Zhu stared at Bai Yang's back for a long time, with infinite shock in his eyes.

She has also seen kendo masters, and she has also seen extremely powerful powerhouses who can use swordsmanship, but she has never seen Bai Yang like this, who can make swordsmanship almost divine and volatilize, and its power is terrifying!

Just now, he shot one step at a time, and every move and style contained extremely powerful sword intent, even if Zhu Yuan, who was standing ten zhang away and watching the battle, could feel the fierce sword wind that was about to rush to his face, as well as the pressure that made it difficult to breathe.

Zhu Yuan swallowed his saliva, and finally came back to his senses from Fang Cai's shock, his expression was full of surprise, and said, "Who are you? Why do you have such a terrifying sword move-"

Bai Yang soothed the concussive breath in his body, and the incisive venting of Fang Cai swept away all his boredom during this time, especially the pressure in his heart that almost made him collapse, and it was all expressed through the release of those swords.

He turned his head, glanced at Zhu Yuanyuan, and said: "If you can save your life, it is naturally a good sword move, don't think so much, this monster has been killed by me, hurry up and take a look at the place where the vision of heaven and earth is, maybe there will be some gains." ”

As soon as Bai Yang's voice fell, under the sky where a bunch of Wujun characters appeared, a purple light pierced the sky, and that light contained terrifying and powerful great witchcraft power, and there were faintly many evil things singing inexplicable tones, making the atmosphere of the entire desperate swamp very strange.

The poisonous mist around him seemed to be pulled by a strange force, and little by little he moved closer to the light, but in an instant, there was no longer any poisonous mist in the sky above the entire Despair Swamp, although because of the existence of the poisonous mist, the Despair Swamp did not grow a single grass, and the trees died, but the vision of this swamp was much clearer.

Bai Yang looked in the direction of the light, and suddenly felt that the ground under his feet began to shake inexplicably, and then the earth under the purple light began to disintegrate inch by inch, and a lonely city appeared in front of the two of them.

Zhu Yuan's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously held his weapon.

Bai Yang also squinted, feeling a powerful witchcraft power lingering in the air, and this power seemed to show a kind of greed for the true elements in his body, as if he wanted to tear his body and take those true elements for himself.

"Sure enough, it's an evil great witchcraft, and that witch lord can leave such a powerful power after death, if the person who opened the tomb palace first gets his inheritance, I'm afraid it will become very powerful. ”

The master's voice was solemn, and he instructed Bai Yang: "Don't let them succeed, rush over to see the situation first." ”

Bai Yang naturally knew that the situation was urgent, so he pulled the bamboo far away, wrapped his arms around her thin waist, and said in a low voice: "Hold me steady." ”

The first time she had such intimate contact with a man, Zhu Yuan's face turned red, she didn't expect Bai Yang to suddenly have such a transgressive move, although she didn't know the relationship between men and women, but she had seen men and women in the clan, and she also knew the meaning of that kind of thing, and for a while her head was full of all kinds of strange pictures, which made her face even more strange.

Bai Yang didn't notice that something was wrong with her, and after Zhu Yuan reached out and hugged him with some hesitation, he used the power of the Earth Yuan in his body to verticalize the huge ancient city on that side like a rainbow light.

Between heaven and earth, a thin line cut the power of witchcraft, and ten thousand ghosts howled, and a wail sounded in the swamp of despair.

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In the lonely city, the patriarch of the Xiandao clan chased after Sa Xian, but suddenly felt that the entire tomb began to tremble, and then a strange force pulled the entire tomb palace to the earth, and then the tomb palace broke out of the ground and reappeared in the world.

The Patriarch of the Manifestation Sword had an awe-inspiring look in his eyes, and he knew that this meant that Sa Xian had successfully opened the door of the Tomb Palace, which meant that Ming Sa Xian was only one last step away from getting the grip of the Witch King.

"Sa Xian!"

The Manifest Dao Patriarch roared angrily and led his people to the lonely city.

In the tomb palace, wave after wave of inexplicable vibrations was inexplicable, and then a dark force rushed towards the sky, it was that amazing purple light.

As the purple light rose into the sky, a figure slowly walked out of the light, he was dressed in a wide and luxurious black robe, holding a beautiful staff made of white bones in his hand, his white hair was neat and meticulous, and his face was extremely handsome, but with a strange paleness.

He slowly fell to the ground, walked in front of the Manifest Dao Patriarch, and under the extremely shocked gaze of the other party, he said slowly: "It's been a long time, the world." ”

"Greetings to Lord Wujun!"

A greeting, revealing the identity of the man, Sa Xian was in a position behind the man, covered in blood, and I don't know why he was injured, like a dead dog half-crawling on the ground, trembling all over.

