Hearing the low roar of vicissitudes, Ling Yu's hair rose suddenly, as if he was being deeply stared at by a prehistoric giant beast. At this time, Ling Yu, as a powerhouse in the realm of Immortal Venerable, could make him not have the slightest sense of resistance, so you can imagine what kind of realm the other party is in. In fact, not only Ling Yu, but even Duanmu Yuhan and Ling Yunuo of the Supreme Realm turned pale with fright when they heard that low roar, and their bodies trembled unconsciously. Although the person who was targeted by that voice was not them, but Ling Yu, they were still like chaff and were intimidated by that body. As for the other cultivators present, they were no better than Duanmu Yuhan and Ling Yunuo. Although people had known Jin Haizhou for a long time, they never knew that in the back mountains of the East China Sea Sword Sect, there was such a great power of cultivation that reached the heavens! And among all of them, only one person had a different look on his face, and that person was Jin Haizhou.

"Master, your old man is going to make the decision for me! My Heng'er was killed by this little evil beast, and I killed him by mistake. Although Heng'er died at my hands, the reason for this turmoil is that he is the initiator of all this turmoil, this evil animal named Ling Yu!" Jin Haizhou knelt down on his knees and kowtowed. For the old man in the back mountain, only Jin Haizhou knew about it in the East China Sea Sword Sect, and even his only son, Jin Heng, had never heard of it, let alone seen this mysterious master. The old man in the back mountain is the ultimate foundation of Jin Haizhou, and it can be said that the East China Sea Sword Sect can cover the sky on Penglai Immortal Island with one hand, and it has an inseparable relationship with that old man. Now seeing that his actions woke up the strong man, Jin Haizhou woke up like a dream. At the same time, Jin Haizhou felt remorse in his heart, if he had been cheeky enough to ask the old man to get out of the customs, maybe today's tragedy would not have happened. With him, he will be in charge.

Hearing Jin Haizhou's cry of mourning, the jungle in the back mountain was filled with black mist. It was as if countless wet wood was burning in the forest, spreading the smoke from the depths of the dense forest in the back mountain and swinging towards the palace. Along with the black mist, a pungent smell of the sea came, choking everyone's eyes and coughing. This smell of the sea is different from the smell of the fishermen in the vicinity, which is formed by the sea breeze and the immersion of the sea water when they go out to fish all year round. In addition to the smell of rotting fish and shrimp, the smell of the sea on the old man's body was also mixed with this faint smell of blood. Everyone present was a cultivator with strong cultivation, so they naturally guessed at the first time that the smell of blood was not the smell of fish and shrimp, but the smell of blood stained with the blood of countless living beings. The smell was filled with a gloomy dead air that made the heart palpitate.

When the black fog filled the palace, the palace that was originally resplendent and full of festive atmosphere was instantly shrouded in a thick and gloomy atmosphere, and the originally warm red lanterns also looked particularly strange under the reflection of the fog. Seeing the mist that seemed to be a living thing overflowing the palace, the surrounding cultivators moved away. They scrambled out of the palace and gathered into a wide area, their faces solemn and wary of the black mist. People were not only choked with tears by the smell of the sea in the black fog, but also forced by the coercion in the fog as if they were on the verge of life and death, and their expressions were extremely jealous.

"I have advised you a long time ago that your unsuccessful son will sooner or later become the doom of your East China Sea Sword Sect, but you can't listen to it. It's good now, and sure enough, I said it. Such a disobedient son, if he dies, he will die, and there is nothing to regret!" At this moment, a sneer came from the mist.

