Chapter 90: The Sea of Magic Knife Blood

In those vast years, there were countless reincarnation eras. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoFirst there was the Harmony Age, then the Dark Age, and then the Age of the Heavens. After the collapse of the Celestial Era, it is now the Heavenly Spirit Continent.

At the end of the Age of the Heavens, in those vast years, the sage Lao Tzu of the People's Sect held the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, the magic weapon of the town teaching, and left a strong ink in the bright stars and the vast years.

At this moment, in the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower, there is a boundless calamity, a monstrous sea of blood, extremely evil, and a filthy atmosphere, almost about to break through the blockade of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower.

Chen Ping walked slowly towards the extremely black tower. Step by step, Chen Ping walked very slowly, and with every step, Chen Ping had to constantly pay attention to the movement of the tower.

Black?

No!!

Chen Ping touched the body of the tower with one hand, and a trace of dark aura instantly threw himself into the thick tower wall.

The defense of the acquired treasure is extremely thick, even if the dark power is pervasive, it can still only penetrate little by little.

Gradually!!

Chen Ping's perception gradually rushed into the tower, but what he saw was an endless ocean.

A dark red ocean, lying horizontally in the tower.

Calm and undisturbed, a deep dark red ocean, extremely filthy. The calm dark red sea of blood almost occupied the thirty floors of the tower.

Chen Ping looked at the endless sea of blood, and his heart trembled.

In an instant, a wisp of dark demonic qi was separated again, and this wisp of demonic qi instantly flew above the ocean.

With the perception of demonic energy, the filthy aura, and the majestic sea of dark red blood, Chen Ping gradually had a trace of understanding.

The sea of dark red blood that filled the tower, calm and calm, seemed to also feel Chen Ping, the intruder.

The calm and waveless sea of dark red blood gradually rose with a trace of waves.

Thousands of blood waves, volleying into the air. The breath of the strongest is coming.

In front of that powerful blood wave, Chen Ping's wisp of dark perception was instantly extinguished by the monstrous waves like ants.

After extinguishing that ray of dark perception, the blood wave continued to pace, instantly rushing towards the dark divine consciousness on the side.

Extremely evil, so filthy that Chen Ping was suffocated.

Chen Ping's dark power was limited by the tower's body, and it was difficult to reverse the huge dark power in the outside world.

However, Chen Ping did not panic at all, there are dark places, which are the source of strength.

Above the sea of blood, the dark sky instantly condensed wisps of dark power, converging towards Chen Ping's perception.

With the condensation of the dark power, this wisp of divine consciousness gradually turned into a humanoid appearance, and his facial features gradually became clear, and finally he was the same as Chen Ping.

Chen Ping slapped out with one palm, and the dark power was like a beast out of the cage, slapping towards the sea of dark red blood that rushed towards him.

Rumble!!!!

The dark power, the general trend of the sea of blood, the two of them struck a powerful blow, and a terrifying explosion broke out in an instant, and the tower shook, echoing in all directions.

The ten thousand zhang blood waves, which seemed to be as weak as water, were abnormally stiff, and after a hard blow to Chen Ping, they calmly retreated.

The pitch-black Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda trembled, and the dead wood maze was also shaking violently in a radius of thousands of miles.

After the first touch, at the top of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower, a touch of golden power instantly crossed down from the spire, stabilizing the turbulent tower.

In an instant, Chen Ping felt a huge and incomparably meritorious power, and that vast meritorious power made Chen Ping's heart tremble. Outside the tower, Chen Ping couldn't help frowning, looking at the spire, and couldn't help but wonder.

Why do the gods in the tower reside at the top of the tower? Vacate the body of the tower? This is tantamount to giving up one's body and allowing the rest of the outside to occupy it.

Inside the tower, the dark power shot out, crushing the waves of blood. Waves of blood and dark power both collapsed. However, the blood wave collapsed, turned into a rain of blood and sprinkled all over the void, and then returned to the dark red sea of blood.

When the dark power collapsed, he could have returned to his origin and turned into a black substance waiting for Chen Ping's next summon. But it was swallowed by the sea of blood, forcibly smelted, and turned into part of the power of the sea of blood.

