In Penglai Immortal Island, the head of Penglai just turned his hand, and the Penglai Mountain Seal pressed downward, he stood still, just such a small action, but there was a big mountain seal between heaven and earth. Thinking and moving spells, raising your hand is nothing more than that.

What pressed down on Chen Jing and Yan Luoniang was not a cloud, nor a mountain, but the surging spiritual power of Penglai Mountain Island.

In the eyes of others, it was a mountain-like seal condensed by spiritual power, but in Chen Jing's eyes when he looked up, the spiritual power that fell from the sky was like an avalanche, rolling like a tide, surging down. If you can't resist it, you will definitely die like a mortal facing a torrent of rocks and piles of rocks.

In Chen Jing's eyes, spiritual power was like an avalanche of water falling from the sky.

The Guanghan disciple who was also under the great seal showed his body alone, and the escape technique was broken in an instant. The mind was robbed, and I only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and my whole body was imprisoned, unable to move, and the feeling of death came to my heart.

The role of the high and low realm is reflected at this time, the high realm has a spell between the thoughts, but the same spell makes the low realm have irresistible thoughts.

Their spirits and spirits were all suppressed, Yan Luoniang's lips were tightly closed, and she protected all the Guanghan disciples with the Guanghan Sword in her hand.

She looked up and saw that the big black seal in Chen Jing's hand seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and shattered into a black mist, and the black mist covered Chen Jing, and suddenly she couldn't see clearly. However, in just a moment, there was a person in the fog who had already rushed up against the mountain marks falling from the sky.

The man was dressed in a blue-black robe, and when he looked closely, the pattern of five demons on the robe was vivid. There is a palpitating light in the eyes of every evil ghost, or cruel, or resentful, greedy, ****, and cold without the slightest feeling. The images of these five demons are the clearest, but they are also layered with some fainter demon patterns, if you don't look closely, you will only think that it is a black moire, and if you look closely, you will feel that it is actually an image of a demon, as if it is alive, constantly struggling and roaring in the black robe.

And in his hand is holding a sword, the sword is more than three feet long, the hilt of the sword has a butterfly-like gauntlet on the hand, the blade of the sword is hazy with black smoke, and a faint gold can be seen faintly.

Yan Luoniang couldn't see what Chen Jing's face was like now, she only felt that Chen Jing was extremely terrible now, and there had been a qualitative change with the incomparably real river god in her heart. If she hadn't seen the changes with her own eyes, she would never have believed that this person was the river god she had fished out of the river with her own hands.

Cruelty, resentment, greed, and **** are intertwined to form a special atmosphere, which is the taste of hell in the underworld, and all the darkness in the world is concentrated on him.

At the last moment, he was still like the spring breeze and sunshine, and all he had on his body was the ethereal of a fairy and the mystery of a god. And now they are rancid and dark, two completely different breaths, and they change in an instant.

No one knew that at this moment, Chen Jing's heart was filled with endless negative emotions, his heart was beating, and the nightmare of the dead soul that had been silent for a long time seemed to be active.

The head of Penglai drives the spiritual power of the entire Penglai, and Chen Jing has the Jinghe Divine Monument into his body, and the mana is far from the spiritual power of the previous sword, but the Jinghe Divine Monument is damaged, and the mana is naturally much worse.

The timing of the head of Penglai was very good, and the moment Chen Jing received Yan Luoniang, he showed the real means to represent his identity as the head of Penglai.

Yan Luoniang looked at the black robe on Chen Jing's body as if there were countless evil ghosts rising and falling like waves, but he didn't know that Chen Jing personally felt the pain of the evil ghosts biting on him.

He endured this, but he also had the same mana like the sea, and in an instant, he felt that the heavens and the earth were in his hands, and he felt that he could pierce the sky with a sword. This thought came to his mind, and he had already stabbed it with a sword. The simplicity of this sword stab, compared to his previous swordsmanship, has a taste of anti-simplicity.

A sword pierced into the avalanche-like big seal in Chen Jing's eyes, the big seal did not disperse, let alone shine, and Chen Jing's whole person actually sank into it without hindrance.

