"Shen Tu..."

That voice is constantly changing, sometimes full of joy, anger, sadness and joy, sometimes full of hatred and hatred, sometimes extremely indifferent and emotionless, and sometimes all the words are vague and vague.

The only thing in common is that no matter how the voice changes or the sentence changes, there is only one core, which is to let Shen Tuyang die!

Every time the sound appeared, Shen Tuyang's body trembled slightly, sweat like raindrops, as if he could not bear it.

Until... After about a stick of incense.

"Shentu Shentu, we didn't say we should live and die together... Why did you let me die alone but didn't come to accompany me..." The voice became innocent and lively again, like a certain green pheasant girl.

And this time, perhaps the voice this time was the weakest and softest part of Shen Tuyang's heart, or perhaps it was that Shen Tuyang had reached the limit, and this time the voice was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Anyway, this time the voice just appeared.

Shen Tuyang suddenly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the giant sword in front of him, and blankly at the countless rivers of giant swords in the sky that have not yet fallen.

After a long while, Shen Tuyang's eyes were a little dull, and all his thoughts were gray: "I should have died a long time ago... why should I still live... I should die..."

After a few murmurs, Shen Tuyang slowly closed his eyes, and even dissipated his mana, and his body fell downward as a free body.

Because he dissipated his mana, the protective cover disappeared... Blood mist rushed up, from his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and even the pores of his skin, frantically pouring in.

The giant sword river in the sky also suddenly fell... It was not the formation, nor the blood mist, but Shen Tuyang himself.

After half a breath, the giant sword came first, chasing after Shen Tuyang, and then...

"Bang bang bang..." The muffled sound came over and over again, Shen Tuyang was hit by the long river of great sword he displayed, and he was defenseless... ten dead and no life.

No bones left!

After half a breath.

The black-robed man who merged into the blood mist reappeared, with a lot of sarcasm in his eyes: "Jindan Tianjing? Under the sorrow of the blood soul demon, what can I do?"

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Tianlan, north, edge.

The gate of the Juque Gate is located.

In the depths of the Juque Gate, there is a great hall, which is guarded by disciples of the Foundation Establishment all the year round.

door of the hall.

The two disciples guarding this place stood at the door in all kinds of boredom, their bodies were lazy and their faces were full of boredom.

The disciple of Juquemen on the left opened: "Have you heard that Elder Shentu has sent back news that he has captured Jiang Ting and is escorting Jiang Ting to the sect."

The disciple on the right responded: "I already knew it, don't look at Jiang Ting's reputation..."

Before he finished speaking, the man's expression suddenly changed greatly, and he stared blankly at the main hall... The main hall could only have more than a hundred wooden plaques on it, and none of the wooden plaques had a name on them.

Ancestral hall?

Feiye... The wooden plaque in there is not a spiritual position, but a magic weapon linked to the elder-level powerhouse of Juquemen. That magic weapon is stained with a drop of blood from the owner of the corresponding name.

In addition, the wooden plaque is specially cast and contains a special formation... Even if they are separated by thousands of miles, they can sense the life and death of the owner of the name through the wooden plaque.

At this moment, there is a wooden plaque inside that has been smashed... Although the smashed wooden plaque cannot be named, but, as the disciples guarding here, they remember the wooden plaque very clearly.

Remembering all the names is just the most basic... They also remembered the positions of the corresponding wooden cards.

That wooden sign that suddenly shattered... If they remembered correctly, the name on it should be Shen Tuyang!