In the Black Valley, Wei Wuving's whole body was shrouded in a very domineering black aura, the treasure knife in his hand slashed towards the air, and then the big knife hanging in the void also made the same action, and then a huge sword fell from the sky, slashing thousands of troops, and at least hundreds of ghost domain Yin soldiers instantly scattered under this sword.

Wei Wudi let out a long breath, and there was a trace of excitement and excitement clearly written on his face.

"I really didn't expect that the Away Hatred Slope was actually a natural enlightenment dojo, when my eldest brother was besieged on the road to the sky, and finally his soul was scattered, I slaughtered the entire Yin and Yang Realm in a fit of anger, so the Dao body was damaged, and the cultivation descended from the realm of heaven and man to the realm of the true monarch, I didn't expect that this time I meditated and enlightened the Dharma for eighteen days in the Slope of Hatred, and actually let me reunite the Yuan Infant, step into the threshold of heaven and man, and regain the power of heaven and man."

"The power of heaven and man, stepping on the void, returning to the basics, one thought can become this eternal killing array, a long-lost feeling."

Speaking of this, Wei Wudi's entire person slowly floated into the air, and with his roar, the violent power leaked out from his body, and then enveloped the entire ghost domain.

In the next second, countless swords appeared densely in the Black Valley, just like thousands of soldiers holding butcher knives, constantly slashing at those ghost domain Yin soldiers.

In each of these swords, there is an extremely terrifying power, ordinary Yin soldiers can't stop this terrifying knife at all, and almost a single face is instantly split into two, even if it is a little stronger, it is a matter of two or three knives.

In an instant, the ghosts in the entire Black Valley cried wolf, and after the rain of swords, Wei Wushu began to shuttle rapidly in this Black Valley, although the ghosts in this Black Valley were full of anger, but for Wei Wuving, there was no hindrance.

Because at this time, except for Wei Wushu himself, everyone else in the entire Black Valley was the target he was about to eliminate, and he didn't need to open his eyes at all, he only needed to use the knife in his hand to continuously slash the surrounding Yin soldiers to pieces.

The sword was shining, the cold light was overflowing, a figure as fast as lightning, and a domineering sword that was unparalleled in the world, completely plunged this piece of black valley into purgatory.

Those ghost domain yin soldiers were all broken, they didn't react to what the hell was going on, they watched their companions fall one by one, and then they wanted to escape, but they found that they had already been lost in this side of the world, this black valley ghost fog naturally formed a fog array, coupled with Wei Wuving's powerful array blessing at this time, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky if these ghost domain yin soldiers wanted to escape from this valley.

At this time, under the protection of a large group of ghost domain ghost generals, Mo Qing was trapped in the center of this black valley, before he led an army of 30,000 to chase and kill the night wandering god into the black valley, killed the sky and the earth, and killed the rise, all the way to the center of this black valley.

He originally had no intention of retreating at all, he planned to lead his army all the way through the Black Valley, and then capture Wei Wushu alive in front of Lihatepo, and finally wait for his eldest brother and second brother to lead the rest of the army to come over to respond, and then attack Lihe Mountain with them.

But they didn't expect that at this time, the situation suddenly changed, not only did the underworld Yin soldiers in front of them suddenly disappear through a black vortex, followed by a rain of swords falling from the sky, and the soldiers behind him died one after another.

Seeing this scene, Mo Qing was also anxious, he sensed the danger, and immediately ordered to withdraw from the Black Valley.

The ghosts around him used their powerful power to block those swords that fell from the sky and protect Mo Qing from the Black Valley, but even a strong man like them found himself also lost in the Black Valley after a long circle.

In the end, not only did they not escape from the Black Valley, but they fell deeper and deeper into it, completely lost in the Black Valley.

There are still countless swords falling from the sky around, and those ghost generals around Mo Qing have already begun to be unable to bear the domineering of this sword, and they began to be stabbed, and then their souls scattered and died.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer ghosts around him, Mo Qing was so angry that he vomited blood, he waved the big plate axe in his hand like crazy, and roared loudly into the void: "Who is it?" Who's pretending to be a ghost here, get out of here? ”

A domineering figure fell from the sky and landed about twenty meters away from Mo Qing, because of the heavy ghost fog, Mo Qing couldn't see the other party's face, but the kind of pressing momentum exuded by the other party made Mo Qing feel a heartbeat.

"Stop him for me."

Subconsciously, Mo Qing blurted out this sentence, but in fact, when Mo Qing said such a sentence, his heart had already begun to collapse, because what he said was to stop the other party, not to kill the other party.

Seven or eight ghost domain ghost generals raised the weapons in their hands, roared loudly and rushed towards the Dao figure, their speed was very fast, each of these ghost generals was the strength of the great grandmaster, and there were even two half-step worlds and one world-class, the speed was naturally as fast as a cheetah.

But then, Mo Qing found that these men he sent out suddenly froze in place on the way ahead of him, and the figure walked towards him with a knife in this way, and where he passed, he couldn't see any moves, nor did he see any of his subordinates sitting against him.

Anyway, the figure was like a leisurely stroll, after passing under Mo Qing's hands, those people were all still, and in the next second, their bodies seemed to be cut by something, all of them were split in two.

The man walked all the way, a distance of more than 20 meters, walked a total of eight steps, one step three meters, three meters to kill a person, it took about two breaths before and after, after two breaths, the person had already walked to about two meters in front of Mo Qing, and at this time Mo Qing really saw the man's face clearly.

Mo Qing hadn't seen this person before, but in the Ghost Emperor Palace in their ghost domain, Mo Qing had seen a total of three portraits hanging there, and the characters in the portraits were the living Yan Luo Huo Yan, the martial god Wei Wuxian, and Ye Xian.

And each portrait has a dense and countless knife edges, which were stabbed by the Ghost Emperor one after another.

Mo Qing didn't know him, but he knew the portrait of the Ghost Emperor Palace, the person in front of him looked exactly the same as the person on the portrait, and he subconsciously called out Wei Wudi's name: "Martial God Wei Wudi." ”

"Correct."

As soon as the treasure knife in Wei Wuyi's hand was raised, the light of the knife reflected from nowhere shone towards Mo Qing's eyes, and the reflected light alone made Mo Qing take several steps back sharply.

He felt his heart pounding, and after taking several deep breaths in a row, he finally calmed down a bit, so Mo Qing picked up the big plate axe in his hand, screamed, and rushed towards Wei Wuyi.

The four brothers of the Mo family, the combat power seems to be proportional to the age, Mo Qing is the third brother of Mo Hong, so his combat power is much stronger than Mo Hong, but unfortunately, at this time, what he is facing is not a normal professional player at all, what he is facing is an absolute bug, an invincible bug.

In front of the bug players who are second to second and second to second, whether you are level eighty or level hundred, this does not seem to make much difference, because in front of such perverts, this is just the difference between one knife and two paragraphs.

Mo Qing shouted very loudly, it seems that this kind of tall man likes to shout like this when he fights, maybe this kind of shouting can make them more combative, but the real reason is that this kind of shouting can eliminate the fear in their hearts to the greatest extent and improve their confidence.

The big plate axe slashed down from the air, Wei Wushu turned slightly to the side, easily dodged this axe, the axe smashed on the ground, and smashed the ground into a crack of more than a hundred meters, but Mo Qing didn't have time to pull the big plate axe out of the ground and carry out a second attack.

He felt a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, and the knife in Wei Wuyi's hand seemed to be out, but Mo Qing didn't see it clearly at all, he only felt a chill on his neck, and then saw his head fly directly into the sky.