Naturally, the cicadas also saw it.

When those Southern Chu witches who maintained the magic of witches and ghosts were in a trance because of the fourth-rate divine light in those heavenly firmaments.

But he just took the sword, glanced at the Styx Sky Dome with a somewhat diffuse meaning, and lowered his head again.

There was a sword light and left.

When the figure of the chilling cicada appeared in front of a Nanchu witch who had already let go of the witch trick, knelt down, and was pious and respectful, the man still didn't seem to notice it, and lowered his head.

Chilling Cicada showed no hesitation or pity, but calmly slashed the bare back of his neck under his robes, and then lifted the sword and slammed it away again.

People seem to have forgotten where they are, but only reverently face the celestial phenomena of the gods and ghosts, and kneel facing the east of the earth.

This made Han Cicada have a little conscious despicable thoughts in his heart.

But just as the love of gods and demons is clearly defined, meanness is also such a word.

The cicada suppressed the discomfort in his heart and shuttled through the river Styx.

The world of Styx is beginning to be missing some openings.

After all, these are not human spirit witches, and those Styx human beings are also from the convergence of many witchcraft.

When some Southern Chu witches died on their knees, it was naturally difficult to maintain such a Styx human world.

The cicada walked away with his sword, just about to cross the gap and return to the human world.

It was only at that moment that he suddenly realized something, turned around, and looked at those Nanchu Witches who were hiding in the world of the River Styx, and his face began to have some surprise.

When those divine lights from the River Styx, from the gods and ghosts, fell on the bodies of those Southern Chu Witches.

This prayerful ritual that has been waiting for thousands of years seems to have finally been answered.

Those Southern Chu witches were bathed in the power of gods and ghosts, and their momentum suddenly rose, and the intricate ornaments on their witch robes began to exude a pleated silver glow.

The world of Styx, which had already begun to disperse, was suddenly closed at this moment.

Yes, the magic of witchcraft comes from the power of the River Styx, from the god of worship.

Those gods and ghosts are their intermediaries to communicate the power of the River Styx.

When the power of gods and ghosts revived in the human world, the Witch Ghost Dao naturally began to glow with vitality that had been dormant for thousands of years.

So even though they knew that the cicada was carrying a sword and cutting off their heads, they still didn't raise their heads.

Just kneeling infinitely reverently.

The human world may not necessarily be loyal and devout to gods and ghosts.

But the witch and ghost are yes.

Just like Shu He who died downstairs in the windward.

That was the last Southern Chu Lingwu who still remained in the fake capital.

When he knelt at the feet of the goddess, he let Zhang Xiaoyu's sword slash through his neck.

The Southern Chu Witches who had created such a Styx human world stood up after saluting the gods and looked up at the Styx Sky Dome.

"The gods and demons have returned."

These were the incomparably calm and solemn words from the mouth of a certain leading Nan Chu Wu.

At the same time, in the whole world, an incomparably magnificent sound sounded.

"Return!"

Like the cries of countless Styx people, neat and vast.

The cicada's face turned a little pale in that moment.

It was the voice of the Styx, he was the cultivator of the Great Dao, and he would naturally be affected by a lot.

Keep your head up.

The vast river Styx, which hung above the sky, gradually appeared with countless figures, like thousands of returnees, kneeling and hugging on both sides of the river.

And in the midst of that.

It is an incomparably solemn and majestic figure.

That is, Donghuang Taiyi.

Therefore, can the prayers of the world really evoke such a phantom of a god and ghost?

The chilling cicada doesn't know.

But he didn't look at it again, and the moment he saw that figure, his soul was faintly trembling.

The entire Styx world began to be filled with the power of the Styx, and the heaven and earth vitality and sword intent around the chilling cicada began to disintegrate.

He knew that he could not continue to sit still like this, so he lowered his head and tore a piece of his clothes from a witch and ghost man who had gone with the flow in the Wu River at his feet—he did not tear his own big body, and a person who was going to ascend the throne as an emperor must always be decent.

The cicada used the garment to tie her sword to her hand.

Next.

That is, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

Even the people of the Human Sword Sect will never leave their swords when they are facing a life-and-death crisis.

Not to mention the sword cultivation of the Liuyun Sword Sect that walks the sword in his hand.

