Escape!

Yingtian only has this one word in his mind at the moment!

He instantly summoned the Bleak Moon Killer and the Ghost Eater, and ordered the Nine Shadows to stop the eighteen Grim Servants with all their might, while he himself turned into a white light and flew towards the passage from which he came.

The Eighteen Hell Servants pulled out a slender blood knife about half an inch wide and about five feet long, slammed it into the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Eighteen Hell Enchantment!"

I saw a blood-red light curtain emanating from the blood knife respectively, and eighteen light curtains were connected together, forming a sealed enchantment!

In an instant, the white light that Yingtian turned into hit the blood-red barrier.

With a loud "boom", Yingtian only felt as if he was mounted on an extremely hard iron plate, just because his speed was too fast, and his head hit Venus, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Ying Tian was horrified and hurriedly returned to the platform. I saw that the blood-red light curtain had formed a net of heaven and earth, and there was no way to escape!

The army of the Nine Shadows let out a terrible scream and besieged the eighteen Grim Servants.

"The yin spirit of the underworld, staying in the world, its sin should be punished!"

The cold voices of the Eighteen Immortal Servants came again, and they slowly raised the blood knives in their hands and slashed down towards the many Nine Ghost Spirits!

The rich blood light emitted from the eighteen blood knives actually posed a fatal threat to the nine ghost ghosts, and the screams of the nine ghost ghosts were repeated, and tens of thousands of nine ghost ghosts died under this blood knife in an instant.

"Now that you are dead, you don't need to live!"

Eighteen Blood Knives were raised again!

Ying Tian only saw that his heart was pounding, these nine ghosts had always been not afraid of any attack, but at this time, he couldn't bear the power of this bloody knife, and he died in batches and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Under the rapid operation of his black prison pupils, many Nine Yin Spirits seemed to see a chance to live, and they all screamed and flew towards Yingtian's left eye, but in a hurry, Yingtian only recovered one hundred thousand Nine Yin Spirits.

In other words, in just a few breaths, nearly 100,000 Nine Ghost Spirits died under the blood knife of the Eighteen Underworld Servants!

Ying Tian was short of breath, looked up at the tough blood-red enchantment, and then looked at the terrifying eighteen underworld, he had reached a dead end!

"Stealing the blood of the underworld beast first, raising the yin spirit of the underworld first, violating the underworld, the crime will be increased by one degree, when the ten clans are destroyed, heaven and earth will not tolerate it!"

At this moment, the eighteen underworld servants were full of blood in the pupils of their masks, and coldly sentenced Yingtian to death, and the eighteen bloody knives were aimed at Yingtian from afar.

Feeling the terrifying coercion of those eighteen blood knives, Yingtian calmed down at this moment.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he silently calculated the remaining time, looked at the heart that was still beating on the platform, and then looked at the dark abyss under the platform.

At this time, on the ground, at the entrance of the Soul Cultivation Sect, the expression of the Bliss Monk who trapped the Soul Cultivators suddenly changed: "It's not good, that kid is in danger!"

He was just about to walk out, when suddenly a voice came from the depths of this swarthy mountain range that really moved him: "Since the master has stepped into the realm of the Three Realms of Enlightenment and Enlightenment, he has long had no desires and no desires, but why is it difficult for my sect disciples."

Son?"

Monk Bliss's face suddenly sank, and the powerhouse of the Wendao Realm who was in the soul cultivation vein finally appeared.

"This damn boy, let him come out in half an hour, and now it has long since run out, and there is only a quarter of an hour left before the time of an hour!"

Monk Bliss's face changed a few times, and he gritted his teeth: "That's it, I can't be sorry for Senior Brother!"

In an instant, a golden flame ignited on his body, and regardless of the threat of the Dao Realm powerhouse behind him, he drilled towards the hinterland of the mountain range where Yingtian was located.

The Soul Cultivation Realm powerhouse snorted coldly, and slapped his palm towards the position where the Monk of Bliss was: "Monk, you are killing yourself!"

The power of this palm seems to be able to shake the heavens and the earth!

Deep underground, when the eighteen blood knives of the eighteen underworld servants were about to slash down towards Yingtian, suddenly they all raised their heads together, and the blood in the pupils of the mask became a little thicker again, and the eighteen blood knives shifted their targets and slashed upwards.

There was a monstrous bang, and I saw that above the hidden space here, a figure with golden flames suddenly appeared, and while resisting the eighteen blood knives, he suddenly pressed towards the blood-colored enchantment with a palm, and suddenly a big hole appeared above the blood-colored enchantment.

"Boy, don't leave quickly!" said the Monk of Bliss anxiously, "If we don't leave, we will all die here!"

Yingtian was overjoyed, he had an extremely dangerous plan, but if he was forced to do so, he didn't want to take risks.

He no longer hesitated, and the "Light Flash" was launched brazenly, flying towards the large hole in the blood-colored enchantment.

However, at this time, the blood of the half-mask of the eighteen underworld servants was magnificent, and they all roared angrily: "Inheritance of the Underworld Beast, if you don't wake up at this time, when will you wait!"

In an instant, Yingtian only felt that the entire Soul Cultivation Mountain Range trembled.

"Roar!!

An earth-shattering beast roar sounded, and Yingtian only felt that the entire heaven and earth were shaking, and above the hidden space here, countless falling rocks rolled down.

The blood-red heart on the platform seemed to be rejuvenated at this moment, the blood was in full bloom, and the "dong dong" beat quickly and fast, Yingtian's heart involuntarily beat with it, and when he approached the hole of the blood-colored enchantment, his figure had to stop, his face was pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The opportunity was fleeting, and the big hole in the enchantment that was blasted out by the Monk of Bliss had been repaired by the Eighteen Underworld Servants at this time, leaving no gaps.

