The moment the Zhuxian Sword broke, Song Xing, who was closest to it, could clearly see that the blood flowing from the beast god's body was swallowed up little by little from the crack in the sword body.

In the thin mark on the blade, the red light gradually turned from faint to thick, and at the same time, it was as strange as blood flowing through the blood vessels, and from that thin mark, the subtle blood began to spread, from both sides of the thin mark, to the two ends of the blade.

The quaint blade slowly faded into a blood-red color.

With the surge of these blood, the power in the beast god's body seemed to be flowing endlessly, and an extremely terrifying aura was released from the broken long sword, and the coercion made the people standing around it inexplicably feel a sense of horror rise in their hearts.

Song Xing felt that the sword he was holding in his palm was hot, as if he was aware of his emotional changes, and he kept trembling, as if he wanted to break free from Song Xing's control.

Next, the Zhuxian Ancient Sword slowly underwent its own transformation, the faint blood color, and finally dyed all the blades red, an originally simple ancient sword, which had become a strange and mysterious blood-red sword at this moment.

The sword light was faintly red, slowly circulating, almost like the eyes of a reborn demon, slowly waking up, looking at the things around him.

The long sword slowly raised, and a drop of scarlet blood floated out of the long sword, suspended in the air, and landed on the center of the beast god's eyebrows.

In an instant, the whole heaven and earth seemed to be quiet, only this drop of blood flashed in mid-air, flashing with bewitching blood, and even the eyes of the beast god were glowing with bloodthirsty coldness.

After the drop of blood melted into the center of the beast god's eyebrows, it shook all over its body, roared in the sky, and endless black qi filled the four fields.

A strange whistling sound sounded on the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, the red light became brighter and brighter, and the endless black qi on the beast god's body was all sucked into the sword body.

As the suction power on the body of the Zhuxian Sword became stronger and stronger, the breath on the beast god's body became weaker and weaker.

Seeing that the defeat was decided, the beast god laughed miserably, but let go of his resistance, and poured all the anger in his body towards the Zhuxian Sword.

"The stone sword made of the most ferocious and vicious anger in heaven and earth, coupled with my infinite anger, hahaha, I really want to see if you can subdue the most ferocious sword spirit in this world!!"

After speaking, his eyelids slowly closed, and his body collapsed, turning into flying ashes and scattering.

Filled in the void, the incomparably manic aura, the evil and cold aura, also disappeared.

Song Xing didn't pay much attention to the death of the beast god, in his eyes, the Zhuxian Ancient Sword exuded a blood-red light, faintly like a demon opening his blood basin and smiling fiercely, about to devour him.

Endless anger poured back from the Zhuxian Sword towards his body, and he finally understood why no one had been able to control the Zhuxian Sword for thousands of years since Aoba Zhenren.

The Qingyunmen people who have cultivated in the Taiqing Realm are afraid that the moment they come into contact with the Zhuxian Sword, they will be carried away by the terrifying aura that has been hidden in the sword body for thousands of years and lose their minds.

"Give me town!!"

Feeling the ferocity of the Zhuxian Sword, Song Xing snorted coldly, and the mana cultivated by the Taishang Sutra in his body operated, and then, the endless cool breath passed over, and he felt that the boiling aura in his body suddenly calmed down a lot, and his whole body became transparent.

A cloud of purple gold qi condensed in the sky, turning into a vague image of a god, and his eyes bloomed with purple gold divine radiance, stabbing straight into the sword of the Immortal.

The Zhuxian Sword roared softly, and the blood-red color on the surface gradually receded.

But the purple-gold phantom of the gods also dimmed, as if it might collapse at any time.

Song Xing's face showed a hint of surprise, he didn't expect that the 'town' character trick that he had spent decades of hard work to practice was just to temporarily seal the anger in the Zhuxian Sword, and it was far from enough to truly subdue the Zhuxian Sword.

But for now, it is enough to temporarily stop the rampant movement of the Zhuxian Sword.

Otherwise, Dao Xuan will not be able to control the Zhuxian Sword when he is seriously injured, and after getting all the anger of the beast god, if the Zhuxian Sword is out of control, I am afraid that this Qingyun Mountain Range will be completely destroyed today.

Song Xing's raised left hand bloomed with golden light, forming golden talismans in the air, falling towards the quiet Zhuxian Sword.

Although the Zhuxian Sword was still whispering softly, unwilling to surrender, when those charms fell on it, it was like a spring breeze blowing through a willow tree, silently, no matter how hard it struggled, it had no effect.

Soon, all the charms were printed on the Zhuxian Sword, and the light of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword was completely converged, and it changed back to its original appearance, and everything returned to its normal state.

A red qi, crystal clear, was sucked out by Song Xing from the sword marks of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, and merged into the countless talismans.

Then, after the transformation of the talisman, it turned into a pure heaven and earth aura and fed back into Song Xing's body, which actually made the mana consumed by his original control of the Zhuxian Sword replenish back a few points.

It's just that the aura in the Zhuxian Sword is really massive, and what the talisman has converted is just the tip of the iceberg, so it can only be suppressed for the time being, and it will be slowly refined in the future.

The red light on the Zhuxian Ancient Sword gradually changed from the dazzling red light at its peak to its primitive appearance, which also relieved the Qingyunmen people who had been paying attention to the battle situation.

In today's battle in Qingyun Mountain, the combat power of the beast demon was unexpectedly strong, bringing tragic casualties to the righteous path.

Even the first master of the righteous path, Dao Xuan Zhenren, was seriously injured in the hands of the beast god in his hand, if it weren't for the last moment when another Song Xing appeared in Qingyun Gate, I am afraid that today's righteous path will be wiped out in this Qingyun Mountain.

At the thought of this, everyone was immediately afraid.

Lang Lang Qiankun, blue sky and white sun, suddenly a huge thunder in the sky, booming, in the blink of an eye, but only to see the four directions of the wind and clouds rolling in, the sky and the earth quickly changed color, black clouds hung low, gathered in the Qingyun Mountain.

The dark and thick dark clouds are tumbling endlessly, the electric snakes are staggered, the wind is suddenly rising, and a downpour is about to fall on Qingyun Mountain.

"Apocalypse?" Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts beat violently, and I don't know why, but I actually feel a little ominous.

The wind was strong, the sand flew away, accompanied by the wind and rain, the thunder and lightning roared, the heaven and the earth roared, and the storm and rain were pouring down for a while.

In the pouring rain, the black clouds in the sky hung low, shrouding the green clouds, like the middle of the night, and the five fingers could not be seen.

Song Xing held the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, standing in the void, and the rain fell and he couldn't get close to him.

He looked at the Qingyun Mountain Range under his feet, and his heart moved slightly: "Once the thousand-year-old anger is vented, will it cause the vision of heaven and earth?" ”

Suddenly, there was a surge of black clouds in the sky, and a thick thunderbolt pierced the sky, and suddenly slashed down, slashing down towards Song Xing's head.

This thunderbolt was three zhang wide, like a dragon, carrying the power of destroying the world and falling to Qingyun Mountain.

The earth trembled, and the entire Qingyun Mountain Range seemed to be unable to withstand this huge power, cracks spread out one after another, and the entire Qingyun Mountain Range seemed to be blown in half.

(End of chapter)