The cold cicada calmly raised its head, and on the one hand, he walked towards the Southern Chu Witches who were standing under the divine light, and on the other hand, he resisted the erosion of the power of the Styx, and the divine sea was especially closely protected.

After all, the story of the prime minister is a lesson from the past.

"For people like us who already live on earth." The cold cicada's eyes looked indifferently at those Southern Chu Witches under the divine light. "It's not a return."

"It's crossing the line."

In the Styx divine light, a sword light suddenly rose, like a meteor in the twilight, piercing the sky, approaching those Southern Chu Witches extremely quickly.

Of course, the world will always be the world of the world.

The cicada looked at Wan Fei and quickly retreated, like a line of divine light and twilight, thinking.

This is what Qiushui and Yaoji said at the beginning.

He hadn't heard of it though.

But as a human being, many ideas are naturally the same.

When he, as a killer who came to Huangliang, inexplicably accepted such a fate, it meant that he would think about something like this.

People in the world often use the word comet striking the moon to describe some sword styles.

This is indeed the case right now.

That streamer of light passed through the sky with great speed, crossed the Wu River, crossed the Styx, and fell towards those Southern Chu Witches who were hiding on the far edge.

Thousands of sword intents fell like fireworks.

It's just that this sword missed.

Media is back in the world.

The witches of those Southern Chu Witches are much faster.

Maybe it's quicksand, maybe it's crossing, maybe it's nocturnal.

When that sword fell there.

Those Southern Chu witches suddenly disappeared like frightened birds in the Flat Forest, and scattered all over the world of the River Styx again.

The Taiyi Phantom on the High Heaven Styx just stood on the Styx with great indifference and ruthlessness, using the power of the Styx and the power of gods and ghosts to bless those Southern Chu witches.

There was a Nan Chu Wu standing under the River Styx, who seemed to be smiling.

Laughing at the self-inadequacy of such a worldly person.

At that time, the cultivation world where Hangu Guan was still in place was still suppressed by the Witch Ghost Divine Sect, let alone such a sword cultivator.

He raised his hand to pinch the tricks, and when the gods and ghosts appeared, those obscure witchcraft became extremely smooth and natural.

It's like when the mind moves, there is a mighty force.

It was a wonderful experience.

He cultivated witches and ghosts, and he had never felt like this.

His expression also became hideous, and the anger that had been suppressed by the north for thousands of years, unwillingly, burst out at this moment, turning into a roar that fell to the world with the secret of overthrowing the nest.

"Beirong, who betrayed his god, come!"

Only in response to him was a sword light that was almost unimaginably fast.

The hideous look on that Nan Chu Wu's face froze in a line of blood that slipped down from the center of his eyebrows.

The cold cicada raised his hand to extinguish the green fire burning on his sleeve, his right hand was held flat in front of him, and the sword of the cold cicada in his hand was quietly inserted in the center of his eyebrows.

"I'm coming, and then what?"

On the face of the cicada, there was a torn wound, which was the wound caused by the Nest Covering Technique, which had the power of shattering and annihilation.

That Nan Chu Wu didn't say anything, but fell into the Wu River below with the sword intent that shattered everything after entering the body.

Sword light is naturally an extremely fast thing in the world.

Even the people of the Northern Dao were forced to reduce the length of the Dao Recipe.

No Southern Chu Witch should underestimate a sword cultivator like this.

What's more, this is still a great road repair.

Han Cicada withdrew the sword in his hand, raised his hand to wipe the witch blood on it, and turned his head to look at the Southern Chu witches scattered between heaven and earth.

"I'm really angry, guys."

The voice of the chilling cicada is soft.

His expression was not solemn, not frightened, just calm.

What does a sword cultivator look like when he is angry?

It's a fire.

The fire that is invisible to the world, burning in the sea of gods.

The chilling cicada ignited the sea of gods.

The cultivation of a great avenue, facing some great witches, needs to ignite the heaven and earth vitality in the divine sea, which is undoubtedly an extremely shameful thing.

But the current chilling cicada can only do this.

Because.

There are really too many of them.

Han Cicada didn't know how many of the three thousand Southern Chu Witches were in this Styx world.

What's more, the Southern Chu witches, who are bathed in the power of gods and ghosts and have the medium with the Styx, can indeed force him to ignite the Divine Sea.

Or perhaps, it's because of the Beirong name.

South Barbarian North Rong.

The world always has all kinds of insulting names for each other.

