"This ......" all the powerhouses watched and felt the change in Yang Ning.

Especially behind Yang Ning, there was a sea of blood, and when it was close to dusk, it was even more treacherous, almost comparable to the eighteenth layer of hell.

"What did he awaken?" Many people saw an ancient song, which came from the breath of the near desolation, and the vast swirling endlessly.

"Such an ancient aura, could it be ......" As a powerhouse of the Demon Sect, he naturally knew some secrets about the Northern Xuan Sword Sect's killing sword, and combined with what he saw at this moment, he made a bold conjecture.

"According to legend, the sword of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect came from the sky, was made of blood, and achieved the sword of killing, I think it should be that sentence to be fulfilled......"

"Kill the sword out, kill the road ......"

Killing, although it is a necessary method for every cultivator to be in the rivers and lakes, but no one really wants to immerse themselves in killing.

Because, the intention of killing is difficult to control, which is why for thousands of years, there has been no owner of the sword.

And the story of a thousand years ago was already very little recorded, and this killing sword was gradually forgotten, until the recent appearance of blood light, I remembered that the Northern Xuan Sword Sect once had this sword.

"Kill the sword out, kill the road. has become a ......" seems to be muttering to himself, but it also reminds the disciples of the surrounding demon sects that they are making their own decisions.

The blood-colored world lies between heaven and earth, and the terrifying and lengthy war song continues to echo. The breath of killing continued to erupt from the blood-colored world, breathtaking.

Even the envoys of the Nine Palaces and the Lord of the Kingdom, who were in the midst of a great battle, were staring.

"I can't imagine that a swordsman from the Northern Xuan Sword Sect would have such a big killing weapon, isn't this no different from my Yin Wind Valley......" The corners of the Nine Palace's mouth showed a strange smile, as if he had seen a road full of blood, where blood flowed like a river, corpses everywhere, and wandering wilds.

"This ......" The lord of the country panicked, because he also saw that in that picture, there was only one sword, which ran through the heavens and the earth, as if it was dominant, and one person could not see the true face, and the four fields were full of blood.

"Is that him?" The lord of the country was very reluctant to believe it, but at this moment, Yang Ning was the owner of this sword, that is to say, the figure in the picture he saw must be him.

But the state of mind of the lord of the country, after all, is not an ordinary strong man, he quickly reacted, although he saw some pictures, but after all, it was the future, or it was nothing, and the current enemy in front of him was urgent.

"Perhaps, in the future, you will kill decisively, but at this moment, you still have a cloud in your heart." The lord of the kingdom once again raised his sword, sacrificed the seal, and slaughtered the hell mountain.

"Humph!" The envoy of the Nine Halls saw that he could not be separated, but he just snorted coldly, and the Hell Mountain was imposing and blasted away.

And high in the sky, there is only a glimmer of sunset. Under the sunset, Ding Mo stood with his hands in his hands, and his green shirt danced in the wind.

But at the moment when Yang Ning broke out just now, he was still a little moved after all.

"The power to kill? How could he have such power? "Around Ding Mo, seeing such power, I am also deeply jealous.

But seeing Yang Ning with such power, he was also faintly excited in his heart.

Although he went down by himself just now and proposed ten years to Yang Ning, if a genius grows normally, it is impossible to reach that kind of state in ten years, and only amazing adventures can do it. But now it seems that this kind of adventure is not lacking, but it is just a lack of heat.

……

The color of blood concealed the torrential rain, as if this world was not raining, but real blood rain, which was terrifying.

And the eldest disciple opposite him was terrified at the moment, completely shocked by this momentum, and at the same time, he found that the space around him seemed to have a frozen feeling, making him unable to move freely.

But with his own cultivation, he can still launch an offensive.

The eldest disciple let out a long roar, and the magic wheel sped away, bombarding towards the blood-colored world behind Yang Ning. And in his hand, an iron lock stretched out.

The two-pronged approach is seamless.

If Yang Ning is recruited, it will be an incomparable adventure for the senior brother.

The sword body, even the divine sword, and the power displayed at this moment will be perfected by himself, thinking of this, the senior brother was excited, and completely forgot that he was still shocked just now.

Whew......

Rushing......

The voice was not clear in the rain of blood, but it was terrifying.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry......" The senior brother was very excited, because he was still one step away from his success, one step away.

Yang Ning was filled with slaughter, and there was a sword in his eyes, attracted by the ancient and desolate momentum, and he seemed to have a sense of confusion.

"Yang Ning......" saw that Yang Ning was indifferent to the attack on the senior brother, and hurriedly called, hoping to make Yang Ning come to his senses.

Maybe it was the call of the voice, maybe it was Yang Ning who sensed his own danger, and at a distance of three feet from the Demon Wheel and Yin Feng Annihilation, Yang Ning's eyes finally appeared a little bright.

It was the light of a sword breaking through the sky, only a slight trace, but it was for Yang Ning to grasp.

"Killing ......" spits out words like blood, like blood clotted jade and full of killing.

With a desolate aura, a terrifying sword aura was formed from the blood.

Like light and electricity, it is instantly formed.

The sword was raised, the whistling magic wheel was shaken away, and the Yin Wind that was constantly shuttling was more than two feet in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?" Yang Ning's expression froze, because he felt the tingling of his skin, and in his abdomen, there seemed to be a force pulling his own power.

Yang Ning swung his sword and slashed, the sword was like a knife, cutting in front of him, and at the same time, the three-foot space around his body rose again, preventing Yin Feng from entering.

The original mixed three-foot space, after the baptism of killing, only blood remained.

There is only endless killing in the red.

Even Yang Ning didn't know what he would become in the future, and this series of actions was not led by himself, but completely subconsciously by the sword.

Bite!

