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Xuan Jue Yin looked at the blue and blue sword light swept by the pitch-black whirlwind with interest, as if it was a swimming dragon that overturned the river and the sea, and like a meteor that was shining and moving, but it could never rush out of the natural calamity that the origin of the death of the evil ghost path turned into. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As time passed, the blue and blue sword light became more and more abundant, and it seemed that it was about to break through the Nine Shadows and smash the black wind. But at this moment, a trace of blood-red lightning flashed in the lead-gray sky, and in the blink of an eye, the blood-colored lightning gradually unfolded, covering the sky with gray clouds.

"Be careful, the third calamity is coming......"

The faint words passed through the Nine Shadows and entered the ears of Ji Game, who was fiercely fighting against the natural disaster. And at the same time, he had already heard that the whirlwind that was originally being suppressed by his Taiyin Daogang began to gradually rebound, and even faintly intertwined the sound of wind and waves, as if the cold qi of death condensed into fluid, and the light in front of him was even darker, as if he had re-fallen into the passage between the two realms of life and death.

"It can't be delayed, otherwise several calamities will be concurrent, which is enough to turn my current Taiyin incarnation into powder. ”

In a flash, Ji Game had already calculated the gains and losses clearly, and he originally planned to keep some mana as a backhand, and he instantly burst out with his strongest blow.

The face of the Yin who was observing outside suddenly moved, and the surroundings were already pitch black and dead, as if the clouds were combined, and there was no moon shadow when he looked up, only the blood-red electric light flashed on the edge of the clouds like a spirit snake. Between the flickering and the flickering, the nine mysterious winds that illuminated the thick clouds and darkness were like mountains, densely packed, surging layer by layer, and surrounded by the sky.

The whirlwind is getting stronger and stronger, the blood-colored electric snake above swims away, and the wind and waves below are raging. The turquoise sword light lit up like fireflies in it, as if it was about to be annihilated and disappeared in the next moment.

Just at the moment when the blood-colored electric light was about to fall and split, merging with the Nine Mystic Winds, turning into the Heavenly Wind Yin Thunder Tribulation, ten times more terrifying, a light that was darker than death and brighter than the stars burst out, like a black meteor, flashing across the sky from the Nine Mysteries Wind, stretching for thousands of feet, as if to cut the sky into a crack, spectacular and mysterious.

"It's that guy's magic knife!"

Xuan Jueyin muttered, as an old ghost who has lived for an unknown number of years, he has seen countless amazing and brilliant people. But no matter who you are, as long as you don't enlighten the heavens and are beyond reincarnation, they all degenerate into evil ghosts, and the final result is not as good as that of a ghost or god.

But if you want to say that the shadow that left the deepest impression on him, it was the Taiyin Patriarch who had long sleeves and fluttered, looked as warm as jade, and was actually more fierce than any evil ghost.

It was this magic knife that was tempered by the destruction of thousands of fierce souls, and killed the four bosses of their ghost country, the six heavenly palaces, and the seventy-two subordinates. If it weren't for the emperor's Yin Edict later, and several great gods and monarchs also rushed from the ghosts guarding the town, I'm afraid that these old ghosts would have turned into sacrifices born with magic knives.

When there were thousands of thoughts about the Yin Dynasty, Ji Game used the stinging sword light to pull the ground to smash the Yin Qi, tearing and slashing the endless Nine Mysteries Wind, and then the pitch-black sword light broke through the air, and rushed away with the sky, like the blood-colored electric light of the spirit snake.

The blood-red thunderbolts came down one after another, carrying lightning and thunder, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the pitch-black stinging sword light was the power of the void, absorbing the all-pervasive earthly cold and dead qi around them, and it became more and more amazing.

The power of calamity comes from the Mandate of Heaven, and the power comes from the origin of the Great Dao, when it is almost exhausted. And the Blue Flame Thunder Knife is a terrifying magic knife created by the Taiyin Patriarch in retreat and hard thinking for 80 years in the evil ghost path, and it has exploded with unprecedented ferocity and divine power in the environment where the Ming Sea is full of infinite yin qi, evil qi, dead qi, and ghost energy.

The four bosses of the ghost country who were killed when the magic knife was first formed, the Six Heavenly Palace, and the seventy-two subordinates of hundreds of millions of male ghosts cried and wailed, and what Ji Game got was the essence of the Taiyin Patriarch's lifelong Xuangong The knife of the Three Yin Killing Gods.

The "Stinging Knife" uses the infinite evil yin qi as the source, cutting through the void, and controlling death is not a problem.

After returning to the Evil Ghost Dao, Ji Bo felt that his Taiyin Immortal Light was about to move, especially after constantly killing the fierce soul and absorbing the cold qi of death and transforming it into his own essence, he had an impulse to advance.

The first sting of the three knives of Taiyin continued to urge his Yuan Shen comprehension, and in the blink of an eye, he had already comprehended Dacheng, and under the wrapping of the origin of death, Ji Game faintly felt the essence of the second knife of Taiyin "White Dew".

Of course, before that, he didn't suppress his impulse, and the stinging sword light continued to erupt from the edge of his palm, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of pitch-black sword lights slashed through the void, devouring all the four shattered Nine Mysterious Winds that were torn apart by his sword.

The sword light slashed out from the sky of the evil ghost land, and the blood-colored electric light was not to be outdone, under the thick and thick clouds, it was like the power of the sky, and it slammed towards him.

Standing in the colorful light cover, Xuan Jueyin only felt the blood-colored spirit snake and the pitch-black sword light scurrying in front of him, and the thunderbolts that shook the sky were coming down one after another, and the whirlwind from the Nine Shadows was already wailing and dissipating under the attack of the two terrifying forces.

At first, dozens of blood-colored lightning rays just sparsely fell to the ground, dripping like raindrops, and in contact with the sword light that broke through the air, the sound was non-stop, and the air waves rolled. The group of ghosts in the distance drank vigorously, but they had to disperse themselves into invisible black qi and hide in the depths of the Nine Shadows Land, so as not to be affected by the power of the calamity, turn into the source of death, and destroy their souls.

In just the blink of an eye, the pitch-black knife light that originally pressed through the blood-colored electric light was gradually pressed down, and the yin thunder blood light that shook down from the clouds and split was also sparse and dense, as if it was a storm, getting bigger and bigger, and like the Milky Way bursting, pouring from the sky, roaring and shaking. In the continuous exchange of slashing and explosion of the void sword light that slashed out one after another, it was like a pitch-black canopy, and the yin wind that had never been cut off by the evil ghost path cried, resounding into a frenzied noise, boiling and shaking the sky.

An hour passed, and the power of the calamity seemed to be exhausted, and the blood-red lightning gradually returned to sparseness. And the dense death yin and cold aura around that did not see the five fingers had already been swallowed up by Ji Game, and all of them turned into stunning knife light and slashed towards the heavenly dome yin thunder.

"This is the third catastrophe!"

Although he had survived three calamities in a row, Ji Game's face was unprecedentedly pale, because he felt that from the four poles and eight desolations, there were dozens of natural disasters that were not inferior to the Nine Mysterious Winds, and several natural disasters that were even more terrifying than the Heavenly Dome Blood Red Yin Thunder, surging towards the place where he was. r1152