Layers of mist filled the air, and a faint glow shone from the cracked sky cave, and under the refraction of the thin air, it cast a pale cyan color over the fog.

The corners of the Red Devil's mouth were bent, and a burst of joy appeared in his bloody eyes, revealing an evil smile into the depths of the mist, and the black qi on his body also became alive at this time.

The pale claws swept away the green mist in front of him, and the red devil turned into a black arrow and galloped towards the space under the hazy mist.

The black ink light broke through the fog, as if a large hole had been torn open in the clouds, and the scene of the world below was gradually taken into view.

Raised mounds of earth were scattered and staggered on the ground, and the navy blue stone tablets were loosely and slantedly inserted, and after a gust of wind mixed with a thick yin and evil smell, a few pieces fell from time to time.

A bluestone paved path in the center of the messy mound, and at the end sat a large stone throne, but at the moment, the seat was empty except for the cold stone slabs.

Slowly falling into the bluestone road, the Red Devil smiled contemptuously, and a breath of evil energy swayed from the black air, drifting towards the throne at the end with the cold air around him.

A piercing hum came from the mound, and countless swords seemed to be buried in the ground roaring fiercely, and endless desolation was emitted by the cold wind.

"Hmph! There are countless wronged sword souls buried underneath, but it's a pity that you are all some garbage. ”

Walking towards the throne, the Red Devil was not moved by the thousands of hissing at all, and the black qi that lingered on the surface of his body did not react in the slightest.

With each step, a substantial black circle erupted from the Red Devil's feet, carving out distinct footprints on the stone slab while repelling the blue mist on the surface.

As if sensing the terrifying aura of the Red Devil, there was a terrifying vibration from the dusty ancient throne, and an extremely fierce sword groan faintly emitted from the slightly cracked fine lines of the stone slab in the seat.

If the hum in the mound is a creep in front of the battle, then the groan in the deep seat at this moment is the king, the king of the sword.

Approaching the throne, the Red Devil smiled wickedly and whipped his claws at the bottom of the stone throne. Blood-red paw prints tore through the mist, and a huge black claw flew out of the black air, like a vicious beast pounced on the stone seat.

As the pressure of the devil's claws became stronger and stronger, the cracks on the throne gradually expanded, and the sword groans inside became more and more deafening. When the paw print broke through the stone seat, the demon claw behind him turned into a swift blade and instantly rushed into it, starting a deliberate destruction.

A thunderous roar came from the ground, and the stone slab in the seat finally couldn't withstand the force in the body under the spread of dense cracks, and a black crack broke out from the center.

The billowing black gas burst out with the sound of the explosion, stretching the crack open, and the ground seemed to accumulate a huge force that was about to rise, setting off a strong gale while cracking wildly.

The red devil's blood-like long hair flew in the wind, his blood-red eyes contracted in the wind, the corners of his bright mouth still hung with arcs, and the black qi on the surface of his body instantly changed into a joyful churning wave when it encountered the inky black in the crack of the stone seat.

In the blink of an eye, the ground could no longer suppress the inexplicable force, and with an earth-shattering roar, the majestic throne could no longer resist the erosion of the cracks, and suddenly exploded, and the stones that made up the body were blown into powder.

Dark red slurry poured out of the pitch-black cracks, meandering down the cyan stone steps, and the throne's position had been blasted into a deep pit about a foot in diameter, and with a large amount of red pulp pouring in, it turned into a pool of blood.

Red Devil Qin Tao stepped on the stone steps, the viscous red pulp overflowed his ankles and gradually flowed downward, and the center of the pit formed a groove in the tremor, and with the help of the gushing black gas, the red pulp was constantly pushed around.

Qin Tao excitedly walked to the groove, sniffed the delicious black gas vigorously, and then bent down and stretched out his right hand, grabbing it towards the depths of the groove.

Perhaps it was the object in the depths that sensed the terrifying demonic qi on Qin Tao's body, and there was a rumbling sound like horror from the ground, and the black qi gushing out scattered and escaped, but gave way to a wide road.

The right hand that drove straight into the long drive lifted a strong force, instantly dissipating the remaining black qi and completely revealing the groove.

The rumbling stopped, replaced by a terrifying sword groan, and the thousands of mounds of earth under the stone steps hummed in response. For a moment, the noisy sound of swords resounded through the dome, causing the entire space to tremble.

A bronze-stained hilt of a sword stained with mud and blood scabs thrust straight into the nest, trembling slightly and emitting a piercing groan.

The corner of the Red Devil's eyes bent, and he laughed, and then immediately held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and suddenly exerted force, threatening to pull out the deeply buried sword.

The thousands of sword sounds had stopped, not even a trace of wind existed in the space, and the whole world seemed to be still, waiting for the dusty sword king to be born.

The black-red light rushed out of the cracks in the groove as the sword body appeared, and a huge pressure descended on the wheezing moment, squeezing and destroying it wantonly on the thousands of mounds of earth.

