"The Nine Realms..."

Meng Yang, who was standing on the sand slope ten miles away and turned back, looked at the strength of the battle waves in the sky, frowned and muttered to himself.

This was the first time he had heard this word, and there was not even an introduction to the "Nine Realms" in the Qianyuan Sect Library.

"Extraterritorial Demon Zhakun, Extraterritorial Demon Zarkun..."

After reciting silently three more times, Meng Yang frowned, and subconsciously looked at the suddenly dim sky.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, as if he was thinking of something, and then his face was solemn, and he looked at the backs of the others who had fled, pursed his lips quietly, stepped on three steps of Yama, turned around and continued to run in the direction he left.

With the death of the four beasts, a white sphere of light suddenly flew out of the skull, which was their remnant soul, and it was also a soul, although it was not complete, but for the extraterritorial demon Zakun, it was a treasure.

Hurriedly waved his sleeves in surprise, and grabbed the air in his hand, the four balls of light seemed to be imprisoned by something, stagnant in the air and constantly shaking and struggling, the extraterritorial demon Zha Kun frowned, and sneered: "I still want to resist!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly released more spiritual power, and with a sharp pull, the ball of light flew into his hand.

The Adversary Zakun took a deep breath, looking a little tired, but the excitement in his eyes was clearly visible.

With a wave of his hand, the black disc that was constantly swirling in the air disintegrated into many points of light and disappeared.

After doing all this, the extraterritorial demon Zakun directly sent the ball of light in his hand into his mouth.

Brushing aside the long hair that was blown down by the wind on his forehead during the wild running, Meng Yang withdrew and looked at the many cracks in the air above the yin bone, his expression was slightly solemn.

At this moment, a roar like thunder spread throughout the entire Yin Bone Land.

Under the sound, the earth trembled, the sky trembled, and countless mountains and rocks crumbled.

Even those monks who stepped into the palace martial realm in half a step were under this voice, spitting blood from their mouths and looking pale.

All of them looked in horror and looked back in the direction of the central area of the Yin Bone Land.

"Demons, my demons are all dead..."

"Who is it, who is it that killed the demon who spent countless life scars to cultivate!"

At this moment, the extraterritorial demon Zha Kun, who still had the appearance of being dashing and dashing just now, trembling and grief-stricken, looked at a piece of soul jade in his hand, and the hatred in his eyes was like substance, which made people depressed and uncomfortable, and cut people's hearts.

The extraterritorial demon Zha Kun's eyes showed a monstrous aura, clenched Liu Kun's soul jade slip in his hand, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and at this moment, he suddenly opened his mouth, spit out a drop of essence blood, and quickly held it in his hand.

When a strange energy overflowed from his body, the extraterritorial demon Zha Kun suddenly shot out several obscure magic seals one after another, and shouted: "Blood Road, open it for me!"

Suddenly, the other hand, a little bent on his fingers, pointed at Liu Kun's soul jade slip.

With the constantly shaking head of the extraterritorial demon Zakun, a figure slowly condensed in his mind.

A long black hair, a slightly lonely figure on the back.

Gritting his teeth, the extraterritorial demon Zha Kun, who was wide-eyed, spit out a few drops of essence blood and grabbed it in his hand.

Some haggard faces instantly turned pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and at this time he finally saw clearly the face of the person in his heart, and the delicate face was full of cold youth.

"It's been a long time since Soul Refining Hell has been adding souls. ”

"Kill my demons, cause me to lose twenty years of life, this seat will make you lose your soul!"

The extraterritorial demon Zha Kun shouted angrily, his face was gloomy, looking into the distance, the cold light in his eyes kept flickering, and the murderous aura overflowing from his body was like substance, which made people shudder, and after staring for a long time, he retracted his gaze and grabbed Liu Kun's soul jade slip, and his body moved, and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, Meng Yang, who was holding his breath and condensing his breath, frowned, and a sense of suppression and panic suddenly appeared in his heart.

At the moment of panic, there was also a chill behind him, and he felt as if he was being stared at, which made people uncomfortable.

He hurriedly suppressed this feeling, and kept thinking about it with a solemn expression, why the hell, this feeling is called the sixth sense for mortals, but for monks, the situation is different, this feeling will not appear for no reason.

"It's stumped..."Meng Yang was stunned, and secretly exclaimed that it was not good.

Hurriedly retracted his spiritual sense, and quickly drove on the legs of the three-step Yama, and ran towards the crack in the sand pit formation in the Land of Yin Bone.

However, at this moment, a voice that was indifferent, like a voice from the Nine Shadows Shura, suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Help me..."

Meng Yang, who was flying, was suddenly stunned, his pupils shrank sharply, and his face was shocked.

"Help me, save me... I'll help you through this, as you promised me..."

Meng Yang's expression was stunned, and his spiritual sense suddenly spread: "Who are you?"

"Who am I... Didn't you kid know before, you changed your appearance, changed your breath, changed your body, but you never changed the stench in your soul, Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for hundreds of years, if you don't save it, you will never be able to unlock the secret of the scabbard. ”

"Scabbard, you were the one who devoured the green soul of the Yin Bone Land before?"

Meng Yang was startled, and what the Doom Beast had said to him resurfaced in his mind.

And when his thoughts were there, the cold voice of indifference squeezed out of his teeth sounded again.

"Yes, it's this scabbard, save me..."