After the two sides collided hard, the sea of dark red blood was slightly rippling, and it boiled in an instant, and the aura of the most evil and powerful was even stronger, and it came to the face in an instant.

Chen Ping couldn't help but become solemn, there was a Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda outside, which always restricted the entry of the external ontology power. There is a majestic sea of blood roaring inside, and all kinds of forces in the tower body have been swallowed up, and only the power of the majestic sea of blood remains.

When there was no trace of dark power borrowed, Chen Ping couldn't help frowning. This majestic sea of blood is too domineering, devouring almost all energy and devouring all objects.

The sun is dark! The steps of the Supreme Demon Dao opened in an instant.

Waves of blood, like a torrent of fierce beasts, swooped down fiercely, raging and furious.

Chen Ping stepped in the air a few times, and rushed forward in an instant.

Whenever a huge wave of the sea of blood came to him, Chen Ping always stepped into the void first, letting the huge waves of the sea of blood lap on his body, and then his body crossed over, as if passing through a shadow.

Then Chen Ping's figure continued to rush forward.

Let your sea of blood be fierce, let you be filthy and evil. I walked through the darkness, without any shelter or care.

Chen Ping's body is extremely fast, but in this layer, one world, one realm and one world, it is quite difficult to walk.

The endless, endless sea of blood lay across the thirty-three realms, occupying almost one-third of the space in the tower.

Gradually, Chen Ping crossed the Thirty-Three Realms and gradually walked to the other end of the sea of blood.

For Chen Ping, who crossed the sea of blood, the sea of blood seemed to be angry, and he always chased after Chen Ping. The endless power of calamity, the most filthy and filthy breath, always locked Chen Ping.

In an instant, when Chen Ping stepped across the range of the Blood Sea, the blood wave that was originally extremely violent and relentless in pursuit instantly calmed down and slowly retreated.

Chen Ping looked back, and the turmoil was incomparable, and the sea of blood that covered the sky gradually became calm. Like a dead sea, there is hardly the slightest wave.

In the calm sea of blood, in the deepest part of the sea of blood, two sword rays gradually appeared, and the sword rays were fierce and evil coexisted.

The two sword rays that were about to go out of the body retracted in an instant and disappeared into the depths.

Chen Ping felt a wisp of uneasiness in his heart, if it weren't for his extremely fast body, those two wisps of sword light woke up too late, and he couldn't intercept himself in time, otherwise once he was intercepted, he was afraid that a tragic bloody battle would inevitably be avoided.

At this moment, the sea of blood calmed down, and it was by no means to give up the 'pursuit' of himself. I'm afraid that there is another power in front of the sea of blood, or that there is a Jedi ahead, so I give up the pursuit.

But either case, is a challenge for Chen Ping.

Chen Ping instantly raised his perception to the apex and walked slowly all the way.

Get rid of the evil and strong, filthy and filthy breath of the sea of blood.

Gradually, Chen Ping suddenly felt a trace of tragic aura rushing towards his face, that cruel and bloody aura, as if he was in a hellish Shura.

Gradually, Chen Ping's vision gradually darkened, and a white throne gradually appeared.

The incomparably white dry bones are inlaid under the throne, shining brightly and dazzling.

Above that throne, a long, dark and desperate knife was erecting in the void, levitating. A trace of the roar of the ghost, the ghost asking for his life, the picture and text of the roar of ten thousand demons, engraved on the magic knife.

The magic knife was in its sheath, but it let out an extremely sharp trembling sound. As the magic knife trembled slightly, the sound of weapons clashing gradually sounded in the space, and the roar of gods and demons made people feel as if they were in a desolate battlefield, and their hearts were cold.

The magic knife has a master, and there is always a spirit in the magic knife that is silent, and as long as you get close, you can wake it up.

Chen Ping's heart became more and more vigilant, and he raised his hand in an instant, and the magic tricks were connected. Strange black runes flashed in the air, and as Chen Ping's hands quickly connected the dots, more and more runes condensed from the void. The hands grew faster and faster, and eventually they were lightning fast and hard to see. Gradually, countless dark runes in the void continued to beat, constantly emitting light, and then disappeared into nothingness.

Looking at the Throne of Skeletons, the magic knife was constantly trembling and groaning, like a sleeping killing god.