In the face of such an impact on the sword body, the Red Devil only shook his shoulders slightly, the power of drawing the sword in his right hand did not decrease in the slightest, and the black qi on the surface of his body was even more excited, flying around it wantonly, looking like several black dragons from a distance.

Suddenly, a terrifying explosion sounded, and a fierce wind set off a violent wind that rolled up countless sand, gravel and rubble on the mound. Huge cyclones tore apart the air, black and red dyed by the light, and flew in a blur of twists.

On the ground, the red pulp that originally flowed out had become more turbulent, and the monstrous momentum was no less than that of the sea tide. The bluestone pavement was already filled with red slurry, like a conveyor belt carrying red liquid to each sword's grave.

The thunder rolled, and thousands of dark clouds seemed to be condensed in the air, smashing down electric curtains one after another. After a while, a huge force appeared at the end of the convergence of the currents, and a whirlpool like a sky opened in the dark clouds.

The tornado that pierced the heavens and the earth suddenly rushed out from the center of the whirlpool, ruthlessly destroying the cyclone in the air and the tens of thousands of sword tombs on the ground, shaking its head and tail like a swimming dragon.

The dark golden sword body gradually left the tomb, and a string of ancient words engraved on it exuded a dazzling bright gold, and the silk sword chant fluttered between the cracks, causing the blood pool to tremble wildly and set off cascading waves.

"What a strong demonic energy, let Uncle Ben see what kind of power you have!haha!"

The Red Devil laughed wildly, his right arm was obviously thicker, and then the devil's claw tightened the hilt of the sword, sending out a force like a Buddha moving mountains and suddenly pulling out the magic sword.

Crazy, endlessly crazy, the moment the magic sword appeared, the entire space suddenly boiled like boiling water. All the visions were doubled with the help of that demonic energy, especially the energy emitted by the magic sword was even more unbearable in the space, as if it was about to be burst.

At this time, the Red Devil flew into the air with the magic sword in his hand, and went straight to the whirlpool that tore through the sky.

The dark golden sword body emitted a billowing demonic aura, destroying all the cyclones and winds that stood in its way. Bright golden ancient words shimmered, wisps of gold rippled in the blur around them.

The tornado rushed towards Qin Tao inexorably, like a big black snake with a huge mouth open. The wind blew in his face, Qin Tao went upstream, his bloody eyes burst out with a ray of cold light, the muscles on his arms bulged, and he clenched the magic sword and slashed at the center of the wind.

A huge black-red horse rushed out from the blade of the sword, splitting the invisible hurricane in half. Qin Tao smiled slightly, and his figure flashed, like a sharp arrow piercing a tornado.

The black long snake fell, Qin Tao stepped on the void and soared, dragging the magic sword to draw a spark in the air, rushing towards the endless whirlpool.

At this moment, the mounds of earth on the ground cracked, and a pale gray sword soul rushed out of the tomb, rushing towards the black dot in the dome with a terrible humming sound.

Feeling the tens of thousands of sword souls behind him, Qin Tao's bloody lips opened, and he said to the magic sword: "What? Don't you want to go? Do you think your tens of thousands of minions can stop me? Joke!"

As soon as the words fell, the Red Devil suddenly turned around and swept out the Demon Sword in the face of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Souls that rushed forward. The black gas turned into solid, and a blood-red flame cut through the air like a crescent moon and slashed towards tens of thousands of sword souls.

The magic sword deserves to be the king of this realm, and the power of the black and red horse training made all the sword souls tremble, and some of the weak ones even panicked and wanted to retreat back.

With the sound of pieces of metal colliding, thousands of sword souls were beaten to pieces, and they were all buried in the air.

Qin Tao snorted coldly, a touch of disdain appeared in his eyes, and the black qi gathered and turned into a black line, rushing into the whirlpool in an instant.

The Great Force tore through the dark vortex, wringing anything that broke into pieces. The wind was howling, and Siye couldn't hear anything other than the sound of the wind, but a few thunderbolts that occasionally broke in by mistake were turned into afterimages by that tearing force and disappeared in the black wind.

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up, without the slightest tremor in the wind, and the dazzling golden light flickered beside it, mixed with some bright white words.

The Red Devil looked indifferently at the world below, like a god from above, looking down on all living beings.

The corners of his mouth curved into the most evil arc, and the Red Devil raised his magic sword and slashed the strongest match against the world below.

With the blood-red light in his eyes, the black-red Pi Lian carried infinite demonic energy to rush through the black wind, tear through the whirlpool, and send out a power that destroyed heaven and earth, rushing towards the world that was about to shatter.

No roar, no roar, only darkness, endless darkness. The moment the world was destroyed, only a white light appeared, like the dawn on the horizon in the dawn, but in an instant it melted into darkness.

The Red Devil looked at the pitch-black rift, there was no expression on his face, and his body turned into a cloud of black mist and flew towards the second floor of the cave.

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