The one-eyed eye was as wide as the full moon, and the ink-like liquid seeped out of the dark pupils.

It was thick and pitch-black, but it did not flow down He Xiutu's naked back, as if it was carried by an invisible force, rippling out.

A large pitch-black sphere condensed in midair.

The sphere was as round as a deep black jade, but when it met the frost leaf of the flame in Ling Tiansu's hand, it could not reflect any luster, as if it could absorb any light in the world.

Ling Tiansu's knife speed was very fast, and the speed at which the black ball condensed was also very fast, but it was just a breath, and the blade of the frost leaf had already touched the surface of the black ball.

The Frost Blade easily broke through the surface of the black ball, like cutting through water, easily splitting the huge black ball in two.

Until the blade was completely detached from the black orb, the Frostleaf blade was once again like a cold blade, no longer covered with a trace of blue flame.

Ling Tiansu's face was slightly gloomy, because the disappearance of the Netherworld Tribulation Fire was not deliberately restrained by him.

Instead, the Netherworld Fire he unleashed was all absorbed by the strange black ball.

And the black ball that was split in two was really like flowing water at this moment, and the water flowed even more when the knife was drawn, and it merged again, returning to a round shape.

The Netherworld Fire on the Frostblade was like a sucker cup, and the five-foot-long flame disappeared and returned to the appearance of a short knife.

The blue flame was at the incision, as if it was torn into it by some kind of powerful suction, and there was no trace of the recovered incision.

The deep black completely obscured the faint blue, and could no longer refract a trace of fire.

Ling Tiansu's body slowly landed, and he looked at the black group behind He Xiutu with deep eyes, and he was deeply puzzled in his heart.

Tracing back to say that the Netherworld Tribulation Fire is his nemesis, but why not only did it not play a role, but his Netherworld Tribulation Fire was also devoured.

Under Ling Tiansu's puzzled gaze, He Xiutu's body suddenly stopped moving.

It was better to say that at the moment when the pentagram gathered and seeped black tears, he did not move.

It was as if he had lost some kind of command, and he stood in place in a sluggish and twisted manner.

The black one-eyed on his back, which shed black tears, no longer remained complete, and his wide-open eyes narrowed slightly.

As if being attracted, the black sphere surged uneasily, no longer rounded, and the inside of the sphere seemed to be supported by some force into an irregular volume.

After a short period of effort, it turned into a black liquid again, flew back into the black one-eye, and slowly seeped into the blue-black skin.

The black one-eyed turned slightly, and glanced at him strangely towards Ling Tiansu, but did not take the initiative to attack.

Then, with a hint of tiredness, he slowly closed his eyes, turned into a long black line again, and then faded away.

Ling Tiansu's eyes flashed, and although the black one-eyed disappeared, the black pentagram pattern on He Xiutu's back still existed.

It's just that he found that the five-pointed star had quietly faded a corner, and at a glance, it looked more like a four-pointed star.

I seemed to understand something in my heart, it wasn't that the Nether Tribulation Fire didn't work, but the effect was not obvious.

He Xiutu, who had absorbed the yin qi of this place, had already grown a lot of the power of the underworld hidden in his body.

If you want to pull it out completely, I'm afraid it will take some effort.

Thinking of this, Ling Tiansu couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The woman really had nothing to do, and ordered him to throw it into this mass grave, which caused him to waste a lot of effort and time.

There would be two corpses left for him to dispose of.

After the black one-eyed disappeared, He Xiutu, who was stunned and motionless, moved again.

The hands waved irregularly, and the palms as hard as steel waved and rubbed in the air, erasing the sound of the metal breaking wind.

He tilted his head, looked at Ling Tiansu with the whites of his eyes, and rushed towards him again, but his body was folded into a strange form of ninety degrees, and his hands were combined into a palm form, and he went straight away.

Ling Tiansu reacted extremely quickly, sideways his attack, and stabbed his backhand, jamming his hard palms with a "ding", while his right hand was on the hilt of the cold winter knife on his waist.

The cold winter suddenly came out of the sheath, and a touch of white frost poured out from the scabbard at the moment when the blade was unsheathed!

The corpse water and blood in the ditch no longer tumbled and bubbled, but froze.

The blue flame was quietly extinguished, and the air was no longer filled with the scorching smell of the heat.

At this time, the high sky is full of stars, dry and cold, cold and cold, cold currents are rolling, and the desolate mass graves do not know when... There were snowflakes flying.

As if he was about to freeze, Hesuo's black and red face quickly threw away the broken hilt in his hand.

Under the frost, the handle of the knife in his hand was painfully uncomfortable, rubbing his hands and squeezing the white mist, and his eyes were full of surprise.

This young man is actually a double cultivator of ice and fire!

At this moment, the cold winter unreservedly released his own frost meaning, although He Xiutu was not afraid of pain after death, and was extremely brave.

But under this terrifying cold temperature, his already stiff body froze even more slowly, and a handful of frost leaves in his left hand was enough to restrain him.

The winter blade of his right hand cut through the cold air flow and smashed He Xiutu's black pentagram back.

The power of the dark gold in the sword is unleashed!

