Tick, tick, the sound of a drop of water sounds.

It was the sound of blood falling into the pool.

The pit in front of me is gone—or rather, the pit is still there, but the dirt is gone.

In the place where the loess was originally hidden, only a bright blood red remained, which was a deep pool, boiling and roaring, and it was flowing blood.

In a bloody water, the steaming black gas flowed around with the sharp ghost cry, setting off roaring waves again and again, and the heavy smell of blood filled the air, stimulating people's sense of smell and stimulating the irrepressible fear in people's hearts.

Cheng Jun glanced at the blood pool and said, "The scale is just like this, it seems that you might as well be guilty of it." ”

This sentence is nothing for the old Mingsheng to hear, but Chonghe is dizzy, the blood pool in front of him is five or six zhang square, I don't know how deep, let alone how much blood there is, in order to fill this pool, the murderous and bloody Mingsheng Lao Dao and don't say it, what kind of person is Cheng Jun who can say "but so" without changing his face?

When the old Taoist Mingsheng heard this, his face twitched, and he said: "Pity me for the pool of good blood at the top of the thousand demons, and it took many years of hard work to accumulate it, but I was kicked over by that old Taoist, forcing me to flee here and start from scratch." Although Yunzhou is chaotic and Daomen is relaxed, which of the various large and small forces is easy to provoke...... After five or six years of kung fu hiding, sneaking around, accumulating so much blood, if you change it, will you try?"

Cheng Jun nodded and sighed: "It's so pitiful." ”

This sentence suffocated Mingsheng's old red face into a purple face, and said angrily: "**Looking for death!" The dust in his hand waved, and the white silk fell out, revealing a black banner hidden inside, followed by his right hand, a blood-red shadow flew out of the blood pool, hanging above his head, waving in the wind, it was a bright red flag.

Cheng Jun smiled faintly, and with a bang, the sword was unsheathed.

Chong He stretched out his hand at the same time, the sword flashed, and the long sword was in his hand - he actually knew that it was difficult for him to intervene in the fight between the two opposites, but at least he had an attitude to indicate which side he was on.

The old Taoist of Mingsheng stretched out the banner in his hand, and the originally sharp ghost cry became more and more harsh, high and low, which made people's ears numb. I saw a trace of black mist seeping from the ground, and for a while, black smoke billowed out, wrapping himself, and half of his body was hidden in the black smoke, as if it was integrated with the thick fog, and only his chest was still exposed. I saw that Lao Dao's figure in the black smoke was becoming more and more blurred, like a broken candle in the wind, although it would be blown away, only one face was as clear as before.

I saw that his face was hideous, and he said, "You, a doll in the Dao stage, dare to do something with me, do you know what kind of cultivation I have?"

Cheng Jun said: "You are just entering the Tao - as for what you cultivated before, do my, don't talk about you, this year I have fought twice." As he spoke, the sword flashed, and four silver lights flew out at the same time.

Before the silver light arrived, I saw the black smoke suddenly close, covering the figure of the old demon, leaving only a black shadow in front of him, and the sword light flew through the black smoke without stopping, rushing into the depths of the woods, not knowing the way out.

With a sound of the wave, the black smoke dissipated, and the place was empty, how could there be the shadow of the old devil.

Smoke!

Chong He whispered, Cheng Jun scolded in a hurry: "Escape your grandma, do you have this escape method?" stretched out his foot and stepped on the ground, countless sword lights pierced into the ground under his feet like raindrops, only to hear a few puff sounds, and countless hollows were pierced underground, as if a field had been ravaged by voles.

Those holes were originally empty, and after a moment's pause, there were several holes that slowly emitted black smoke, wisps of black smoke, coming out of the holes in the distance, but a few breaths, most of the holes had ventured out, and it seemed that there was a fire underground, and the more it went, the more vigorous it became.

When Chong He saw it, he knew that the old demon road was not fleeing into the air, but under the reflection of black smoke, this technical content was much worse than disappearing out of thin air, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to learn Cheng Jun to attack on the ground, but saw Cheng Jun turn his head, glared at him fiercely, and shouted: "Go up." ”

Chong He was stunned, and immediately understood what he meant, he didn't dare to disobey, and he really didn't dare to stay on the ground, his knees bent slightly, jumped upside down, pulled a few feet upside down, and landed on the top of a big tree next to him.

