This side of the void is not the world, nor hell, but the world where the soul of the sword keeper has survived for tens of thousands of years.

The sword keeper wanted to trap Wu Baisui in this way, and took the opportunity to assimilate Wu Baisui into him.

After Wu Baisui listened, his chaotic brain suddenly had a trace of clarity, and his empty heart suddenly sank, and the fear and horror emerged more clearly, Wu Baisui didn't know how the sword keeper did this, but he knew that once he really fell into it, he would definitely fall into the fate of turning into a soul.

He can't accept this ending, even if it is the destiny of heaven, he has to fight against heaven.

Suddenly, Wu Baisui's eyes lit up, the black light in his eyes burst sharply, his lips opened, and he yelled: "If you want to trap me, it's not so easy!" ”

After finishing speaking, Wu Baisui's black demonic qi was released violently, and as soon as the thick demonic qi entered the void, it immediately condensed into a black demonic sword shining with brilliant black light.

The magic sword blade was sharp, the breath was majestic, and the power of destruction surged.

Without thinking, Wu Baisui quickly stretched out two fingers and slashed at the void.

Swish!

Immediately, the black magic sword with a demonic aura slashed towards this netherworld void with the arc of Wu Baisui's two fingers.

Hiss!

The sharp black magic sword, with infinite energy and invincible destructive power, seemed to be able to split the sky, and with a sword slash, it instantly cut a huge hole in this chaotic void.

Suddenly, the sharp and miserable screams in this strange world came to an abrupt end. It seems that the black magic sword has slashed those wailing ghosts in one fell swoop.

The huge scene fell into a dead silence for a moment.

However, it was only quiet for a moment, and then the terrible wail sounded again.

This void is still a chaotic world like an abyss of hell, and those ghost souls that have been annihilated by the sword qi have re-condensed, and more and more, like thousands of horses galloping, overwhelming the sky, filling this entire void.

Seeing this, Wu Baisui's pupils shrank suddenly. His heartbeat was out of rhythm again, just now with the sword, Wu Baisui almost did his best, but to this void, it only caused innocuous damage, the ghost soul reunited, and the big hole cut by his sword was instantly bridged, and the ghost world was finally intact. Wu Baisui's confidence was greatly reduced.

"You can't escape today." The vicissitudes of life and the cold voice of the sword keeper sounded faintly again, and his tone revealed the arrogance of the superior, and even more awe-inspiring, as if he was the god of death who ruled the life and death of people.

With the sound of this voice, the figure of the sword keeper also recondensed, but that phantom shadow was still ethereal and illusory, as if it were nothing, floating in the dark void.

However, the powerful sense of oppression he brought was real.

Wu Baisui was oppressed by the invisible momentum and his chest was swollen, but his fighting spirit was surging again, he did not accept his fate, he did not give in, he emptied all his depressed emotions. Then, he shouted at the looming shadow of the sword-keeper, "I will never do what you wish!" ”

When the words fell, Wu Baisui's momentum rose again, and the vast and strong demonic qi surged and spurted around.

Seeing this, the sword keeper curled his white beard slightly, he snorted lightly, and said coldly: "I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin." ”

After speaking, the sword keeper raised his hands and shook them violently.

Suddenly, the terrible and sharp screams in the void increased by countless decibels, shook the sky, and resounded through the sky, and all the ghosts from all walks of life screamed as if they were crazy, and their anger increased dramatically.

The momentum of the sword keeper has also become more intimidating, like the king of all ghosts, snatching the heart.

Countless ghost souls turned into peerless beasts, their eyes showing fierce light, their teeth and claws, and they swarmed towards Wu Baisui, as if they were going to dismantle Wu Baisui into eight pieces.

Wu Baisui's face was stern, and Ling Ran shouted: "Condensation! ”

As soon as the word came out, all of a sudden, the increasingly intense demonic qi around him condensed again, turning into a larger and sharper black magic sword.

Wu Baisui stretched out his right hand, held the black magic sword, and instantly launched a fierce battle.

He was like lightning, shuttling through the chaotic void, black magic sword in his hand, slashing and swinging wildly, crisscrossing the ghostly spirits.

One ghost soul after another, under Wu Baisui's strong slash, tore apart and scattered, howling miserably.

However, after the ghost soul spirit is broken and dissipated, it will immediately recondense again, and they can't destroy it at all, no matter how fierce Wu Baisui's offensive is, they can't completely destroy these ghost souls.

The ghost soul is inexhaustible to kill and extinguish.

Split, reunited, and repeated, and repeatedly.

The sword keeper stared at Wu Baisui silently, his cold eyes were like poisonous snakes, and his hands slowly danced in the dark.

Suddenly, countless thin black lines faintly appeared in the dark void, they were like life-snatching souls, carrying terrifying and evil yin qi, roaring and attacking towards Wu Baisui.

Wu Baisui's heart was shocked, his face changed sharply, and he clearly felt that a powerful and strange energy was trying to devour his soul.

This strange energy was composed of countless subtle and invisible black silk threads, which had the power to destroy souls, and Wu Baisui was deeply shocked, he felt that the sword keeper was going to use this way to erase his soul and turn himself into the same soul as him.