At that moment, He Suo's pupils were wide open, and the delicate short knife reflected in his pupils.

But at this moment, for him, the short knife was no longer a short knife, but a giant beast mountain between the circle and the heavens and the earth.

He thought to himself, how could a delicate and small blade give people such a strong contrast and heaviness.

The moment the knife fell, the terrifying weight seemed to crush the air on that side, and the explosion was crushed and exploded.

It seemed like a long but short moment, but the blade could no longer be described as chopping or cutting.

It's a hard smash!

The blade slammed into He Xiutu's back.

Clashing with the black pentagram, Hesuo saw a terrifying sound wave ripple emanating from between the two forces.

He saw the sound waves rippling layer by layer like a halo of water, but he couldn't hear any terrifying sounds, silently terrifying.

In the next moment, there was a sharp stabbing pain in the eardrum.

Yes!!!

He Suo covered his ears and wanted to scream, but in fact he was at the moment when the pain spread to his brain.

He had already subconsciously really exhaled in pain, but obviously, his insignificant scream was covered by the sound waves caused by the two terrifying forces.

He can't hear it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

He clutched his ears in pain, curled up in a pitiful position and squatted on the ground.

He didn't have time to watch the young man's battle again, and the pain in the depths of his ears left his brain blank.

Two lines of damp heat slowly flowed out of the tip of the nose, and the smell of fishy heat filled the entire nasal cavity.

His chin rested on his knees, his eyes blankly watching as the warm liquid from his nose stained the dark ground on his ground.

Ling Tiansu's eyes were calm, and when the silent sound wave touched his cheeks, a chill was felt all over his body.

The ethereal chill rises in wisps, and the silent thing should naturally have something invisible to resolve.

Layers of invisible sound waves stagnated in front of Ling Tiansu's cheeks, swept by the frost, freezing out layers of frost forms, and falling on the corpse remains below.

He Xiutu was very simply and decisively smashed to the ground.

The corpse under him was suddenly squeezed and deformed under this gravity, and then turned into dust.

And the cold winter is still firmly pressed on his back.

From his body, there was the sound of steel breaking and breaking, which was the sound of He Xiutu's bones breaking.

The stuck hands hung down weakly, soft as noodles, and struggled a few times, but it was difficult to get up.

Ling Tiansu took a sigh of relief, it seems that if he wants to eradicate the power of the underworld in his body, it will not be a matter of a while, only to control him first, and then slowly pull it out.

The battered back looms over the five-pointed star on the skin.

The tip of the frost leaf knife in his left hand stabbed down without hesitation, and plunged deep into the corner of the pentagram.

Netherworld fire burned again, penetrating him like water from the wound on his back.

The black blood coagulated and evaporated, and He Xiutu struggled miserably, writhing like a maggot that had been boiled with water.

Ling Tiansu continued to catalyze the Yuan Power in this body, and the Netherworld Tribulation Fire became more and more terrifying into He Xiutu's body.

Gradually, He Xiutu's blue-blue body turned into a dark blue.

Every inch of skin on the body exudes a terrifying heat.

The deep blue color set off his body with a blue glow, and as he struggled, occasional clusters of flames erupted from his pores.

The vertical mark resurfaced, and Ling Tiansu pressed down fiercely in the winter.

The chill of Sen Ran froze the vertical mark tightly, and the thick frost did not let the strange one-eye break open again.

The combination of ice and fire made He Xiutu's body ignite with bright blue fire.

Until his body was no longer strong enough to carry the infusion of Netherworld Fire.

Every pore, every inch of skin, was finally dyed with a large amount of Netherworld Fire.

Ling Tiansu put away his knife and stood up, looking coldly at He Xiutu, who was no longer powerless to struggle on the ground.

His body shrank dramatically, the flames burning out the last nutrients in his body.

The faint flame reflected his pale cheeks, his skin faintly shiny and flowing, and his eyes flashed with an incredible glazed color.

The excessive use of Netherworld Tribulation Fire has made his current body a little unbearable.

But watching it gradually disappear, there was occasionally a black gas between the burning corpses, which dissipated with the jump of the Netherworld Tribulation Fire, and the big stone in my heart was finally put down.

He Xiutu's body was completely incinerated, and not even a single ash was left.

Ling Tiansu turned his head to look at He Suo, who was already sluggish, and the corners of his pale lips were slightly hooked: "I'll give you a suggestion, next time I receive this kind of corpse with a strange cause of death, I think cremation is better than burial, what do you think?"

He Suo nodded mechanically, feeling that what he said made sense.

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"What about Shangguan Tang?"

In a solemn hall with black as the main pattern, a man in a dark robe sits in the chief position, and he can't see his specific face clearly through a heavy beaded curtain.

In the entire Rashomon Gate and even the entire Great Jin Dynasty, I am afraid that only the Lord of Rashomon Gate can call Shangguan Tang's name directly.

Beneath the beaded curtain, dozens of men fell to their knees with knives on one knee.

A man bowed his head and said in an extremely respectful tone: "Returning to the sect master, Lord Si Yun disappeared after closing the cases of the Gu family, the Zhao family, the Tianque Gate, the Separation Sect, and the Wang family, and no one in the door knew his whereabouts. ”