"Whew!" Just when Song Xing was frightened, there was a sad howling sound in the sky, and he saw that on the surface of the true yang, a phantom figure with a skull appeared.

This is the soul of the dead!

The skulls are all grim and monstrous.

This Huangquan Road seems to have its own consciousness.

Suddenly, a piercing sound rang out.

I saw that within the true yang, a pitch-black blade emerged.

It was a hundred-foot-long dark blade, swirling with black mist, emitting a monstrous evil aura.

This giant blade slashed down at Song Xing's head.

Song Xing suddenly felt his scalp tingling, goosebumps popping up all over his body, and his sweat hair stood upside down.

At this moment, a cyan sword shot out from behind Song Xing.

Song Xing's body was surrounded by a faint cyan halo, as if it was an immortal descending into the world.

With a sword slash, the dark dark giant blade shattered directly.

Poof!

With a soft sound, the mouth of true yang exploded, countless black qi filled the air, and behind the broken Huangquan Road, a path to the unknown world was revealed, leading to the end of the boundless void.

It was an ancient and magnificent altar, made entirely of dark iron, with intricate runes painted on it.

Those runes shone with dazzling brilliance, and seemed to contain the laws of the Great Dao.

In the center of the altar, there was a dim longsword phantom, suppressed by countless laws.

As if sensing Song Xing's peeping, the entire altar shook.

Immediately, all the runes on the altar bloomed with dazzling divine light, and the sword shadow was more like a living thing, struggling violently.

Click, click!

As the sword shadow struggled, the entire altar began to crack, and an extremely terrifying aura rose into the sky.

At the same time, the void around the altar trembled.

Streams of black gas poured out like a tide, condensed and formed in the void, and frantically surged towards the altar that was about to collapse.

The altar, which was originally precarious, was replenished by the black qi, and instantly re-solidified, and emitted a monstrous aura to begin to suppress the long sword phantom.

Thundered!

Two completely different forces collided together, erupting into terrifying ripples of energy.

"What's going on? Then why did the altar suppress the sword intent of the Immortals? Who set up this Huangquan Road? Looking at the changes in the altar, Song Xing's face showed doubts.

The altar was clearly built by a strong man, but it had an eerie feel.

That is, it seems to be just a tool, only obeying the orders of the master, without its own ideas, and even without the intellect of the mind, it only knows how to carry out orders.

"This should be the means left by the people who designed the seal of the Immortal Sword back then, they may still be alive, not only the people of this world, but also the people of other worlds, and they may also be watching here somewhere."

Song Xing muttered to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, all of a sudden, the surrounding void rippled again, and I saw that in the depths of the infinite void, patches of vast and boundless clouds suddenly rolled up, forming a whirlpool.

In the whirlpool, thunder tore through the void, and it could be vaguely seen that in the clouds, there seemed to be pairs of blood-red eyes, cold and fierce, staring at the ancient altar.

Airplanes~

Finally, at this time, the altar shook suddenly, and a trace of blood seeped out on the hundred-foot-long Zhuxian sword shadow.

"It's such a terrifying Immortal Sword Intent, even if it has been lost for so long, it still makes people feel suffocated." The corners of Song Xing's mouth twitched a few times, and his face was as pale as paper.

Zhu Immortal's sword intent is too strong.

If it weren't for the strangeness of this altar, I'm afraid it would have been gone long ago.

Thundered!

Suddenly, there was a loud roar, and the altar shook suddenly.

"Not good! This is Huangquan Road to be destroyed! Song Xing's pupils contracted suddenly.

Sure enough, I saw that the runes on the altar were getting hotter and hotter, and the phantom of the long sword began to gradually dim, and finally disappeared completely.

And with the moment the long sword phantom shattered, wisps of terrifying sword qi swept through the Eight Desolations and swept towards that void.

"Ah......h

A scream came, and the blood-red eyes in those clouds were instantly shattered by strangulation, turning into a cloud of blood mist and floating in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Huangquan Road began to collapse and fall apart.

The infinite black qi spread, and even more powerful power fell from the void, directly suppressing the collapsed Huangquan Road, and even the Zhuxian Sword Qi that was about to dissipate did not have a strong force to pull out of the void again.

The sky collapsed, the sun and the moon sank, and chaotic forces raged in the void.

Cracks were all over the void, and the entire Huangquan Road had collapsed in half, but the altar became clearer and clearer, suppressing the Zhuxian Sword Intent on the altar, unable to escape and move.

And Huangquan Road is also being restored little by little.

Obviously, this kind of situation has happened countless times over the years, and no matter how the sword intent of Zhu Immortal is tossed, it will not be able to escape the suppression of this altar and Huangquan Road.

"Huh? In the depths of the void beneath this altar, there seems to be something else. Song Xing's eyes lit up, and he suddenly found that there were tombstones in those collapsed voids.

Those tombstones are all polished with special materials, which are very hard and exude an icy atmosphere.

The tombstones are full of names, both men and women, and each tombstone bears a trace of vicissitudes and ancient traces.

And when Huangquan Road was about to be completely restored and perfected, when Song Xing looked at the Zhuxian Sword Intent that had become dim again, he seemed to be able to feel its unyielding will and the anger and battle intent that had been suppressed for countless years.

Song Xing suddenly stretched out his right hand, and his fingertips shot out golden rays of light, shrouding towards those tombstones.

The tombstones seemed to have been summoned, and they all floated around the altar, forming an esoteric array.

Obscure incantations rang out from these tombstones.

These spells were so wonderful that they made the sword shadow on the altar begin to become more and more condensed.

And that altar seemed to be enraged by Song Xing's behavior, and once again gushed out endless black qi, turning into a hideous demon, and pounced on Song Xing overwhelmingly.

Song Xing snorted coldly, smashed out a punch, shattering all the ghosts that pounced on him, and his steps stepped into the altar.

"Give me a crackdown." Song Xing let out a low snort, slapped out a palm, and a brilliant golden light burst out, slamming into the altar.

Hearing a muffled sound, an earth-shattering sword roar suddenly resounded through the nine heavens, and a circle of sound waves visible to the naked eye spread, causing the altar to shake violently.

The inscription on that altar also began to change, releasing wisps of terrifying power, suppressing the Zhuxian Sword Intent and preventing it from resisting.

And Song Xing had already stepped out, appeared above the altar, and summoned his own immortal sword intent in his divine thoughts, suspended above the Huangquan Road in a void, and slashed out with a sword! (End of chapter)