"Dao Lord Demon Heart, the world of the Great Tribulation, they are back, invaders from the other world. A terrifying chill erupted in Xu Long's eyes.

There is also a killing intent that is indifferent to the extreme, this is not the idea of fighting intent at all, it is clearly pure to the extreme killing intent.

This killing intent carried a hesitant heavenly might, and at this moment, the surrounding space was constantly repelling Ziyue.

However, that repulsive force, under the strange rhythm that emerged from Ziyue's body, turned into a calm and returned to nothingness.

The purple lotus flower in the purple moon's pupils bloomed, and the laws of order in it not only emerged, but also carried terrifying power.

This power is far beyond the quality of the aura, and it seems to be a new and unknown power.

The source of this power was in the heart of Ziyue, constantly beating, emitting an astonishing aura.

This breath carries the immortality of death and the monstrous demonic aura of forest cold.

The hideous and terrifying black points of light all turned into a substantial sword at this moment.

This sword can't be called a sword.

It was just a black piece of iron in the shape of a sword, blood-colored rust, red traces of decay, and a faint aura of decay permeating it.

A wonderful rhythm constantly vibrates in the space, trying to suppress what seems to be agitating.

With a squeeze of his hand, a sword that was exactly the same in Ziyue's eyes appeared in the air. The fear on Xu Long's face turned into a murderous aura at this moment.

This murderous aura is incomparably strong, as if it is providence.

This feeling is, God let you die three watches, and the king of Hades dares to leave you five watches? This is Xu Long's killing intent, the ink-colored ink crow, stretching his body, fluttering his wings and soaring, revealing his hideous head.

It cried in the air, then exploded into a black mist that spread out in all directions.

The horror is incomparably powerful and enveloping all directions, and at this moment, now this place is in sight, a darkness, and the horror is incomparable.

This kind of horror, ordinary people take a look, and the three fires in the yang world are extinguished on the spot. Ordinary Tianjiao should also be cultivated for three days.

It can be seen that the horror of this realm, this is the dark realm of the legendary ink crow, in this darkness, he Xu Long is completely the master.

At this moment, even if Tianjiao, who stepped into the realm of heaven and man, was here, he would still be beheaded by Xu Long with a punch, making him hate him on the spot and die here.

But how could that kind of character, with his own means in his hands, step into Xu Long's realm.

No one in the Ten Thousand Realms dared to recite his name, this ink crow was a well-deserved son of the Great Dao, terrifying, and such a line of words flashed inexplicably in Ziyue's mind.

In the midst of that dark realm, Ziyue's eyes erupted with a terrifying chill all around him.

The long purple hair was windless, and a pair of incomparably bright purple star-like eyes saw a sharp sword swing forward along with the black long sword in Ziyue's hand.

It's ordinary, a simple swing of the sword, it shows a child, as if it should be so strange.

In the eyes of insiders, this sword has reached the realm of returning to the basics. There is a great terror in this, and the corners of Ziyue's mouth showed a murmur, Mo Crow, since this is the case, then give me death.

The black crown in Xu Long's eyes suddenly changed at this moment, and a figure who couldn't see his figure stepped forward, with a powerful and terrifying momentum.

Not only that, with a fighting intent from Ling Tian, all the murderous aura on his body turned into an extreme edge and was compressed on top of a punch.

This punch was thrown out blatantly, with a hesitant providence, and a strong domineering, it can be said that this punch has reached the extreme of Xu Long at this moment.

The meaning of the control rules on this punch is far stronger than the skill of percussion chess exposed by his hand, since ancient times, this punch is the right, and the art of control is naturally a big fist, not a percussion technique.

Of course, the direction of research between the two is different, although there are passable, among which the boxing method is power and control.

And the skill of percussion is a powerful manipulation, that is, subverting the fate of others, as if changing one's life against the sky.

Most of the chess players are deep-minded and calculating.

Xu Long can be said to be an alternative among chess players, who entered the Tao with the art of chess, but is famous for the art of palm fist.

This life has opened up a different thing in its own realm, it is really terrifying, and the beast melting thing in this person is also terrifying.

The twenty-four supreme creatures, the ink crows, are truly lucky.

I really don't know, who is the protagonist?

In other words, in the corridor on the other side, Liukong was dressed in a black unknown battle armor with a strange pattern of fiery red.

A pair of gray-white strange eyes with a terrifying aura, as well as monstrous thoughts, terrifying.

There was also a long-lasting concern, with a crazy irritability in his eyes, and the speed of his body increased by another tenth.

At this moment, Su Shi was in the main hall, looking at the huge purple bamboo forest in front of him, and the extremely terrifying cold figure above the forest.

There was a terrifying chill all around, and there was only one person left around the hall at this moment. Su Shi's back was sweaty, and his eyes showed fear.

Next to it is a huge blue ice sculpture in the shape of a terrifying giant blue phoenix.

What's even more terrifying is that this ice sculpture is nothing, and there is a strong sword intent of death on the forehead of that ice sculpture.

Su Shi knew what this thing was, and the clues left by his ancestors showed it.

Everything is back, so people, including them. At this moment, everything is moving, as if it is about to be revealed.

But I thought it was going to end, who would have thought that this was just the beginning.

Just at the beginning, Su Shi regretted entering this secret realm a little at the moment, what a battle of Tianjiao, this is simply a place of death.

At this moment, the Su Shi system and that task were all ignored, and he wanted to escape at this moment.

However, he couldn't escape, and the ice sculpture next to him was the way forward.

An extremely terrifying car appeared, with nine pitch-black coffins on it, revealing a rich ominous aura, and not only that, but the surrounding scene changed in an instant.

This side of the world instantly appeared in the void space mezzanine, but he didn't know which coordinate it was, Su Shi forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and cut off his distracting thoughts.

At this moment, Su Shi was like an ordinary person, and the terrifying air currents around him continued to sweep around, and an incomparably terrifying black death aura emerged from the nine coffins.

A statue is extremely terrifying, the whole body is like night, and the terrifying battle intent is full of heaven, that's all?

Su Shi thought in his heart, but saw that the figure was constantly absorbing the chaotic qi outside the surrounding space mezzanine, and the momentum of his body was constantly rising.

A body of strength, constantly increasing, with terrifying power, and a bloodthirsty aura, but this bloodthirsty aura is suppressed by an unknown black rule.

It was a simple symbol, and at the other end of it was a black chariot at the end of the terrifying nine coffins, on which only a rib was enshrined.

This bone, Puhua Wushi, is introverted, and there is no trace of abnormality, as if it is about to dissipate with the wind in the next moment.