At the moment when the spiritual power condensed into the big seal and fell, when the big seal fell, it gave people the feeling that it was violent, and all living beings would be shattered into powder under the seal, but when Chen Jingyi pierced it with a sword, he really found that this big seal was like a swamp, which could devour all living beings, and all powerful beings rushed into the big seal carelessly, and they would all be sealed in it by the big seal, and they would never get out, and they would eventually turn into a spiritual power in the seal.

However, Chen Jing now has the spiritual power of the seal of King Qin Guang for thousands of years, and it represents the city of King Qin Guang.

Therefore, when the big seal that condensed the entire Penglai Mountain tried to seal Chen Jing inside, it was cut piece by piece and piece by piece under Chen Jing's black Heavenly Sword.

The place where each sword crossed was the place where the spiritual power of the Great Seal condensed, and the sword broke the law in the seal.

The condensed seal of spiritual power was shattered by the Heavenly Lost Sword that bloomed from within, but it did not disperse, but at the moment of shattering, the wisps of spiritual power turned into a sword with a handle and surrounded Chen Jing's nest. And countless swords fell towards the people of Guanghanmen who were still imprisoned below.

They looked up in horror and saw a rain of swords. A little bit of cold light sword wire, stabbing at their pupils. They had no power to resist, and just when they thought that they would die after all, the sound of a sword groan sounded in their ears, and the rain of swords that pierced everyone's eyes also dispersed into a rain mist, no longer lethal.

Through the spiritual mist, what they saw was Chen Jing's sword stabbing at the eyebrows of the head of Penglai.

He actually fought back into Penglai with a sword, and at this moment, Yan Luoniang's words came from their ears: "Go." ”

One by one, they found that the restraint pressure on their bodies was gone, and they immediately fled away from Penglai.

Today is a special day compared to Guanghan and Penglai, but their mood is completely different.

The original gray lives of Guanghan's disciples were rejuvenated by the arrival of Chen Jing and Yan Luo Niangniang, but the world of Penglai's disciples was overshadowed on this day.

They are like this, and the head of Penglai is even more so. He couldn't believe it. If the whole Penglai is like a body to him, then Chen Jing is a thorn that pierces into his body.

Between thoughts, the spiritual power squeezed towards Chen Jing. However, Chen Jing's whole person was like a sword cutting through the water, like a blade that broke through the flesh and skin, and there was no obstacle.

The sword pierced the center of the eyebrow.

"There is no one in his eyes, not only did he not escape, but he also dared to fight back into Penglai. If you don't leave you today, how will Penglai gain a foothold in heaven and earth in the future. ”

Thinking in his heart, he opened his mouth and shouted, and the whole Penglai buzzed. It's as if time and space are frozen in. The sword that Chen Jing stabbed out sank slightly. However, he didn't stop, he still stabbed forward, but the head of Penglai melted into the void after that loud shout, and all that was left there was a spiritual mist.

The spiritual mist surged up, as if it was swept up several feet high by the wind, and then turned into a mountain and fell down. The sword in Chen Jing's hand did not change at all, it was still a straight stab.

The Lost Sky Sword still stabbed out directly and quietly, but there was a golden streamer that left a trail in the void. The trail of the streamer was not dazzling, but at this moment it gave people a sense of silence, as if nothing in the world could block the shuttle of the golden streamer.

When swordsmanship reaches an extreme realm, ordinary swords also break spells.

The sword pierced into the mountain, and there was a kind of sword piercing into the real thing, and after a slight pause, the mountain shattered into pieces of rocks. And the mountain stone turned into a fierce beast in an instant, and pounced towards Chen Jing.

Chen Jing's wrist trembled, the sword light was like a flower tree blooming at night, and every fierce beast that pounced on him turned into spiritual energy under the sword. However, the shattered aura did not dissipate, but became a wave.

If other people were in Chen Jing's situation at this time, they might only be able to see endless waves in their eyes, and they would never be able to break out. However, in Chen Jing's eyes, in all directions, the front and back and left and right were not waves, but runes were generated, constantly changing, getting denser and denser.

