This is the sword that belongs to Nangong Jianmeng, and the weak Lingzun felt his divine sense shake after looking at it, and he invisibly felt the urge to sleep on the spot. Even the slightly stronger Spirit Venerable became delirious.

"If you don't wake up from a big dream, a sword for a thousand years!"

It's Nangong Sword Dream!

When many Spirit Venerables here recognized who it was, they couldn't help but gasp. You must know that the power of the Dao Dragon Cultivator is very strong, and Nangong Jianmeng, as one of the nine vice presidents, is listed as a genius in the eyes of many major sects.

And now that Nangong Jianmeng is shooting in such a situation, can Bai Mo resist it?

Whew!

The eyes of all the Spirit Venerables swept over, staring at this sword and staring at Bai Mo, who was about to be hit.

Rumble!

The defense formed by the four white bones failed to block this sword, and Nangong Jianmeng's "Great Dream Sword Technique" is not something that anyone can block if they want to, even if it is the corpse of Dijiang, it is impossible to block it.

So this sword accurately hit Bai Mo, pierced deep into Bai Mo's chest, and pierced on the spot!

And after this sword pierced Bai Mo's chest, it didn't show any signs of stopping, and stabbed fiercely into the valley bottom. In the most delicate arc, it hit the center of the deep groove.

This time, the valley floor, which was already shattered, was completely destroyed. With the roar of the deep trench, the space was directly exploded. The sudden appearance of a space black hole violently devoured the white ink.

"White ink!"

Zihuang didn't have any ideas, and after seeing Bai Mo being devoured, he jumped in decisively. She didn't want to follow up. But that devouring power was so powerful that it swept her in.

"Sooner or later, I'll have to be dragged to death by you!"

"If you want me to die, I will die and I won't let you go! I'll make a note of this sword, and I won't spare you in the future!"

When Bai Mo's figure was about to disappear, his eyes suddenly burst into bright light, and a low cry roared in his throat. Immediately after that, ten rounds of suns emerged from Bai Mo's body and rushed out of the black hole like a shock.

Buzzing!

The moment the ten suns came out, the most terrifying scene happened, and the time period of spiritual energy in the turbulent corridor came to an end. All the spiritual power of the Spirit Venerable was forcibly suppressed, and no one could mobilize it any more.

A spirit pattern armor suit was put on, under the premise that there were not many body refining exercises as protection. I can only rely on the spirit pattern armor to defend it.

And this is exactly the time when the ten rounds of the sun descend on the earth!

Thundered!

Rounds of the sun burst out arrogantly, the camp of the cultivators, the camp of the Thunder God messengers, and the camp of the Ice Emperor Sect in the sky. The camp of the spectators in the abyss all around. The camp where the Dragon Cultivator Nangong Sword Dream is located...

As long as it was the Spirit Venerable near this abyss, no matter who it was, it was shrouded in such ten rounds of suns, and one after another the figures fell to the surroundings with a scream, and they were swept away spectacularly.

Such a big bang ended in a very short time, but the damage that was formed was very staggering. Except for Weijue, none of the rest of the Buddha cultivators could stop it, and their bodies exploded without exception, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

Thor's messenger side. Chen Jinlie relied on the defense of the Thor Battle Banner and escaped by chance. But even then it was covered in bruises, except for him. All the monks who followed him were killed.

The most tragic is the Ice Emperor Sect, the monks of the Seven Great Halls, because they don't have spiritual power to defend, even if they have spirit pattern armor, it won't help. In the case that there was no refining body at all, pieces of Spirit Venerable were bombarded and killed.

At the very end, there were only a few Spirit Venerable Rank 9 who could stand, and in addition to them, nearly a thousand walkers of the Ice Emperor Sect were all killed!

Burst!

Nangong Jianmeng was no exception, forcibly suppressing the tumbling qi and blood, and a trace of scarlet blood had overflowed from the corner of his mouth. It's not bad to finish Yan Xiongba, who was born in body refining, and when his spiritual power was suppressed, he blocked the explosion for ten days.

Thundered!

Everything happened in the electric light, and after the three of Bai Mo completely disappeared from here, the spatial black hole also disappeared strangely.

In the abyss, there is a dead silence.

