Let the Divine Sword be smashed without fighting back, this is actually just a small skill manipulated by a divine thought.

Of course, for this little skill, it is estimated that saints like Zhao Ping and those old monsters who have cultivated in divine thoughts for thousands of years can do it. When the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable was stunned, the three small swords of the Divine Spirit that were smashed by him were like going back in time, and they were restored to their original state again.

The Absolute Sword Demon Venerable who watched this scene was stunned, why is this okay? What the hell is this stuff hanging up, right?

"Are you really the Son of Tongtian Holy Son of the Sect, a descendant of the Great Sage of Tongtian?" The Absolute Sword Demon Venerable swallowed his saliva and said in disbelief. At this moment, the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable deeply doubted that this thing in front of him would not be reborn by an old monster with divine thoughts.

I have to say that at some times, the sixth sense of the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable is quite smart, and his guess is close to Zhao Ping's situation, but Zhao Ping is the rebirth of the Great Sage himself.

"Do you think there is anyone in this world who can hide from the eyes of the mad saint?" Zhao Pingping said breathlessly, pretending that his son was already pretending to be old and skilled, Zhao Dasheng showed any horses and feet at all.

No, no one can hide from the eyes of the Mad Saint.

The Absolute Sword Demon Venerable also understands this, the Tongtian Saint is undoubtedly the first person in the Great Domain, as the body is a divine bird, his eyes are even sharper, in the eyes of the Tongtian Saint, everything in the world has nothing to hide, so it is impossible for the old monster to reincarnate the Tongtian Holy Son.

But it was precisely knowing this that the heart of the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable became more and more bitter, this is really the Holy Son of Tongtian, this is really a young and somewhat excessive junior who has lived for no more than a hundred years at most.

At this moment, the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable just wanted to look up to the sky and shout in his heart, he had cultivated all his cultivation to the dog in this life! It is precisely because of watching the Demon Gate Exercises improve faster. He would choose the exercises of the Demon Gate, and now this descendant of the mad saint who is only a hundred years old is directly pressing him to fight.

A thousand years of penance is like a play. The sword was stained with blood and made countless killings, and he was pressed and beaten by a junior like this. If it weren't for the fact that the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable's state of mind was still quite strong, it is estimated that he would have collapsed a long time ago!

Instead of dying in silence, it erupted in silence, and the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable who had changed his mood roared in the sky, and he frantically waved the Thousand Broken Treasure Knife in his hand.

A knife slashed out, blood-red light, during the hidden period of boundless killing, the wailing of resentful spirits, the curse of the dead, just a glance at this knife makes people can't help but sink for it.

It was as if there were countless resentful spirits with their hands outstretched. Pull the man who sees this sword down the endless abyss!

"Humph!" Zhao Ping glanced at the sword covered with a rich curse, his eyes were full of disdain and indifference, and a silver Yishen sword quietly fell into Zhao Ping's right hand, and immediately turned into a three-foot-three-inch silver transparent sword.

Glancing at the resentful spirit in the sword, Zhao Ping's gaze was extremely calm, but at this moment, Zhao Ping's body exuded an aura that made the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable tremble, and even the entire Immortal Domain battlefield was shaken by Zhao Ping's breath, and black spatial cracks quietly appeared on Zhao Ping's side.

The Immortal Battlefield is rejecting Zhao Ping's existence, and it wants to kick Zhao Ping out of this battlefield!

Saint...... Sage's breath!

The Sword Demon Venerable looked at him in horror. At this moment, how could he still not understand what Zhao Ping wanted to do, in the face of him, this Tongtian Holy Son actually seemed to directly take out the holy relics to fight against himself!

It's insane! The Absolute Sword Demon Venerable's heart lifted for a while.

When the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable was frightened, Zhao Ping and the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable's sword had a new change.

Thousands of resentful spirits seem to see hope. Stretched out their hands to Zhao Ping with difficulty, they were longing, eager to be redeemed by Zhao Ping, who was the Lord of the Netherworld. Re-enter the cycle again!

Zhao Ping just smiled lightly like a spring breeze, and the next moment he waved the silver long sword in his hand. A sword ray, which ordinary people couldn't see, immediately came out of his hand, and collided with the ominous crimson sword of the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable.

The next moment. The crimson sword full of wraiths crumbled! It turned into countless fragments, and a venerable spirit sprang out of it.

And at this time, a pitch-black crack opened above the heads of the resentful spirits, and they felt that it was the breath emitted by the "Netherworld Dao", the place where the cycle of life and death was located, and this breath made all the resentful spirits cry with joy, and they arched their hands towards Zhao Ping, and suddenly rushed into the rift.

With the gratitude of the resentful spirits, a little bright yellow light appeared on Zhao Ping's body, and after a while, Zhao Ping seemed to be wearing a golden robe, which was the merit of saving people and the gratitude of the resentful spirits.

For a while, Zhao Ping's Primal Immortal Body was once again steadily advancing under the impetus of this force, and seeing that it had reached the peak of the Primal Immortal Body in an extreme period of time, Zhao Ping's Primal Immortal Body reached the edge of breakthrough.

Zhao Ping slowly took a breath, looked at the red-eyed Absolute Sword Demon Venerable with a calm gaze, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if he really wanted to obtain the power of good deeds and faith, killing the evil demon outer path was the fastest way to improve.

"Junior, you actually hurt me?" The Absolute Sword Demon Venerable's eyes widened, watching all the resentful spirits hidden in the sword dissipate, and the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable knew that one of his hole cards, the "Death Curse Knife", had now become a harmless waste skill for humans and animals!

The Death Curse Island, which could only be cultivated by slaughtering the common people and gathering unjust souls, was slashed into nothingness under Zhao Ping's bland sword.

In an instant, the angry Absolute Sword Demon Venerable's eyes darkened, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Previously, he wanted to smash the Divine Mind Sword of the Holy Son of Tongtian and thus severely damage the Holy Son of Tongtian, but now it has become his secret technique and was cut into nothingness by the Sword of the Holy Son of Tongtian, this retribution came too quickly, and the Demon Venerable of the Absolute Sword really couldn't accept it.

"I think you can go to the Netherworld to repent, what do you say?" Zhao Ping ignored the rift of fear that was growing on his side, and looked at the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable with a faint smile, this bland gaze made the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable immediately tremble.

Run, must run! Trembling, such thoughts flashed through the mind of the Del Absolute Sword Demon Venerable.

So in the next moment, under the gaze of many Demon Dao Great Cultivators in the direction of many demon caves, the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable was like a lost dog, and fled in a hurry!

No matter what the ancient array repaired anymore, the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable controlled the light, and in an instant, it turned into a crimson light and rushed towards the distant sky.

However, it was too slow, compared to Zhao Ping's Divine Sword, the speed of the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable was too slow, and the Divine Sword of Meaning like a space jump appeared behind the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable in an instant, and then passed through the body!

The body of the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable, who was still rushing forward, suddenly stiffened, and after a moment, the body of the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable, which had lost its soul, suddenly fell from the sky under the terrified gaze of the Demon Dao Great Cultivators.

And the soul of the Absolute Sword Demon Venerable, under the leadership of Zhao Ping's Divine Sword, rushed directly into the spatial rift, and what was waiting for him was the judgment from the incarnation of Zhao Ping's Netherworld Lord!

Zhao Ping took a slow breath, and the next moment, the black cracks surrounding Zhao Ping's side gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared. (To be continued.) )