Qingfeng lowered his head, and after brewing for a long time, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Sanqing. His eyes were bloodshot, as if red flames were about to erupt from them.

The sense of oppression that Sanqing felt became stronger and stronger, and he even felt that if this pressure was stronger, it would tear his whole person to pieces.

"Lichen, you feel this power, see if you are familiar with it!hahahaha......" At this moment, Qingfeng suddenly spoke, yelled loudly at Sanqing, and finally laughed wildly. As he laughed wildly, it was as if a strong air flow was generated from the bottom up. The air flow instantly tore his clothes to shreds, and blew his hair out. On his body, a black aura faintly rose.

"This force...... This is ......" The pressure on Sanqing's body became stronger and stronger, and he felt a hint of familiarity from this power. However, for a while, I couldn't tell where this familiarity came from.

"How, do you feel it? he's so familiar, so powerful, isn't it fascinating!" Qingfeng spoke again, with a loud shout. As he spoke, he walked forward. The closer he got, the more uncomfortable Sanqing became. Finally, I couldn't help but roar.

After this roar, the already dim runic sword in Sanqing's hand instantly radiated again, and the light of the sword body quickly enveloped Sanqing's body, resisting the strong pressure exerted by Qingfeng for Sanqing. At the same time, Sanqing finally felt that this mysterious and powerful power in Qingfeng's body actually belonged to another person, and that person was Qingfeng's twin brother, the Great Demon King Yinglou!

"It seems that I am right. Win Lou, you have already killed you!" Sanqing separated his feet from front to back, and after standing firmly, he opened his mouth and said this to Qingfeng in a deep voice.

"No, no, no, I didn't kill him! It's just that I assimilated him! We are already compatriots of the same mother, and in this state, isn't it exactly what you used to say about returning to the basics?"

"Hmph, you're not going back to basics, you're going mad!" San Qing snorted coldly, and said this helplessly and disdainfully, and after finishing speaking, he lifted the talisman sword and rushed towards Qingfeng. He had only one purpose, to prevent Qingfeng from getting close to the coffin and to buy more time for Soul Haoxuan. Although he didn't know what Soul Haoxuan was doing, Sanqing still made the determination to fight to the death.

"Very good! Before, you only saw him invincible on the battlefield, right? Now, I'll let you feel this power!" Seeing Sanqing Dynasty rushing by himself, Qingfeng immediately raised a hand and took Sanqing's first sword hard. While receiving the sword, he also said this in a deep voice.

"Evil is invincible!" Sanqing shouted angrily, and then jerked the talisman back with a slam back. The blade of the rune sword slashed through Qingfeng's palm, and black blood flowed out.

Qingfeng glanced at his injured hand, and his face did not have the slightest pain, but looked very excited. He slowly lifted his injured hand, spread his fingers, and let the blood flow. His palms were bleeding faster and faster, until they finally formed a column of blood between his palms and the ground. The moment this pillar of blood was formed, it began to emit a black light.

Seeing the pretend, Sanqing knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly launched an offensive towards Qingfeng.

In the face of Sanqing's attack, Qingfeng still stood motionless, letting Sanqing's rune sword slash at him. After a few back and forth, there were multiple wounds on his body, and they were not lightly injured. But he didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and the blood flowing from these wounds quickly merged into the pillar of blood that Qingfeng's palm connected to the ground.

The light of the blood pillar became more and more dazzling, and Sanqing gave up the attack on Qingfeng's body, and slashed the runic sword in his hand towards the blood pillar in Qingfeng's hand.

At the moment when the rune sword touched the blood pillar, only a "bang" sound was heard, and the blood pillar burst out with a ray of light, and Sanqing's whole person immediately flew upside down and fell heavily on the steps.

Looking at the clear wind again, where is there any pillar of blood in his hand, he clearly holds a dark red spear that still glows! This spear is the weapon used by Yinglou to level the underworld. The name is nothing, invincible!

Sanqing struggled to get up from the steps, feeling pain all over his body. The light of the talisman sword in his hand dimmed a little more, and he knew that there was not much time left for him, so he didn't think about it, and rushed to Qingfeng again!

"Remember this spear?oh, of course you do, because it was you who found him in the void and gave him to my poor brother!" Qingfeng said with a smile as he deftly dodged Sanqing's attack, holding his spear.

"I don't know what to do!" Sanqing replied in a deep voice, swinging his sword again and rushing towards Qingfeng.

