As the demonic energy around him continued to pour out, the huge black demon shadow continued to roll behind him, getting bigger and bigger, more and more real, and gradually conjuring up the scene of ten heads and twenty arms. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's ......"

The Sword Saint gasped, and even his divine thoughts felt a palpitation, although it was not so strong in terms of strength, but I don't know why when I saw the state of this monster, I felt hairy all over my body.

The clone raised his hand lightly and said, "It's hard to use all of this trick in my current state, after all, it's the magic power of my body, but even if it's only one-tenth of the power, it's enough to kill you, if you can take it, you'll win." ”

"It's not good, Netherworld Thirteen Styles - Soul Chasing and Killing!"

The sword saint's eyes sank, the momentum on his body exploded violently, his hands pointed forward, the sword qi in his fingers flickered, and he pointed out, as if a golden sun bloomed out of his hands, thousands of demonic qi were instantly pierced, and the entire earth was shining with golden light.

Although it was just a wisp of divine thought, the Sword Saint was the second strongest man on the list of people thirty years ago, and in the past thirty years, he had never made a move, and no one knew what realm he had reached. The power of this sword qi is like a river going down, and the stars are moving.

Yang Yun and Zhao Ya'er both grew their mouths in horror, and their eyes showed great joy.

The eyes of the innocent clone were still unwavering, and he pinched a magic trick in front of him with both hands, and said, "Demon Dance!"

The ten heads and twenty-armed black demon shadows that appeared behind him suddenly rotated, each arm seemed to be holding a void weapon, and black black light shot out one after another, and the demonic flames were monstrous.

The golden sword light was quickly forced open by the demonic energy, and it was constantly being corroded and devoured, and the speed became faster and faster.

The Sword Saint's face changed, and the whole person rose into the air, and actually went towards the black ** qi, his arms stretched out like apes, and countless golden sword qi gushed out, blocking the black ** qi.

The clone of Wu Yu still looked indifferent, and as soon as the seal in his hand changed, a thick black light shot out from the huge black shadow in the air, breaking through the air and slamming into those golden sword qi.

The Sword Saint was shocked and screamed. With a continuous wave of his hands, the Netherworld Twelve Styles were exerted by him to the extreme, and countless sword qi rushed into the black pillars of light and exploded one after another, finally barely blocking the black qi, but at this moment, Fu Jianhan's body gradually cracked, a large amount of blood burst out, and blood gushed out.

"Oh no! my son's body can't hold it anymore!"

The sword saint was shocked, and the seal in the hand of the innocent clone changed again, and the black ** shadow with ten heads and twenty arms grew a few points again, and a simulated hammer-shaped weapon in his hand came down, and at this moment, the entire inner hall trembled, and there was a constant roar, as if it was about to collapse.

Everyone was amazed, they all knew how strong the structure of this inner sanctum was. This demon is just a weapon conjured up in the dark shadow, and it has such a power that the entire hall is gradually collapsing.

"The sky is falling apart!"

As the doppelganger said, the black hammer shadow fell in a round, as if the sky had suddenly collapsed, and the inner sanctum was dim!

"Boom!"

The entire hall was instantly covered with black gas, and various piercing sounds erupted.

"Phoenix blazing Kyushu!"

There was a roar from the sword saint in the black qi, and a red light erupted above the entire hall, as if it was about to break through the black ** qi, and after a few extreme struggles, it was annihilated again.

The whole inner sanctum was turned black.

I don't know how long it took, the black ** qi gradually dispersed, and the tall black devil image disappeared, and the unjustified clone stood alone in the inner hall, his face extremely pale.

"Poof!"

He fell to his knees, a mouthful of blood spurting out, and his shoulders were constantly shaking, as if he was trembling unusually violently.

"Is there a limit?" he raised his head, glanced ahead, and said unwillingly, "I let them escape! I have weakened to such a point? How many years have I been sealed? What years have I had now?"

In front of the inner sanctum, a large hole was broken at some point.

It turned out that the Sword Saint saw that Fu Jianhan's physical body could no longer withstand more powerful power, and finally struggled desperately to strike, just to cooperate with the heavens and earth of the unvained clone to break the ban of the palace. As soon as the ban was broken, the Time Knife took the opportunity to emit a knife light, rolled everyone up, and escaped.

"Well, let's get out of here. The innocent clone dragged the seriously injured body, turned into a black light and rushed directly out of the inner hall, and disappeared.

The entire palace became empty, and the moment the ban was broken, the walls of the palace were also destroyed, and it didn't take long for it to collapse with a bang. There was a huge crack in the ground, and all the broken walls fell down.

At the same time that the inner hall was completely destroyed, the defenses on the entire Huaxu Palace seemed to be opened, and a large amount of sea water formed by spiritual qi slanted down and poured into it, instantly rushing across the entire palace. However, the crack in the inner sanctum was getting bigger and bigger, constantly swallowing the surrounding seawater, forming a huge whirlpool and beginning to spread at the bottom of the sea.

At this moment, on the surface of the sea, there are still a large number of corpses, all of which were suppressed by the ancient demonic energy of the snake demon at that time and could not move, and after losing the power of resistance, they were buried together with Huaxu Palace.

A figure was happily salvaged among these corpses, and his whole body had already been dyed blood-red, but his face was full of excitement, and when he looked closely, he could find that this person's lower body and chrysanthemums were bloody.

This person was Yang Dong, who was broken into his lower body and smashed the chrysanthemum by those warriors who obeyed the orders of Dugu Thirteen, he hid after he fled at that time, and when his injuries healed a little, and when he came back here, Huaxu Palace had collapsed, and there were floating corpses outside. But to his surprise, the storage rings on these corpses were still there, and he was excited to get the rings here, allowing him to get nearly a hundred.

These dead people were all elite disciples of various sects, and the value of each person's ring was incalculable.

"Haha, it's really developed this time!"

Yang Dong's eyes showed a hint of coldness, and he said hatefully: "With this large amount of resources, I will soon be able to impact a higher realm! Dugu Thirteen, you wait for me, I must break your corpse into ten thousand pieces! No! I must blow up your lower body and smash your chrysanthemum!"

"Hmm, what is this?" he suddenly saw a corner of golden light flash on a corpse's clothes.

It turned out to be a token!

The above few simple brushstrokes have the appearance of a grim reaper, and although the strokes are monotonous, they give people a breathtaking sense of fear.

"Providence City Token!"

Yang Dong was so shocked that he almost threw it away. After his hands trembled for a while, he suddenly became ecstatic, his face flushed a little with excitement, and said, "The Providence City Token of the Unpredictable Three Cities! Haha, it turned out to be the Providence City Token!"