"If you have any doubts, I'll talk about it after you save me, as long as you save me, I'll help you drag the kid who is chasing you. ”

Seeing that Meng Yang, who had a gloomy expression, was still undecided, his voice sounded again: "There is only time for half a pillar of incense..."

Meng Yang took a deep breath and snorted coldly: "How to save it." ”

"The scabbard is called out, and the rest is handed over to me, but I didn't expect that the gift I gave you before would become a straw to save me, it's ridiculous..."

Forcibly suppressing the many horrors and doubts that emerged in his heart, Meng Yang didn't say a word, and summoned out the scabbard.

And at the moment when Meng Yang summoned the scabbard, the land of yin bones suddenly stared at the white mist from many white mist, and this white mist actually overflowed from the ground, and the white mist appeared, immediately reversed, gathered from all directions, and floated towards a place, towards Meng Yang who was holding a black scabbard.

Seeing a large number of ghost-like white mist continuously drilling into the scabbard in his hand, Meng Yang suddenly felt that the scabbard in his hand was getting heavier in a crazy attitude, dragging his spiritual power light under his feet, and it actually fell uncontrollably, and after just a few breaths, the scabbard actually pressed Meng Yang fell directly from the air and fell to the ground.

And this madness continues.

Meng Yang, who looked shocked, suddenly made a sound of bones rubbing against his body, and under this sound, the scabbard in his hand fell in response, and the indescribable weight made Meng Yang unable to hold it in an instant.

I saw that this huge scabbard, in the moment of contact with the earth, the earth shook, and suddenly, a large pit with a radius of 100 zhang was smashed out by a scabbard only the size of an arm.

Moreover, under the sword scabbard, which was getting heavier and heavier as the white mist continued to drill into it, countless cracks the size of fingers appeared.

The crack spread so fast that it stretched for miles in the blink of an eye, and it all happened in the blink of an eye.

This shocking and shocking scene made Meng Yang tremble, his eyes widened more and more, and his heart couldn't stop beating wildly.

Suddenly, the sword scabbard, which was constantly sinking, suddenly flew up and stuck to Meng Yang's back.

The moment the scabbard hung behind Meng Yang, he didn't have time to react at all, his body suddenly seemed to fall into the Nine Shadows Deep Valley and fell into the earth, and as the weight of the scabbard continued to increase, his body was like a shovel falling into the sea, constantly sinking, sinking.

Meng Yang's face was pale and his body seemed to be frozen in place.

No matter how much he controlled it, it was difficult to move, and he was shocked.

At this moment, a huge thought, which almost made Meng Yang faint, suddenly burrowed into his mind like a Gu worm.

Before Meng Yang, whose complexion had changed drastically, this thought instantly occupied four-tenths of his entire mental space.

"Get out of my mind!"

"Hahaha, the opportunity for the old man's resurrection has finally arrived!"

As soon as these words fell, Meng Yang, who was shocked on the spot, immediately fell into a trance, and blood leaked from his mouth and nose.

"Give me... Get out!"

"Boy, I can help you swallow that devil, as for the price, it is your body. ”

"Three days of great psychic induction, give me a swallow!"

Meng Yang, who looked solemn, was furious, and the heart-rending feeling came in bursts.

A cold from head to toe made him tremble and panic.

When death came, that feeling of helplessness made Meng Yang feel like a drowning person, no matter how he called for help and struggled, it was useless, looking at the soul of the monk who had transformed into a giant mouth, constantly devouring his body, Meng Yang was very scared at this moment.

The strength of this man's soul is shocking and unheard of.

That feeling of heavenly might made Meng Yang look like an ant-like existence.

"I can't die, I can't die, I still have a lot of things to do, I'm not reconciled, I don't want to! Gan..."

The last trace of reason that was about to dissipate made Meng Yang's whole person go crazy, and Meng Yang, who looked hideous and terrifying, suddenly dissipated his consciousness when he roared, and fell into the cold darkness of the abyss, the soul fire that belonged to Meng Yang swayed at this moment, slowly becoming smaller, until it dissipated and extinguished.

"Hahaha, I'm finally back!"

"Boom..."

After half a pillar of incense, a huge explosion sound came from the deep sea, and a young monk with a cold expression and indifferent eyes suddenly flew out of the crack in the bottom of the sea, looking around blankly.

Beneath his feet was originally the place of Yin Bone, but at this moment it no longer exists, as if it did not appear.

Only the white sand and gravel scattered around it testify to the past and legends of this place.

This young monk has a delicate face, a shawl with long hair, naked/naked, and a black giant sword lying beside him, as long and wide as the young man's body, and there are many sermons carved on the sword, densely packed, staring at it, there is a feeling of fainting, the hilt of the sword is a small black dragon, the dragon's claws grasp the sword body, the dragon's head is the handle, and the handle is the dragon's body.

The whole sword is extraordinary, the momentum is incomparable, at a glance to sweep away, just by looking at it, you also know that this sword is not ordinary, there is no giant sword full of spiritual power, even if it lies there, it also gives people a huge power at the peak of the mountain.

At the center of his eyebrows, there is a three-vertical mark, closed like a third eye.

At this moment, the indifference in the young man's eyes suddenly changed.

Looking at the slender hands raised with doubt, he muttered to himself, "I'm Taihuang?"

As soon as the words fell, the young man's puzzled eyes looked at the giant sword beside him, and his puzzled expression changed again.

"No, I'm not too Huang, I am, I'm Meng Yang...!"