Chen Jing naturally wouldn't stand there and let those runes weave, and the sword in his hand didn't pause to break a rune line that was about to be connected.

In the eyes of Penglai's disciples, Chen Jingjian's sword pierced into the void, and the golden light flashed, and then disappeared. Immediately afterwards, two loud shouts were heard, the voices of the two elders. However, in the midst of the loud shouts, a dazzling sword light bloomed. or chaotic, or hierarchical. The sword qi was rampant, and those disciples who were not far away were like frightened flies and moths, and they couldn't help but retreat backwards.

This was only a short moment from Chen Jing's entry into Penglai to the time when Guanghan's disciples went out and looked back.

When they looked back again, they saw a criss-crossing sword light, which turned into countless butterflies flying in the void, like butterflies dancing flowers. Along with them came the incessant sound of sword groans, like butterflies flapping their wings.

From a distance, it looks like a dream, but for some reason, they feel extremely cold.

Penglai He's disciples had never seen such swordsmanship, they couldn't tell whether what they saw was sword light or butterflies, and they couldn't tell whether the sound of a sword chant or a butterfly's wings flapping through the air sounded in their ears.

Their eyes were full of sword light, and their eyes were full of black butterflies flying. Suddenly, the head of the house shouted in his ears: "Where to go." ”

They were awakened by this shout, and then saw a green dragon appear in the sky at some point, although it could be seen that it was not real, but it had scales and armor, claws and horns, and was blue, and its eyes were pale gold, and it was cold.

The sky was pouring rain, dark clouds, and thunder.

And half of Qinglong's body is still in the clouds, and half is outside. It's not a real dragon, but it already has some magical powers of a real dragon. Compared to the fire dragon on the Jing River that day, it is only high, not low.

The endless power made their hearts feel like they were pressing on a giant, and it was difficult to breathe.

In front of the green dragon's open mouth, there was a black-robed man who carried his sword and walked quickly, flashing step by step, and a layer of light that pierced the void on his body shone, but the distance of his flickering step was not far, as if he was bound by something unknown, just when the disciples of Penglai thought that the black-robed man was about to be swallowed by the green dragon.

The black-robed man who was hurrying away with his sword suddenly turned around, and the long sword in his hand was raised above his head. There was a golden glitter on the sword's body, and the golden light flowed on the blade.

Everyone suddenly felt a sharp murderous aura rushing straight to their eyebrows, as if someone was holding a sword at their eyebrows.

The sword slashed, and a golden and black sword light slashed down from the center of the double horns on the forehead of the green dragon.

The sword light is like a line, but it breaks through the heavens and the earth, and the place where the sword light passes is like a wave line that is watched from a distance when the tide is rising, but this is lined up from the middle to both sides. And the black-robed man was constantly flying away upside down in the process of this sword infinitely approaching the green dragon, and his posture was still the posture of a sword slash, but it kept drifting backwards, getting lighter and lighter.

A thought can trap oneself for the rest of one's life. If you become obsessed for a moment, you can ban yourself for the rest of your life.

The sword chant of "......" flows in the wind and clouds, and it will always exist in the hearts of people under the light of the sword at this moment.

The sword light slashed down, cutting in like cutting tofu, and a sword mark appeared on Qinglong's forehead.

Because the green dragon is not a real dragon, but the aura is transformed, but it is extraordinarily condensed, and it has not dispersed for a while, and the Penglai disciples saw that the green dragon was cut open from the forehead, and it was broken into two pieces until it was in the clouds, and it fell into two pieces from the dark clouds towards the sea, but it was only halfway down and it had dispersed into aura and turned into a violent wind.

The dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed, and the sun appeared, but the Penglai disciples felt that this winter and night were coming.

When they saw Penglai clearly, they saw the flushed face of the head of Penglai, and the two elders on the ground whose eyebrows were marked with a red mark.

I looked into the distance again, but I only saw a stone statue in the distance between the waves.