Hearing those words, Jin Haizhou's face changed again and again, and in the end, he could only nod at the old man in the fog, not daring to have the slightest dissatisfaction. The cultivators present were even more terrified when they heard the old man's sneer. They only saw the fog, but they didn't know when the old man entered the palace. For them, the old man is like the mist in the sea of Penglai Xiandao, coming with the wind and going away with the fog, making it impossible to catch the figure. And at this time, people finally figured out one thing, it was not for nothing that the East China Sea Sword Sect was able to become the overlord of Penglai in just three thousand years. And the foundation that Jin Haizhou relies on is likely to be the old man in the fog. The world says that Jin Haizhou's methods are ruthless and the city is extremely deep, and now it seems that this is indeed the case. He was able to hide the identity of the old man for so long in this impetuous world, which shows that Jin Haizhou can indeed be regarded as a generation of heroes.

When all the powerhouses in the palace were forced out by the old man, the fog in the palace gradually faded, and finally revealed the true face of the old man. This man looked to be about eighty years old, he was burly, and his beard was white. A silver hair was tied up with a jade pendant in the shape of a fishbone and hung down at the back of his head. He was about seven feet five tall and wore a dark blue silk gown, on which the blue sea and blue sky were embroidered. Under the blue sky, there is a blue sea. Although those waves are just embroidered patterns on clothes, in the eyes of everyone, those waves seem to be drifting, as if they are in a turbulent state.

The old man's appearance was ordinary, not very handsome, but not ugly either. The only thing that can attract attention is his eyes. The look in those eyes was very gloomy and very deep. It seems that there are thousands of miles of waves hidden in his eyes, taking in the torrent of the world.

"Old thing, who are you?" Ling Yu, who had already occupied his body in black, slanted the old man, his eyes filled with a wisp of disdain, and asked lightly. Although he already felt that the old man was very extraordinary, and he was even very likely to be scary, Ling Yu still had no fear and did not take him seriously.

"Little beast, you are so rude. With you, a small Saint Realm cultivator, you are not qualified to know who I am. I'm very curious, you're just an ant who asks the peak of your state of mind, why was you able to suddenly ripple out of the cultivation fluctuations of the Immortal Venerable realm. It seems that the Great Monarch is right, you are indeed a variable, and you are full of secrets. But it doesn't matter, I've been waiting for 3,000 years, and it's not too late. Today, I'm going to torture you slowly and dig out your secrets bit by bit!" the old man seemed to be a little angry at Ling Yu's taunt, his eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice.

"Oh! I remember, Jin Haizhou has a master in this waste, and that master should be you, right? I heard that your name is Void Son, and you are a demon Taoist, but now it seems that you are really not a good bird. I'm not a good person, but I'm cold and upright, and yours is sneaky. Do you think that by supporting Jin Haizhou, a puppet, you will be able to cover the sky with one hand on Penglai Immortal Island? Do you think that when I wait for me today, I will be able to win? The Great Monarch is really naïve and cute. By the way, if I'm not mistaken, you should also be one of the Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood Desolation, right?Void Son, the Twelve Sovereigns of the Desolation, I just don't know which of the Twelve Sovereigns of the Desolation you are?" Ling Yu glanced at the old man and instantly guessed the identity of the other party. In the face of such a desolate master, Ling Yu not only did not show the slightest fear, but instead looked at the void with a mocking face, and his words were light and arrogant.

"Hahaha, I like your reckless self-confidence, I hope that when you are pulled out of your tongue by me for a while, you can still be so arrogant!" Hearing Ling Yu's taunt, the void laughed angrily. He stared at Ling Yu coldly, and the Immortal Venerable power on his body diffused out, several times stronger than Ling Yu, which was terrifying.

Since you are so cowardly that you don't even dare to say which monarch you are, then I can only fight until you are convinced, and then listen to you explain it to me!" He held a broken sword in his hand, like a demon venerable.

"Hmph, since you want to be a ghost, then the old man will fulfill you. Listen, the old man is indeed one of the twelve monarchs of the Flood Desolation, and I am the Void Son who is respected by the world as the Canglan Monarch!" Seeing Ling Yu provoking himself repeatedly, the hatred of the Void Son had risen to the extreme, and he said coldly.

