Above the body of the Ziying Sword, there seemed to be a purple liquid flowing, the divine patterns flowing, the light and the extinction were uncertain, and the endless breath of death was emanating.

The feeling of palpitations is indescribable.

Song Ziyang only felt that his heart was beating wildly, and it was difficult to suppress it, as if it was about to pop out of his throat in the next moment.

This Ziying Sword was originally obtained from Gao Yangli, and the other party wanted to use it several times, but was forcibly interrupted by himself.

If it weren't for that, I'm afraid that I would be the one who would die in the end.

Because just by seeing this sword, he sensed a strong danger.

Shrouded in death.

However, after getting this purple sword, he put it in the corner of the Naxu Ring, and he almost forgot about it.

If I hadn't been cornered this time, I would have been almost exhausted, and I wouldn't have been able to think about it.

"Boy, I said it, you have nowhere to run. Hand over all the treasures, and I will give you to commit suicide. Let you suffer less torture...... Huh?"

Zhang Yang's huge face was full of rampant and proud, and he was smiling to himself, when he suddenly saw the purple short sword, and an inexplicable palpitation was born, "What kind of magic weapon is this?"

"Heh......"

Song Ziyang chuckled, his eyebrows left suddenly, the golden light was flourishing, and the yin-yang mirror flew out of it, and above the mirror, it reflected the nearby rivers and mountains.

Streams of golden light flickered and melted into the purple dagger.

In an instant, on the purple short sword, the flowing liquid light was flourishing, and one after another divine patterns were revealed, which were clearly extinguished, mysterious and mysterious, and at the same time, there was an endless breath of death emitting outward.

At the same time, his heart began to silently recite the divine pattern spell on the body of the short sword, and he knew the power of yin and yang in the sea spirit lake, and the three feet of waves without wind swept into the meridians, pouring into the purple short sword.

But in the blink of an eye, Ziying Sword turned passive into active and gasped.

The Ziying Sword was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring the power of yin and yang in his body.

It's just that in less than three breaths, the huge spiritual lake is about to bottom out.

It's horrible.

It's like a whale swallowing the sea.

Fortunately, his meridians are strong enough, and his body has been tempered by the Jiaolong Red Blood Pill and the Heavenly Demon Spirit Fruit, and has become comparable to an ordinary martial artist, which can accommodate more Yin and Yang power to pass through, otherwise at this speed, his body can be exploded......

The meridians are broken inch by inch and die!

Of course, Song Ziyang understands that this is also related to the yin-yang mirror.

Due to the connection with the Yin-Yang Mirror, he could easily perceive that the source of this huge suction power was not from the Ziying Sword, but the mysterious golden light that fused with the Ziying Sword.

This golden light is released by the Yin-Yang Mirror!

When he fought Gao Yangli to the death before, he really didn't see Ziying Jian take the initiative to absorb Gao Yangli's yin and yang power, but chanted mantras little by little and injected them into it.

Otherwise, he would not have been interrupted by his decisive astonishing stab.

The speed at which he recited the mantra was already fast. Coupled with the infusion of massive yin and yang power, the coercion released by this Ziying Sword was even more terrifying.

The thick aura of death, almost like substance, enveloped the surroundings.

Within 30 zhang of the surrounding area, all the trees withered silently, and the original green leaves turned yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then dried up, falling off the branches, from the trunk to the root system, and lost their vitality in an instant.

All the spiritual grasses, the vines attached to the trees, also quickly dried up and died.

It seems that autumn is coming, and winter is coming!

Within a radius of dozens of zhang, all the vitality has faded and turned into the gray of death!

"Damn it!"

Zhang Yang's face changed greatly, and he didn't see any movement of his hands, and a trident had already formed silently in front of him.

This trident has no substance, but is an illusion, somewhere between the void and reality.

Even, he used his current demon body to perform a secret technique, and a large amount of demonic qi was uncontrollably fused on it, and his power increased much more than before.

In his eyes, which were covered by demon armor, the essence swelled, and there were words in his mouth.