As if cutting into tofu, there was no obstruction, only the sound of metal breaking came out.

The iron lock of the wind was broken in response. And because the sharpness lost the control of the dominant force, it was instantly shattered by the blood-colored three-foot space.

"I don't know what to do." Yang Ning snorted coldly, it was completely like a different person, cold and decisive.

For a person who dares to resist, there seems to be only one word to describe his end.

That's "Death." ”

Yang Ning's change surprised even Yang Zhen, who was not far away. Although Yang Ning was decisive before, he was not as cold as this, what did he experience? Yang Zhen guessed, and at the same time began to rush to Yang Ning's side, after all, Yang Ning's current state is very bad, full of uncome, Yang Zhen doesn't want Yang Ning to lose his self.

Fang Tian's halberd held up the gap during this time, broke through the blockade, and soon came to a distance of less than two zhang from Yang Ning.

However, at this moment, an amazing scene appeared.

Yang Ning's sword, which was originally facing the senior brother, suddenly turned around.

"Killing ......" The ancient and desolate killing intent changed direction, and he actually raised his sword and slashed at Yang Zhen.

"Yang Ning......" Yang Zhen hurriedly defended, and finally came to the conclusion that Yang Ning at this moment had gone mad, no, it should be controlled by killing, and I don't distinguish between the enemy and me.

"Yang Ning, I'm Yang Zhen ......"

Yang Zhen shouted, and Fang Tian's halberd greeted him, wanting to stop Yang Ning from coming out of this state.

But Yang Ning's eyes were cold, and it seemed that after waking up just now, he fell into confusion, and he only knew that if he approached him, he was the enemy.

What's more, the fierce aura of the divine body just now aroused the killing in Yang Ning's subconscious.

"Yang Ning, wake up...... Yang Zhen knew that he was definitely not Yang Ning's opponent at this moment, especially when he was dominated by that blood-colored space, let alone blocked, but as a brother, he could only do this, and he must not look at his brother and become a cold-blooded animal controlled by killing.

Bite!

The sword and the halberd clashed, sending out a violent force, causing the people around to avoid one after another, and even the senior brother, after the Yin Wind was broken, could only flee with blood.

Yang Ning...... Wake up...... Wake up......" Yang Zhen spat out golden blood, blood splattered three feet, and spat on Yang Ning's face.

The hot blood mist seemed to give Yang Ning a hint of clarity, and his mind gradually condensed in the sea of knowledge.

"Yang Zhen......" Yang Ning called softly, feeling as if he was wandering on the edge of hell, his mind was very tired, and he had a feeling that he could be destroyed at any time.

"Wake up...... Yang Zhen ignored his own shock, and the golden blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, which was particularly eye-catching in the blood.

"Yang Zhen, I'm so tired......" Yang Ning swallowed softly, a looming breath seemed to be gradually affecting Yang Ning, and Yang Ning's slightly clear eyes were even more uncertain.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Leave it to me." Ding Mo finally made a move.

The power of killing is extremely domineering, even Ding Mo can't really suppress it, but if he doesn't make a move at this time, then Yang Ning will completely lose himself and become a killing machine.

A pure power, with Ding Mo's spiritual power, was transmitted into Yang Ning's body.

"Senior ......" Before Yang Zhen could react, he saw Ding Mo and Yang Ning leave the rainy sky.

"The divine body, it still needs to grow......" Ding Mo left a sentence, and he had high expectations for the Canglan hegemony.

Although Yang Zhen hadn't paid attention to why his blood had changed color, he gradually understood that his blood must be related to the growth of the divine body.

Moreover, what Ding Mo said when he left also made Yang Zhen gradually understand that his body still needs to grow.

"Thank you." Looking at the direction Ding Mo left, Yang Zhen said softly, and then Fang Tian's halberd unfolded, because there were enemies all around.

Yang Zhen seemed to be infected by Yang Ning, Fang Tian's halberd danced, but it could move for a long time, and the rain seemed to be affected, dancing in the divine radiance.

"Kill!" is direct and powerful, and with one pick and one stab, a strong man is drowned by the rain of blood.

On the other side, Ding Mo took Yang Ning to fly into the sky, but his brows were furrowed, because Yang Ning's body could be said to be very bad.

Especially in Yang Ning's sea of knowledge, it was almost submerged in the blood-colored ocean, and even the foundation in the depths of the sea of knowledge was dim.

However, because he witnessed Yang Ning's strength, when he was exploring the sea, Ding Mo was also really taken aback by Yang Ning's foundation.

Because of Yang Ning's foundation, it can only be described in one word, and that is horror.

In the end, it is the species of the young lady, and this kind of foundation is probably incomparable to the geniuses who are clamoring all day long in the family.

However, the top priority now is to control the blood-colored ocean in Yang Ning's sea of knowledge and guide it out.

A majestic force entered Yang Ning's sea of knowledge, controlled Yang Ning with one hand, and did not let him struggle, Ding Mo began to suppress, and even guided the power of killing.

But after some efforts, it seems that nothing has worked.

"Unexpectedly, this killing power is actually connected with Yang Ning's sea of knowledge, and it is impossible to guide it out." Ding Mo felt stunned, and finally had to give up this idea and began to suppress the bloody killing power in Yang Ning's sea of knowledge.

has reached such a juncture, the only way to rescue is the seal, although it cannot be forever eliminated, but at least until he becomes a mountaineering realm powerhouse, he cannot be affected by the power of killing. As for the follow-up, Ding Mo didn't know how to proceed.

However, as time went by, Ding Mo found that in Yang Ning's subconscious, it seemed that he was deliberately guiding this force to wreak havoc, which made Ding Mo a little numb.

"You said that you are good, you have to be delusional to control this power, it is really ......" Ding Mo was speechless.