Cheng Jun didn't move, one foot stood in place, the other foot circled around himself, drew a big circle, his hand didn't stop, countless sword lights were like a storm, piercing into the ground, there were more and more hollows in the ground, and it was like a sieve eye in a short time.

The hole began with only black smoke, and as the sword light increased, there were also several white lights leaking out of the hole, which seemed to be a few starlights mixed in the night. This is the dark world underground, and the sparks above and below are engaged in fierce entanglement.

Either darkness swallows up light, or light conquers darkness.

Gradually, the starlight turned from dim to brilliant, and in the black smoke, a complete sword light could already be seen, and if it was imaginative, it could already leak out of the countless caves, and the situation underground could be seen, and it slowly reversed from one side to the other.

The sword light is like mercury pouring on the ground, pervasive, endless, as if there is no end.

This is Cheng Jun's strategy, to keep the enemy out of the country. Since this old demon Dao dared to occupy the dark place from the underground, Cheng Jun made him unable to emerge again.

Three hundred and sixty style Starlight Demon Sword.

The starlight illuminates the darkness, and the sword light punishes the evil demons, no matter how yin and demonic he is, he is invincible to the swing of the starlight sword.

Each sword symbolizes a star in the sky, and when a sword comes out, at least one hundred and eight swords follow closely behind, and the stars are brilliant, as if out of it.

This one hundred and eight swords is one!

And the Demon Sword has three hundred and sixty styles.

This situation is like a heaven made for the Demon Sword, Cheng Jun occupies a high position, condescending, attacking the dark with light, no need to consider the enemy, as long as he follows the long sword in his hand, a steady stream of release, release, release, evil and demons, so that the darkness under his feet is evolved and devoured by a steady stream of starlight!

As for the consumption of this, Cheng Jun is not afraid, he still has a trump card, and if he suffers some damage, he will never lack aura, not to mention, he just doesn't move the last hole card, and the old demon can't support him.

The black smoke is getting less and less, and the ghost cry has not weakened, but it is getting more and more poignant, not so much that the ghost cry is getting more and more urgent, but that the situation of the ghost head has gradually fallen to the point where he wants to cry wolf at home.

Boom-boom-boom-

The ground beneath his feet shook more and more, and it seemed that there was a wild beast trapped underground, slamming underground, trying to get out.

"Can't wait?" Cheng Jun looked down at this masterpiece, under the cover of countless white lights, he stood alone in the center, not even a shadow, and the light shuttled horizontally and vertically in a small space, fantastic and inexplicable.

As long as he wants, there is no problem in suppressing it for a while.

But......

Cheng Jun withdrew the sword light, and a white sword light swam on the blade like a living snake, and his eyes looked at the bulge on the ground - if he wants to come out, let him come out.

Rumble!

The last loud bang was ten times more powerful than all the sounds just now!

It was the sound of a crash! something, slamming into the surface.

The ground that had been pierced countless times by the blade of the sword was extremely fragile, and under such a fierce impact, it shattered into several pieces, and the gravel and earth powder were overwhelming, and the blood-red atmosphere was dyed again in a patch of earthy yellow. There was a crisp sound on the ground, the sound of the heavenly stones returning to the soil.

Along with the broken stones, there was a mass of things.

Now, it can only be described as a ball of blood - it is a ball of blood.

The ball of blood was wrapped in rags that could barely be called clothes, and a torn hat that looked like hair was covered on his head, and it fell to the ground, and countless brown-red blood followed his body to the ground, leaving a large pool of ugly and terrible stains.

It can only be said to be a stain, whether it is a benevolent person or a thief, as long as it is a person, the blood shed should be bright red, which is the blood given to mankind by God. But this thing, because the whole body has been entangled in black flocculents, and the red blood stains are entangled in the gray and black color, which looks extremely dirty.

Cheng Jun was only a few feet away from him, but he didn't make another move, the long sword was hanging, the sword was still swallowing on the blade, and the whole person was relaxed and comfortable, as if he was watching a comedy that was about to start.

When the ball of blood slowly stood upright from the state of struggle and returned to a barely recognizable human form, Cheng Jun greeted with a smile: "Hello, welcome home." ”

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