But his greeting was shouted extremely loudly, as if he wanted the man's forgiveness.

The handsome and bewitching man turned his head, and the staff made of white bones in his hand flashed with a strange brilliance, and he said with a smile: "You are my descendant? Yes, you can actually practice great witchcraft to this level at the age of thirty, but unfortunately, if you fail to become the realm of the witch king, then your life span will only be one year." ”

"Plead with the Witch King to save me!"

Sa Xian reverently pressed his forehead to the ground, really like a dead dog not daring to look up, but his voice carried infinite hope, as well as a hint of fear and joy.

The fear was because he had discovered the true secret of the Witch Monarch's Tomb Palace, and the fact that he wanted to take away the Witch Monarch's grip was naturally exposed because of this. But the joy is because since the Wujun has been reborn, it means that the day when the Wujun clan is invincible in the world has finally arrived!

The impostor of the acting Wu Jun is absolutely impossible to compare with the real Wu Jun, and at this moment, Sa Xian feels the coercion of what is called a real strong man and what is called a real Wu Jun.

So he was afraid, but he was more religious, and fell to his knees like a lowly servant, begging for forgiveness from the witch king, and at least the aftermath of the great witchcraft himself.

A hint of strangeness flashed in Wu Jun's eyes, and then after a moment of silence, he said: "You are very religious, I have seen one of the few people of my clan who truly believe in me, even if you covet my weapons, I also believe that you want to strengthen yourself for the future of the clan." ”

Sa Xian trembled, but he didn't ask for credit, and said very modestly: "Wu Jun's words have always been the direction of my life, and they are also my belief in fighting for eternity and eternity!"

Eternal life and eternity, provided that he can really live forever.

Wu Jun smiled, raised the grip of Wu Jun in his hand, and in the light, a black aura erupted, hitting Sa Xian's body, making his whole person wrapped in black mist, and the intense pain made him start to roar, but he endured the pain and did not faint.

"You, who have true faith, deserve the privilege of immortality that I have given you. The black mist erupted from the witch king's grip quickly disappeared, and after Sa Xian absorbed the black mist, he collapsed and fell to the ground, hearing the voice of the witch monarch's appreciation, he didn't dare to relax, and knelt on the ground again, his forehead stuck to the ground.

Wu Jun nodded with satisfaction, as if he admired Sa Xian's loyalty, so he turned his head, looked at the Manifest Dao Patriarch who was already frightened, and said, "No matter which clan you belong to, but you dare to hunt down my clan in the place where I sleep, this has already brought you unforgivable killing." ”

A sentence of killing did not carry any killing intent, but the patriarch of the Manifest Sword felt that the killing wind was blowing in his face, and all the hairs on his body exploded, and the whole person retreated without hesitation, and at the same time grabbed the two frightened clansmen and threw them at the witch king.

Wu Jun didn't look at the two unlucky ghosts who were thrown over, but with a random wave of his staff, the bodies of the two exploded into black sand in the air, scattered all over the ground, and they didn't even let out a scream.

Seeing this terrible scene, the Manifest Dao Patriarch hurriedly drew his knife and slashed, wanting to slightly block Wu Jun's forward momentum, but Wu Jun flicked his fingers, and his sword light shattered in mid-air, but a strong wind still swept on Wu Jun's face, which made Wu Jun very dissatisfied, frowned, and said to himself: "It seems that after being reborn, my strength has really been greatly reduced, and now I only have the strength of the Earth Yuan Realm, no wonder even such a weak guy can't be directly wiped out." ”

It is naturally impossible for Wu Jun, who had the realm of Wuzun in his lifetime, not to kill a small Dingyuan realm, but after he was reborn, although his strength was still strong, he had fallen by two realms compared to back then, and now it was at most about the seventh stage of the Diyuan realm, which was greatly reduced.

But even if it's just the seventh stage of the Earth Yuan, if you want to kill the Manifest Dao Patriarch, it's more than enough.

At this moment of hesitation, the Patriarch of the Manifestation Sword had fled far away to the entrance of the lonely city, and the way out was behind him, his face was full of joy, but in the next moment, he saw a black robe blocking his eyes, and a staff made of white human bones was held in the man's hand, like an invitation from death, making him cold all over.

"Before the Witch King, no one was exempt. ”

Wu Jun let out a long laugh, the grip of Wu Jun in his hand, the brilliance was magnificent, the patriarch of the Xiandao was about to do a dying struggle, but he didn't find that the power in his body was absorbed by the blooming brilliance bit by bit, and soon, his body began to become old, his skin was wrinkled, his hair was dry and white, his eyes were slowly hollow and black, and a hoarse scream just sounded, he turned into white ash all over the ground, and all the life essence was absorbed.

And those white ashes were also carried into the abyss by a fresh wind blowing from nowhere.