Immortal Sword Master

Huh!

He also pulled out the second mourning sword, pierced through his waist, and passed the sarcoma straight.

The blade penetrated through the left waist eye and penetrated through the right waist eye again. He pierced himself.

Blood poured from the wound like a stream.

This blood is dead blood and no longer has any activity and resilience. Just a by-product of being crushed by three forces.

Huh!

A light sword was condensed, Lin Xin did not hesitate to pierce his chest.

Blood water splash.

Instead, the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger.

Huh!

Huh!

Huh! !!

A light sword condensed out, pierced severely into the sarcoma, and at the same time pierced his own body.

The sword body pierced him, densely, more and more, in the end, he seemed to become a horrible corpse pierced by Wan Jian.

And the two sarcomas twisted and struggling on his body did not know when it finally stopped and gradually lost its activity.

Feeling a tumor that has completely lost its resistance.

Lin Xin's eyes became frenzied, and suddenly he looked up and laughed wildly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha !!!"

The crazy laughter continued to stir in this layer of heaven, and the entire sea was shaking and shaking violently, setting off numerous waves.

Bang! !! !!

Suddenly, with him as the center, countless blood-red rays bloomed from Lin Xin.

Light beams pierced the sea and instantly wiped out tens of millions of tons of liquid.

Light glided across the sky, and the air was swallowed in a blink, leaving gray and black scratches.

Hundreds of millions of red beams covered the sky, like a meteor, flying towards every corner of the whole heaven.

Wherever the beam touched, the explosion and annihilation proceeded at the same time. The annihilated forces formed a huge transparent beam, which flew to Lin Xin's location and was swallowed by the black hole in his chest.

On the eleventh day, the world slowly began to shake,

With the power of the two ancestors, Lin Xin simultaneously began to pry the boundary wall of the entire eleventh layer of heaven.

He is devouring the whole world.

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Fifteenth Heaven Realm · Breaking the Void Sky.

Endless whirlpools, large and small, colorful and dense, are packed in a huge cave. The cave consists entirely of countless whirlpools, and the middle cavity.

Nine colors and Fang prison floated in the air, facing each other quietly.

Snapped.

Nine-colored straps suddenly broke.

He hesitated slightly, reaching for the jade hoop that fell down.

A hint of ominousness quietly pervaded deep inside him.

"Fang Jie is right in front of me, and the rest of the ancestors are dragged, evenly matched, and even I have the upper hand."

Nine-colored eyes narrowed slightly.

"So, what else do I have to figure out?"

He counted all the possible changes with the horror of a remote computer.

But it didn't work.

Some things, some variables, he did not include them to calculate at all, naturally it is impossible to calculate possible problems.

"Did you notice anything?" Fang Jie is still the body of an ordinary human being, and has not become a body.

Both are the same.

This is the breaking of the imaginary sky, the celestial realm that breaks away all vain and all external forces.

Even Taoist is no exception.

Therefore, the two can only fight in the most primitive state.

They have the same strength, the same level, and even the perception is just one black and one white, the difference between light and shadow.

It is the will that can really decide whether they will win or lose.

So Po Xuan returned to all its roots, stripped the essence, and let the two fight.

"You and my strength are temporarily stored in countless whirlpools and cannot be retrieved.

Only will is my only reliance. "

Fang prison faintly said.

"Everything is in your calculations, and you still can't let it go."

"You brought me here just to say this? Give victory to fate like fate?"

Nine colors disdain.

"I'm just doing what I want to do and should do." Fang Yuping raised his right hand, a crescent moon-like serrated knife appeared in his hand.

"Free Sky Moon · Shadowless Knife."

He cut forward slightly.

A simple black crescent flew towards Nine Colors.

Suddenly, the crescent moon suddenly burst in mid-air and turned into a multitude of blades like a lotus, instantly covering all the space that Nine Colors can avoid.

All the blades hit the nine-color body stiffly.

There was a squealing metal symphony.

He hovered indifferently, leaving the black blade to pierce himself.

A puff of golden light sputtered from him.

A phantom of a huge golden giant Buddha slowly emerged behind him.

"Buddha wheel."

Jiu Se reached out and pressed toward Fang prison.

Suddenly, several golden long whip-like things flew from him, and he flew towards Fang prison with the terror of high beam.

When the long whip was still a short distance from Fang Prison, it couldn't be approached.

Obviously they are flying in a hurry, but no matter how they fly, they cannot approach, as if separated by a layer of space that can never be reached.

Originally at Ning An Gong, this is a top-level method that Fang Prison has created and has completed.

Unable to break the cause and effect, you cannot directly touch him.

The two did not use other methods, but just continued to repeat the previous moves.

The seemingly ineffective move, but faintly broke through the opponent's resistance to a degree invisible to the naked eye.

The nine-colored gold body was breaking at an extremely slow rate.