"Yuan Shen Hua Halberd!"

He roared.

The trident vanished.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Song Ziyang's eyes, and stabbed straight into his eyebrows.

Soul Secret Technique!

The hairs on his back counted, and he felt the coercion of death.

The changes around him made this dangerous feeling suddenly explode, and only occupied the whole mind.

At this moment, looking at the short sword shining with dazzling purple light, his soul began to tremble inexplicably.

Fear!

Yes.

He almost forgot how many years he hadn't felt such a fear of death.

Therefore, in time and at the fastest speed, he broke out the Divine Soul Secret Technique, wanting to interrupt his casting.

It's a long story, but in fact it's just a flash of lightning.

From the Ziying Sword in Song Ziyang's hand absorbing the power of yin and yang into the body, to the trident attacking and killing in front of him, it all happened within three breaths!

No matter how strong the secret arts, magic weapons, and spirit runes are, they can only be effective if they are truly displayed.

Interrupted, all the hard work was in vain.

And Song Ziyang knows this very well, how can he let him get his wish?

"Want to interrupt my spell casting?"

"It's a pity that it's too late!"

He raised his head and glanced at Zhang Yang, who had turned into a demon with a mocking face, with a cold look on the corner of his mouth, and waved his right hand vigorously.

The Ziying Sword extracted the last drop of yin and yang power in his spiritual lake, and the purple light, with a psychedelic aura, flew out violently.

The target is Zhang Yang.

He had already locked his soul on, and he didn't have to worry about it escaping.

At the moment when the Ziying Sword left his body, the trident attacked his sea of consciousness.

Rumble!

This trident with a large amount of demonic energy erupted instantly.

Song Ziyang only felt that his entire brain seemed to have exploded, and his soul trembled, and he let out a painful wail.

The boundless pain enveloped the soul and soul.

This kind of pain is as straight as the soul, which is difficult to offset and irresistible.

He fell to the sky and fell on top of the vines and spiritual grasses of death, crushing them into powder.

He held his head in his hands, his eyes wide and bulging outward, like the eyes of a dead fish, and his mouth was wide open and let out a silent, mournful roar.

If there is a large amount of yin and yang power in his body, he will automatically protect his soul, and look at it, the power of yin and yang in his spiritual lake will be absorbed by the Ziying Sword in an instant.

Even the Yin-Yang Mirror flew out of the body, and a large area of golden light descended to prompt the Ziying Sword to quickly activate.

"Come back ......"

He used the last remnants of his sanity to summon the Yin-Yang Mirror.

At the same time, the Ziying Sword flew towards Zhang Yang.

Its speed is definitely not fast, and there are even some slow and leisurely, but on the contrary, Zhang Yang can't dodge it.

He didn't believe in evil, and his body flashed rapidly, almost like thunder and lightning, and in an instant, he was seven or eight feet away.

But the distance between the Ziying Sword that seemed to be flying slowly and slowly was still shortening, and it was not stretched at all.

It seems that it can ignore the shackles of time and space, leaving only a constant distance from the target.

There is no way to avoid it!

"Demon King Shield!"

Shrouded in a thick, almost substantial aura of death, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and roared.

In an instant, the demonic armor transformed by the demonic qi instantly flowed like a liquid, forming a shield as black as ink in front of him.

On the shield, mysterious lines flashed.

Magic Pattern!

This is the Ancient Demon Mystic!

He didn't use anything like the Body Protector Jade Pendant and the Defensive Spirit Rune, because he had already sensed that in front of this purple terrifying short sword, there was no use in the slightest, so it was better to save the Yin and Yang power and demonic energy in his body and integrate it into the Demon King Shield.

A purple dagger stabbed on the Demon King's shield with a glittering demon pattern.

There was no earth-shattering bang, no clanging roar of Jin Ge, and after a slight pause, the Ziying Sword silently pierced into the Demon King's shield and pierced it.

Then, it pierced Zhang Yang's heart.