The coercion emanating from this hand is very powerful, and it has only been seen in his life, but that person did not flinch, and still held himself to meet it brazenly!

Even if it has just gone through a big war!

The powerful hand was finally retracted by the one who cut off one of his fingers, and the sky returned to clarity, and the man was also seriously injured and unconscious, falling from the sky with himself.

For a long time, I was placed in a pool of blood, and finally one day, I recovered as before, separated a soul and a soul and began to reincarnate, waiting for that person to come back again!

The ninth generation waited, and in this life, he waited for that person, and he named himself the cold day, which made the sky cold!

The picture turned again, back to reality, and Han Tian's soul also smiled at the red figure, and then, the red figure came to Han Tian's soul and turned into a blood-colored light and poured into Han Tian's eyebrows.

Immediately afterward, Hantian's hair began to turn blood-red, followed by his eyebrows, and his clothes were all blood-red.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a blood-colored light flew through the clouds and towards the south!

The white-haired Mu Xuechen has lost his nature at this moment, and he is frantically rushing to the north all the way, cultivating to Mu Xuechen, who has climbed to the peak of the Martial Emperor in one fell swoop, and the speed at this moment is also incomparable, and the snow mountain is already in sight.

However, at this moment, a bloody light flew in, Mu Xuechen stopped his figure, and a red-clothed and red-haired young man appeared in front of Mu Xuechen.

Mu Xuechen was slightly stunned, smiled knowingly, and said after a long absence: "Devour, you're back!"

"Cold Weather" also smiled at Mu Xuechen and nodded.

In the infinite space, a blood-colored long sword automatically flew out of the Wuji Pagoda, appeared on the right side of Mu Xuechen, suspended in the air, "Cold Sky" glanced at the floating blood-colored long sword, turned into a ray of light and submerged into the sword, and the long sword suddenly trembled.

On the sword body at the front of the hilt, three blood-colored words slowly emerged:

Devouring Sword!

The God Devouring Sword let out bursts of joyful sword roars!

"Return!"

Mu Xuechen raised his long sword and suddenly shouted.

In the Blood Demon Cave, the Ghost Venerable and the Rakshasa Venerable looked at the sword scabbard in the pool side by side, their eyes complicated.

After a long time, the scabbard suddenly trembled, buzzed, and then rose to the sky, directly turning into a ray of light and disappearing into the hole!

The two of them suddenly became extremely excited, and the Ghost Venerable said in a trembling voice: "It's Lord Demon Venerable who has returned, Lord Devouring God has already joined Lord Demon Venerable, Rakshasa, we should also go out!"

Venerable Rakshasa looked at Venerable Ghost Shadow with a smile, and the two of them glanced nostalgically at the two dry bones shrouded in wide robes under the grape trellis, and they also turned into two rays of light and disappeared into the cave.

On a plain, two figures anxiously rushed to the north, swept dozens of feet, and the wind was galloping.

Two rays of light flew from behind the two of them, and the speed was extremely fast, and they came to the top of the two of them in the blink of an eye, and they didn't enter the top of the two of them before Shura and the ghost could find out!

The Shura ghost stopped suddenly, a painful expression on his face, and his face distorted.

At the same time, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the universe seemed to be reversed, and there was darkness between heaven and earth!

The aura on the body of the Shura ghost also began to rise sharply, skyrocketing all the way, and in an instant, it rose from the high level of Martial Zun to the realm of Martial Emperor!

However, it has not stopped, with the wind howling, in less than a quarter of an hour, the cultivation of the two has reached the peak of the Martial Emperor, and the rising momentum is still unstoppable, directly crossing the peak of the Martial Emperor and reaching the realm of Shenqiao!

Finally, the cultivation of the two survived at the peak of the three grades of Shenqiao.

"Alas...... After all, it is our reincarnated physical body that is too weak to withstand the Venerable realm. "Shura" sighed helplessly.

"Well, if we forcibly ascend to the Venerable Realm, I'm afraid that the seal that sealed the Heavenly Dao barrier back then will also collapse, and when the Heavenly Tribulation comes, such a weak body will be blown to ashes. "Ghost" nodded.

"Fortunately, we left a hand at the beginning, and our breakthrough can be regarded as a hidden from the heavens, so let's go, Rakshasa, don't let Lord Demon Venerable wait too long!" Shura said.

Then the two of them continued to fly north, more than a hundred times faster than before.

Mu Xuechen held the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other, laughing wildly, and her white hair fluttering.

With a loud sword roar, the long sword was sheathed.

"I'm back!"

Mu Xuechen glanced at the sky, revealing endless hatred, unwilling!

"Welcome back to Lord Mozun!"

At this time, the Shura ghost had already appeared behind Mu Xuechen. Or that these two people are no longer ghosts and Shura, and the Ghost Venerable and the Rakshasa Venerable, and Mu Xuechen is no longer Mu Xuechen, but a generation of peerless Demon Venerables!

Mu Xuechen turned around slowly and said, "Ghost, Rakshasa!"

"The subordinates are here!"

The two got down on one knee.

"You go to the Demon Cave and wait for me first, and the deity will arrive later!" Mu Xuechen said.

"Yes!"

The two said yes and turned and flew south.

In the sky above the Xueling tribe, Mu Xuechen was stuck in the air, and the blood sword was unsheathed.

A flash of blood flashed, and the glacier behind the Xueling tribe collapsed with a bang, pressing straight towards the Xueling tribe!

Hearing of the sudden change, there was a panic in the Xueling tribe, and everyone fled in a panic, but the coverage of this glacier was large enough to envelop the entire Xueling tribe.

Thundered......

With a loud bang, the glaciers finally fell, and the Xueling tribe had no survivors!

However, Mu Xuechen did not leave, but looked coldly at somewhere below.

Bang......

The ice and snow cracked, and a figure flew up from the ground, with unkempt hair and a glimmer of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Who is it!" Xue Ling Shengxu was like a madman, and she looked up to the sky and howled in pain.

"Humph!"

Mu Xuechen looked at the crazy Xue Ling Shengxu coldly.

Xue Ling Shengxu looked at Mu Xuechen, and pointed at Mu Xuechen angrily and said, "You devil, take your life!" After speaking, Xue Ling Shengxu raised his knife to kill.

"Sacrifice the sword!"

Mu Xuechen muttered softly, the long sword swept horizontally, the big knife in Xue Ling Shengxu's hand was broken in response, and a head flew into the sky with a frightened expression.

Mu Xuechen didn't look at the head thrown into the sky, and turned around and left directly.

On the ground, except for a headless body and a broken head, there is no trace of the Xueling tribe, and so far, a tribe has disappeared in the long river of history.

In a green bamboo forest, Mu Xuechen suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, holding on to a bamboo, his expression was extremely painful.

Indeed, Mu Xuechen's divine stick suffered a stroke, and Mo Tian's soul did not recover his strength, and he became weak after the previous battle, which made him temporarily lose control of Mu Xuechen's brain and soul.

Mu Xuechen, who had recovered his true nature, looked at himself with white hair, and smiled miserably, he could still feel the pain in the depths of his soul, maybe he would be in the devil again soon!

Mu Xuechen smiled helplessly, as if she had thought of something, and hurriedly swept into the distance......