The cicada thought that a thousand years had passed since the Great Wind Calendar, and there should not have been such a thing.

But he heard those two words exactly, truly.

So when the word 'you're not really falling'.

The figure of the cicada had disappeared in place.

There was a crisp sword roar between the world and the world of Styx.

Then a muffled grunt sounded.

Before Nan Chuwu could complete the secret of reaching heaven in his hand, he was stabbed into the throat by a sword, and then suddenly he was swallowed by the sword fire.

The figure of the chilling cicada with the green fire ignited by high-speed friction on top of a white robe only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared in place again.

And Nan Chu Wu, who was not far from the comrade who had just died, became much smarter, maintaining the technique of the underworld with one hand, and quickly pinching the technique of Yue Xing with the other.

Only then did he avoid the sword in the blue fire that came in an instant.

Only then did they really hear the fall of the word "you".

When these Nan Chu Witches were in Daze, they had all seen the disciples of the Human Sword Sect ignite the Divine Sea, but even Chen Nu was not able to catch his figure, so they reacted quickly.

The art of trespassing unfolds with the art of night walking.

Like the galaxy scattered in the four fields, it echoes from afar.

It greatly stretched the distance traveled by the Chilling Cicada Sword Light.

Igniting the Divine Sea naturally comes at a price.

Just like the original ginger leaves, when everything is burned, it will be like a human being, and there will be no more strength to fight.

Chilling Cicada naturally understands this truth.

It was those sword lights that shuttled through the River Styx extremely quickly, ignoring the magic of those witches and ghosts, and directly exchanging injuries for lives.

There is a limit to the number of times you can use it.

No matter how far away they are, when those sword lights that leap between heaven and earth fall, there are still Southern Chu Wu falling into the River Styx.

It's just that over time.

Some of the Southern Chu witches who had been hiding in the shadows from beginning to end had finally completed the most troublesome soul conjuring technique in the world.

Those Nanchu witches who had already died and landed floating in the Wu River stood up again, looking indifferent and not afraid of death.

In the river Styx in the heavenly vault, there are constantly souls returning.

At the same time, the chilling cicadas in the high-speed passage suddenly heard some chanting.

Be.

The auspicious day is good, and Mu will enjoy the emperor.

The sacrificial speech of the Sacrifice of the One.

There was a faint sense of panic in the heart of the cicada, and he looked up at the souls on the river Styx, who were surrounded by the side of the Taiyi Phantom, bowing reverently and bowing to the riverbank. The sound of chanting is slowly converging.

Around the originally indifferent Taiyi phantom body, countless gods and ghosts began to emerge.

The cold cicada looked solemn.

Even though he had never seen such a scene before, he knew it in his heart.

The words of the gods are the most powerful witches and ghosts among the ancient Chu.

Once those chanting words are finished, what he will have to face will no longer be those Southern Chu Wu.

But.

The shadow of the One Universe summoned by the gods of the world.

It was an instant decision and didn't pay attention to the Southern Chu Witches scattered around.

In the sea of gods, the vitality of heaven and earth burned majestically, and the whole person held his sword and headed towards the Styx Sky Dome.

Even though the cicada has tried his best to be a decent person, the snow-colored body has already been covered with blood and green fire marks.

It burns especially violently at this moment.

This sword is incomparably mighty.

Thousands of sword intents all fell into one place, but they wanted to cut off the river Styx.

Countless souls kneeling on the banks of the River Styx suddenly raised their heads, and their ethereal countenances revealed extremely threatening anger.

"You dare!"

The chilling cicada naturally dares.

This sword cultivator from the north looked at the burning Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in his Divine Sea with great calm, thinking to himself, what would I not dare?

I am chilling, today I will be the first sword cultivator in the world to make a sword against the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

The sword fell into the River Styx above the heavenly vault.

Instantly shocked.

Countless souls were scattered away.

The chanting was also forcibly interrupted.

Countless sword intents, with the majestic power brought by the burning Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, instantly scattered up and down the River Styx.

Countless spirits are scattered.

The Sacrifice of the One was forced to end.

It's just that the price of this sword is obviously extremely heavy.

The realm of the chilling cicada fell extremely quickly in this sword, but it directly changed from a four-fold wave to a three-fold wave.

Under the triple stack, there is no double stack.

It's the trail.

