"The way of the ancient swordsman, ordinary and transcendent, sword spirit blood, pursues the goal for all swordsmen, because it is a kind of power that surpasses everything, can destroy everything, destroy the heavens and the earth, and people can block its blow. 【Full text reading】Visit and download txt"

Jian Ruyi spoke softly, even if he had reached this kind of cultivation, he had not refined a wisp of sword spirit blood, but this time, Yang Guo was blessed by misfortune, and in that colorful flame, a wisp of sword spirit blood was refined.

Perhaps, this is not accidental, because for thousands of years, he used his own blood every day to smear the jade carving, this is a nirvana, the nirvana of the essence of life, precipitating everything, and finally, at this moment, it is sublimated.

The sword spirit blood, transcendent and powerful, exerted its power at this moment, and spread along the black spear into the hands of the black-robed man, igniting his whole person, and the red glow dyed the sky red, very bright.

"Ah......h

The black-robed man screamed, he was in pain, but the law got rid of it, and the whole person was bathed in fire, making a crackling sound, very miserable.

"Ah...... Why?!Bronze ancient lamp, protect my body, dust spirit fire, extinguish everything!"

The black-robed man roared, he endured the severe pain, summoned thirteen bronze ancient lamps, hovered beside him, and instantly carved out all the patterns, and at the same time, the fire in the ancient lamps also poured down like the Milky Way.

"It's useless, the sword spirit blood has turned into a spiritual fire, which can burn everything, unless there is a Yin Death River, otherwise, the law will be extinguished. ”

Dugu shook his head in defeat, and as he said, the moment the fire in the ancient lamp fell, it was instantly burned by the flame formed by the blood of the sword spirit, and the slightest wisp of smoke was ethereal, but it burned vigorously.

"Ah......h

The black-robed man shouted, and the black robe on his body bloomed with pitch-black glow, and there were several faces roaring on it, including old people, young children, middle-aged people, and young people, all of whom were howling miserably.

"How many people do you have to kill?

Everyone's scalp was numb, and on the black robe, the faces were dense, as if they were exhausted, and every face was a living being, but they were killed by the black-robed man and cast into such a black robe.

"Ah, I'm not going to die, how can the old man die?!"

The black-robed man howled miserably, a black robe blooming with pitch-black glow, circulating the breath of gods and demons, but he couldn't change everything, and he couldn't stop the burning of the raging flames.

Because, the black robe could not cover every inch of his body, and the sword spirit blood burned into his body from both hands, and the black robe had no way to stop it.

"Boom!"

His internal organs were burning, the black robe was like ink, and the spirits of the undead were roaring, but they couldn't protect everything inside him, and the black-robed man was flying wildly, looking up to the sky and roaring.

He struggled, but made up for it, Yang Guo's hands were like the roots of the earth, unshakable, holding the spear, motionless, like eternal gods.

"Boom!"

The red glow soared into the sky, the fire was overflowing, and the head of the black-robed man also burned, and his face was revealed, it was a young and heroic face, a snow-white, completely distorted.

"I am the god of the underworld, and no one can kill me!"

He raised his head to the sky and roared, hooking the power of the Great Dao, trying to extinguish the flames, but to no avail.

The spiritual fire enveloped him and illuminated the place, like the first ray of light at the beginning of the world, and in the divine peace, there was all the terrifying power.

The black-robed man was unwilling, clenched the black spear, and wanted to pull it out of Yang Guo's body and get rid of it completely, but unfortunately, everything was empty, and he was frozen in place, unable to move at all.

"Ah, I'm unwilling, the old man is unwilling!"

The voice of the black-robed man was almost crazy, after thousands of years, he finally broke through the ice and cultivated to the next level, thinking that he could defeat the enemy, but he didn't think that he would be burned into ashes by this flame.

He was full of unwillingness, a heroic face, twisted and hideous, terrifying, he roared, but Nai, who was surrounded by the blood of the sword spirit, his whole body was in flames, and it had burned to the bones.

"Ah, all living beings are revived, and all enemies are killed!"

The black-robed man roared again, the black-robed robe on his body vibrated strongly, and with a bang, it turned into a rolling black mist, with the faces of several living beings on it, all of them were hideous, and they opened their mouths, wanting to devour everything.

But it's a pity, with a bang, the spiritual fire burned vigorously, enveloping everything, refining those creatures, they were gradually no longer hideous, but turned into peaceful, faint, in the end, Qin Xuan saw several living beings, bowed to Yang Guo, and finally liberated.

"The spiritual fire is transformed by the blood of the sword spirit, and the sword spirit blood, known as the most sacred and pure blood in heaven and earth, can purify everything, the legend is true!"

Seeing this scene, Jian Ruyi sighed, the sword spirit blood is worthy of the Zen scriptures of Buddhism, it can purify all filth, once ignited, it will never be extinguished, unless there is a river of yin and death.

"The ancient lamp is extinguished, all living beings are extinguished, and the power of the underworld burns all enemies!"