"Come on, dust, come and feel the breath of death, oh no, it's the feeling of being assimilated!" Sanqing's sword was picked open by the wind with a slight pick from the tip of the spear. Then, Qingfeng said this faintly, and handed out a shot at Sanqing.

This shot seemed to be slow, but Sanqing felt as if the whole world had slowed down. Of course, including himself! He watched the tip of the spear in Qingfeng's hand approach him inch by inch, but he couldn't dodge it. Every time he tried hard, every time he exerted force, he only moved the slightest distance.

Finally, Qingfeng's spear still stabbed Sanqing. Just to the left of his chest, he avoided the position of his heart.

Sanqing almost watched the tip of the spear pierce into his body little by little, little by little, and felt the pain it brought little by little. The pain that has been slowed down cannot be described in words. Sanqing's face showed a painful expression, and his consciousness began to slowly become blurred.

And the breeze on the other side showed a smug smile on his face.

Just when the spear completely penetrated Sanqing's body and rushed out of his back. Everything was back to the way it was before, Sanqing screamed miserably, his whole body was weak, and the talisman sword in his hand fell to the ground and lost its light.

"How about it, this kind of feeling of savoring pain and comprehending death is good, right?" Qingfeng picked Sanqing's body with a spear and prevented him from falling to the ground. Then, he said this in a deep voice.

At this time, Sanqing had lost consciousness, he struggled to open his eyes, glanced at Qingfeng, and closed his eyes again, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

"No, no, no, you can't die, you can't just die! You haven't tasted the pain yet!" Seeing Sanqing close his eyes, Qingfeng suddenly seemed to be crazy. As he said this, he took out the spear that was still stabbed on Sanqing's body.

"Ahh

"You're not dust, you're not dust!" After staring at Sanqing who was lying in a pool of blood for a long time, Qingfeng suddenly muttered. Then, he raised his head violently and shouted loudly out of thin air: "Lichen, you come out, I know you are here......!

Qingfeng shouted hysterically, but did not get any response, he became extremely irritable, the black qi on his body became more and more intense, and after a while, the whole person was enveloped by this black qi. He no longer paid attention to the three clearings on the ground, and he didn't care if anyone responded. Just dragged the spear and walked forward step by step, to the steps leading to the heights, to the sarcophagus on the high platform!

"Qingfeng, you have too much resentment! let go of your obsession, maybe there is a glimmer of hope!" Just as Qingfeng stepped on the last step, he was about to touch the sarcophagus. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in his ear.

After hearing this voice, Qingfeng immediately stopped, then turned around sharply and roared, "I knew you must be here, Chenchen!" As he shouted, he stabbed a shot.

It's just that there is no one behind him.

"Put it down, Qingfeng, it's not too late to turn back!" Just as Qingfeng turned back in anger, about to reach out and touch the sarcophagus, the voice sounded again, as if it was whispering in his ear, and it kept repeating. The noise made the breeze ringing in the ears, and I was upset.

The breeze slammed the spear into the ground, covering her ears with her hands, but the sound lingered in her mind. Qingfeng was completely angry, he clenched his fists, and roared loudly: "Ah! You come out!

After roaring, he drew his spear violently, and waved it indiscriminately in the air. For a while, the entire tomb was full of black light flashing, and when Qingfeng withdrew the spear, the entire tomb was already in a mess!

Blood flowed from the wounds on Qingfeng's body again, and he was draped and his head hung down. The whole body was covered with black gas, and a low roar came out of his mouth, like a raging beast.

"Coffin, coffin!" After this toss, the sound of dust in Qingfeng's mind finally stopped, he came back to his senses, remembered the coffin behind him, and turned to look at the sarcophagus while muttering.

"Wait a minute!" At that moment, someone spoke behind Qingfeng again. But this voice is no longer dusty, but Sanqing. At this time, Sanqing supported his body with a talisman sword, and the wound on his chest was shocking. His face was bloodless, like a corpse.

"You're not dead yet?" After seeing Sanqing who stood up again, Qingfeng immediately said this coldly. Then he slowly raised his spear, as if he wanted to throw it.

"Can't die!" At this moment, two different voices in the tomb suddenly said the same thing.

These two voices came from one in front of Qingfeng, slightly weak, it was Sanqing at the end of the strong crossbow. And the other voice came from behind Qingfeng, and the tone was cold and chilling!

(End of chapter)