No one thought that things would end like this, Bai Mo's cultivation is not bad, but you have to know who Lu Dao is facing.

The roar of the Buddha cultivators, the golden lion!

Thor's Battle Banner by Thor's Emissary!

The many spiritual venerables of the Seven Great Halls of the Ice Emperor Sect!

The sword of the strongest vice leader of the Dragon Cultivator for a thousand years!

It's just that the eighth-level Bai Mo of the Spirit Venerable, if he can survive such an attack, it will be hell. Besides, even if you don't die like this, haven't you seen the most sluggy being pierced by a sword? Under the sword of Nangong Jianmeng, there will definitely be no living mouth.

Bai Mo is dead!

Bai Mo died like this!

What bullshit follows Bai Mo and becomes an immortal and a Buddha, now it can only be regarded as a joke!

"Deputy Hall Master of Sangyu!"

Sang Yu, who was already in a coma, was in a daze at this time, and his vitality was constantly passing.

Appalling!

Living death!

This is the abyssal place of the Turbulent Corridor!

Bai Mo was killed, but before he was killed, he even brought such a big kill to all the Spirit Venerables. Few people can believe that this is true if they don't experience it personally.

But if you don't believe it, you can't!

Mangled corpses, patches of thick blood, deep ditches everywhere, and the air filled the air with a pungent smell of blood that made people vomit in addition to the thick smoke of gunpowder.

Isn't all this proof enough?

"Vice Master, how are you?" Wan Yan said urgently.

"I'm fine!" Nangong Jianmeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a kind of anger erupted on his face. "I didn't expect Bai Mo's body refining technique to be so powerful, even if he was dying, it would be able to bring such a great destruction. Even if he is dead now, it is enough to become a legend of the Pilgrim's Journey. ”

"So what, at the end of the day, he wasn't killed by the deputy guild master!" Wan Yan Xiongba said disdainfully.

"This has become a purgatory on earth, presumably in the big bang just now. Many abysses will be affected, so take advantage of this time to hurry up and look for treasures. Bai Mo is dead, so there is no need to stay here. Nangong Jianmeng said.

"Yes!"

With the rapid departure of the Dragon Order. Under the cover of a group of dead corpses, two people emerged from the corner next to them, and they were Jiao Zheng and Jiao Ao. The Red Jiao Family's body refining technique was absolutely sufficient, so the two of them were able to survive the attack just now.

"Finally dead!" Jiao Ao sighed.

"Just like that, it's too cheap for him. Jiao Zheng was indignant, "He should have died in my hands, how could he die like this!"

"What should we do now?" Jiao Ao didn't want to focus on Bai Mo anymore. Is it still necessary to pay attention to a dead man?

"Hurry up and hunt for treasures, hurry up!" Jiao Zheng said.

The entire turbulent corridor was sunk into an environment where only physical strength could be mobilized, the more so. The more the killing is carried out.

And the big explosion caused by this side made everyone look sideways.

Everywhere there are legends about Bai Mo's deeds, and everywhere they are telling about the miracles created by Bai Mo, but such legends have no value. Death is death!

"Lord. I don't believe you're going to die, I'm going to do it for you right now!"

"Lord, you must live!"

"Beimang, Yintong, Emperor Que, meet quickly after the matter is completed!"

"Yes!"

Even if Bai Mo is now swallowed by the spatial black hole, none of the four Yu Chi bloodlines believe that Bai Mo will die. The reason is simple, because they are still alive. That means that Bai Mo will not die.

So what they have to do is to hurry up and complete Bai Mo's previous arrangements, and race against time to ensure that Bai Mo can survive.

The Ice Emperor Cult Headquarters.

When the news came out from the trip to the day. The Ice Emperor's expression was already about to go crazy, and if he could choose, he didn't want to kill Bai Mo with such a victory.

It was a pyrrhic victory!

To be exact, it is not a victory at all, it should be a fiasco!

At this time, not only the Ice Emperor, but the rest of the people also received the information from the Heavenly Path, and no one was in a happy mood.

The Seventh Temple has been completely wiped out!

Nearly a thousand monks were slaughtered!

There are only a few seriously injured Spirit Venerable Rank 9 left!