The black-robed man was bathed in spiritual fire, he knew that he was going to die, so he gave up everything, and blew up the thirteen bronze ancient lamps that he sacrificed his life to destroy everything here.

You must know that the thirteen bronze ancient lamps are the treasures of the Great Dao, and they have been sacrificed by him for poor years, once they explode, then everything here will be destroyed, and the destructive power is amazing.

However, he didn't know that there was an existence here that could make it difficult for him to look up for the rest of his life, only to see Qin Xuan's master with a flick of his big sleeves, and in an instant, the explosion was like a reversal, returning to the previous moment, and in an instant, the thirteen bronze ancient lamps lost contact with the black-robed man, and he, looking up to the sky and vomiting blood, his face was full of disbelief.

"How is that possible?, who the hell are you?!"

The black-robed man was almost mad, the Great Dao Treasure had lost contact, his mind was traumatized, and he didn't even have a chance to die in the end, he couldn't believe all this.

"Ah......h

He looked up to the sky and roared, full of Nai and unwilling, the sword spirit blood came to his body, turned into flames, and wanted to burn him everything, the law got rid of it, and there was no chance of even dying in the end, and his words were sad.

Thinking of his life, heroic, famous, and cultivated to this point, he has achieved earth-shattering power, all beings admire him, and the whole world will worship him, however, here, he is about to fall.

"Is this my life, sad words, who will play a final ballad for me?!"

In the mist, there was a song echoing in his ears, it was a girl's singing, very light, muttering, Qin Xuan and the others heard it, it seemed to be the immortal obsession of the black-robed man, and at this moment, in the spiritual fire, it finally bloomed.

"Are you really leaving?" On the shore of the small lake, a weak girl, her face was full of reluctance, looking at a man in white clothes with hope and snow, eager for him to stay.

"I want to be strong, the enemy of the world. The young man in white was heroic and full of confidence, and his eyes sparkled with a brilliance that would make the sun and the moon fade.

He left there, and finally embarked on the enemy's journey, wanting to become the only one in heaven and earth, defeat the young heroes in the world, and stand on the pinnacle of the enemy.

He was so high-spirited, but he didn't notice the gloom in the girl's eyes, and he turned back and embarked on a journey to realize his dream.

"You...... Will it be back, will it be back...... See me?" the girl shouted from behind with tears in her eyes, full of reluctance.

The man in white looked back and laughed on the sky, making the sun and moon in the sky dim, and his demeanor was confident, and said, "Of course, when I become a great power, I will let the brilliance of the whole world be shrouded in you." ”

"I'm waiting for you, don't forget me, to come back. The maiden wept, cried out on the ground, and waved vigorously.

At last, he did it, and was admired and worshiped by all the world, but when he returned along the road to the little lake, there was only a tomb, standing alone, overgrown with grass, and white petals falling and shining.

The man in white went crazy, looked up to the sky and smiled, tears spilled down, his words were desolate, and he shouted: "Borrow from the sky for another five hundred years!"

Because, that weak girl, because of a problem with her practice, has passed away for 500 years.

No matter how the man in white roared, the weak girl finally left, never to be seen again, he howled, he cried bitterly, at that moment, he was no longer an earth-shattering power, no longer a hero admired by the audience, just a ...... The man who lost his most beloved woman.

He traveled all the way, hated the world, and wanted to stand at the top, he didn't dare to return here, because he was afraid of causing trouble, however, when he really stood at the top, everything was gone, and time was the most emotional.

"Borrow another 500 years from heaven!"

He wept bitterly, knelt down in front of the grave, blood and tears flowed, stained with white petals, and the wind blew, and pieces flew, turning into the appearance of a weak girl.

He cried so much that he knelt in front of the grave for a year, and he enjoyed the most splendid splendor in the world, but it was difficult to make up for the bitterness and regret of his life.

In the end, he left, embarked on a road to resurrect the woman he loved, all the way, all the way to kill, the bones were white, the enemy was all over the world, and finally he was no longer dressed in white, but in a black robe, which was full of the souls of the enemies and the faces of all beings.

For the resurrection of the girl, he dyed the souls of the dead with his hands, just for the sake of such a glimmer of possibility, but in the end, he still failed, and finally walked out of the real world where he was, killed everywhere, walked to the starry battlefield, and came to this moment.

Everyone quietly watched the spiritual fire burn his memory, and saw that in his empty eyes, blood-colored tears flowed, his words were desolate, and a sigh echoed, Yang Guo let go of his hand, and the black spear was pulled out of his body, and finally let out a long sigh.

The black-robed man, even if he didn't go up to kill, he wouldn't survive, the spiritual fire had already burned his memory, and only a trace of obsession remained, shedding bloody tears.

"Really...... Can I resurrect you, I've tried a few ways, but I can't do it! Is there really a resurrection of the dead?"

That trace of obsession, he asked the sky, but there was no answer, only his tears were swaying.

"Borrow another five hundred years from heaven. ”

With a bang, the obsession finally dissipated, and everything turned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.