In the lingering death, Mo Yu's eyes had turned gray, like stones buried deep in the ground.

It's cold, it's dead, and there's no anger at all...... Nor is there any, the love of the silk fluctuates!

With a flick of his hand, the corpse of the fish intestine fell into the Yellow Spring, and in the blink of an eye, it was wrapped in countless corpses and pulled into the depths of the Yellow Spring.

He looked up, moved his feet, and strode forward.

Locked by these eyes, Tai'a, who was suffering from the howling of Huangquan's corpse, trembled, and a piercing chill was born in his heart. Although the fish intestine is weaker than him, he is the master of the third step of creation after all, and he is actually wiped out at will like this......

Taking a deep breath, Tai'a stabilized his mind, and was able to come to this point on the path of cultivation, and his mind was naturally as solid as a rock.

With a strong will, this person forcibly eliminated all negative feelings, and he raised his hand and stepped forward, "Sword Squire!"

Hum -

Countless illusory shadows emerged in the void, either burly, tall, or petite, with different shapes, but all of them were holding sword shadows, exuding monstrous sword intent.

The Shura clan is sanctified, and it has the heritage of being above the world.

This Tai'a is the strongest sword cultivator of the Shura clan, the realm of the three-step creation of the Heavenly Dao, and the supreme cultivation is the condensation of the sword servant. They are not puppets, they are not supernatural illusions, but special beings created by the Lord of Creation in his own realm.

Born dependent on the master, with part of the master's power.

Its Lord is immortal, and its Spirit endures forever!

It is the third step of the Heavenly Dao.

Every sword attendant has one-tenth of Tai'a's cultivation, which is enough to easily wipe out any Heavenly Dao second-step cultivator.

At this moment, all of them broke out, and the mighty sword intent fell like a heavenly river, which could slash the sky and the earth, and level it!

Even if you are cultivating at the same level, you will feel tricky.

However, at this moment, Mo Yu didn't seem to notice, and walked forward, until the sword servant's figure approached, and then raised his hand to wipe forward.

The figure of the sword attendant roared in, and under this touch, it was like the cold air condensed on the winter window, and all of them disappeared.

Tai'a opened his mouth and spurted blood, and before the blood left his body, it quickly became dark red and turbid, and then emitted a rotten stench. Even his body is aging rapidly at this moment, just like the speed of time around his body, which has accelerated thousands of times at this moment.

His heart was shocked, and his eyes widened, revealing endless horror, but at this moment, his gaze was not looking at Mo Yu, but at the earth, the endless yellow spring! With the third step of cultivation, when the sword servant was erased, he vaguely felt the power on Mo Yu's body...... It's the power of the Yellow Springs here!

To put it simply, what he was facing at the moment was not Mo Yu, but the Spirit of Huangquan.

As soon as he thought of this, Tai'a was heartbroken, even if he was the third step of the Heavenly Dao, and he was a powerful person who became a Daoist with a sword, he was as weak as an ant in the face of Huangquan.

At this moment, he finally understood why the fish intestines were then pinched to death, but this truth was too cruel.

The corners of his mouth showed bitterness, Tai'a's eyes dimmed, and his body was like a stone that had been eroded for endless years, quietly turning into powder, and his body and mind were destroyed.

Chixiao's back was full of cold hair, screamed, and turned around and fled frantically.

When the fish intestine died, he could barely keep calm, but the fall of Tai'a completely crushed his entire mind.

The third step is dignity, all of which are left behind!

Run, run, run!

He just needs to live.

Behind, Mo Yu raised his hand, pointed at his back, and pointed down.

It's like facing mosquitoes and flies.

Chixiao's body trembled, and the endless crisis, like a big mouth, swallowed his entire mind.

He did not hesitate to believe that in the next moment, death would come!

"Ahh

In the midst of the frantic roar, the third step of the matchless breath erupted from his body.

The phantom of the world slowly emerged at this moment, releasing unparalleled coercion.

But just for a moment, the phantom of the world trembled violently, and then shattered like a mirror.

Chixiao, who is in the center of the world's illusory shadows, has a body like a ripe persimmon, bursting in the air.

A scarlet!

After counting more than ten breaths, the three peerless powerhouses of the third-step Creation Lord Realm were all killed.

Wu Jiang and the remnants of Ah Bi Tianjiao trembled at the moment, and their eyes were full of despair.

Mo Yu waved his hand lightly, but without any movement, these people's expressions froze at the same time, and then decayed.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a billet loess and fell to the ground.

Killing all the living beings here, Mo Yu paused, as if he was silent.

After a few breaths, he turned and left, without a pause, and stepped into the Yellow Spring, allowing the dry Yellow River water to drown his figure.

Countless corpses, frightened, retreated frantically, not daring to offend in the slightest.

For a long time, for a long time, Huangquan was silent, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

It's just that there is an extra figure at the bottom of this Yellow Spring, and he sits cross-legged, letting the power of countless Yellow Springs rush into his body, constantly assimilating him.

The more dead it is, the thicker it gets.

......

Shura.

The Great Elder's body trembled slightly, looking at the four shattered jade slips in front of him, all the plain and calm in the past were gone, and some were just anger, heartache, and tyrannical murder.

The remnants of the Xuan Emperor, even if they have the power to suppress Leng Qianqiu, in front of the third step of power, they are still a chickens and dogs.

But now, all four of the creatures have perished in hell......

This heavy price is unbearable, even for the Shura clan.

The Great Elder's heart suddenly throbbed, thinking of the Xuanhuang clan that had been exterminated a long time ago.

Could it be that one day, Shura will be like this......

In the life of this thought, he felt chills all over his body, and there was a faint scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in front of him.

The Great Elder hurriedly closed his eyes, took a deep breath to suppress all thoughts, and after a few breaths, he opened his eyes again, already indifferent.

"No matter what the price is, this remnant of the Xuan Emperor will never leave alive...... He must die!"

......

Above the Yellow Spring, a phantom shadow quietly emerged, and her face was blurry and could not be seen really, and she could only identify it as a woman.

She looked at the Yellow Spring, as if she saw the figure sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the Yellow Spring, and sighed faintly after a long time.

"I said you better not come, but I didn't expect you to come faster. ”

"Overturning all the past in life...... This is the price of the search for the truth. ”

The phantom was silent, turning and strolling, and a faint voice sounded here.

"Right now, it's a dead end and a creation for you. If you die, you merge into the Yellow Springs and get rid of the hit. If he returns, he will also have a trace of qualification to resist fate...... Whether you live or die, it will be a blessing for you......"

Hmmm――

The phantom leaves.

......

At the bottom of the Yellow Spring, Mo Yu's body is like a stone, and he doesn't have any breath, so he naturally won't know that a woman has been here.

He was silent here, every inch of flesh and blood in his body was fused with the power of Huangquan, tearing off the camouflage little by little.

Endless corpse qi burst out of his body, rolling like tentacles, and like chains, tightly winding him.

If there were no accidents, perhaps he would stay here forever until he completely merged with the Yellow Spring and became a part of it.

At that time, Huangquan will have one more doppelganger...... In the world, there is no more Mo language.

1 day, 2 days, 3 days...... January, February, March...... One year, two years, three years......

Time passes silently.

Until one day, Mo Yu's body was completely eroded by the power of Huangquan, and he was about to merge with it.

In the depths of his soul, the soul of the infant suddenly opened his eyes.

There is no naivety, no ignorance, there is just endless resentment, endless killing.

Ahh

It opened its mouth and screamed.

Huangquan, shake at this moment!