The Xuanyu Soul Slashing continued to urge, and the black mangs were like ten thousand arrows intertwined, converging into a big net, constantly oppressing and blocking Chu Tiance.

On the other side, the long sword swayed vertically and horizontally, and the black python was like a Jiao, going through the sea to the sky, frantically attacking and killing Ghost Wuqiu.

Doubling is to fight, five is to attack, and ten is to surround it.

However, at this moment, the Netherworld is one against two, but it seems that he is using his own strength to cut the two apart and surround them separately. Suppressing Chu Tiance with his soul, the black python killing sword attacked and killed Ghost Wuqiu with all his might, and the two battlefields were impressively long and short, almost instantaneously, and the two of them were completely suppressed.

This is not only the subtlety of the tactics, but also the suppression of absolute power.

Stirring the origin, burning essence and blood, the power of the Netherworld has already truly reached the extreme peak of the middle stage of the Returning Tibetan Realm.

With such a power, Chu Tiance could barely resist it after comprehending the eternal true meaning of the mountains and rivers, coupled with the ghost dance autumn from the side.

But as Nether burst out with a truly powerful soul attack, that balance was immediately upset.

Chu Tiance and Ghost Wuqiu have a clear mind and a very tacit understanding, and the two join forces and are not inferior to thousands of troops.

But now, the Netherworld is attacking and killing with a sharp, tyrannical, domineering soul, forcibly tearing and separating the two, and falling into the dilemma of fighting for themselves. What's even more dangerous is that Ghost Wuqiu, who has a strong spirit, has to face the swordsmanship of the Netherworld's full force, while Chu Tiance, who can reach the peak of the Xuan-level high-grade, needs to resist the attack of the earth-level soul head-on.

The corners of his mouth raised a faint smile with Zhizhu in his hand, but a touch of madness gradually diffused from the bottom of the eyes of the ghost.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed continuously, and it seemed that his eyes had blurred.

At every moment, the Netherchild could feel the deep exhaustion that came from the soul and the origin of the Qi Sea.

It's just that at this moment, don't say that it is a Jedi who burns the origin, even if it is a Jedi who dies for a lifetime, the Netherchild will never hesitate and hesitate in the slightest.

People die for money, birds die for food, heavy treasures are in front, and there is no reason to give up.

Taking a deep breath, the Netherchild simply closed his eyes, letting the blood and tears flow, his soul stirring with all his might, and the battle situation in his mind was still very clear.

Xuanyu slashing souls is like a net of heaven and earth, and every silk thread is like an incomparably sharp sword light, cutting souls and shattering the void.

Chu Tiance's eyes flashed with brilliant golden brilliance, Xingyao Soul Killing was wildly agitated, the long sword was swung, and the mountains and rivers were constantly chopping for eternity, but he could only barely maintain a difficult balance. The difference between the Xuan-level high-grade and the earth-level soul is too great, if it weren't for the Secret Sword Technique, the Eternal Vastness, and the pure soul fighting, I am afraid that at most five or six attacks, Chu Tiance's soul origin would be severely damaged.

On the other side, the ghost dance autumn is even more dangerous.

The black python is vertical and horizontal, and the offensive is like a surging tide, continuous, more and more intense, and extremely dangerous.

She is a peerless demon of the ghost clan, and her combat power is outstanding, but compared to Chu Tiance, her real strength lies in her soul.

The Netherworld attacks with all its strength with the soul of the ground level, and Ghost Dance Autumn can resist head-on.

However, at this moment, in the face of the Black Python Killing Sword that the Netherchild did everything to burn the origin, it was gradually on the verge of despair.

The blood-colored sword mist gradually became thin and sluggish, and the mellow and delicate and vast ethereal aura had long since disappeared.

"Surrender, open your soul, I can spare you from dying!"

The voice of the Netherchild trembled slightly, as if the heavens and the earth plucked the strings, stirring a strange and mighty coercion.

"Ecstasy, you want to use the temptation of life to disintegrate my fighting spirit? You underestimate the soul of the ghost clan too much, even if your soul is ten times stronger, at best you can only defeat me head-on, this kind of carving insect skill, only to increase the laughter!"

Ghost Wuqiu sneered suddenly, and the blood-colored soft sword slashed diagonally, slashing a black sword ray, and stabbing the Netherworld.

The eyes of the Ghost Son, which were covered by blood, suddenly burst out of essence light, and a mouthful of essence blood suddenly spurted out.

Blood was like ink, and in an instant, it splashed on the black blade, and in the next moment, a sharp and tragic blood shot up into the sky!

"Sure enough, it's the peerless demon of the ghost clan, if it can devour your soul, I can't imagine it at all!"

The poignant and eerie long laugh resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the Netherworld stepped into the void, as if it had instantly surpassed the limits of space, and suddenly deceived himself and went straight forward.

Ghost Wuqiu took a diagonal step, and suddenly shouted: "Tiance, you go first! I can hold him back for at least thirty breaths!"

The blood sword dances, the void steps, the ghost dances in the autumn and the beautiful posture is like an ancient sacrifice, singing and dancing.

The faint singing, like a ghost song, sounded slowly, and the ghost danced with purple pupils like the scorching sun, and gradually rose with a blazing and domineering divine light.

The blood-colored soft sword continued to swing, and the thick blood mist almost completely wrapped her body.

A deep blood mark ran across his right wrist, and the rich essence blood continued to flow, pouring into the ghost face of the hilt.

A hideous and eerie smile gradually appeared on the grimace, faintly stirring up a trace of strange greed and ruthlessness.

It is rumored that the ghost face depicted on the hilt of the sword is the ancestor of the ghost clan, if there is a gifted root and bones, the peerless demon of the ghost clan that shocks the past and the present, feeds with the natal spirit, and sacrifices the spiritual bloodline, you can penetrate the endless river of time, communicate with the supreme ghost ancestor, and obtain unrivaled power.

Sacrifice is an extremely strange and rare method.

Using the Origin Essence and Blood Soul as sacrifices, if you succeed, you can certainly get strong power.

However, the price is the annihilation of the spirit, the silence of the blood soul, the eternal destruction, and the catastrophe will never be recovered.

A faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and his bright purple pupils like the scorching sun looked at Chu Tiance from afar, quiet and gentle.

The luck in the dark boiled suddenly.

An inexplicable, indescribable divine power gradually rose from the depths of the endless void.

"Dance Autumn!"

Chu Tiance exclaimed in surprise, and his pupils instantly exploded with a hideous and ferocious blood light.

The essence and blood all over the body were boiling, and there was an indescribable madness and domineering, which was almost instantaneously urged to the extreme.

Sacrifice together, passed down for endless years, although there are very few people who can really use it, but there are many people who know about it.

The weirdness and strangeness of Ghost Wuqiu's blood-colored soft sword, Chu Tiance had personally experienced it.

If the sacrifice is really completed, it is almost impossible for Onimai Autumn to survive.

At this moment, Ghost Dance Qiu decided to use his life to fight for a possible escape opportunity for Chu Tiance.

Thirty breaths, neither long nor short.

At this time, Chu Tiance's true yuan had already consumed most of it, and his soul was extremely exhausted, so he might not be able to escape.

However, Ghost Dance Autumn can't care about it, even if it's just a chance to escape, Ghost Dance Autumn will never give up.

The true yuan is rolling, the soul is brilliant, and the pure origin essence blood flows out of the seven orifices at the same time, inexplicably tragic and resolute, Huo Ran rises.

(End of chapter)