Wu Baisui never wanted to die, at the moment of life and death crisis, his potential was infinitely stimulated, and all the power and demonic energy in his body were released in an instant, and in this variety of power and demonic energy, there was also a strong demonic flame.

The Demon Flame is the true fire of the scorching sun, with unrivaled lethality and destructive power, and is the nemesis of all evil.

Without hesitation, as soon as the flame of the demon flame came out, Wu Baisui immediately integrated it into the black magic sword.

Suddenly, the black magic sword ignited a fierce fire.

The fire is staggering, burning the sky and the earth, and doing everything.

Wu Baisui clenched the black magic sword, aimed at the surrounding ghost spirits, and swung the sword violently, taking him as the center of the circle, and the tip of the sword just drew a circle.

The sword qi struck out three hundred and sixty degrees, carrying the fire of the demonic flame, and attacked the surrounding ghost souls.

However, the countless thin black threads were not hindered by this sword qi and demonic flame fire, and they were still wrapped in cold yin qi and surrounded Wu Baisui.

Wu Baisui couldn't see this strange and evil power, but he could feel that the power was everywhere, as if it was integrated with the void, approaching him from all directions, compressing the air around him, making him feel that the air had become extremely thin, and there was a feeling of Mount Tai pressing the top.

Wu Baisui knew that all the power, demonic energy, and demonic flame fire that he wielded with a sword could only resist those ghostly souls, but it was useless against this strange power.

The power is oppressive, strong as a tide, Wu Baisui is anxious, his eyes changed suddenly, the battle factors in his body trembled violently, and the entire dragon vein in his body suddenly moved.

A long-suppressed dragon roar suddenly burst out from his body, and at the same time, the endless aura of destruction burst out violently, and a black dragon phantom wrapped around him and swam up.

Wu Baisui silently exerted his strength, using his mind to manipulate the black dragon phantom, and the black dragon phantom instantly rose violently, frantically impacting those besieging black thin lines, trying to break through this invisible shackle.

However, the black thin lines are secretly powerful, and the strange power is endless, as soon as the black dragon phantom touches these thin lines, it immediately trembles, screams miserably, and collapses.

The power of destroying souls sent out by the sword keeper is too against the sky, and the black thin line slash cannot be extinguished, and the black dragon phantom can compete with it, that is, it hits the stone with an egg, and the grasshopper shakes the tree. It didn't take long for the majestic black dragon phantom to be completely defeated, dissipating inch by inch, and turning into nothingness.

Immediately, the hidden power, countless black thin threads, all wrapped around Wu Baisui, Wu Baisui's body suddenly became paralyzed, and those thin lines seemed to be peeling off the cocoon, slowly emptying Wu Baisui's strength, Wu Baisui collapsed directly to the ground, and became a waste.

Seeing this, the sword keeper didn't say a word, and immediately took out his palm, and slammed his palm at Wu Baisui, who was paralyzed on the ground.

This is a life-killing palm, which is used to destroy Wu Baisui's body, and the thousands of black thin lines are to strip Wu Baisui's soul, and the sword keeper doesn't want to waste any more time, so he directly uses two prongs, a strange energy erases Wu Baisui's soul, and a thunderbolt palm destroys Wu Baisui's body.

Wu Baisui was lying on the ground, his body no longer had any strength, and he couldn't move a bit, seeing the majestic palm of the sword keeper attacking violently, his eyes couldn't help but show a look of horror and despair.

The breath of death was infinitely approaching him, and at this moment, his heart sank to the bottom, and all thoughts were lost.

However, at the moment when the sword guard's thunderbolt palm was about to hit Wu Baisui, the golden light giant sword inserted in the ruins of the temple suddenly shook violently.

At the same time, the golden sword emitted a thousand golden lights, and infinite energy erupted.

With the golden sword as the center, a huge ripple rippled out, rapidly spreading and expanding in all directions.

This ripple, with a strange power that solidified everything, was exactly the same as the power that saved Wu Baisui from the Corpse King before.

The huge ripples rippled open, forming an infinite circle of light, and the aperture continued to extend, directly penetrating the soul world of the sword keeper and swinging towards Wu Baisui in the soul world.

In the soul world of the sword keeper, the countless ghost souls, as soon as they were crossed by this ripple, instantly seemed to be frozen in ice, turning into transparent statues, frozen in the void, unable to move again.

Everything is like this, the whole void, like the frozen world, where all the ripples are covered, there is nothing immovable, even the wind, it seems to be frozen.

Everything, freeze frame.

Even the sword defender's life-threatening palm, as soon as he came into contact with the ripples, was frozen in the void, unable to continue to move towards Wu Baisui in the slightest.

Those thin black threads containing strange soul-snatching powers were also invisibly solidified, and they could no longer play any role.

Wu was 100 years old and was rescued.

The Golden Light Giant Sword, once again, saved Wu Baisui at the last moment.

The sword keeper, who had always been unwavering and strategizing, saw this scene, but his eyes suddenly widened, his white eyebrows were raised, he stared at Wu Baisui in disbelief, and said in astonishment: "Could it really be you?" ”