Chapter 100

The evil ghosts were like a tide of rage, pounced on Xu Yu one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the young man was drowned in it.

Between Sen Ran's white bones and the friction of his armor, a burst of jet-black light erupted, shaking away the demons that pounced on him.

Xu Yu reappeared, tearing at the demon on his body as he walked towards the masked man opposite.

Chu Yiyang had already guessed where the masked man was coming from, and he didn't breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Xu Yu was okay at the moment.

He looked back at the man standing on the edge of the abyss.

At the sound of the golden bell, the puppet silk once again rushed forward, but was still blocked by the Qiankun Sword.

A cold light flashed in front of him, but this time there was no Xu Yu to block the blow for him.

Chu Yiyang could only turn the golden bell hairpin to block this sword, and then was shocked by the power that was several realms higher than his own and flew out, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Blood spilled on the placket of his shirt, turning his face a little pale.

No, the distance between him and the cold night of Beitang was too far away, and there was no way to seize the opportunity to stab the puppet silk into his flesh.

Chu Yiyang supported himself and stood up, surrounded by golden hairpins.

The people on the hillside were like playing tricks on them, and Yan Xun couldn't delay much time outside, so he couldn't hesitate any longer.

The man in red looked at the person in front of him, and the cinnabar mole on his right eye was like a flash of fire, hidden under his nose.

But a little fire fell from his fingertips, piercing the hem of the overlapping robe.

After coming out of the Aoba Secret Realm, the golden bell that he sealed with wax and no longer made a sound came into contact with this falling spark, and slowly heated up.

The solidified wax melted and dripped down the cracks of the bell like tears.

The melted wax flowed onto the skin, bringing a moment of heat and pain, and the corner of the burned red clothes could no longer cover the golden bell underneath.

In the silence, the man in red took a step forward.

As soon as the bell rang, the purple-shirted Sword Venerable seemed to be slightly shocked.

This bell is similar to the frequency of the previous golden bell hairpin, but it is different.

The red clothes were like fire, and the golden bells were like rain, and they walked towards the people on the edge of the abyss step by step.

The sky in the dream realm fell, and the purple-shirted Sword Venerable, who originally had no sword in his hand, once again condensed his Qiankun sword.

Chu Yiyang looked at him, and saw that Beitang Hanye seemed to have broken free from a dream, fighting for control of his body with the other will that controlled him.

Between chaos and sobriety, he turned inch by inch on the edge of the abyss.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

A layer of mist seemed to emerge from the hollow eyes of the Purple-Shirted Sword Venerable, which was about to be dispelled by the sunlight that pierced the clouds.

At this moment of alternating sobriety and chaos, the golden bell rang, and the man in red disappeared in place.

When he condensed his figure again, he had already come to the edge of the abyss, and his left hand wearing golden gloves pressed directly on the chest of the purple-shirted Sword Venerable.

The hair-thin filaments of the puppet pierced through the chest, intertwined and intertwined with the heart.

At such a distance, his breath could be heard, and he watched Beitang's cold night eyes regain their clarity from chaos, and his face was reflected in his eyes.

And at the moment of contact with the will that coiled in this body, Chu Yiyang also saw the person holding the glove that he had dropped from the Netherworld, and saw the innocent and cruel face between a teenager and a young man behind the mask.

This face has appeared on the statue of the god of Aoba Mountain Castle, and it has also appeared on the statue of the god of the Xuanyuan Emperor's mausoleum, the former is happy, the latter is angry, as if accepting the prayers of his followers, and at the same time declaring war on the whole world.

With a bang, Xu Yu, who had killed the person who controlled his demon legion, met a golden palm.

The young master of the Ghost King Sect was pushed by the palm of the hand wearing golden gloves, and flew out upside down, smashing through two mountains in a row!

And because he looked directly at that face in his consciousness, Chu Yiyang's eyes had a burning pain.

He reflexively turned his head away, closed his eyes, and cut off eye contact with the cold night of the North Hall.

Beitang's cold night, who had just been woken up from the dream by the bells that had sounded in the darkness, in the illusion and in countless dreams, heard the person in front of him snort, and then looked at him with two lines of bloody tears from the corners of his eyes.

The purple-shirted Sword Venerable's eyes sank, and his first reaction was to wrap his still bleeding hand around the person in front of him, and then turned around and slashed at the person on the hillside with a sword.

This devastating sword can even freeze space, but it can't help this mysterious person who came out of nowhere.

The person on the hillside raised his hand and pulled out a fierce sword that was black all over the air and seemed to be soaked in countless killings, and with one sword, the sword light of Beitang's cold night was picked up on the mountain next to it, and the mountain was smashed to pieces.

Then, with a swing of his sword, he slashed at the two men standing on the edge of the abyss.

The pitch black with a scarlet sword light tore through the void, revealing the shadows of countless killing battlefields, extremely vicious.

Under the abyss, the Yin and Yang that had been sealed rolled their eyes completely because of this sword.

The blood mist condensed beneath the abyss, and the swirls shimmered with a scarlet light.

Chu Yiyang sensed an extremely dangerous killing intent, causing his skin to feel tingling.

But his burning eyes couldn't be opened for a while, and he could only feel that the person holding him had blocked the sword!

The two were knocked out in unison and fell to the ground.