The absolute isolation of Fang Prison is also slowly approaching,

Both looked pale, seemingly unaware of the change.

The seventh abyss, the broken land.

Countless white robbery is pervading everywhere. The landscape and everything of this abyss have been completely devoured by robbery. Only occasionally can there be several extremely powerful existences, hiding in their old nests and waiting for extinction.

Black earth, grey sky.

The Lord of the Four Seasons walked slowly on the surface of the hard black stone, step by step, and walked towards the land where the end could not be seen in front.

On the back of his body, a huge pustule with countless black spots in white was parasitic.

From time to time, you can see something translucent in the pustule, like a thread slowly moving downstream of the skin.

"You want to get rid of me?" A voice came to the ears of the Lord of the Four Seasons.

"It's useless. How strong and powerful you are, I will be able to cling to you and become stronger." The voice revealed a trace of treacherousness and insidiousness.

"Do you think you're eating me? Desperate eggs!" The weird faces of the masters of the four seasons, half male and half female, were painful and cold.

"What do you think?"

The Desperate Egg, the Lord of the Demon Army on the seventh day, doesn't think this Shadow City ancestor has any means to stop its parasitic erosion.

"I can't get rid of you, but ..." The Lord of the Four Seasons suddenly stopped and stood in place.

"I can get rid of myself ..."

Suddenly his entire body was split in half from the middle.

The chest and back are evenly divided into two pieces.

As if there is a sharp blade, cut it horizontally from the heavenly cover, and divide the face and the back of the head evenly into two pieces.

The trunk, arms, and legs of the Lord of the Four Seasons were all split into two at this moment.

One after the other.

The back half of the body, just separated, hesitated and cracked directly, growing a large swath of flowers and roots from the inside.

The dense roots and whiskers darted away towards the pustule on the back.

"The Ocean of Flowers ..."

The first half of the body of the Lord of the Four Seasons, intoxicated open arms.

"interesting!"

The desperate egg was dug out of a half piece of body, dropped to the ground, and quickly entangled in countless brown-yellow flower root whiskers.

A large number of spike-like roots were dartingly drilling into the pustule's shell, trying to get in and devour everything.

But all roots are easily blocked.

The Lord of the Four Seasons did not plan to kill the desperate eggs as easily as this.

They fell all the way from the river of aging, and both sides were familiar with each other's supernatural powers.

For decades of slaughter, even stupid people can be familiar with each other's tricks.

What's more, the two Taoist ancestors thought so much that they could turn countless thoughts in an instant.

"Grow."

The Lord of the Four Seasons gently reached out and lifted.

The ground trembled violently, and the ground quickly drilled countless brown and yellow root whiskers.

All the roots are twisted and twisted into a ball, then stretched, extended, and pointed.

A large root beard spike soon formed.

Huh!

The root whisker stabbed at the desperate egg.

puff!

The desperate egg was pierced directly.

The dark yellow pus is flowing out of the eggs. It looks like ordinary pus, but at the level that the naked eye can't recognize, billions and billions of worm eggs are creeping into the ground.

The master of the four seasons joined hands, and suddenly numerous flower seed spores ~ www.readwn.com ~ also floated from him.

These seed spores, which were almost invisible to the naked eye, began to kill and erode the worms that hatched from countless eggs at extremely tiny levels.

The two just stood still, as if nothing had happened. Just standing quietly.

Time goes by.

Gradually, four color auras slowly emerged from the Lord of the Four Seasons.

Green for spring, golden for summer, dark yellow for autumn, and silvery white for winter.

The four-layer halo is shining brightly and slowly turning behind him. Among them are the faint shadows of the flowers that have only opened in the four seasons, looming from the four auras.

The desperate egg was parasitized in half of the flesh. At this time, the flesh was gradually devoured completely and condensed into a dark red giant egg more than ten meters high.

Through the translucent shell of giant eggs, countless tiny eggs can be seen swimming slowly, exploding and regenerating.

The blasted eggs release invisible and invisible terror, eroding the aura of the Lord of the Four Seasons on a very small level.

Their battlefield is not here. In extremely small levels, the injuries are countless times smaller than those visible to the naked eye.

Tens of billions, hundreds of billions of spores and worm eggs are frantically killing at the miniature level, which is reduced by tens of millions.

This also caused their battlefield to spread to a small extent.

But it is far more dangerous than other Taoist ancestors.

Strength is subtle to this extent, in other words, extremely pure and pure.

The two were so stalemate, fighting for a long time.

Whether it is the desperate egg of the Lord of the Demon Army, or the Lord of the Four Seasons in the Shadow City.

They are all survivors who have gone through the battle of the Abyss.

Being able to survive that war is naturally an extremely fierce character. Daozu, who is not strong enough, has fallen into it and became the nourishment of Daozu who survived. (To be continued.)