The blood mist is vast, and the horror is unbearable.

Spread throughout Xishu, the smell of blood is depressing.

And under the remnant peak, Yang Ning stood in front of a blood-colored space at this moment, and hesitated for a long time.

Yang Ning even seemed to feel that the scene in front of him was very familiar. It seems that he has already been here, and not only that, but the bloody scene is like yesterday dusk, full of ancient and vicissitudes of life.

Half a year ago, on the hiking road, the scene I saw was not the space in front of me?

And Yang Ning even felt that in order to detoxify the drug a month ago, the blood-colored lake he entered was not where he was at the moment.

Now that I think about it, the so-called secret realm should have been caused by the sword in front of me.

"Is this the Killing Sword?" Yang Ning muttered to himself, staring at the blood-colored long sword in front of him.

The sword body floated in the air, and the sound of sword groans echoed in the blood-colored space, exuding a faint majesty.

"Kill!"

The breath of antiquity, killing and consolation.

One person and one sword, as if they were looking at each other, the sword did not move, and Yang Ning also chose to stop.

Yang Ning's aura at this moment was more than twice as strong as when he first entered the Sword Shrine, especially after being tempered by sword intent, the aura of his whole body had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Reaching the sword path realm of the great grandmaster's sword intent, there is already a faint meaning of respecting the master at this moment.

However, Yang Ning did not force it, the realm of respecting the teacher is not easy to achieve, especially his realm at the moment, which is still at the peak of the mountain viewing realm.

One person and one sword, staring at it for a long time, finally after nearly half an hour, the blood-colored sword body seemed to float forward a little impatiently, and the entire space, because of its slight movement, the blood-colored phantom flowed, as if there was flowing blood everywhere.

Yang Ning instantly felt that there was a faint force in his blood, pulling him.

Yang Ning couldn't help but raise his hand.

As if unconscious, just as Yang Ning's right hand was about to press on the hilt of the sword, it suddenly stopped.

Because Yang Ning saw an illusion, it was about what he had been on the mountaineering road and had not seen below.

A flash of sword light seemed to sweep across the heavens, and the souls of the dead under the sword, like layers of air waves, exploded the whole world.

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

In Yang Ning's mind, screams echoed. A touch of sword light is simply a ruthless harvester, one, two...... Millions of lives, as if they were worthless, were all under the edge of the sword, turning into a sky full of blood mist.

The blood flowed endlessly, gradually creating a lake of blood, and finally in the change of sword light, a sword body soaked in divine radiance threw itself into the lake of blood.

The sea of blood rolls and boils at the same time.

The sword entered the sea of blood, and it seemed to be lawless.

And where you can see the depth of the sea of blood, you can see that the sea of blood is disappearing rapidly.

And in the sky above the blood lake, the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, making people palpitate, and the pores are all shrinking unconsciously.

In Yang Ning's eyes, he almost couldn't believe that a sword, because of the blood that washed tens of millions of lives, and finally because of the blood of his life, became a real blood sword.

"Killing Sword? Is that how it came to be? ”

Yang Ning felt that his throat was unusually dry.

Even if Yang Ning has the memory of two lives, and even stood at the top of the continent in his previous life, he can't help but be moved.

If you hold such a heavy sword in your hand, will you become bloodthirsty because of it?

Therefore, Yang Ning's hand stopped.

Yang Ning hesitated, although he was eager for revenge, extremely longing, but Yang Ning didn't want to go against his original intention, such a sword, if he held it in his hand, would he be more bloody than it?

Just when Yang Ning was hesitating, he suddenly saw a scene that made Yang Ning unbelievable.

As the Blood Sword continued to absorb the blood of the Blood Sea, it seemed to break some kind of ancient taboo.

A blood-colored road opened with a bang, with no end in sight.

And on the blood-colored road, you can feel that countless geniuses and countless strong people are fighting.

An incredible scene.

A road has made countless people throw their heads and spill their blood, and some people even do everything to their relatives and friends in order to get on this road.

"Kill the sword out, kill the road!"

"Is this the road the way?" It was in it that Yang Ning seemed to see some kind of mysterious power.

It's desperate, but it's exciting.

"Lingshan Realm?"

Yang Ning couldn't believe it, because the surging power in it was the real peak power that countless people were crazy about.

"Is this true?" Yang Ning was moved.

Unconsciously, the hand got closer to the blood sword.

"Lingshan Realm." I have to say that Yang Ning was moved, because the peak power of the Lingshan Realm was something that cultivators could not refuse, even if Yang Ning had the memory of two lifetimes, he could not refuse.

Cultivation is to go against the sky, and fight with the way of heaven, although it is ethereal, but countless strong people are willing to throw their heads for it.

Otherwise, there would not have been the scene where Yang Ning went to the meeting alone, going up to the Two Realms Mountain alone, facing the Seven Sons of Heavenly Dao.

Although Yang Ning did not see through the original conspiracy, the biggest reason for it was not because of Yang Ning's desire for power.

Lingshan Realm, a legend is the realm of immortals, can live with the sky, such a temptation, no one can resist.

At this moment, Yang Ning actually felt this kind of power again, how could Yang Ning not be moved.

"Is it really related to the Lingshan Realm?"

Yang Ning's hand touched the hilt of the sword.

The start was very gentle, and the picture that Yang Ning imagined did not appear.

