One, two, ten, hundred, thousand...

The sword intent crisscrossed the land of the Northern Regions.

Most of the Netherworld was trembling, and I don't know how many sleeping old monsters had been awakened.

But when he sensed a certain breath in the Northern Regions, his face showed a sudden and palpitating color, and he got up and bowed to Yingying in the Northern Regions, and then what should he do, as if the tremor that had been going on did not exist.

The Northern Regions shattered, and the terrifying sword intent of the unknown geometry slashed the earth composed of black soul stones into a chessboard-like existence.

The sword intent gave birth to an indefinite sword qi that filled the entire Northern Regions, and after gathering, all of them were submerged in it, plowing the Northern Regions that had already been shattered into a chessboard a hundred times again!

Until there is no black soul stone in the Northern Regions that is larger than a grinding plate.

"Zizizi... Terrible... This kid's kendo has reached the point where he is reborn after breaking the mirror, seeing through the clouds and fog, and stepping into the fourth realm, but... It's a little bit short."

However, Ye Zhen couldn't hear the whispers of the Netherworld Ghost King.

With a grim face, he got up slowly, his heart sword pointed to the ground, his hands were on the tail of the sword, his eyes slowly closed, although his mana was exhausted and his sword intent was exhausted, Ye Zhen felt that he had touched a gate.

The instinct of the will made him ignore everything in the outside world to perceive, and there was only this gate in front of him.

Seeing this, the Netherworld Ghost King, who was standing in the void and holding a yellow paper umbrella, chuckled, "This kid..."

"Boom..."

The Northern Regions began to tremble again like Xiao Qiang, who couldn't be killed, and the shattered Black Soul Stone began to heal again, but the speed of healing was much slower than before.

And if you look closely, you will find that the Black Soul Stone, which was originally named after its pitch black as ink, is not so dark.

It's no longer the kind of black that can suck all the light in, it seems to be a little more transparent...

It took more than twice as long as before, and the Netherworld finally returned to its previous appearance, but the difference was that the time to condense the ghost soldiers this time had exceeded ten times before!

Could it be that the Black Soul Stone's resentment has been consumed too much, and it is no longer able to condense the ghost soldiers?

Then the next moment, in the Netherworld North, a terrifying scene appeared.

Endless resentment erupts, entangles, and condenses.

Pitch-black horns, a head covered with white bones, an ancient beast-like body...

Looking at the giant beasts in front of him that are dozens of zhang high and the number is unknown, each one exudes an aura no less than that of the ghost king.

The ghost soldiers who stood outside the border of the Northern Regions and watched the excitement trembled, and the ghost soldiers who regarded them as treasures in their hands fell to the ground without realizing it.

One by one, they raised their heads with difficulty, opened their mouths silently, and looked at the wolf-toothed giant hammer that was more than ten times larger than their whole person, and they were so shocked that they didn't know what to do or what to think.

"Roar..."

The giant beast roared, spewing out bursts of black mist from between its noses, and the people who touched the black fog in the border land, whether it was a ghost general or a netherworld orthodox soldier, didn't even have time to scream before it dissipated with the black mist.

"Run...."

Countless Nether Spirits gathered in the Border Land to watch the excitement flee this place at great speed.

Although they wanted to know which Great Immortal had descended and tossed the Black Soul Northern Regions into this, it was the small life that mattered.

The Netherworld Ghost King raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips and chuckled, "Is there a good show to watch?" ”

"Although this kid's mana is exhausted and his sword intent is weak, a little grass that does not bow to the wind and rain is born in his heart."

"Spent ... What if the opportunity to send you is greater, if you can't... Then stay and be the husband of this seat, so that this seat can feel what love is"

However, Ye Zhen had already entered a state of forgetting about things and self at this time, and he didn't know everything that was happening in the outside world, some were just endless swords and a door that stood up in the void and waited to be opened by him.

Looking at the bronze gate in front of him, Ye Zhen stood still, the anger on his face slowly subsided, and finally turned into calm, his eyes showed a yearning color, as if the gate in front of him was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Suddenly, Ye Zhen, who was fascinated by the beautiful scenery in front of him, suddenly closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

"No matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you want to be more beautiful, you can only stay in the memory"

No one knew what Ye Zhen saw, only a tear slowly fell from the corner of his eye, as if he was sad for the scenery that was about to collapse in front of him.