It's just that although the realm has fallen, the momentum of the chilling cicada has obviously increased, and the realm of sword intent has improved quite rapidly.

At that moment, he crossed the realm of the Sword Cliff Blue Lotus and went straight to the cliff master.

A sword fell on the River Styx to destroy the soul, but it still did not stop.

Just as the chill thought.

This sword is going to fall to the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Even if it's just a phantom of a god who has been dead for an unknown amount of time.

It's just obvious.

This sword, no matter how strong it is, still can't fall to the side of that figure after all.

The moment the sword came.

Haoran's divine power spread out from above the Taiyi Illusory Shadow.

Han Cicada's sword intent and vitality were all disintegrated at that moment.

The whole person was also shot down to the world by the brilliance of those divine powers.

"Raise your robe and beat the drum. Soothing and soothing the festival, Chen Zhu advocated it. ”

At the moment when the cicada fell, he saw the Nanchu witches who were originally standing around the heaven and earth, chanting with great reverence.

So he understood.

The words of the ode are not just from the mouths of the souls of the Styx.

It also came from the mouths of those Southern Chu Wu.

It's just that in the chorus of thousands of souls, those voices are overshadowed by the past.

The Southern Chu witches bowed to the ground.

The chant continued in a tranquillity, resounding between heaven and earth.

"Cheng Lixi can drum, pass on the dance on behalf of the baxi, and the girl advocates the grace."

The divine power around the body of the Taiyi Phantom above the River Styx became more and more majestic, and it seemed that it had locked on the cicada that was falling towards the River Styx.

The sword of the cold cicada was still in his hand, he re-grasped the sword, the Dao Sea in the sea of gods burned again, and the waves of the three stacks were ignited by the vastness.

Thousands of sword intents recondensed.

Turning into a sword light, a sword fell towards the Southern Chu Witch among those ritual gods.

It's just that between heaven and earth, it seems to tremble.

The sword missed.

The world tilted, and in an instant, the River Styx was finally truly completed and began to return to normalcy in the midst of a long delay.

The cold cicada was unwilling to hold the sword and go again, but those souls who were led back to the world by the soul conjuring technique were stopped by their bodies, and the twilight snow in the mountains covered the nest to the sky, and they all fell to the cold cicadas at this moment.

At this moment, the chilling cicada, in the magic of witches and ghosts blessed by divine light, is far away from those Southern Chu witches as never before.

After facing the divine power, the cicada, which was already a bit doomed, was shot down again and fell towards the River Styx.

It is the sword that is tied tightly in the hand, and it is all out of the hand.

In the second fall, the cicada raised its eyes to look at the divine powers that had begun to gather, and it was probably a little regretful.

There was also some relief.

In any case, at least he had a sword in style.

I've also had a lot of fun.

The sword may not have fallen on that figure, and the wine in the world may not have really been drunk.

I just tried it after all.

It was as if it was coming to an end.

However, at that moment, all the chanting came to an abrupt end.

Stopped at the end of the word 'Chunlan Xi Autumn Chrysanthemum, Endless Eternity'.

It's as if everything has been interrupted abruptly.

Some hope reappeared in the heart of the chilling cicada.

The figure that was originally like a fallen leaf turned into a swimming fish again, and he didn't go to see what was happening.

When everything starts to go wrong, every moment is incomparably precious.

The cicada regained its grip on the sword that had not yet had time to fall, igniting the last stream of vitality in the sea of gods.

The sword intent fell towards the world, and the long sword broke through the air.

At the same time, a sword fell on this world.

An incomparably familiar boy appeared in the river Styx, his expression full of tiredness and witch blood.

The sword in his hand slashed at those witches and ghosts, and the sword did not leave his hand, but broke through the darkness with a sword.

It's a sword trick to death.

It's Qi Jingyuan.

The sword intent and sword momentum fell together.

It is not only the cold cicadas that have run out of oil and the lamp that has dried up, but also those Southern Chu witches who have bathed in the divine light and forcibly urged them to surpass their own abilities again and again.

The words of the soul stopped at the final word.

The divine power of the shadow of Taiyi still did not fall after all.

I don't know how many times Qi Jingyuan, who has been unsheathed, looked tired and bleak, stood there with his sword on his hand, looked at the same embarrassed cold cicada, and said softly: "I got you involved in this story." ”

"Nature won't let you die here."

The chill smiled tiredly.

"And rightfully so."