But in the depths of Yang Ning's eyes, there was a tiny sword light.

The sword was in hand, and just when Yang Ning was suspicious, a feeling of whirlwind suddenly surged into Yang Ning's heart.

Yang Ning's body, as if it had no bones, softened.

After that, Yang Ning lost his instincts.

And thousands of miles away, four figures, with blood stains, galloped all the way, because their backs were to the west, and they didn't feel the changes in the sky, but when the person in charge inadvertently looked back, they saw the blood-colored sword light that went straight into the sky.

"It really exists......"

The Great Heavenly King wanted to die, the eight brothers made a move, and the four of them did not return, and they didn't even see the face of the legendary sword, and the Great Heavenly King's heart was dripping blood.

But at this moment, as the head of the Eight Heavenly Kings, he was powerless.

"Big brother......" The eighth seemed to feel the change in the mood of the Great Heavenly King.

"Go back quickly, the enemy's reinforcements have arrived, and we have done our best......"

The Great Heavenly King stared at the western sky, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

"But......" The old man stopped talking, followed the footsteps of the Great Heavenly King, turned his back to the sunset to the east, and shuttled away.

"Kill the sword out, kill the road."

"The great world is coming, I'm afraid I have to go back and prepare early......" Lao Dao got rid of the people chasing behind him, and stood on a small hill, staring at the western sky, the old god chattered.

"Master, what are you muttering?"

"Huh? Oh! ”

"It's fine." The old Taoist's face changed instantly, like turning a book.

"Stinky boy, did you call me a stinky old man just now?" The old Taoist priest seemed to recall the scene just now, and finally turned over the old accounts.

And not far behind Lao Dao, on his back, there is a flag with four words in big letters: Clever calculation, and with the embarrassed appearance of the two at the moment, how funny and funny it is.

"Master, is there one?" The young man had lifted his feet slightly, ready to run.

"Didn't you?"

"Definitely not, Master, your old man must have misheard......"

"It's definitely the gang of bastards who shouted just now, definitely not me." The young man landed gently, and at the same time, in his body, his spiritual power was already ready to go, as long as there was a change, he would run away in an instant.

"Really, isn't it?" The old Taoist ghost made the god worse and appeared in front of the young man, and if the young man took advantage of the trend, the foothold of the next foot had been preempted by the old Taoist.

"Master, it's really not me." The young man hurriedly explained, his hands twisting and turning, constantly denying, and at the same time his feet did not obey the call, kept retreating, gradually, quickly turned around, and ran away in reverse.

"I know that your kid is not well-intentioned."

Immediately after, in the sky, there was a loud roar.

Then the terrible screams of the young man rang out.

"You kid, did you curse my old way just now and be beaten to death by these people." The old Taoist priest seemed to be addicted to chestnuts and kept falling.

"Master, Master, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, heaven and earth can be learned......"

Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, and the young man hurriedly hugged his head.

"Look, I can't even stand the sky, it seems that I really had this heart just now......"

The old Taoist priest was unforgiving and kept knocking.

But the young man can't say it because of the bitterness in his heart, and the ghost knows that your power can already control the heavens and the earth. Especially because of the chance, the young man learned that this old Taoist priest is not only strong, but also can control the general trend of this world, and from then on, the young man is more comfortable with vows, so that now he comes casually.

Just like just now, this thunderbolt on a sunny day was definitely made by the old way.

Thinking of this, the young man had the heart to die, his head was grand, and a visible sarcoma was constantly swollen.

After a period of chasing, the two left two afterimages in the setting sun, and gradually moved away.

……

The blood-colored blades of the sky became more and more solemn, and in the distance, a figure quickly drove in, holding a mirror in his hand, as if it had been affected in some way, and the mirror was becoming more and more radiant in the setting sun.

"Deductive Creation Mirror?" Standing on top of the flying boat, King Ning saw the figure sweeping from the sky, and recognized it at first sight.

A few steps away, Wang Xuqin and several disciples of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect were staring closely at the bottom of the remnant peak, unable to take their eyes off it.

The Northern Xuan Sword Sect exists because of a sword, and at this moment, this sword is recognizing the master, so that as a member of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, how can they be calm in their hearts.

Especially after such a catastrophe, the few people who are left are even more obvious.

The person who came was the falling wing of the Fog Hidden Mountain that had left, and felt the resonance of the artifact of the Deduction Creation Mirror and the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, his body paused in the air, his hand stretched out, and the Deduction Creation Mirror turned into an enchantment that divided the heavens and the earth, dividing the entire heaven and earth into two.

At the same time, he saw the flying boat in the distance and hurriedly flew up.

"It turned out to be you." Falling Wing landed on the deck, Wang Xuqin recognized Falling Wing at first sight, this is a genius disciple who became famous many years ago, but for unknown reasons, it seems to have evaporated from the world, and now seeing that he is carrying the Deduction Creation Mirror, Wang Cupqin, as a strong man, quickly knew the relationship.

"I've seen my seniors." Drop your wings and salute, and at the same time hug your fist at King Ning and salute the prince.

"The artifact recognizes the master, the fallen wing boy can come, thank you!" Wang Xuqin was somewhat grateful for the help of Wuyin Mountain.

"The seniors are polite, the Yin Wind Valley is in the world, just do your part." Luoyi is neither humble nor arrogant, and has a faint demeanor.