North Hell, Cloud Realm.

Yunhong Realm is only the most ordinary one of the Northern Netherworld Realms, not only is the territory extremely small, but the master of the First Realm is only a monk in the early stage of the out-of-body realm, the aura of heaven and earth in the territory is thin, and the number of monks is also very small, which is really not worth mentioning.

A small spirit realm like Yunhong Realm is rarely involved in the competition between big forces, and it can be regarded as calm on weekdays - but correspondingly, once something bad happens, it will have no power to resist.

A day ago, it was a peaceful world, but after a day, it was a river of blood and no chickens and dogs.

The huge formation encompassed the Yunhong Realm, and the blood flowed into the old site of Yunhong City along the prohibition, and was absorbed by the long sword inserted in the center of the city.

The Jinghan Daoist stood near the eye of the array and watched all this happen, and there was no mercy belonging to the righteous path monk in his eyes, only a gloomy indifference.

Not far from the Xuanming Sword, there was a figure lying horizontally, he was the only living person in the entire Yunhong Realm except for the Jinghan Dao people - Long Yingyun.

Under the effect of the formation, the countless tiny wounds on his body were oozing blood, and the long-term blood loss made his face pale, but what really made him dying and powerless to resist was the sudden attack of the Jinghan Daoist.

There was a strong smell of blood lingering on the tip of his nose, and Long Yingyun's eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and they were red.

He stared at Jing Han Daoist persistently, as if he saw the terrifying picture when he suddenly made a move and slaughtered the entire Yunhong Realm.

How did things get to this point? Long Yingyun was puzzled.

Not long ago, Shizun suddenly said that he was going to take him out on a tour, and he happily followed, who knew that after coming to Yunhong Realm, Shizun suddenly seemed to be a different person, first hit him hard, and then ...... Killing.

A sense of absurdity arose, and he even wondered if he had fallen into some illusion to see such an unbelievable thing.

But everything is true, and reason does not allow him to run away from the problem.

Master - No, Jinghan Daoist is not a righteous monk, he has already fallen into the devil, and he can commit such a bloody crime for his own selfishness, he is simply unworthy of being a human being!

And he ......

Long Yingyun smiled bitterly in his heart, maybe from the very beginning, Jing Han Daoist chose to be a mediocre person and accepted him as a disciple, just because he had the intention of using it - his blood has nourished the Divine Sword for so long, I'm afraid what effect will it have on the Divine Sword?

It was he who was too naïve, and was deceived by such a hypocritical, cunning, and dehumanizing person, and ended up like this!

......

Jinghan Daoist glanced at Long Yingyun, who had a desperate expression, and moved his gaze back to the Xuanming Sword.

Since he got the Xuanming Sword, he has had this plan, and now it is finally going to be implemented, and soon he will become the true master of the Xuanming Sword.

Over the years, this disciple of his, relying on the Divine Sword and relying on his hard work, has enjoyed a lot of praise, and even a few first-grade immortal sects have heard of it and have a heart to solicit - but who knows how jealous he is in his heart every time he sees Long Yingyun being praised!

In the past, although he regretted that he did not have otherworldly qualifications, he was able to motivate himself to practice hard, but since the demons in his heart grew, he began to be unhappy, jealous, and hated all the monks with extraordinary talents.

He smiled suddenly, and his eyebrows, which had been gloomy, also stretched out - it didn't matter, no matter how extraordinary Long Yingyun's qualifications were, from now on, everything he had to be dedicated to him!

The blood in the formation was gradually devoured by the Xuanming Sword, and the plan had progressed to the final step......

Jinghan Daoist lifted Long Yingyun, who was helpless on the ground, and walked to the side of the Xuanming Sword, and the spiritual power in his hand turned into a blade, cutting a hole in his wrist.

Blood dripped on the Xuanming Sword, and in an instant, the magic sword changed.

On the body of the clear sword, there were intertwined vertical and horizontal lines - at this time, the seal of the Xuanming Sword, it stifled the possibility of the Xuanming Sword destroying the world again, but it also made its power less than one thousandth of what it was in its heyday.

After all these years of research, Jinghan Daoist found that there were at least hundreds of seals on the Xuanming Sword, and he did not think about unlocking all the seals, but planned to unseal them first, so that he could use the power of the Xuanming Sword to improve his strength, and then unlock the seals step by step according to his control......

Long Yingyun has been cultivating the sword with blood for so many years, and his blood is enough to mobilize part of the power of the Xuanming Sword, and it is easy to break through several layers of seals.

Wherever the blood fell on the sword body, the lines of the sword were blurred, and a faint and unknown divine light flashed, and the power that had been silent for a long time gradually recovered......

Long Yingyun would not believe the nonsense of the Jinghan Daoist at this time, this sword may indeed be extremely powerful, but the sword that requires so many lives to be unsealed is definitely a famous magic sword!

Jinghan Dao people are already mad, if there is still a magic sword to help, I don't know how many people in the world will lose their lives for no reason!

"No!"

He shouted angrily, but could do nothing.

The feeling of powerlessness was deep in his heart, and Long Yingyun had even ignored that the power in his body was constantly passing, and he stared at Jinghan Daoren, wanting to scold him a few words, but he couldn't say anything.

Jinghan Daoist casually pulled out the Xuanming sword and slashed into his neck.

Blood gushed out, dyeing the clear body of the Xuanming Sword into blood red, and countless prohibitions were blurred and dissolved under the blood......

Long Yingyun is now in the fusion period, even if he is mortally injured by this, he will not die for a while, his mind has been connected to the Xuanming Sword as in the past when he used to raise the sword with blood, in a blur, he seems to hear a scream, boundless pain hit, encroaching on all his mind.

Am I screaming?

Is it my pain?

Long Yingyun didn't know that he was about to die.

Before he died, he had only one thought - if God had mercy and was willing to give him a chance to live, he would have to quietly understand that people should not die well, and he would kill all the demons in the world, and he would ...... Destroy all monsters!

But Jing Han Daoist will not let Long Yingyun die so easily, a chess piece has been cultivated for more than ten years, but it can't just be used to break the seal a few times and throw it away, that would be too wasteful.

When Long Yingyun's life was in danger, he performed a secret technique to refine him into a Xuanming Sword Spirit.

According to the news he has inquired about over the years, the Xuanming Sword once had a sword spirit, but the sword spirit fell in the melee of several powerful people on the day the Xuanming Sword was discovered.

The light of the secret technique shrouded Long Yingyun and the Xuanming Sword, and the Jinghan Daoist quietly waited for the secret technique to be successfully cast, so that he could use his control over Long Yingyun to control the Xuanming Sword......

"Smack!"

The sound of shattering sounded, and Jing Handao's face changed slightly, and he saw that the light of the secret technique quickly dimmed, and the Xuanming Sword had already drunk blood, and returned to its previous appearance—no, it should be said that it was a little sharper than before.

And Long Yingyun, the flesh and blood were devoured quickly, and he had become a white bone.

"It's a pity ......"

Jinghan Daoist shook his head, put away the Xuanming Sword, and left this blood-colored spirit realm.