King Easton looked shocked, just because the spear in Tang San's hand was too high-grade!

It doesn't feel real!

Rumble~!

Above the Nine Heavens, Zijun spread his legs wide, supported his cheek with his right hand, and leaned on the Creation Throne.

Extend your left hand and bring your index and middle fingers together and hook your fingers.

The golden sword inserted into the ground trembled slightly!

The golden sword, flying backwards! It's as fast as teleporting!

Airplanes~!

The sharp blade seemed to be able to cut through the space, and a sword roar echoed in the air.

"It's not easy to live, you have to die, what? Have you had enough days of reuniting your wife and children? ”

On the throne, Zijun looked down at Tang San, and his lazy tone didn't seem to take Tang San seriously.

Old friends get together, and the atmosphere is solemn! Raising the spear in his hand and pointing at Zijun, Tang San sneered.

"I haven't seen you for 10,000 years, and you're really still so tired, this battle! Divide life and death and settle grievances! After this war, you and I have two grievances! How is it! ”

The wind was shining, the world was silent, the two looked at each other for a long time, and Zijun smiled.

"The leader of the evil soul master also has a human side, it's really ironic, so it's okay! Fulfill you! ”

Whisk! Whisk! Xuan~!

The Sword of Creation, suspended on the right side of the throne, flashed with a burst of golden light!

Nine Heavens Above! Tens of thousands of creation swords pierce the clouds! Slowly descending into the world!

Looking up, those 10,000 creation swords are like true immortal means!

Every sword of creation carries the power of destroying the world! Ready to go!

After returning from the Immortal Cultivation Realm and absorbing the first Godhead, the level of the Creation Sword also increased!

Vaguely, there is a hint of imperial power!

Looking at this rain of swords, Tang San felt desperate.

The gap between the two is still drawing a chasm after 10,000 years!

Excalibur out! Win or lose!

"What that man said is true, you are really not a mortal in this world, you have no regrets in this life, and you will ...... in the next life So do I! Come! War! ”

With a roar of rage, Tang San released the blood-red aura in his body with all his might!

A 10,000-meter-high phantom stood between heaven and earth, with red-haired scarlet eyes! Evil spirits!

At this moment, he is like a supreme demon venerable! Holding a spear and not flinching!

Get up and grab the Sword of Creation and ascend! Came to Tang San in the blink of an eye!

A large spear collides with a sword! The flickering fireworks are as bright as the stars!

Clang~!

Tang San, who was suspended in the center of the illusory shadow, gritted his teeth and resisted Zijun's attack to the death.

Boom~Boom~!

The huge force pushed the phantom back again and again!

On the ground, two huge deep pits stretch for thousands of meters.

Along the way, one high-rise building after another was destroyed, and the ruins were everywhere and the sky was full of dust!

The entire Dark Luo Palace was completely reduced to ruins!

Woohoo!

Tens of thousands of Creation Swords hovering high in the sky fell on the Faxiang like a storm!

Puff~!

The sword of creation pierced the bloody phantom, and the sound of the sword piercing into flesh echoed through the heavens and the earth.

Facing the Purple Monarch who has the Origin Law of Strength, even if it is as strong as the Immortal Emperor's body.

I have to bow down!

After all...... The law of the origin of power, but in the period of the flood and famine, the power of Pangu to open the sky depended on!

In the entire heavens and worlds, there are only a handful of people who can obtain this Fa!

A shock to the arm! The huge force shook Tang San hundreds of meters away!

With a look of surprise, Zijun stared at Tang San suspiciously.

The first time he fought head-to-head, he clearly felt that there was a godhead aura in Tang San's body!

Although the aura was faint, to him, this aura was as familiar as his own flesh and blood!

- Holy! What is the way of the mysterious man?

Although it was only the size of a thumb, that breath was definitely the creation godhead.

[But this Godhead is not complete, but a fragment. 】

Affirmed by the system, Zijun had mixed feelings in his heart.

The godhead in Tang San's body was still in an active state.

If he is familiar with and used for tens of thousands of years, I am afraid that it will only be a matter of time before he transcends the mortal world and achieves the supreme immortal emperor.

Thinking of this, Zijun wanted to meet the mysterious man more and more.

"If you can bear this trick, the master will let you live, and you won't be able to bear it...... I can only return to Jiuquan! ”

Holding the sword at his side, Zijun raised his left hand, raised his sword fingers, and read.

"Creation! Reincarnation ferry! ”

Rumble~!

Above the clouds! A huge golden sword fell quickly!

From the side, it seems to pass by Zijun!

Standing beside the golden giant sword, Zijun was the size of an ant!

Dragging the broken Faxiang, Tang San leaned over in pain, clutching his chest.

Raising his head and looking, the golden giant sword in the sky was like a meteorite falling!

The diameter flew towards him!

"Nightmare Array! Blood sacrifice rivers and mountains! Tang San looked up to the sky and shouted angrily!

Suddenly, the entire continent, in the four corners of the south, east, west, and north, rose eight pillars of light with churning blood and qi!

Soar into the sky!

Hearing the name of the magic circle in Tang San's mouth, Zi Jun's face showed a hint of admiration.

"Eight gates are arranged, Wu is already the eye, the Netherworld Blood Sea Array is the cover, the demon is the reality, and the eye of the array is in the ......!"

After thinking for a moment, Zijun's eyes were shocked! looked at Tang San, who had fallen into madness.

- Holy! With himself as the eye, if the master guesses well,

The formation energy should be that godhead.

Gee! Interesting.......

In the sky above the Dark Luo Palace, Tang San's entire person was shrouded in a blood-colored pillar of light!

Seeing Tang San's rising breath, the corners of Zijun's mouth rose, and his arms naturally drooped.

Holding the long sword in his right hand, he chuckled with his hands behind his back.

"Kill ......"

I saw the Origin Law of Space emerge around the golden long sword!

It's so fast that it's hard to see with the naked eye!

Poof~!

The golden giant sword pierces the mouth of the law!

Before the formation was formed, on the heart of Tang San's body, a blood hole was clearly visible!

With Tang San seriously injured, the powerful magic circle was interrupted!

Tang San looked at Zijun with a shocked expression, and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out.

"You...... Humble ......" With a look of unwillingness, Tang San's body quickly fell into the ruins.

Boom~!

The 10,000-meter-tall blood-colored law phase disappeared into the heavens and the earth, the Dark Luo Sect Master! Tang San has fallen!

"I'm sorry, you've been holding back this big move for too long, I can't wait, sir, rest in peace......."

Retracting his supernatural powers, Zijun stood in the air with his hands in his hands.

Looking up, the afterglow of the setting sun has already sprinkled the earth.

The desolate autumn wind blew Zijun's silver-white hair.

The former opponent, the soul returns to Jiuquan, looking back on the world, there is no rival on the continent .......

The five fingers opened, sucking the Creation Godhead in Tang San's body into his hand.

Looking at the bloodstained godhead, Zijun felt no joy in his heart.

"Who the hell is controlling all this?" Put away the godhead, Zijun muttered to himself.

The experience along the way made the feeling of uneasiness in his heart clearer and clearer.

"Congratulations to the Lord for slaying the demons!" King Easton flew behind the Purple Monarch and congratulated him.

Turning to look at the three instrument spirits, Zijun asked as he retracted the Creation Throne.

"Although the Throne of Creation is one with the three of you, the master has a way to break away from it, which can set you free, I don't know if you can ......!"

Before Zijun's words fell, the three instrument spirits knelt in the air and replied in unison.

"I wish to follow the Lord forever!"

(End of chapter)