The dark clouds completely dispersed, and the moonlight was as clear as silver. Xuan Qi also felt strange, the moonlight shone so brightly in the tomb, the tomb was moving, something was about to move in the tomb.

Xuan Qi heard a silky murmur, and the desolate tossing and turning of those souls in the grave. Dead souls appeared one by one in the bright moonlight. The ethereal soul has a dull gaze and is described as withered. They waited to enter the gates of hell, to open the gates of hell.

Mo Xiu's expression was solemn, and a white light suddenly radiated from the tomb in front of him, as if the dazzling moonlight was shining directly into the tomb.

"What!" The sudden white light in the tomb surprised Xuan. At this moment, a white flower path suddenly appeared in the night sky, and the crystal clear flowers swayed gracefully in the moonlight.

The undead who appeared in the tombs in the moonlight began to stir. They stared blankly at the white path at the end of the sky. This flower path can guide these lonely souls and wild ghosts to death.

Xuan Qi suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and the pure flower path reflected her soul. Her soul was burning and restless.

Mo Xiu just stared at the tomb shrouded in white light. The power in the tomb is about to leap forth. Mo Xiu had gathered all the strength of his body and was ready to face this extremely strong force. This power is extraordinary, several times more powerful than the power of the Wu clan's flute.

It is definitely an unprecedented rival of Mo Xiu.

The tomb of the patriarch of the Wu clan who had been thousands of years old suddenly appeared in a bright light. It was like a soft moonlight suddenly shining into a gloomy tomb. The body of the night sky also shone with a white light, and his dark gray eyes flashed violently in the white light.

Luo Lan looked at the night sky in surprise, at this moment he completely turned into another person.

"The Sword of Fire has chosen you."

Luo Lan heard a faint voice, which seemed to come from the black coffin.

The black coffin shone with white light, blooming into crystal white flowers. Luo Lan can see the green flower juice flowing in the petals and branches, fragrant and sweet, which can make people stay away from sorrow and forget love.

"From now on, you will be the Spirit Snow Saintess who guards the Sword of Fire." The man with a white glow all over his body said in a deep voice.

Luo Lan was taken aback, how could she be the Spirit Snow Holy Maiden.

Luo Lan saw the sword in the flower, silver and white as snow, clear and thorough, it was a holy sword formed by the light spirit of the pure flower.

It was in Luo Lan's eyes.

The moonlight is shining, the strange bright moonlight turns the night into day, and the pure white flower clusters are becoming more and more transparent in the dazzling moonlight. The spirits of the dead in the moonlit tombs let out a cry of panic and pleading. The undead are desperate to enter the path of guidance.

Xuanqi was getting more and more painful, her blood was boiling, her bones were burning, and her eyes were so painful. Just like calling the sword of fire with the blood in her bright eyes thousands of years ago, the blood in her eyes flowed in the pure white flower path, no, it was the blood in her heart, hatred, sorrow, resentment...... The white flower suddenly turned red as a drop of blood, and it had been born for evil hatred.

The white light of the tomb conjured up a tall shadow.

He finally showed up.

Mo Xiu's dark eyes became unusually bright. He was undaunted, and even the bloodthirsty excitement that was about to be fought against a powerful enemy made him feel bloodthirsty all over his body. He has a mixture of the most evil and ruthless ghost blood and the most ferocious and wild wolf blood.

Sky. Mo Xiu stared intently at the tall man with white light on his body.

He's not the night sky. His dark gray eyes were also fixed on Mo Xiu. He was just a body that had inhabited the night sky for thousands of years, and now this shell had come back to life. To be precise, it is the power in the shell that is resurrected.

A grim smile appeared on the corner of Mo Xiu's mouth.

He is the night sky.

The night sky was able to absorb the power of the dead witch patriarch for its own use. His brother's power is becoming more and more difficult to ignore.

A chill suddenly froze. Mo Xiu's knife appeared in his hand, and in the silver-white shining moonlight, Mo Xiu's knife was as cold as snow, and the blade was reflected on Mo Xiu's pale and almost transparent face, and his bottomless black eyes flashed with a cold and fierce light.

The white air flow swirled around the night sky, and a white light suddenly appeared, and the air flow quickly condensed into a sharp long sword.

"The Sword of Fire! Seeing this sword, Xuan Xuan couldn't help but exclaim.

This long sword condensed in white light is her sword of fire! Xuan Yu's heart was spasmodic again, no, the sword of fire had already left her, as early as a thousand years ago, when she summoned the sword of fire with the blood in her eyes full of pain and hatred, the pure sword of fire had abandoned her!

Mo Xiu's whole body tensed.

Sword of Fire!

His deadly nemesis.

The purest power in this sword is capable of completely breaking the evil power of the demon clan. As a result, the soul of the Mo Xiu Society was scattered and destroyed.

Mo Xiu clenched the knife in his hand, his strength had gathered to the peak. This battle was much more severe than Mo Xiu imagined, the power in the night sky actually summoned the sword of fire illumination, but he was going to fight with the sword of fire in the end, Mo Xiu had never been afraid of the sword of fire illumination, he was never afraid of anything.

Luo Lan couldn't breathe, and saw the pure white flower path again, the ice crystal clear flowers swaying lightly at the junction of dawn and dawn.

She saw the flowers smile at her beautifully.

A clear sword appeared in the flower.

No! It was the sword that grew clearer and clearer in her eyes.

Mo Xiu's knife slashed at the sword condensed in the white light.

The eyes of the night sky glow white, like a strange dazzling moonlight. The sword of fire that gathered into white light also struck towards Mo Xiu's knife with the same fierceness.

When Mo Xiu's sword and the sword of fire collided together.

Mo Xiu's knife suddenly emptied.

The sword in the white light turned out to be just an illusory shadow!

Mo Xiu's heart suddenly startled.

The dark sky suddenly turned white, like the dawn was approaching.

Each white flower swayed lightly in the pale sky, waiting for the dawn and dawn, waiting to lead every forgotten soul.

The spirits of the undead cry out to the pure white flower path in grief, begging to enter the gates of hell, the path of oblivion.

The Sword of Fire is just an illusory shadow.

Mo Xiu was stunned.

He felt a fierce murderous aura coming towards him. Mo Xiu's skin instantly felt a tearing pain.

The cold aura condensed by Mo Xiu's knife was immediately broken through by this strong evil aura.

Mo Xiu quickly dodged this murderous aura that broke through the air.

Immediately, Mo Xiu saw Luo Lan.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the long flower path is getting brighter.

Luo Lan held a snow-bright sword in her hand, the cold sword peak reflected her icy eyes, and her transparent eyes were staring at Mo Xiu indifferently.

She's going to kill Mo Xiu.

She is the sword of fire, and the sword of fire is also her. (To be continued.) )