The Monk of Bliss was even more anxious, and was about to slap another palm towards this enchantment, when he suddenly felt that the earth-shaking palm behind him had arrived.

This is the palm of a strong person in the realm of soul cultivation!

The Monk of Bliss had no way to avoid it, so he could only summon the Buddha power of his whole body and blast towards that palm.

There was another monstrous bang, and the hidden space here exploded, and countless mud, sand and stones fell one after another, falling into the endless abyss.

As soon as Yingtian looked up, he saw that the thick layer of soil above had all cracked, and he could already see the distant starry sky.

The most important thing is that the time of an hour is almost up.

Yingtian looked at the Monk of Bliss, with a hint of decisiveness on his face, and shouted loudly: "Great."

Monk, don't worry about me, leave quickly! A little later, you won't just be wandering outside for 800 years!"

"Stinky boy, what should you do then?" Monk Bliss once again struck at the powerhouse of the Dao Realm, his hands trembling.

It's just that his spiritual power has not fully recovered, and he is not the opponent of the powerhouse of the Wendao Realm, and he has no time to split the blood-red eighteen hell enchantments.

Yingtian laughed: "Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky! The great monk can rest assured, you and I will meet again one day!"

The Bliss Monk was shocked in his heart, and looked at Yingtian from a distance, with a look of admiration on his face.

Yingtian secretly transmitted the sound and sent it to the coordinates of Monk Bliss's own world, and the pupil of the Black Prison was even more crazy, and a strong power of the Black Prison was sent towards the Monk of Bliss from afar.

The Monk of Bliss sighed again and again in his heart, knowing that there was no one to live for the two of them if he delayed any longer, so he immediately inspired the Bronze Ancient Realm and fused with the power of Yingtian's Black Prison.

"Great monk, if my Qing'er is in trouble, please help me or two!" Yingtian knelt down on one knee towards the Monk of Bliss and saluted with his fists.

As early as in the Great Fanyin Temple of the bronze ancient mirror, Yingtian had already told the monk of Bliss about Qing'er.

The black and golden light on the bronze ancient realm flickered non-stop, and the figure of the monk of Bliss gradually blurred at this moment, he folded his hands towards Yingtian, and said sincerely: "Little nephew, your calamity this time is all because of the old man. The old man is ashamed, and even more remorseful, although he can't save you, he will take care of the young girl. ”

Yingtian looked relieved, and sighed again: "It's a pity that the great monk can't stay in my world for a long time, and it's not your world after all." ”

The Monk of Bliss eventually disappeared, but at the moment of disappearance, he sent a message to Yingtian.

"Little nephew, there is a senior brother in the world you are in, and the old man will find the senior brother first, and then go to the Qing'er girl. ”

"With the help of the elder brother, the old man can stay in your world for a long time, waiting for you to return. ”

Yingtian's heart was shocked, the senior brother of the Monk of Bliss, that is, the hidden treasure known as the Faceless Monk, had such a means?!

"Little nephew, if you want to return to your world, you must always ask yourself three questions: Who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going?"

The last transmission of the Monk of Bliss blended into his pure Buddhist true essence and penetrated into Yingtian's heart, as if these three questions were deeply engraved on his soul.

Yingtian's eyes flickered, and at this moment, he didn't have time to think about what the Monk of Bliss said, but focused his gaze on the eighteen iron chains.

The tentacles formed by these eighteen iron chains were sucked dry of blood by the Nine Ghost Spirits, and at this moment, they were no longer able to turn into tentacles, and their surface also appeared gray.

Yingtian quietly took out the Bleak Moon Killing, a big killing weapon that had not been used for a long time!

At this moment, the surface of the Bleak Moon Slaughter was shining, and it was obvious that after absorbing enough essence blood, it had recovered most of it.

The pupils of the Black Prison slowly moved, and the Six Realms Buddhas suddenly appeared, and what they were holding in their hands at the moment was not the Black Sword of the Years, but the Bleak Moon Killing!

When the Eighteen Servants saw that the Monk of Bliss had disappeared, they did

Relocked Yingtian and slowly raised the blood knife in his hand.

In the Eighteen Hell Enchantment, a faint figure also walked out, it was the powerhouse of the Wendao Realm!

"Boy, if you are willing to explain your origins, this seat may be able to spare your life!" the powerhouse of the Wendao Realm said lightly, "For thousands of years, no one has dared to break into my Soul Cultivation Sect, let alone destroy my Soul Cultivation Sect like this. ”

"Who ordered you to come? Just now that monk disappeared, what Lingbao did you use?" The powerhouse of the Wendao Realm stared at Yingtian tightly at this moment, "Or, what is the treasure?"

Ying Tian laughed: "I can tell you, that is indeed the treasure you dream of! However, do you want to stop these eighteen underworld servants first? In the lower cultivation, it is shallow, and even one of their swords cannot withstand it, let alone eighteen swords!"

Hearing this, the eyes of the Dao realm powerhouse suddenly lit up, and he raised his hand and shouted towards the eighteen underworld servants: "Stop for the time being!"

The blood light on the mask of the eighteen underworld servants seemed to be faintly resisting this order, and the blood knife in his hand could not be put down for a long time.

Ying Tian's eyes flashed, and taking advantage of their distraction, the seven otherworldly deities slammed out, and the seven bleak moon slaughters shot out of the brilliant moonlight, slashing down towards the eighteen iron chains!

With the benefit of the Moon God Clan's Miserable Moon Killing, the eighteen iron chains were cut almost instantly, and the platform where Yingtian was, along with the blood-red beating heart, actually fell rapidly!

And below, there is the eerie endless abyss!

(End of chapter)