"Walking three times on the Huangquan Road, Yama doesn't ask about the past life."

The voice of Huang Quan's incarnation sounded in the void again.

Crossing the Yellow Springs on the Huangquan Road, on the way to cross, a little careless, will be completely lost, lost people are the most likely to be affected by the evil spirit of the Huangquan River, fall into the endless abyss.

At the worst, he will be delirious and go crazy, and at worst, he will directly scatter his soul, disappear, and die.

At this moment, the entire Huangquan River is boiling, and the river is tumbling like a tide, surging, and it seems that it may erupt at any time. And that kind of boiling is not just as simple as it seems on the surface, but also condenses a black evil aura that is so thick that people feel suffocated on the surface of the river.

One crazy roar after another came from the river, which belonged to the will of Huangquan.

"The resentment is so strong, the anger is so strong, it is ten times stronger than before. These evil spirits are worthy of being born in the River Styx. ”

Standing on the bank of the Huangquan River, Song Xing's eyes rolled and he was already looking at the Huangquan River.

In his gaze, he could see countless bones of Bai Sensen floating and sinking in the water.

The resentment emanating from those corpses was enough to form an earth-shattering storm.

Each one contains terrifying power.

"Good fellow, it turned out to be the formation of a hundred ghosts walking at night, the rivers of the Huangquan River are unpredictable, but they are not eternal. As long as there is resentment, there will be all kinds of changes, and every time there will be a change of position and direction. Every year, there are different changes, maybe this year's position is not the current position, but every time, it changes. The use of this kind of formation is almost impossible to crack. ”

As Song Xing spoke, an extra ancient sword appeared in his hand.

On the scabbard are engraved two big characters - Zhu Xian!!

"Hmph, if you want to lift the seal of the immortals, you need endless ghosts as sacrifices, and countless evil ghosts are bred in the Huangquan River, which is suitable for sacrificing swords."

Song Xing stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and he could see that on the Zhuxian Sword, there were talismans and seals intertwined, exuding a mysterious aura.

Immediately, a crisp sword sound echoed in the void, and above his head, a sword diagram of the Immortal appeared. This is a peculiar picture scroll, on which the heavens and stars, the sun and the moon, the mountains and rivers, and even the oceans and rivers are painted. Every single one of them comes to life. It's like a real thing.

In the Zhuxian Sword, there seems to be a vast kingdom hidden, and the people in it live and work in peace and contentment, and live a prosperous life. There is a pure land, that is, the fairy world.

A majestic attraction naturally swept towards the entire Huangquan River.

Those evil spirits floating in the Huangquan River were attracted one after another and fell into the sword.

An evil spirit was devoured into the Zhuxian Sword and turned into nourishment. The mysterious talisman on the sword's body flickered endlessly, and it seemed to become more and more miraculous. On the body of the sword, there seemed to be a faint trace of blood-colored texture emerging.

The sword of Zhuxian contains a monstrous killing, and the word Zhuxian itself represents killing and destruction. This killing weapon is a real peerless weapon, and it is a world-shattering weapon that can kill immortals and Buddhas. Even a trace of blood contains infinite lethality. Once any monk is contaminated, he will definitely be crushed in an instant.

An iron chain poked out of the Huangquan River and wound towards Song Xing.

The chains are covered with sharp barbs, and once entangled, even the body of an iron body will definitely be cut into pieces.

Song Xing reacted very quickly, and the Zhuxian Sword in his hand slashed unceremoniously, and suddenly, he saw that the iron chain broke and fell to the ground.

Immediately after, in the Yellow Spring River, a huge and matchless pitch-black dragon claw tore through the Yellow Spring River and slammed towards Song Xing. In the dragon's claws, a strong aura of death and decay emanated, and even the void seemed to be corroded everywhere it passed.

Song Xing waved the long sword in his hand and struck at the dragon claw.

This is a huge dragon thousands of feet long, mixed with a body covered with pitch-black scale armor, a huge head, thick limbs, claws glowing with a cold cold light, behind it, but also spread its huge wings, a breath and a breath, all spit out a cloud of black poisonous mist, those poisonous mist, between the collision, actually made a sizzling sound, as if it can corrode and penetrate the steel.

"Jiaolong? The monsters in the Yellow Spring River. ”

Song Xing's eyes narrowed. I was secretly awe-inspiring in my heart.

The aura emanating from this dragon was extremely terrifying, it was a breath that had reached the level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and it could be called powerful.

Without waiting for Song Xing to take a closer look, he saw that the dragon's tail swept violently on Song Xing's chest, and the terrifying power shook his body, and he couldn't help but take half a step back.

Jiaolong and other dragon demon beasts are already known for their strength, and the attack of this Jiaolong is even more domineering and ferocious.

"Good guy, it's amazing."

Song Xing's eyes showed admiration: "No wonder someone once said that the Jiaolong clan is born with divine power, but it is a natural fighting race, and among the dragon clan, it can be regarded as a strong race." Although it is not ranked high among the dragon clan, once it enters the realm of metamorphosis, it is qualified to compete for the position of the dragon son, and it is not necessarily weak. ”

As he spoke, the dragon suddenly roared and rushed over again.

Every move carries a kind of brutal domineering atmosphere.

"However, after all, you are just a dragon, how can I be afraid of a beast. How can my monks be afraid? Song Xing's heart was full of fighting spirit, and he held the Zhuxian Sword in his hand and directly slaughtered him.

The Zhuxian Sword in his hand slashed towards Jiaolong's body, and in an instant, a fierce sword light burst out, sharp to the extreme, and on the blade, there were wisps of mysterious tracks.

In the sword light, a little red light suddenly appeared.

The dragon's body trembled, and a hideous scar appeared on its neck, and blood burst out.

The dragon's head fell straight down.

At the place where his neck is broken, it can still be seen, a touch of red, which is extremely eye-catching.

Jiaolong is dead!!

Song Xing didn't stop, his body jumped, and he directly swung the Zhuxian Sword, and on the body of the sword, it transmitted violent fluctuations. The blade trembled slightly.

Thunder came out of thin air. Silver snakes flickered and jumped in the lightning, and thunder and lightning fell densely around the Zhuxian Sword and gathered on the sword, making the sword light around the Zhuxian Sword more and more brilliant.

The sword domain in the Zhuxian Sword is also increasing, and the sword qi is getting stronger and stronger.

In an instant, the Zhuxian Sword broke the waves and moved forward. Along the way, no matter what obstacles were encountered, they were easily broken. No matter what you encounter, you can't resist the edge of the Zhuxian Sword, and you can pierce it with one sword. Chop.

In the Huangquan River, lotus flowers are floating, lotus flowers are swaying, blooming with strange divine light, and mysterious incantations are constantly sounding. But all of this was annihilated in an instant.

A demon god phantom appeared, but it didn't get close to the Zhuxian Sword, it was crushed by a burst of sword qi, crushed into slag, and completely disappeared.

A lotus platform suddenly appeared in the yellow spring, only to see that on the lotus platform, a white flame actually emerged. As the white flame appeared, the temperature on the lotus platform rose rapidly and became hot.

In the white flames, a green lotus can be seen.

The aura emanating from the green lotus is full of vitality. There seems to be some kind of strong explosive force brewing. That flame is a kindling, burning. (End of chapter)