Chen Ping became more and more jealous, and did not dare to underestimate it, the magic knife could still be self-defeating in the control of the owner, and the image of the battle of gods and demons emerged, if there was a master, I am afraid it would be even more terrifying.

At the same time, Chen Ping felt a hint of familiarity. There seems to be a close connection between the magic knife and the Throne of Dry Bones. The two were faintly connected, and thin black threads wound down from the magic knife, closely united with the skull throne.

However, behind the throne, there were thin black lines full of magic, spreading towards the world behind.

Chen Ping continued to walk forward, one world at a time, one realm at a time, since the thirty-three realms of the sea of blood. This skull throne actually occupies the entire thirty-three realms as well.

From the Skull Throne, the thin lines spread out, covering the thirty-three realms, every corner.

In the thirty-three realms where the magic sword is located, skeletons are everywhere, and countless broken divine armor are scattered everywhere. Each skeleton corpse was covered with countless demonic black lines. Each broken divine soldier, the worn armor was also entwined with tiny black lines.

The entire thirty-three realms, countless skeleton remains, and the armor of the Destruction Divine Soldier were almost all surrounded by the tiny magic threads that poked out from the skeleton throne, and then the throne surrounded countless thin black lines towards the magic sword suspended on the throne.

The terrifying world is full of demonic threads, like the demon world shackles all the dead creatures.

At this moment, he had reached the edge of the sixty-sixth realm, and there was a frontier in front of him that he couldn't see clearly, and there was even a wisp of dangerous aura, which made him feel frightened.

The sixty-sixth floor seems to have reached the extreme of death, and if it goes forward, it may be possible to ascend to heaven in one step, or fall into the shadow in one step.

Just as Chen Ping was thinking, the skull throne behind him suddenly trembled.

Just as Chen Ping was thinking, the magic sword suddenly erupted into a heaven-shattering demonic roar.

"Roaring ......"

The sound of the demon roar reverberated through the ages, shattering the universe, and the endless demonic power broke out in an instant.

The magic is mighty, and the power is eternal.

Chen Ping's heart trembled violently, and he !!

Under that terrifying demonic power, Chen Ping took seven steps backwards one after another.

With each step back, the strength of the foothold increases by one point. When Chen Ping retreated to the seventh step, the void exploded in an instant. The space in the tower can no longer withstand Chen Ping's foothold.

The Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, which was originally as stable as Mount Tai under the blessing of endless merits, instantly became extremely turbulent, and then under the mighty demonic power, a trace of cracks appeared.

In the maze of dead wood, within a radius of thousands of miles, under the monstrous demonic power, countless creatures are like falling into the Nine Demon Prisons, great terror, great catastrophe, as if they are about to be wiped out.

Under the terrifying demonic power, the old man who was contemplating and enjoying the shade under the tree instantly jumped up and stared, and the whole person was drenched in cold sweat, barely standing in this terrible turmoil.

When I tried to look up and looked at the black tower, my heart trembled. The huge tower, which has stood in the city since ancient times, has become cracked, as if it will explode at any moment.

In the city, Tegelsai and Chen Chai and the others barely managed to protect the little yellow squirrel and the second little girl, and under the magic power, they felt that they had difficulty breathing, and life and death were only in a moment.

The Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda that suffered a huge creation, a wisp of Taiji diagram suddenly appeared on the spire, and humanitarian faith gushed out instantly.

With the blessing of humanitarian faith, the Taiji diagram became more and more vast, and became more and more huge, and finally covered the world and the world. The powerful demon power gradually retreated into the tower under the Taiji diagram.

At this moment, Chen Ping's dark clone in the tower almost collapsed under the shock of that demonic power.

In the end, the dark clone could no longer condense into a human form, and could only turn into a cloud of black light, barely surviving under the mighty demonic power.

The magic power is huge and powerful.

The sea of blood boiled instantly, and thousands of blood waves rushed up to the sky, feeling the cold of the magic knife and the cold of the magic knife. The two terrifying swords in the depths of the sea of blood gradually recovered.

The two swords of sorrow and evil instantly rushed out from the sea of blood, all the way up into the sky, and were about to rush to the level of the sea of blood.

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