The most depressing thing was that Bai Mo was not killed by them, but by Nangong Jianmeng, and all of Bai Mo's things disappeared into the spatial cracks.

What do you want to find? Where do you look? You can't find it!

Even if Bai Mo died, the Ice Emperor Sect had no way to take revenge, and such a grievance made everyone about to explode.

The Ice Emperor didn't speak for a long time, and after turning around and walking back to the palace, an angry roar came from inside.

Haotian Holy Land, All Saints Square.

The thirteen priests looked at Zhou Tiandu Mirror in disbelief, and when the spatial black hole swallowed the white ink into the crack, there was no trace of the white ink.

"Is Bai Mo really dead?"

"It's impossible to live, and no one can live in that situation. ”

"Under the Great Dream Sword Technique, there will be no living mouth. ”

"The identity badge of the Jiang family's lineage is no longer displayed, and there is no news of white ink in Zhou Tiandu's mirror, dead, really dead!"

......

There is not a single priest who does not feel pity!

As for the scene that was staged in the turbulent corridor, it was even more tragic than it was in Zidang Mountain, but it was directly ignored by everyone. Since you are besieging Bai Mo, you must be prepared to be killed.

If Bai Mo went through such a siege and did not die, as long as he was promoted to become a priest, then no matter how many Lingzun died, it would not be a big deal for Haotian Holy Land.

Because all the priests are ants!

However, it is useless to say this now, Bai Mo is dead, and there is no place to bury him.

"It's just a pity, Bai Mo still has so many treasures on his body, and it's a pity that the two little beauties around him. It's just that who among you knows who that little beauty is besides Zihuang?"

No one answered!

No one knows what to do!

At this time, no one was in the mood to say anything, their hopes were all bet on Bai Mo's body, but they were forcibly besieged and cut off in this turbulent corridor.

O grief and indignation!

Aggrieved!

It is really a great loss for a person like this who fought for the glory of Haotian Holy Land to die tragically like this!

In the turbulent corridor, no one wants to get close to this abyss, and the few abysses around it have become purgatory on earth.

The abyss has been blown up, the mountain walls have disappeared without a trace, the ground has cracked out deep trenches, and there is no use in staying here!

The abyss does not know how deep the road is.

When Bai Mo opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark stone cave, surrounded by darkness and darkness, and there was no other breath except for the cold and cold meaning.

Pain!

This is a feeling that Bai Mo has not felt in a long time, and he didn't feel much when he was swallowed by the black hole just now. Now that it is quiet, the pain is really painful, making beads of sweat the size of beans appear on Bai Mo's forehead.

There was a slender sword wound on his chest, which was pierced by the Great Dream Sword Technique.

"Nangong Sword Dream, this sword revenge, I will return it tenfold in the future!"

A trace of killing intent flashed in Bai Mo's eyes, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face, because just now he felt that the great fight he had carried out in the turbulent corridor was not in vain, and with the help of the pressure of the turbulent spiritual power, the seventy-second spiritual aperture was finally opened.

Today's Bai Mo has successfully cultivated the "One Hundred and Eight Spiritual Tricks" to the second level, and opened all seventy-two spiritual tricks.

It's not easy!

There was not much spiritual power in the seventy-two spirit apertures at this time, and there was no spiritual sword in each aperture bead that was nourished. Even if it's Lei Chi, it looks decadent. The sword that endured Nangong Jianmeng really made Bai Mo hurt a lot.

Thankfully, he didn't die!

"You're really going on shit luck. If it weren't for the sword that hit the spiritual aperture that you were instilled with spiritual power, you would have been seriously injured if you didn't die now. Fortunately, that sword has helped you now, just in time to completely open up your spiritual power, so that your seventy-second spiritual aperture can be activated smoothly!"

"Taling, what is this place?" Bai Mo stood up and disappeared from the area, and when he reappeared, he was already in the Blood Pool Palace.

"Where do I know the Dao!" Taling frowned.

"I know the way!"

At this moment, the voice of the Ancestor of the Cave Pattern Tree Emperor sounded excitedly, "Bai Mo, I know what kind of place this is!"

"Say it quickly!" Bai Mo grabbed a handful of blood beads and swallowed them, watching the wound continue to be repaired, and asked.

"Here it is..." (To be continued......)