The Heavenly Sword Emperor

"Unexpectedly, I didn't pay attention for a while, and a fly broke into the Black Wraith Prison."

Looking at Tianyang on the third floor, who was fighting the Ghost-faced Heavenly King, Huatian Demon Venerable smiled slightly.

As soon as he turned around and looked aside, the man who was imprisoned recently was also the strongest man.

"This guy seems to have... the breath of the sword of the heavens, you say, why did he come?"

Huatian Demon Venerable chuckled, hearing the words, he kept his eyes closed, and the man whose ears did not hear anything outside the window suddenly widened his eyes, "Zhutianjian!?"

Thirty thousand years ago, because he was defeated by the Heaven Transformation Demon Venerable, he left a sword in an unknown big world!

"That's right, I'm also a little surprised. The swords of the heavens can still be preserved after they were beaten like that."

"It can only be said that what Shenxuan Lao Mao gave is different."

Huatian Demon Zun laughed lightly, "You are right, Shentian Wuzun."

Black Wraith Prison, fifth floor.

On the fifth floor, there is only one cage and a set of tables and chairs.

Sitting on the chair, the Heavenly Demonic Venerable, and in the cage, under the countless sharp blades, is the God-Heavenly Martial Venerable!

"As the first human race Wu Zun who almost killed me in 100,000 years, I don't know, what do you think of this little fly that suddenly broke in?"

Huatian Demon Venerable said with a chuckle, in his words, he did not put Tianyang in his eyes at all.

Hearing that, the man who was surrounded by many sharp knives, blood kept flowing out, and disappeared under the ground strangely, suddenly showed a mocking smile.

"I can kill you rubbish."

Hearing this, Huatian Demon Venerable's face twitched, his face became cold, and then he waved his hand with a sneer.

The picture that could only be seen by him was suddenly enlarged to the point that the entire fifth floor, any corner, could be clearly seen!

"Well, I'll let you see it with your own eyes."

"What's the difference between my puppet now and me back then!"

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"Tsk tsk, is the pure primordial body still infected with demonic energy?"

Tian Yang casually repelled the gloomy grimace in front of him, chuckled softly, and devoured all the escaping demonic energy.

The name of this ghost-faced king is domineering, but the power that can be displayed is not commensurate with this domineering name.

After all, Tianyang's primordial spirit power at this moment has been in the realm of peak Wuzun for a long time, and even quantitative changes have caused qualitative changes.

Such a powerful primordial spirit power is almost an instant kill for any peak Wuzun. Although this gloomy face has been transformed by Huatian Demon Zun, it is actually like that.

If it wasn't for the fear that a sword would kill this grimace and cause no demonic energy to swallow, Tianyang would have raised his hand and destroyed Zhenyan and burned it to ashes.

"Hmph, Ghost-faced Heavenly King, but one of the most powerful works in this seat, but it took eighty-two Yuanshen of the third-tier peak Martial Venerable to make it."

"Innately, there is an extremely powerful resentment, plus my injection, not to mention a little fly that sneaked in, even if it was you back then, it may not be the opponent of the ghost-faced king!"

Huatian Demon Venerable sneered and sneered.

Looking at the picture, Tian Yang, who was constantly swinging his sword to fight off the grimace attack, showed a deep disdain.

Such an attack, for the ghost-faced king, has approximately zero effect.

How is it possible, with this, to defeat the ghost-faced king?

"Wait, no more than ten minutes, this little fly will be exhausted and become a part of the ghost-faced king."

Huatian Mozun sneered again and again, while Shentian Wuzun kept his face unchanged and spit out a sentence.

"I think it's your garbage that will be killed by this little guy first."

Hearing the words, Huatian Mozun's expression suddenly turned cold, "Humph! When this little fly is dead, I want to see how hard you can be!"

At this time, the Black Wraith Prison, the third floor.

Tianyang stepped on the vastness and nine changes, and instantly avoided the blasts of the primordial spirit that covered an extremely wide area, and with a wave of his hand, the stars flew out like shooting stars.

Violently, it pierced through the body of this sinister grimace!

"This guy's devilish energy, that's all?"

Feeling entangled for a few minutes, the amount of magic energy absorbed was not even half of the envoys of the Illusory Temple, Tianyang frowned slightly.

The strength of this gloomy face is not known how much stronger than the messenger of the Illusory Temple, but the magic energy absorbed by Tianyang is so rare.

"My ghost-faced king, but my most outstanding work in the last 20,000 years!"

"In this galaxy, I don't know how many human race powerhouses are staring at the Black Wraith Prison in this seat, and they have also obtained a lot of martial arts aimed at demonic energy."

"Therefore, I took the human race Wu Zun Yuanshen as the basis, and the magic energy is just a support!"

Seeing Tian Yang's frowning look, Huatian Demon Venerable laughed out loud.

Before, I don't know how many human cultivators tried to kill this powerful warrior when he let the Ghost-faced Heavenly King go out.

However, they soon discovered what was wrong with the Ghost Faced King!

The magic-breaking treasures they are proud of, in front of the ghost-faced king, they seem to be ticklish and useless. Instead, they are the inhuman beings chased and killed by the ghost-faced king!

It is because of this characteristic that at least dozens of Peak Martial Venerables have died under the Ghost-faced Heavenly King.

Tianyang will also become one of these dozens!

"The primordial spirits are all rotten, and the demonic energy is only a few pounds or two. It's nothing if you want it. What's the use of you?"

Tian Yang frowned, too lazy to bother, and stood still in an instant.

Seeing this, Demon Venerable Huatian even burst into laughter, "How dare you stop in front of the Ghost-faced Heavenly King? Shentian Wuzun, you're not a good sword pick!"

Hearing this, Wuzun Shentian, who had been sarcastic all the time, suddenly sank slightly. Although he had been imprisoned for 30,000 years, he still had extraordinary combat experience back then.

Before that, Tian Yang had been dodging all the time, and occasionally used a few martial skills with minimal lethality to repel the Ghost Faced Heavenly King.

stop now...

Isn't this a chance for Ghost Faced King to kill him!

"go to hell!!!"

The ghostly face screamed, and the attack of the primordial spirit that was enough to kill the peak Wuzun turned into a long thorn, and shot at Tianyang!

The blood is shining, the world is dark!

Huatian Demon Zun laughed, and he couldn't wait to see that God Tian Wu Zun's belief collapsed and his face was ashen.

"A piece of trash, just a second."

At this moment, Tian Yang let out a breath.

I have a mouthful of mysterious yellow energy that can swallow the sun, moon, and stars.

In one breath, it burst out suddenly, turning into a terrifying sword of the holy realm, bursting out towards the grim face!

Swordsmanship in the holy realm, beheading people, beheading bodies, beheading spirits!

A sword shot out, the sword light shines in the world!

The expression on Huatian Demon Zun's face froze for a moment, and the next moment.

One after another, the frightening fragments of the primordial spirit suddenly exploded under the sword energy.

Huatian Mozun's strongest puppet, the ghost-faced king, has fallen!