When he opened his eyes again, his face was calm again, and his right hand was raised, and he pushed towards the door without hesitation, smashing the endless beauty with his own hands.

"Boom..."

The door opened, stepped in, Xu Xu breezed on his face, Ye Zhen found that the scenery behind the door, although not beautiful, is true, and his heart is the same.

My sword way, cut through all falsehood, truth... It's the most beautiful scenery, even if the real scenery is hell.

"Buzz!"

An eternal sword roar sounded in his heart, and Ye Zhen smiled even more on his face, but he sat cross-legged on the cliff, overlooking the hell in front of him that was about to be torn apart by the sword heart, and the picturesque rivers and mountains that would be presented afterwards.

......

In the Netherworld North, the endless giant beasts are rushing towards the middle, and the black soul land under their feet, in order to condense these giant beasts, seems to have consumed a lot, and has turned from black to gray.

This kind of behavior is not wise in anyone's eyes, if the giant beasts that are galloping throughout the Northern Regions are condensed into one thing, even if Ye Zhen can kill them, it will take a lot of effort.

But Ye Zhen's mana was exhausted at this time, and his sword intent was sitting on the ground with a sluggish attitude, not to mention facing all the giant beasts, I was afraid that just one would kill Ye Zhen.

However, the Netherworld Ghost King put down his little hand, "It seems that this seat is underestimating you."

"Boom... Boom..."

The earthquake trembled, the giant beast ran wildly, and the earth was crushed, and more than a dozen giant beasts closest to Ye Zhen jumped high.

"Roar!"

With a loud roar, the giant hammer in his claws was aimed at Ye Zhen's head, and even the surrounding land was included, and it smashed down with boundless might.

The Netherworld is known as the indestructible Northern Region of the Black Soul, and it has been the worst today for 10,000 years, and it has been broken I don't know how many times, this indestructible name, I am afraid that it will never be there again in the future.

"Choke!"

A faint sword roar resounded throughout the Netherworld.

There is no sense of being awkward... It should be said that there is no feeling at all.

More than a dozen giant hammers smashed into Ye Zhen paused in the air, and the hammer wind, which was originally more powerful than wind and thunder, swayed Ye Zhen's long hair over his shoulders again like a spring breeze.

Ye Zhen smiled, his eyes opened, looking up at the dim sky, a pale pink color broke through the sky, and the pale pink light slowly extended towards Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen got up, his clothes fluttering, and his hands behind his back.

What was shocking was that the giant beast, which was originally extremely fierce and exuded infinite resentment, began to slowly retreat.

"Bang..."

At the border, the people in the netherworld who began to watch the excitement again found that the endless giant beast actually knelt down.

Even the time to breathe began to dissipate into black mist, slowly drifting towards the sky.

Pulling out the confidant from the Black Soul Stone, he held it horizontally in front of his eyes, his fingers caressing every inch of the sword body at an extremely slow speed.

Bite... The tip of the Zhixin sword once again landed on the land of the Northern Regions, and Ye Zhen put his hands on the tail of the sword like this.

But unlike before, this time, there was no fierce power and raging sword qi.

However, the Netherworld Northern Region, which was covered by the Black Soul Stone, was still the same as before, full of resentment, and continued to condense the resentful ghost soldiers, as if they were going to fight Ye Zhen to the end.

And this time, the Black Soul Land seems to be smart once, and the resentment that has accumulated for thousands of years, even if it doesn't win much, it still makes people desperate, and this time, it's not asking for quantity.

The speed was very fast, and a "Ye Zhen" who looked exactly the same as Ye Zhen, and even dressed up and even had the confidant sword in his hand, came out.

After this "Ye Zhen" was condensed and formed, the "confidant" in his hand raised his hand high, and stabbed at Ye Zhen's eyebrows with the power of breaking through heaven and earth.

PS: Ask for subscription! Ask for a ticket! Ask for anything!

(End of chapter)