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Under the indiscriminate bombardment, the lifeless sea of blood could no longer change back to its previous calm state.

The boundless sea of blood gradually boiled, and the tide of blood rolled.

It was accompanied by a huge stealthy shadow beneath the surface of the sea, and a hoarse chirping sound that sounded around them, piercing and eerie, like a wail and a roar.

A jade skeleton slowly emerged from the sea, as high as a cliff and as wide as the sun.

Ning Yao, who was suspended above the sea of blood, was like an ant in front of it.

And even in the face of such a behemoth, Ning Yao did not show the slightest timidity on her face, and her expression was even a little excited to try.

"This time, I will definitely beat you so much that you don't even recognize your mother!" Ning Yao said again in a hoarse voice.

She watched quietly.

Waiting for this tens of thousands of feet tall skeleton to completely step on the sea of blood, only the ankles are still immersed in the bottom of the sea.

Under the faint light, the skeleton shone with a shallow luster, glowing with a deep and gloomy temperament, faintly exuding an incomparably bloody aura, as if it was the source of evil from hell.

At its ankles, however, there were stout black chains, as if to imprison it.

The skeleton's arms are pressed together and placed flat on the chest.

On the hand bones that are close to each other, there is a throne of white bones.

In the throne, there is an almost transparent phantom.

The phantom crossed Erlang's legs, his arms resting diagonally on the throne.

Ning Yao could only barely recognize that it was a Dao figure, but she couldn't identify the gender of the phantom.

The Phantom is the master of this sea of blood, or the prisoner.

As a relic that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, this sea of blood is buried with countless secrets and riches.

And all of this is under the control of this phantom.

Those ups and downs of the skeleton are the only traces left in the world by those unknown beings in the past.

After learning from an ancient book that this relic might have an innate spirit treasure that completes the incomplete soul, Ning Yao rushed all the way to eat and rain.

It has been about two years since I stepped into this ruin.

During this time, she constantly wants to defeat the Phantom.

But he is always not an opponent.

But fortunately, due to the rules of the ruins, the Phantom was unable to kill her completely.

Ning Yao has been defeated repeatedly, and has been defeated again and again.

If you lose, you go to the hot springs, drink alcohol to heal your wounds, and cultivate.

After two years of training, whether it is swordsmanship or cultivation, Ning Yao has made great progress.

From the lack of backhand power at the beginning, to the reluctance to face a few rounds later, and then to be able to gain the upper hand a few days ago.

Except for Ning Yao herself, no one knew how much effort she had put in.

She, certainly, must bring back that spiritual treasure for Yu Xian to help him embark on a frank path of cultivation.

If she can't even do this little thing, then it is better to kill herself with a sword.

Two years.

She hadn't seen Yu Xian for two years.

"Whew~"

Ning Yao exhaled a breath of turbidity, and her expression gradually became solemn.

She raised her sword and pointed at the phantom figure on the Bone Throne.

The two are facing each other from afar.

The phantom couldn't remember how many times Ning Yao had raised her sword at herself, and she couldn't remember how many times she had beaten her to death.

But every time, the woman in front of her always recovers quickly, and then challenges herself with full of fighting spirit.

During this long and lonely time, it was one of the few pleasures it had.

But over time, it also slowly felt a little bored.

Fragile mosquitoes have been buzzing for a long time, and anyone who comes will be annoyed.

What's more, it's still a mosquito holding a sword and swearing.

It's really

, it's annoying!

"You little girl who practices swords, don't you bother!" The voice of the phantom who doesn't know the gender is also neutral, "I know that you can't beat me no matter what, so you have to come over again and again to find death

?" "Are you all so cheap when you practice swords?"

Hearing the other party call herself a little girl, Ning Yao didn't make any waves, just smiled lightly:" If you get annoyed, just admit defeat and give me that treasure. The

Phantom shook his head, "You know, it's the rule.

Ning Yao smiled again, and responded disapprovingly, "Then isn't it enough

to break the rules?" "Break the rules?" The phantom was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then laughed, "The rules are said to be broken by you talking? Why do you break it? With the exercise you cultivated, or with the immortal sword without the sword spirit in your hand?"

Ning Yao shook her head lightly and nodded again.

She looked at the long sword in her hand, and her expression slowly became serious, "On my own, and on it."

This confident answer made the phantom fall silent again.

To its surprise, it vaguely believed Ning Yao's words.

Immediately after, a proud sword aura rose into the sky.

Ning Yao, who was suspended in mid-air, had a sharp glow on her body, making it impossible for people to look directly.

"This

is!" "How is it possible!"

Seeing this scene, the phantom who had been calm and calm even stood up from the throne in panic.

It looked at Ning Yao, its heart full of disbelief.

"

How is it possible!", "How is it possible!!", "How is

it possible!!"

it said several times in a row, but it still could not dispel the horror.

For tens of thousands of years, it has rarely had such emotions.

And at the moment, it is so out of shape that it can't control its emotions.

It watched sluggishly as the sharp light surrounding Ning Yao's body suddenly changed, turning into a feather of light in the sky, and then intertwined and intertwined into a white mangshen chain.

The White Mang Divine Chain pierced the void, and before even half a breath had passed, it had already firmly bound the skeleton.

The phantom clearly felt that although the power transmitted from it was not as binding as the iron chain on the bones and feet, it was already at the same level in terms of the purity of the power.

There is even a faint tendency to surpass.

"How is that possible!" the

phantom screamed, his tone no longer indifferent from before, but anxious, "You little sword cultivator, how can you reach this level of power in this realm." "

What kind of sword are you?!" "What kind of sword are you?!"

Ning Yao didn't respond, pulled a sword flower, raised the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand again, and stabbed forward gently.

The silver dazzling sword slashed across the sky, like a silver dragon coming out of the abyss, heading straight for the giant bone.

The majestic sword aura made the entire world tremble.

The boundless sea of blood seemed to tremble with fear at this moment.

The waves of blood on the surface of the sea beat one after another, restless.

The sword flashed away, as if it had never appeared.

Click,

click, click.

The piercing sound of bone cracking continued to sound.

In the wave, those skeletons were shattered.

And the bones of the thousands of feet standing on the surface of the sea also began to crumble into slag little by little.

On the throne, the phantom is still in that sluggish posture.

"You..."

it stared at Ning Yao, not knowing how to speak for a while.

"What?" Seeing

it like this, Ning Yao picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine

, and asked the phantom instead: "My sword, I have been pondering it for two years, and you can't look at it well?"

The phantom was stunned, and the sentence in his mouth was still the same, "What kind of sword are you..."

Ning Yao put away the sword, still not answering this question.

She just muttered to herself:

"In this world," "

No one can stop me from hurting him..."