"Canglan Sovereign, well, the name is not bad, but I don't know how to cultivate! I hope you don't have a pewter spear head, it won't be useful!" Ling Yu stroked the broken sword in his hand, looking like he was judgmental. Then, I saw Ling Yu suddenly raise his broken sword and slash at the Void Son, and at the same time shouted loudly in his mouth: "Nine Turns to Break the Demon!" Although Ling Yu seemed to be light and light, and he didn't care about the Void Child, in fact, Ling Yu was extremely afraid of the Void Child. The black-clothed Ling Yu's strength is innate, but he is not stupid. The cultivation of the Void Son is not a star and a half higher than his own. Therefore, Ling Yu's start is the strongest killing move.

With Ling Yu's roar, the sky suddenly became extremely dark. Then, the scorching sun in the sky suddenly turned into a bloody sun, reflecting the world as if it were a blood-soaked hell. The blood sun slowly turned, and the cultivators became more and more restless as the blood became thicker. Finally, I don't know who roared, "Blood! How can there be blood?!" The man's eyes were full of fear, as if he had seen the end of the world, and his voice was full of horror. In fact, it was not just him, everyone felt as if it was raining. The rain was not heavy, it could even be said to be small, as if the clouds had been dropped by a breeze and a mist had been sprinkled. And when they wiped away the rain that had fallen on their faces and looked down, they all showed the same look as the cultivator who was surprised. That's right, the raindrops that fall are not real rain, but blood, bright red blood, which is more and more hideous under the red sky, very weird.

Although the scorching sun in the sky was replaced by the blood sun, everyone could see clearly that there was not a single cloud in the sky. So, where did these blood rains come from? People can feel that the blood day in the sky is real, not a trick, and Ling Yu is too terrible to change the day by himself.

When the blood rain fell, everyone was infected by an inexplicable pathos, as if there were ten thousand catties of boulders pressing on their hearts. They were reminded of their past, of their deceased relatives, and a cry of sorrow rang in their ears, making their hearts begin to stir and become bloodthirsty.

Then, in this firmament, nine bright red sword shadows that were also blood-colored began to conjure. Those sword shadows were thousands of feet high, slowly descending from the sky. When the shadow of the sword fell, the sense of oppression that had stopped in everyone's hearts became stronger and stronger, so much so that many people who were weak in cultivation began to cry.

Although the powerhouses of all directions felt that the speed of the nine blood-colored divine swords in the sky was not very fast, when the blood sword penetrated the prohibition outside Huaxia and forced towards the earth, they finally realized that the speed of the blood sword was as fast as lightning. Moreover, beyond the nine blood-colored sword shadows, there were really rays of lightning. In contrast to the Blood Sword and the Blood Moon in the Skyrim, the lightning that travels across the sword is also blood-colored. They were like red pythons coiled around the body of the blood sword, swallowing snake letters, their eyes filled with cruel bloodthirsty light, staring at the cultivators on the ground, and even more staring at the Void Son, whose aura was even stronger than the Void Son. is also "Nine Turns of Breaking Demons", but when different people perform it, there are different scenes. When Ling Tianheng performed this mystical skill, it was as if the gods had descended into the world to destroy demons and punish evil. When Ling Yu casts it, it is like a sharp sword facing the sky, piercing the void. And when the black-clothed Ling Yu used it, it was like a devil's hand, leading to a catastrophe.

It was only at this point that the Void Son finally became solemn, as he had already sensed a trace of danger from the Nine Divine Swords. Even the Void Son had the illusion that with his cultivation as a desolate monarch, he might not be able to calmly dissolve the Nine Dao Sharp Sword. If you don't do your best, you are likely to lose with hatred.

Thinking of this, the Void Zi clenched his teeth and his palms linked. As he moved, the sound of surging waves rang out from all directions. It was as if an endless torrent was pouring in from the end of the infinite and gathering towards the earth. Afterwards, people saw the sea of endless spiritual power enveloping them. Although people's breathing is not blocked, they feel a pervasive sense of oppression. Finally, a wave of azure blue confronted the blood-colored Excalibur of the sky. The battle of the ages is about to break out!