When he landed, Beitang still protected him in the cold night.

Chu Yiyang felt a warm liquid dripping from his face, and then a calloused finger stroked it up, wiping away the blood that fell on his face: "Are you okay?" ”

The fingers that stopped on the cold night of the North Hall stiffened.

Chu Yiyang knew that he recognized it.

When the burning sensation in his eyes subsided, he opened his eyes in the residual pain, and saw the purple-shirted Sword Venerable shrouded in him, holding the Qiankun Sword with one hand, protecting him underneath.

The handsome face that is unrivaled in all directions is against the light.

The way he looked at Chu Yiyang was as if there were no other things in the world that he cared about.

The fingers that usually held the sword still stayed on Chu Yiyang's face, as if they wanted to confirm him with their own eyes and touch.

In the midst of the rolling blood mist, the discoloration of the heavens and the earth, and the shaking of the earth and mountains from outside, Beitang's eyes were heavy in the cold night, and he stroked his face and lips with bloody fingertips, gently wiping the blood from this face.

Chu Yiyang felt that where his palm touched, the heart that was locked by his puppet silk was beating violently.

The vibration was transmitted along the puppet silk, causing him to lie under the fingertips of the cold night in the North Hall, and his heart also tightened, and his breathing became difficult.

The man standing on the hillside put away his sword.

As if he had achieved his goal, he didn't stay long, and his figure dissipated into smoke.

With a bang, Xu Yu slipped off the mountain wall where he had smashed the crack.

He looked at the scene of the cold night in Beitang enveloping Chu Yiyang's body, and when he saw the corner of Chu Yiyang's burned red clothes and the golden bell exposed, he only stared at him unwillingly, and he couldn't wait to rush over and push Beitang cold night away.

And at that moment, some behemoth smashed in through the ghost mist he released.

The black shadow was slammed to the ground by a huge hand, leaving a large crater.

Xu was caught off guard and was taken aback.

The next moment, I saw Yan Xun's snake revealing in the smoke and dust, as well as the shadow of the Tsing Yi Demon Cultivator.

Yan Xun looked extremely embarrassed at the moment, his green clothes were stained with blood, and he was not at all more chic than usual.

After him, the Lord of Penglai Island dispelled the ghost mist laid by Xu Yu and walked out, followed by the Xuanyuan Grand Priest, the Lord of the Seven Feelings Valley, and a group of people who came over to watch the excitement.

As soon as these people looked around, they immediately gasped:

"How did so many people die?!"

"What about the Beitang Sword Venerable? Is Beitang Sword Venerable here? ”

As soon as the silver-haired and purple-eyed Penglai Island Lord stood still, his gaze swept over the smoke and dust in the sky, passed through the entire battlefield, and fell on Beitang Hanye.

After seeing him clearly, the Lord of Penglai Island, who was like an immortal, closed his eyes with great restraint, and Xuanyuan Dasi sat next to him with a heart that sank to the bottom.

The scarlet mist rising from the abyss was like a living thing, and because it was awakened by the cold night of the North Hall, it surrounded him affectionately.

The mist condensed and shifted, as if adding a pair of wings to the Lord of Slaughter.

"W-What is that......?"

When everyone saw this scene, they instinctively felt fear, as if they could see the shadow of the abyss from the scarlet to the blackened blood mist.

- Didn't you say that the Yin and Yang Rolling Eyes of the Demon Domain were dead? So what is this?!

Crossing the shoulders of Beitang's cold night, Chu Yiyang saw this killing breath condensed from the abyss.

They strangely changed shapes, but Chu Yiyang didn't feel afraid.

Maybe it's because they're awakened by the blood of the cold night of Kitado, and they're going to sweep the land after him.

Their owners love him, and they will never hurt him.

But for others, it feels completely different.

When they saw the Shura battlefield in their eyes, endless killing sounded in their ears, and someone shouted the name of this blood mist in a lost voice-

"Kill the obstacles! It's a killer! ”

"He's in a spell! He's gone mad! ”

The crowd panicked and retreated.

Kunlun Sword Venerable has gone mad, the demon cultivators stationed here have already been killed by him, and they will soon die here!

Although Xuanyuan Grand Priest didn't want to believe it, he could only accept the reality when he saw that Beitang Sword Venerable had even used his heart and blood to stimulate the dead Yin and Yang to roll his eyes and draw the breath of killing from it.

The face of the Lord of the Seven Feelings Valley was also a little pale.

Of course, it is no problem for an ordinary monk to enter the demon, he has been dealing with people who have entered the demon for so many years, but a sword cultivator in the tribulation period has fallen into a crazy killing obstacle, it is definitely a disaster!

He looked at his friend who had just stopped the owner of Penglai Island outside and didn't let them in, and he really didn't know what the smart Yan Xun was doing on this kind of issue.

Just when he frantically motioned for Yan Xun to hurry over, he heard these voices, turned his attention away from Chu Yiyang, looked at the dead corpses and frost all over the ground for the first time, and then looked at the black and red mist rising from the abyss behind him, and Beitang's expression on the cold night changed.

Chu Yiyang's hand pressed on his chest reflexively grabbed the fabric under his palm.

Before he could ask him not to look at it, the owner of Penglai Island stood in place and said: "Providence is like this, it seems that I still haven't had time." ”

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